Have a good one!
Have a good one!
“Marica?” Missy asked as she looked up at Marica who was having breakfast at her desk. “Yes, Missy?” “Why did my Dear Friend not accompany me on my morning constitutional?” “Ruff?” Rocky, too, was perplexed by the change in routine. Rocky does not like routine changes. “Well, Missy,” Marica replied, “You cannot exert yourself for
And now, more than six hours later, they are crashed.
SueK sends along a link to several videos of Sheep Dog Trials. Sheep dog trials are contests between man/dog teams required to move a small group of sheep (usually 5 I think) around and through a specified course. The course usually consists of gates and barriers, and are set so that they aren’t straight, but
“Hey Missy!” Marica called out. “Misssyyyy!” “Yes, yes, Marica. What is it?” Missy asked as she ran into the den. “You’ll never believe this! You just won’t,” Marica said excitedly. “Ruff?” Rocky asked as he, too, trotted up to Marica’s desk. “What’s got you so excited, Marica?” Missy asked as she slid down on the
“Marica?” Missy inquired looking up from her devise. “Yes, Missy?” Marica replied looking up from her laptop. “What’s up?” “rufffff,” Rocky grumbled. The last few morning walks had been exhilarating, but they’d caught up with him. He just wanted to get on with his morning nap. “Well, I see here that our favorite artist– excepting
For years now, a blue heron has had a nest at the northeast corner of The Lake. Nothing quite like watching a blue heron fly up out of the grass near the water. I can see it perched on a dead tree truck on the far shore (bottom left photo). [Photos taken on my Nikon
“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,”