I guess we're just having a one day January thaw this year. It hit 68 today and I finally got to go outside without a coat. The weatherman says there is a 100% chance of rain tomorrow and tomorrow night so there goes my working in the garden like I did today. I'm trying to stay ahead of the Winter weeds that are taking my garden over but I am losing the battle. I love pulling weeds. It's great exercise and at least I can see that I'm accomplishing something.
The donkeys even enjoyed the sunny warm day today. I can tell when they're happy because they don't bray at me every time I walk out the door. Today they just stood there watching me pull weeds.
I could just see the thoughts going back and forth between them......"What'cha think Mom's doing? Is she going to give us some of that green stuff? Quit shoving, I want to watch her too!!"
I would do a lot better with my diet if the weather stayed nice. I hate cold weather and try to get my outside work done as quickly as possible. That doesn't do much for my exercise goals. It's a nice excuse anyway.
Oh, let me introduce my Abigail, better known as Abby.
Abby came to us when she was just 4 months old. The people who had her were moving to the East coast and could not take her with them. At the time, I had no idea that we were the 4th family she had had in her 4 months of life. Nor did I realize what that did to her. At the time, I was working and happened to be on vacation so I got to spend a week with her before I had to return to work. Since she was doing great with her house training, I felt it would be safe to leave her in the house. Big mistake!! She tore my house apart that first day. Curtains that she could reach were on the floor, magazines ripped and scattered throughout the house, Her water bowl spilled all over the kitchen floor. What a mess. She was overjoyed to see me and I just couldn't be mad at her. I took a couple more vacation days off and started to crate train her. I even made arrangements to leave work at lunch and come home to check on her. First day back, worked until noon, then went home. Well, the crate didn't work. The girl was an escape artist. Containing her in the bathroom didn't work, she tried to eat her way through the wall. Then I had a 4 day weekend off and spent the entire time getting her use to me going out and coming home stretching the time away each time. She had many other problems at first but her separation anxiety was by far the worst.
Abby is 12 now, our senior dog and is my best buddy. She has learned to help me so much, picking up anything that I drop, carrying things for me, and standing steady so I can get up from the floor. She is friendly with all the dogs, even with new ones. Here she is a couple of years ago playing with a new pup, Jamie.
She still gets silly at times but is slowing down a bit. Thank goodness!!
Nothing is ever easy around here and just when we think it might be, something stupid gets in the way. We were having a new hot water heater installed the other day and my son went outside to shut the water to the house off. Now before I go any further, I need to explain that I do agree with him that we do not just kill something, bug ,snake, whatever, unless there is a good reason. Well, when he opened the underground box that the valve is in, it seems that a very large black widow spider had made a nice little home in the box and my son was not about to put his hand in there. Ok, now normal people would have just sprayed the spider with bug spray and done away with her. Not us. We stood there for 20 minutes discussing what to do about getting her out of there and I sure didn't want her heading toward the house. Well, I'm not sure who won the argument because after all our talking, she had disappeared. I have visions of her tramping across the fields, not toward the house. I sleep better that way.