It’s Friday. To get you through, here’s a shot of the puppies in their box five seconds before they all dispersed into a wiggly, frantic swarm of fluff anticipating their supper.
They’re getting so big, and there are so many of them that we moved them into the big barn last weekend, which meant we put them all in a box for their first little road trip.
A pile of puppies in a box is probably the most adorable thing in the world.
It’s a good thing these pups are at mom and dad’s or Edie and I wouldn’t get anything done all day except cuddling.
I mean, that’s sorta all I do at home these days anyway…
But ugh. The fluff.
In a few weeks all of these babies will go to their forever homes and Dolly and Pops’ pup will stay here with us.
The timing of having a newborn and a newborn puppy sounds just about right for keeping the crazy and chaos at the normal level around here. I’d hate to be bored you know.
Here’s the best and most recent photo (out of dozens) of the two of them. The level of wiggle and squeaks are uncountable. Maybe I should try video next time to get the full effect.
And the way these two girls are growing, you can bet the both of them are eating well.
No, the ranch isn’t as quiet as it has been in past winters. To add to the excitement and work load, last weekend Pops and Husband went to pick up a small herd of cattle to add to the place.
My husband and I have dreamed of owning our own cattle someday and last weekend that dream came true.
Funny how some dreams come on four legs, bearing promises of a whole lotta blood, sweat and tears.
These cows will have their babies in early spring when the weather is a bit warmer. Until then we’ll feed them up and watch them close and make plans for the next season, which will look like a whole lot of fence fixing and corral maneuvering and some good excuses to get on a horse and take a ride.
I can’t wait.
And to gear me up for the season change, it looks like this weekend the weather’s going to be nice and warm, a nice break in the winter to remind us that the cold isn’t forever.
Not that I’ve minded the weather so much this winter, you know, being my job title has been changed to Jessie Veeder, writer/singer/mother/rancher/professional snuggler…
and baby feeder and putter-to-sleeper….
Happy weekend everyone. We only watch the Super Bowl for the snacks, but we hope your team wins!