Wednesday, October 22, 2014

It's my Birthday!!!

Today I am nine! I don't feel any older. In fact, I feel like a pup!

So hold off on sendin dentures, hearin aids or even a motorized scooter.
I'm not ready fur that stuff yet.

I wunnered whut wuz up when Mommy putted a cookie on top o' my brekkie kibble.
I sure hope she keeps bein nice to me today.

Grab yurself a piece o' cake.

An sum ice cream.
  Pawty time!

Monday, October 20, 2014

They grow up so fast

'Member back in July when I showed yu this?

Those lil chickies wuz 'bout 2-3 weeks old then.
Now they have growed up. They look like this.

An' like this.

An' today, Daddy heard 'em fussin out there in their house. He found this.

Ok, he found the smaller brownish egg. The white ones are store bot. The henny penny's furst eggs are smaller then they will lay bigger ones.
Mommy thinks this is the gurl who laid the lil egg.

The sun is real brite on her, but her comb (top o' her head) an her wattles (unner her beak) are more red than the uther gurls. That's how yu can tell if they are layin, unless yu catch 'em on the nest box.

So I am seein sum fresh eggs in my future. When they all start layin, it'll be a egg-rich 'vironment round my place. Plenty o' eggs fur all o' us!

Ok, an jus sum bits o' trivia fur yu if yu wanna know more 'bout chickies.

Don't need no noisy rooster to get eggs. The eggs jus won't be fertilized.

Chickens need 'bout 14 hours of lite per day to kick in the egg-makin parts. Sunshine or arty fishul lite wurks.

Gurl chickies unner 1 year of age are called pullets.

An a chickie will lay the most eggs the furst year or 2 of her life. She'll keep layin eggs affer that, jus not so many.

Fas in atin huh?

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Bugged, or is it debugged?

Hi. My name is Zoe. I like to eat bugs.
So there. I tol' yu. Sumtimes I can't help it. I eat too many bugs. They're out in my yard jus waitin to be cleaned up. Bug binge.
Then the nex' mornin, I don't wanna eat my brekkie. Maybe the bugs are havin a pawty in my tummy.
I don't know.

That's whut happened this mornin. Don't wurry, I'm fine now.

Furst clue I dint feel so hot wuz this mornin at Really Early Dark O'clock. Tux came an got Mommy to go outside. That's nuthin outta the ord ee naree. But 'cept this time, I went out too. That wuz out of the ord ee naree.
Mommy watched me. She could tell I wuz poopin or at least tryin to.
I came back in an we went back to bed. She tol me not to throw up in the bed. An since I am always a gud grrl an 'beed ee ant an junk, I dint. Throw up.
But at brekkie time o'clock, I dint eat my brekkie. Now this has happened afore. No big deal.
In bout a minute or hour or sumfin, I went out to the food dispensin area. Mommy's not too brite but she wunnered if I wanted to eat my brekkie. I tol' her yes, I did. So I ate all my brekkie. Yum!

So I guess I wuz bugged but now I am debugged. All is gud!

Saturday, October 11, 2014

My lil corner o' the wurld

I ain't been barkin here fur a spell. Not much goin on an Mommy's been messin with yarn an junk.

But let me tell yu, big time news fur the town I live near.
I been tellin yu the spuds are a big deal round here. We gots a museum bout it all. They have "free taters fur out-o'-staters!"

Spud museum clicky link

An yes, that's a great big spud sittin out in front.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

I got one too!

A couple of doggy blogger pals are showin piccies of their boxes.

The brown truck jus brot me my very own box! My very own, furst order frum Chewy. I tol' Mommy to order frum there cuz yu pals luv the stuff yu get.

See me grinnin bout my box? Mommy! Open it now!

Let's see whut's inside!
Ohhh! Sum new doggie fud to try an sum tasty cookies!
Let's try sum Now!

Mmmmm! We jus tried a Grammy's Pot Pie cookie. We gobbled. Not a good piccie! Tux thinks he's gonna get anuther already.

Yu see, an don't tell nobuddy, but I lick my paws, so duz Tux. An even tho the med ee sin helped my coff to stop, the vet thot it mite help me stop lickin my lil grrl private area.
That part din't wurk.

So Mommy wants to try goin grain-free fur us. We eat purdy good fud an treats. But goin grain-free is the nex step to see if we'll stop the lickin. Yu know, sumtimes we lick on account o' becus of Al R. Gees (not yu Z).
But 'cept she jus found out this fud ain't toadally grain-free. It's got sum oatmeals in it.

Oh well, no wheat, corn or soy.

I am willin to give it a try!

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Happy Gotcha Day to our SamCat

Our very own meezer, Sam, has been with us fur 4 years!

Here he is on his furst day here.

We 'dopted him frum our favoritest shelter ofur in the Why O Ming place. The lady sed he had been in a house fire an later his purrson had died. So's that's why he went into the shelter place. He wuz sad there. No wunner, huh?
He has funny lil paw pads. No claws at all on any of his feeties. Sum of the pads are kinda gone too. He musta gotted burned, huh?

But he sure fits in here. He is Tux's best buddy.

Doin the yin, yang thing
The uther day, Tux wuz sittin nex to Mommy with his hed on the arm o' the chair, lookin adorinly at her. Sam wuz sittin in Mommy's lap with his hed on the arm o' the chair, lookin adorinly at Tux.

An SamCat an Mommy have this thing they do evfurry mornin. Sam will come into the kitchin while Mommy is messin round. He meows at her to be picked up. Then she sings silly lil songs to him an kinda dances round. The songs have different tunes that yu mite reck o niz but all the wurds are "Sam". Try the Carol o' the Bells usin Sam or Sammy fur evfurry note. Or Oklahoma with only the wurd Sam.
Yeah, it's weird here.

But Sam is a good cat. He has always had kinda a tootie problem. He duz like to eat, maybe too much. An then he toots. Makes fur good tushie sniffin.

Happy Gotcha Day Sam! We're glad yur hear!

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Spuds on the move!

Woo hoo! Come on ofur to my place evfurry fur! Big ol' trucks an spud diggin machines are rite ofur there!
Good barkin!
Here's sum o' the stuff we can bark at. An if yu don't get here today, there's anuther field rite next to my place they'll be wurkin on.

This is whut I can see out my OP Zoe winnow.

The red part is diggin the spuds, givin 'em a ride an then dumpin 'em into that white farm truck deal.
There's a tractor there too but 'cept yu can't see it on account o' because the farm truck is blockin it.
Gotta edit sumfin. There is anuther big tractor deal that has dug up the spuds. This red deal picks them up. I din't get a piccie of that furst machine.

There's a mess o' these farm trucks waitin their turn to get the spuds dumped in 'em.
See 'em ofur there? All lined up, waitin their turns.

When they are loaded, the trucks pull out. Coff, coff. It's real dusty! They auto-mat-ik-lee use the blue cover to protect the spuds on their ride to where efur they take them.

An there they go! That's my mailbox out there, don't hit it please.
So if anybuddy wants to come ofur to bark at all the stuff, we have to stay in or else fur sure stay in my fenced backyard. Don't want nun of yu to get smushed by all the quipment.

Hey, there will be lots o spuds left in the fields. Raise yur paws if yu want my daddy to dig yu sum. We will send 'em to yu. Nice an fresh! Will bout a hunnerd pounds be ok?