Saturday was spent mainly in the car. I had to take Princess Pea (aka Layla) to an adoption event an hour away. This entailed rushing around like a crazy person to get sheets on the line, doing chores, moving the sheep to another bit of greenery, taking down the electric fencing, giving PP her Dramamine for the trip, trying to look less bedraggled than I was and heading out through weekend traffic into a shopping strip mall. Only marginally less loathsome (in my mind) than an enclosed mall. When we arrived (PP having only thrown up a little) right on time, no one from the rescue group was there. I am learning that they operate on Island time. Or Rescue time. And this is nothing against these great people, as they all give up their weekend/weekdays to help dogs find great homes. I just need to relax. (hahhahahhahheeehehhee) It was a little chaotic because the pet store was also holding a vaccination clinic. Princess Pea did her darnedest to prove she is the sweetest dog ever, walking on her hind legs, little front paws waving. She did have some mild interest - and you'll have to excuse me because I am going to go on a bit of a ranting aside...
What is with people? Why on GGE do they recognize that she is adorable, trained, loving, sweet tempered and then totally lose interest because she's a 'senior'? Seriously? And what? She's ten, she's a small dog, she's healthy. She can live another 5-8 years. When I adopted the best dog in the Universe - Scrappy Doo - he was 9. And he was a medium-large dog. I had him in my life for almost another 9 years! These senior dogs are perfection. And, if not perfection, they deserve special treatment. They deserve the very best of EVERYTHING. I am, of course, glad that none of these people adopted her because, clearly, they don't deserve her. I'm done. For the moment.
|Seriously, what is not to love|
about this dog?
Unfortunately, due to a large list of things that had to get done, PP and I were only able to stay for an hour and a half. I did get to meet a few of the rescue volunteers that I had never met in person, so that was nice. Another Dramamine for the trip home - she is such a little trooper - and I dropped her off, picked up Mr. Butters, and headed for a local humane society another 40 minutes in the opposite direction. I had placed an order from Chewy.com and it had been erroneously delivered to them. Apparently, Chewy.com automatically pulls up and delivers to the last address, even though that address is used, say, once a millennium. Anyway, the humane society was very nice about it and held my package and Chewy.com gave me a credit for the inconvenience. They are a great group to deal with. I took Butters with me because he needed to get out of the house and Lovey is still struggling with her torn CCL. Butters is a very good traveling companion and it was nice to have some Mom/Pup one on one time. I retrieved my box, was impressed with the facility and staff, and headed home. Butters and I took a short detour to share a small soft-serve ice cream cone (he got the cone and half of the ice cream). Back at home, I ticked off a few of the to-do's on my list and spent a lot of time watering. At the top of that list was adapting my second rain barrel. Done!
|A converted Kalamata barrel -|
the chicken's water will smell
like a Greek salad for days!
|On the way to the greenhouse|
|There she is!|
|View from the greenhouse, orchard|
|Hugelkultur beds, through the|
orchard, to the pool.
|Barn with raised beds with|
strawberries - be still my back!
|Scottish Highland cows|