How many dogs inside?

It’s raining outside. It’s winter. This rain in winter stuff if how I remember winter being, back when I was a kid, and then up until a couple of years ago. That’s when the drought started.

Now the rain seems to be coming down like it should in winter, the crops all around the district are coming up, and when I look outside I see a host of golden soursobs.

Back to the subject of this post. I look around the room and I see a pharaoh hound and a shcnauzer in the crate, two pharaoh hounds on the old sofa. That means there are other dog/s not here. Better do something about that soon. The oldest dog is outside. She has the thickest though, so she should be OK.

The cold weather outside and the heater on inside means that inside is definitely the best place to be, according to my thinking, nd the thinking of the dogs too.

I’ve done some work outside today, but I don’t think I’ll be going very far outside again until tomorrow.  I feel very sorry for all all of the dogs who are not allowed inside when the weather turns to winter. I guess they grow thicker hair, and keep warm that way, but I like sharing our home with our dogs too.

They shed a bit sure, and they track mud into the house, but even so, I love having them in with us. They are loving and funny, and they make our house even more of a home.

 

Cats and Dogs

It’s really weird, but I find myself writing more about cats than I write about dogs. I’m a dog person, not a cat person, but the sneaky creatures wind their way into my written words so much more than dogs do.

I’m registered breeder of purebred dogs, and dogs have been important to me for all of my life. I desperately wanted a dog as a kid, and once I’d hooked up with my now husband, the dog numbers started rising.

We had a cat too, but she didn’t like our first schnauzer, so she had to go. Emma was a beautiful cat, black with glowing yellow eyes. She went to live with my sister-in-law and lived on to be about 21.

I could never consider getting a cat now. We have too many dogs who love to chase things. It wouldn’t be fair to bring a cat into our household. Although, maybe a cat might get into the house when I’m too old for so many dogs. Maybe not.

I just don’t understand cats the way I understand dogs. Dogs do things for reasons that make sense to me. Cats just look enigmatic and do weird things I don’t understand. I think cats are probably planning how to take over the world. They have this look about them, like they have plans within plans within plans.

So what have I written about cats? Poetry http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/Pussy-Cat-Pussy-Cat.81443 , a short story http://www.authspot.com/Short-Stories/A-Cat-Encounter.204545 , various comments on various forums and miscellaneous other stuff.

I still think they are trying to take over the world. Once they figure out hwo to do things that need a thumb to do, we’d better watch out!

 

Pork is good.

I’ve been doing fun things today, contacting my members of parliament and getting action started to help the farmers and others in the pig industry to get through the silly stuff and things people are saying about eating pork and Swine Flu.

It is so stupid to think you can catch Swine Flu by eating a nice pork spare rib. You catch it by having someone who has the virus coughing it all over you, that’s how.

I nearly gave some silly woman a real tongue lashing at the supermarket the other day when she was going on about not eating pork again. Looking at the size of her, she looked like she was half pig herself, and if I was her dietician, I’d advise her to perhaps go for the lean chicken dishes, not pork.

Having said that though, you can certainly eat pork without stacking on the kilograms. It’s all in what you do with it, and what you have with it. I’d suggest you leave the crackling alone if you’re watching the calories, but a nice pork fillet, marinated and backed in the oven can be a delicious low fat choice.

Put some pork on your fork. Do it for the farmers!

 

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The rain again fell mainly on the plain!

Yes it’s been raining, finally it is raining at our places and all around our district and beyond.

We’ve been in a drought situation, and now the heavens have opened up. When Graham and I checked earlier today, the was 10ml in the rain gauge, which is 9ml more than we’ve had for ages.

So, at our house, what does rain mean? It means dog’s don’t want to go outside if it’s pelting down. It means the formerly dug-up dirt backyard turns into mud, it means mud gets tracked in on muddy paws, and it means the grass mi8ght actually turn into something resembling a lawn.

It means shivering Pharaoh Hounds, and Schnauzers with damp beards and legs. But most importantly of all, it means the drought might be broken and the farmers around here can plant their seed and have it grow.

We’re not formers, but there’s farms all around us, and if it’s good for the farmers, it’s good for the whole Mallala district.

 

Hello world!

This blog is to let people know about my book, “Dig It! Gardening Tips for Dogs”. It’s real, sort of, it’s funny, I think so anyway, and best of all, there’s pictures there as well as words.

I might talk about my dogs here sometimes too. I will definitely try to sell you my book. Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do! I’m a poet, and a writer, with no publisher waiting for my every word.

I’m trying to earn a living here people!

If I make you smile a bit, well I guess that’s enough.