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Christmas 2004
“Is there a reason we can’t let Xena in?” Chloe wonders why her best friend has been banished to the deck on a cold morning. … Read more
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Snow Day!: A Z-Dog Adventure
Can I go out there? … Read more
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Frozen solid
The first hard freeze of the season turns the whole place into winter wonderland. Especially the still-untamed pasture land. … Read more
Falling Toward Winter
Another of my moody lighting projects, this time in a shelf in the entertainment center. It works kinda well with this candle from our wedding (the glass is engraved with the text from our wedding invitations) – the pictures don’t really do it justice. … Read more
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Pupsters.
Arrrrgh. As if I don’t have enough going on, I went outside to feed my Z-Dog this morning and discovered that she had…guests. Gentlemen callers of the canine persuasion. And a most frisky pair of ’em at that. I had no idea how they got into our back yard until I went to chase them off – and they just scooted under the fence like it wasn’t even there.
Sadly, since we live outside of any city limits and there are no county leash laws, there’s not much I can do unless I want to take more “offensive” action – I’m just not crazy about the “country way” of just shooting someone’s dogs. They’re well fed and groomed, and obviously somebody’s babies.
Now I’m just worries that I’m going to be dealing with somebody else’s babies. Anyone want some Z-Pups?… Read more
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Muchos grassy-ass.
Welcome to my yard. The rain’s been pouring down, I haven’t been able to get a lawn mower out into the yard (the lack of a lawn mower in my possession may have something to do with this, according to some sources), and now we have grass tall enough to provide Ewoks with camouflage.
What do you get when you let the grass get too tall?
You get a cat who doesn’t even have to leave the side deck to graze.
The grass isn’t the only thing that needs mowing. I never thought I was allergic to much until I found that my whole pasture is filled with these little yellow fellows.
We need to get the horses living over here with us something fierce, if only to save me from my own allergies. In the meantime, smart money in the stock market is on whoever makes antihistamines.
The barn’s a fairly modest affair, with room for three (four if we do some major work on it), and the storage outbuilding is even more modest. But damned if the barn doesn’t have real live electricity. And a pond right behind it stocked with catfish. Yum!
To paraphrase an immortally bad MST3K episode, “this is where the Dish lives!” – though its signal will be blocked soon if I don’t stop writing this and start cutting some grass.
Security services are provided by Xena, giving me her best “Yum, you look pretty tasty” look.… Read more
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Welcome Xena!
We have a new friend, Xena – part Rottweiler, part Australian Shepherd.
Inherited from my sister-in-law, Xena is actually a quiet and unassuming pooch who loves laying around on the back deck.
Xena’s wondering what this odd box is I’m pointing at her as it makes little picture-taking and disk-drive-whirring noises.
As you can see, Xena’s still getting accustomed to her new digs.
This picture says it all: “I have to watch over how much of this land, exactly?”
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