Wordless Wednesday

O Cappy of the Bovine Eyes

We said goodbye to a special friend yesterday. Our wonderful Cappy, aka Casper, was overcome by her battle with cancer. She was sweet and gentle and reminded us so much of Buko. We taught her the joys of tripe and duck, and she shared her (human's) basketballs. We love you, Cappy, rest in peace.

A River Runs Through It

Okay, it's not really a river, more like a creek. But it does make that awesome rushing-water sound that's adventurous and peaceful at the same time. More important, we can still splash around and get really wet!

The creek borders our property on two sides and isn't fenced off, so we can't just go run and romp whenever we want. Apparently, only the dogs with a "reliable recall" (whatever that means) get to go play. Yeah, whatevs. Anyway, this is where we live now. We're thinking we'll keep it. :)

Besides the cool water feature, we're honored to live right next to a farm sanctuary (they have... SHEEP!!). The veterinarian that owns it has saved lots of animals, and we get to watch them all the time from our house and yard.

But the best thing about our new place is all the excellent spaces to run and play.

(Hey! How come this post is so shep-centric?!)

Check out this pretty girl--they call her "Angel, too" at the vet clinic (we do miss our Angel, too). We just call her Angel (sometimes also "whackadoodle" or "peepee pants"). Doesn't she look like sistah Narra? She got that crazy drive like her, too!

Ah, and, yes, we'd like to introduce you to Wet and Dirty! :) Haha, that's just how we roll (literally)!

Speaking of, did we mention that the neighbors are real pigs?!

Okay, okay. Gosh, let us divert your attention away from bacon... Quick, check out some water action, here you go...

Happy New Year!

Looking for fun and excitement in 2012 and beyond--at our new property! :) (More to come...)

Stormy weather

The nor'easter came and went quickly, just a big wallop. A fleeting blanket of white, then it was gone. And with it, brother Stormy. Through snow, sleet, and dusk, Stormy hopped up into the car, with a bag of food, treats, and new leash, and slipped off to his forever home.

We miss you, big cry baby. Be well, be loved, and have a great life!

As for the rest of us, some whiteness still remains...

Happy Birthday, Buko!

Triscadecaphobia!

Be afraid, be VERY afraid! Look who's coming... it's THOR!

We used to know him as little Ricky, but he's a big, bruisin' Marvel superhero now! Thankfully, he did not bring his hammer because he's too big as it is, and he keeps bumping into stuff--like us!The blond god's not here to stay, though, just stopping through again on his journey of life. This time, he's had a bit of bad luck. His adopter, you see, recently went through a buncha personal setbacks (lotta that goin around). He called us because he said he needed to find Thor a new home--and he was really sad about it. The guy's moving (just left, actually) for the West coast and couldn't afford to take Thor with him. Literally. He could not afford to transport him cross country. :( Wait, we thought, maybe a rescue transport would be willing to help get Thor to his new home... SO, if any rescue transporters see this, we need HELP!
In the meantime, all's good here. Who said 13 is an unlucky number?! In fact, we might be trading one white dog for another. Don't wanna jinx anything, but Stormy will be visiting a prospective adopter next week. If all works out, he'll have a very special nine-year old girl to call his own. It's only fitting since Stormy is so sweet and special himself. Sniff.
Happy Fall, everyone! We're just approaching peak foliage here--and we're always at peak fun! Wishing you the same!