Cuba Has Good Relations With Scotland

March 26, 2010

In the doggie world anyway.

Posh and I had a great morning playdate with Colleen and her two Scottie dogs.

The bigger boy is Danny who recently added a little brother to his pack.

Danny’s mommy is a volunteer for MN Scottie Rescue and was fostering this new baby sibling.  Well, Colleen decided to fail Fostering 101. For any of you who don’t get my little “dog joke,” failing Fostering 101 means you end up keeping the puppy.  :)

Looks like Scottie dogs know how to fly too!

Seems to me, these brothers are a perfect pair and keeping him was a fabulous decision.


Ewe Spin Me Right Round Baby

February 23, 2010

Feeling sheepish? Ewe betcha!

Sorry, I just can’t help the puns.

That beautiful girl above is Dreamer, she is a Shetland Sheep belonging to Nancy Krohn.  Nancy has a great blog, which Dreamer narrates, that I’ve been “cyber stalking” called A Shepherd’s Voice.

Well, my dad and Jayne have recently relocated to a farm in south eastern MN. A few weeks ago they totally hooked me up, arranging a visit/tour of Nancy’s home. This is what Nancy had keeping warm and happy out of the cold MN winter.  I couldn’t believe the awesome set up she had!

Spoiled poultry….

After meeting some of Nancy’s fine feathered friends, to read more about them check out her chicken blog, we headed out to meet this shepherd’s flock.

Nancy gave us animal crackers to give the sheep as a friendly bribe.  I did have to wonder, if they ate a sheep shaped cookie would they be considered cannibals?

In exchange for lots of cookies, Dazzle the darling gave me kisses.

Sage thinks the sheep kind of look like aliens, and I have to agree they are pretty crazy looking. It’s those eyes…

Of course we couldn’t leave without purchasing some fleece for me to spin.

Pretty amazing that sheep’s wool can go from this:

to this:

to this:

to this:

to this:

I’ve already spun most of it, and tonight Violet helped me dye the white fleece with Kool-Aid.  I thought it would be fitting for her to help me dye the fleece most likely taken from her favorite white sheep, Angel. So the fleece went from this:

to this:

I plan on taking this brightly colored roving and my spinning wheel into Violet’s kindergarten class to show them how sheep’s wool can be dyed and spun into yarn.

Big shout outs to Jayne and Nancy for setting this awesome day up for us.  Violet and I, the big animal lovers, will definitely be back for a visit this spring to see the, oh I can hardly contain myself, LAMBS!!!

Meanwhile, here’s a joke I overheard in the pasture.

“Where do sheep go to get their hair cut?”

“The baa baa shop.”

“Baa ha ha!”


Cold Chicken?

December 8, 2009

It appears the local weatherfolk were correct.  The white stuff is coming down steadily, and transforming our brown yard into a Winter Wonderland.

Just in time for me to feel like I’m ready to put up the tree and drink spiked egg nog and listen to Bing Crosby.

I’m not quite sure the hens are as feeling so festive.  Looks to me they’re wondering why they can’t check out the human’s “coop,” and asking “why oh why does that hairy thing get to be on the other side of the glass?  I mean, that animal won’t even lay an egg…”


Pondering Posh

December 4, 2009

Posh thinks about what makes her tail wag.

Perhap it is: warm laps, good friends to wrestle with, yummy food to eat, a safe “den” to call home, children’s faces to lick, bully sticks to chew, someone to rub her belly, and plenty of chipmunks to chase.

Happy Friday everyone.


Windsor & Nitro-Yellow Labs in Their Element

November 9, 2009

This weekend That Lucky Bitch ventured up The Gunflint Trail to wag with two Labrador retriever friends, Windsor & Nitro. Miss Posh, who has nerves of steel, wasn’t intimidated by these big boys or their playfulness.  I was impressed with their stamina for swimming so long in such cold and rough waters, and for their natural ability to retrieve a fallen grouse.  I was equally impressed with my aunt Mary’s skills with a shotgun, as I can say this was my first experience watching a bird hunt.  As a vegetarian it’s not something I’m privy to.  I guess the coolest thing was watching the teamwork and bond so obviously shared between a hunter and her dog.

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