I’m a terrible pet person, I don’t remember birthdays or adoption days. But this year, of course, different with Bixby. We didn’t think he’d have a fifth birthday. So grateful for this day.
And this little girl is sixteen. I remember hers because I adopted her on my birthday and she was eight weeks old…and I can count backward, LOL. I saw her little angry face at the shelter and knew she was a good fit for our household.
I tell her she’s the last of the divorce crew and we’ve been through a lot together. And she’s raised her share of Great Danes in her sixteen years. But I’ve made it clear I expect her to stick around till she’s twenty-one or more.
It’s been a good day.
This photo quacks me up. Like, “why am I in a box?” Pearl gets more and more feathers every day. Which means my house is now covered in the downy layer she is losing. Like someone broke open a down pillow. Continue reading
Lilacs are starting to bloom heavily…just in time for a forecasted snow storm. I’ll be bringing in a bunch more bouquets of tulips and lilacs.
We survived our first night, once Pearl settled down. She cannot be left alone and makes a loud ruckus to make that clear. So she hangs out in the living room with us. And yes, I’m leaning toward female based on her non-stop quacking. Males are generally quieter. We will adjust if I’m proven incorrect.
What would I do without him? ❤
My niece spent spring break charming my kittens.
The ducks have started laying eggs again, so it must be spring! These are all Maddie’s. About a dozen so far. Mabel just began laying this morning, so I will soon be overrun. Two eggs a day doesn’t sound like much, but they add up quickly.
Their original pool finally sprung a leak, and even though they have a bigger pool they have shunned, it was time to find them a new pool. Continue reading
A couple of small meals, a bath and some play time with his new buds and we went to bed exhausted. Continue reading
It’s his favorite spot to sit and watch me work. Look at that face.