I saw the cutest thing...

So yesterday me and the babies are patrolling the property.  We live sorta out in the country by a lake. So Riley hears something in a leaf pile and dives into it. She is a burly girl, tough 40 pounds of lean muscle.  She is poking around and trying to get whatever it is. Then suddenly she jumps back as if it is something bad (I have seen snakes, snapping turtles, muskrats, possums, etc. on property).  Well...

Buddy (20 lbs), in his little green sweater with a hoodie, sees this, waltzes right over to the big pile of leaves and takes a big whiz on top then stomps right back down the pile and kicks up some dirt. Problem solved. He is a hot mess. He makes me laugh every day.

Buddy Love - Warming up and resting after property patrol.

A Late Christmas Miracle

I have been working up to leaving the dogs in my house alone, without being kenneled.  Basically I was worried about all of Buddy's peeing and Riley tearing up my couch. Typically Buddy will whiz up to 15 times an hour, keep drinking water, keep whizzing on every corner, every object if unattended. And Riley got worked up (when playing) and took a chunk out of my new leather ottoman.  And so on, because with 5 dogs it's anybody's guess who is "large and in charge" when I leave.

Well I have 95% solved Buddy's peeing issue and Riley is a calmer, tamer wild animal. So I left, came home and not one thing wrong. Nothing chewed. Nothing out of place. And no pee. Left them sleeping in front of the wood stove. They have their doggie door to get out. When I left I said nothing and kept an image of calm trust in my head.  Can't hurt right?!

Feels good to be able to let them roam the house and yard while I am out.

Karla

Boxer circle of love. Love for the wood stove. Sleeping angels...

Yep, we rolling back into town biotches!

What are all these people staring at?- Buddy, Shanti, and Riley up front

(Shame Maisy and Samson have to sit in the back. Shame for them.)

I iz sad because you no feed me enuf.

My head is now too big for my body. - Sam I am looking for treats

Feed me, don't let me look deformed.

The Meaning of Dog Rescue

(Author unknown to me)

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked up in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage, lest I forget,
There is so much to carry - so much to regret.

Hmm . . . Yes there it is, right on the top.
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss;
And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave -
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.

I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage, will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things -
And take me right back?

Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, to never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage -
Will you still want me?

Oh, Goodie! You're home and you brought my cousins from the dirty South.

Let em out, let em out!  - Della, past foster

(I SEE stinky, meany, bully, fatty, and burly man)

I rested up all day for this visit while mom cleaned the house so it won't have any dog hair.

My New Year's Resolution? Not to soil your sheets.

 I mean, after this one. - Buddy Love