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Month: October 2011
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It was just over a week ago that Alayne and I had been talking about blind Patti's remarkable health — since her initial eye surgery after coming to us way back in 2003, we couldn't remember another trip she made to the vet clinic other than for routine care like dentals. Maybe we shouldn't have…
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When we moved here last year we knew there was a septic tank and field out there "somewhere" under the dog yards, but there was no access to the tank — everything was totally buried, so we had no idea exactly where it was. I know this is fairly common, but given the fact that…
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We were taking photos for the "farm letter" for our winter/holiday 2011 edition of the print newsletter yesterday, and as usual, I thought you would enjoy seeing the outtakes. Kate was behind the camera, her usual sweet, patient self, while the subjects (Alayne and me and blind Cash) were in front of the camera struggling…
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Little Irene has been busy making the rounds, checking out potential boyfriends left and right. She may be tiny, but she's brash and bold, and some fellows prefer the kind of girl who is a little more discrete in her affections. Fuzzy, for instance. Irene just can't get enough of him, but he's already had…
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You think it wouldn't be hard to keep your basic, sturdy dog cot in the correct, upright position. Except, well, it is. It seems we are always turning them back over. The dogs' motto on some days appears to be, "Have cot, will flip." But until the other morning, I'd never seen a dog actually…
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This double rainbow on Saturday afternoon was so close — both ends of the inner rainbow were on our property and visible from the house — that if there had been a pot of gold, we would have seen it. Alas, no gold, but a beautiful sight nonetheless. In the photo above, you see two…
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This is Irene, who was the second dog who arrived on Sunday evening along with blind Owen. She came to us from Kentucky, where she had been turned into a rural shelter on a Friday in early September. The shelter staff saw that this little Shih Tzu/Peke mix was suffering from terrible problems in both…
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We had two wonderful little dogs arrive Sunday night, brought out to us by Gale Lang's TLC Pet Transport. This is one of them, Owen the Beagle, who came to us from North Carolina. (Sorry, you'll have to wait until Friday to find out who No. 2 was!) We were first contacted about Owen by…
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Our first task every morning is to put all the dogs out, no small undertaking with thirty of them. To make it as efficient and quick as possible, I "double-up" on my loads with the smaller dogs. Alayne took these photos the other morning as I was carrying my charges outside. In the photo above,…
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I was walking out the back door of the dog wing the other morning and saw a cot in one of the yards tipped up against a dog house. Usually if a dog is going to try to get underneath a cot, he or she will end up flipping it entirely over. But this one…
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