Whiplash. That's what it feels like, at least. Balmy temps for a day or two, then WHAM! Sub freezing. It makes negotiating the ups and downs of the LLF terrain an adventure. I am determined to make this the first winter in a long time that I don't have a major fall. With the melting snow during the day, then freezing into sheet ice overnight, it's been a challenge. Not to mention having to chop the gates out of the grip of two-three inches of ice on a regular basis. As I sit here this morning trying to get the feeling back into my fingers, the sun is shining, it's 15 degrees and the wind is whistling outside of my window. I managed to chop my gate to the chicken yard free of the ice (with only a small sacrifice of one of the vertical boards), schlepped 100 lbs of poultry feed and a bale of shavings back there, then wrenched the gate closed and prayed that would hold me until the Ice Age passed. It's getting old, folks.
I spent most of Friday in my car - a three hour round trip to get sheep minerals, followed by a two-and-a-half hour round trip to take my car up for some repairs, followed by an hour round trip to do most of my weekend errands. I managed to get into and out of Tractor Supply WITHOUT chicks. It was painful - but I kept telling myself there was no place to put them. I almost ran out the door, but made it out chick-less.
With camera in hand, I have been milling around taking pictures of the interior of the house and trying to shine a favorable light on my boy. We are in the process of negotiating for a sister for Scrappy. After many disappointing attempts to find a suitable, adoptable dog locally*, we ended up contacting a great rescue group out of Mobile, Alabama. If all goes well, Lovie will be joining us the first part of April. And Gunner. Yes, this is what happens when I am not under adult supervision. We are adopting two dogs. BUT, in my own defense, one is a very little dog. So I am counting it as one-and-a-half dogs. Lovie is a delightful, playful, sweet natured Pit/Hound mix, who looks a lot like Scrappy. They could be mistaken as, well, brother and sister. Gunner is a 10 lb dachshund mix with the family trait of one ear up, one ear down. And - as if I needed one more reason to justify the multiple addition - Lovie's foster mom and a couple of other volunteers are driving them up, with ten other dogs who are going to NE rescue groups. One of the biggest problems with the southern rescues is that, not only do they have a bumper crop of homeless dogs (as do ALL parts of the country), but there are more high-kill shelters than there are up here. Apparently, there is room at the inn up north and, as Lovie's FM was going to be coming up anyway...
I have pictures of both dogs on the fridge, and I point them out to Scrappy at every possible occasion. It's a good thing there is no one of a two-legged stature, listening to this insanity. I'm starting to get a glimpse of what I will be in 30 years. And, frankly, it could be worse. Maybe my nephew will make a documentary about his crazy ole auntie.
*Is it just me, or is demanding over $300 for a rescue hybrid a bad idea? I realize how much money and time is put into these dogs, but, c'mon, people. That's a heck of a lot of money. I am also sure that it's done to separate the wheat from the chaff, so to speak, and deter people with evil intentions, but it also deters those of us who just want to give them a loving, good home.