Friday, September 6, 2013

Goodness gracious, will someone please remind me next time I say I'm planning a litter that I get this darned tired when I have to take care of puppies!  They are so much fun and soooooo much work.  Even though Shibas are what I would considered easy babies to take care of. 


Stages are only a day or two.  I'm weaning them now and it's really hard on them so they BITCH pretty much non stop unless they are sleeping.  If they aren't complaining they are beating each other up which means a lot of scrambling, growling and screaming as loud as possible. Next week is what Marcel has dubbed Shark Week.  Week 6 is where the fight.

Most the time I can ignore the puppies practicing their Shiba scream but every once in a while, I want to go all feral on their ass.  It's at that time that I understand why some mothers kill their young.  Yet there mama lays, so calmly and lovingly, while they pull her tail and bite her feet.

This is really our first day of serious rain and I'm dreading what's to come.  Usually the fall rain starts around the middle of September and does this piddling/misting rain until sometime in late October when it starts storming rain which continues until December sometime when the winter sun emerges with false warmth.  When it rains next we may have a white Christmas and I remember once we even had a white Thanksgiving here in Washington.

What does that have to do with my farm animals you ask?  It's a mucky icky mess outside and I'm always doing something outside getting soaked.  Towels and wet cloths are hanging all over the house.  We even take our cat Ming outside to his cat kennel to use his litter box so even the cat gets wet!  He rides on my shoulder keeping his head pressed as closely to mine as he can get it so he's under the brim of my hat.  He's a smart kitty that one is.

I'm rambling like the rain.......I think it's nap time.  Here kitty!

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