“Marica? Do you have a minute?” Missy asked as she closed the lid to her laptop. “Of course, Missy! What’s on your mind?” Marica replied. “Ruff?” “I’m just curious. Have you read the Harry Potter books?” “No, Missy, can’t say as I have. There’re not really my cup of tea,” Marica said. “Dear Friend,” Missy
Good morning, Dear Readers (with a special shout out to fellow dog lover, Steve)! It’s shaping up to be a beautiful day here on Farther Along Farm. This morning Missy, Rocky & I did something different– we trucked down to the Pond Pasture. And when I say “trucked,” I mean that the dogs and I
“Yes, Marica,” Missy looked up from where she was relaxing on the floor at Marica’s feet. “Missy, I hope this doesn’t offend, but you’re getting a little… um, a girth upon you,” Marica stated. “Ruff,” Rocky concurred. “Oh, my, Marica, I know! Why! I look at myself in the mirror and I hardly know meself!
Tiger had an interesting day. Hey! If the distinguished Gerard Van der Leun can put up They said, “If you get a cat you’ll become obsessed.” I said, “Nonsense.” I can put up a post about Tiger’s day. Not that I can’t post whatever I want, just sayin’. The cat video is hilarious. Ghostsniper’s folk psychological
“Hey, Missy?” Marica asked as she approached Missy’s desk. “Sorry to interrupt, but do you have a minute?” “Sure, Marica,” Missy said slipping off her reading glasses and looking up. “I’m working on the final edits you suggested to my Epic Novel but I could use a break. What’s up?” Missy and Marica just looked
“Marica?” Missy got up from her desk, laid down her reading glasses, stretched, and asked, “Do you have a minute?” “Sure, Missy! What’s on your mind this cold gloomy day?” “Ruff?” Rocky, too, was curious. “Well,” Missy heaved in a big breath of purified air (thanks to Marica’s recent shopping trip) in the way that
Originally posted January 31, 2012, here with minor edits. Some background is in order. Follow the link below about the Soup Contest. Also know that we’d gotten Missy only a few months before and she was a horrible puppy. Rocky tried so hard to teach her but she just wouldn’t learn! Here is the recipe
“Missy! Rocky! Come ‘er!” Marica hollered. Missy and Rocky jumped from the bed and ran into the kitchen. “What is it, Marica?” Missy asked. “What is it?” “Ruff? Ruff?” asked Rocky. “You’ve got mail!” Marica said. “Ruff?!?” “Really?!? We have mail! Oh my goodness! Oh my!” Missy said excitedly while spinning around in circles. “Who’s
I don’t know where they went but Missy sure does… have quite the aroma about her!
“Hey, Missy!” Marica looked over at Missy who was sprawled out on the bed. “Rocky! Listen to this!” “ruff,” Rocky mumbled. “Um hum, Marica?” Missy barely lifted her head. She was exhausted after the big morning run before the rain. ” Listen to this– you’ll love this,” Marica said. ” Quote, ‘All knowledge, the totality
“Marica?” Missy slid off the bed, sauntered over to Marica’s desk and sat down on the floor. “Oh! Hey Missy,” Marica replied. “What’s up?” “Ruff?” wondered Rocky. “Well, Marica, we wondered why you are looking so pensive these last few minutes.” “I’m trying to think of a name for something,” Marica said sighing. “Ruff?” “Oh.
“Hey, Missy! How’s your novel coming along?” Marica asked. “Sweepingly, Marica. Just sweepingly!” replied Missy looking up from the pile of notebooks, books, and devises on her desk. “Ruff?” Rocky questioned. “Um, Missy… don’t you mean ‘swimmingly’?” “Swimmingly!?!” Missy cried out. “What does swimming have to do with writing an epic novel? No, no. I
“Pardon me, Marica,” Missy began, “Do you have a moment?” “Why certainly, girl,” Marica replied, “What’s up?” “Ruff?” Rocky asked. “What are your thoughts on in me-dI-us rez?” “Ruff?!?” Rocky scoffed. “What?” “Me-dI-us rez. Surely you know that term, Marica,” Missy answered. “It’s a literary devise meaning ‘to being in the middle of things’.” “Ruffruffruff,”
Who doesn’t love The Peninsula on a 60+ degree day in the beginning of December? I think family should have its very own peninsula– or something similar as suits its taste. A destination not too far from home, but far enough to be someplace one does not go every day. When the weather turns, the
That is correct. There are five dogs. Jango,* the not lost dog, has taken to hanging out at The Farm a lot. Yesterday Little Caroline, part owner of Jango, came to the door and said, “Daddy wanted me to come over and find out if Jango made that mess.” I hadn’t been out front until
Well– part stroll, part drive First, to the summit, elevation 515′ above sea level. You can see the Village water tower from the summit. It’s also a great place to watch meteor showers. A little walk down the North Road through the Piney Woods. I’m listening to the birds and Rocky & Missy are chasing
Monday August 27, 2018, 7:22am Then fresh out of the oven buttermilk biscuits topped with homemade sausage & gravy. To clarify– both the sausage and the gravy were homemade. Final cup of coffee while wandering around the World Wide Web looking for something particular I read the other day about County Mice. Came up short.
by Tony Took two days of research. He arrived at the conclusion that a Thanksgiving centerpiece was artfully presented dead plant material. At the end of the second day, when his research had come to fruition, I said to Kat, “I guess we forgot to tell him about Pinterest.” Just another chapter in The Book
Donut bacon cheese burger. I’ve seen them— heck I’ve eaten them– in Tennessee. They are delicious! Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
Yes. That is a shopping cart– or as some like to call it, “buggy”– in the background. Doesn’t everyone have one? Every morning I have coffee. Most mornings I take the dogs for a walk– which is to say, I make them sit, and after what I, as Leader, deem to be a most appropriate