Three Things To Tell

Hi Guy’s!

Look what my Dad brought me yesterday!

The big, white, family photo album that I had been asking to see for about 2 years now! It had been hiding. My Mom couldn’t remember where it was, and my Dad had been actively searching for me. It was safe in a drawer, waiting patiently.

He brought me two other books as well. One was my Grandmother’s trip to Israel in 1979 , and the other was one of those yucky sticky photo books that I had covered with fabric for my Mom many years ago. I already took all of the pictures out of that one. I was really glad  they came out easily, because once I had the misfortune to have to take pictures out of Honey’s old photo album and it ended up being a major pain in the rear!

His pictures WOULD NOT come off. The pictures were one with the sticky page. Some of them ripped,. What I ended up doing was cutting the page apart as best I could, and then separating the cardboard sheet into two pieces. So some of his pictures have a thick Polaroid feel, and some are as thin as paper. It was a very frustrating job.

I should  be able to provide a new picture for tomorrow’s Way Back When-sday post!!!

He also brought me a big hob nail bowl that he found somewhere in the house. I forget where he said. It says Fenton on the bottom, which I discovered is another well known brand of Milkglass. I remember this bowl too. One thing I can say about my Mom, she used  her pretties.

It has been raining all night, so our walk is again in jeopardy. I don’t think it has any intention of being finished.  We have had SO much rain in the last couple of weeks! Katie has a new hobby; walking in the mud.

Speaking of Katie, I forgot to tell you something. The other day when Goomba was here, the three of us were in the backyard. Goomba was in the swing, and Kate was sniffing around, as she is known to do. She seemed particularly interested in the privet hedge that lines our property. On the other side is a field, where there is a creek separating us from a few other houses. There are some dumb, barky dogs that live over there with their ridiculously IGNORANT owners that allow all the barky. At any hour of the day AND night.

I do not ever want Katie in the field, because those dogs would think that she is a Cheezit and scarf her in one bite. So imagine my displeasure when there was a great rustling in the privet hedge, and then she went through to the other side! There were many, many, big, black, birds yelling at her as I hurried around to the end of the hedge, so I could go around and get her irresponsible self. And what do I see? Katie with a big, black, baby bird in her mouth. A big, black, baby bird that was bigger than her entire head and shoulders. The big, baby bird was slowly opening and closing it’s mouth.

 I tried not to freak out, because I know she was just being a dog, but eeewwww!  I had her by the scruff of her neck, telling her nicely to let go. She had no intention of that. I then tried to shake the big, baby bird out of her mouth. She told me no. Then, as delicately as I could, I spanked her bottom. She dropped the big, black, baby bird.

I then took her back to the house. I could not resist one more trip back to the field to see if the big, baby bird was really dead. It was really dead.

I am sad about the big, black, baby bird. But I am a little happy for Katie. It was the first live prey I have ever known her to catch. She is usually a scavenging vulture. All dead, all the time.

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5 Comments

  1. 3goodkids said,

    May 18, 2010 at 7:48 AM

    For such a little bitty dog she sure can get herself into trouble. She thinks she is much bigger than she is.

  2. Jip the Farm Dog said,

    May 18, 2010 at 12:34 PM

    I am soooo happy you finally found the white photo album!

  3. caprilis said,

    May 18, 2010 at 1:40 PM

    Ummmmm, stealing a baby bird out of a nest doesn’t qualify as hunting and killing actual PREY!
    Shame on her!
    Glad you got your family picture album, can’t wait to see the gems that you glean from there.

  4. Marlene said,

    May 18, 2010 at 6:24 PM

    So glad your dad found the book-what a treasure to have. And that dish is soo pretty. I’m loving all your mom’s beautiful dishes!

  5. thedomesticfringe said,

    May 18, 2010 at 9:54 PM

    You seem to have a hunting dog on your hands. Maybe you could train her to hunt chickens. They taste better than black birds. 😉

    -FringeGirl


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