This is what the ‘bad Granny’ does with a cute little Annie, watch the pictures progress until she puts her arms in the air and says with her eyes, okay, that is enough. I can’t get enough of these kids. They make life worth living!
This little sweetheart of a boy is a real animal lover and the animals here all know it. Whenever Jacob is near the tails are wagging. A few weeks ago we were pulling weeds in Kwyn’s pen, Jacob grabs on to a weed almost as big as he was and starts grunting and pulling, it came out suddenly and he landed on his butt, I burst out laughing and he looked up at me with those big blue eyes and said “Seewiously Gwanny, you thought that was funny’. Of course that made it all the funnier. He is a lovely little boy with such a sincere sense of humour and he is a tease, when it is time for them to leave he gives me a sly look and acts like I am going to get a hug, then runs off laughing. The older kids, Dinah and Trip have made a game out of it and they chase him down and haul him back so while I am giving him his hug he is squealing I give his ear a few nibbles.
John, my computer Guru, and Thea, my groomer, have six little ones, 13 down to little Annie who is 15 months and now walking and a very independent little monkey. I have the privilege of being ‘Granny’! Both John and Thea are awesome parents that work as a team parenting this crew. I am here to tell you that they just don’t make kids like this any more. They are home schooled, so untainted by the brats we have in schools now, the older two milk three goats morning and evening. The third child Autumn, looks after the chickens. Jacob, Calub and Annie go to the garden with their Mum and the older three kids, pull weeds and harvest whatever is ready. They are the wind beneath my wings.
It is not very often you would hear me say to someone with 6 little kids, “Come on in” but you would have to know these awesome children to understand how good it is to see them each time. They are smart, beautiful and well mannered. They carry on an intelligent conversation, not kid gibberish about a cartoon or movie. They know who God and Jesus are and can discuss different things from the Bible. I better stop, I could write a whole book on these six kids, each is so different yet alike in so many ways. I just thought I would share this with you, when this crew of kids help me with chores we gain a lot of ground. They are gentle with the dogs and the dogs love them (especially Jacob). MA
I was taking pictures today so decided to include the boss dog, head of the pack…small but mighty. She is 13 now and still going strong. She keeps everyone in their place and if there is a mouse or rat anywhere she takes care of that in a big hurry. So Merry Christmas from me, Margaret-Ann and my old Jack Russell, Becki-Sue!
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, “Excuse me, where are we?”
“This is Heaven, sir,” the man answered.
“Wow! Would you happen to have some water?” the man asked.
“Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.”
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
“Can my friend,” gesturing toward his dog, “come in, too?” the traveler asked.
“I’m sorry sir, but we don’t accept pets.”
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
“Excuse me!” he called to the man. “Do you have any water?”
“Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.”
“How about my friend here?” the traveler gestured to the dog.
“There should be a bowl by the pump.”
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
“What do you call this place?” the traveler asked.
“This is Heaven,” he answered.
“Well, that’s confusing,” the traveler said. “The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.”
“Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That’s hell.”
“Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?”
“No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.”
Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.
Maybe this will explain.
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don’t know what, and don’t know how, you forward jokes.
Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get?
A forwarded joke.
So, next time if you get a joke, don’t think that you’ve been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you’ve been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
You are welcome at my water bowl any time.
Here are some fresh pictures of Kix (right after her clip)!
After much soul searching and a little input from my vet I have decided to train and adopt out my choice of my last dog, Escort, and keep Debbie’s tiniest female. This little girl was incredibly tiny when she was born but she was a feisty little monkey. When I would sit in their whelping box with the bottle to supplement them as soon as she would smell me, she would wake up (eyes and ears still closed) and come to me as fast as she could crawl. Once she could walk she would come full speed to me, I spent a lot of hours sitting with her letting her nurse while I kept the bigger pups away so she had a chance without being pushed off…we quickly became a team. This tiny bit of chocolate fur just wanted to be with me and would crawl over all the other pups to get there. When Dr. Cochrane came to do vet checks and boosters I was mentioning this to him, and that it was too bad I had already picked Escort…that being said he checked her over twice as sometimes the small pups have a heart murmur, she doesn’t and while he was weighing and checking her she was ‘eyes on Margaret-Ann’ and tail wagging. So long story short, between his vet tech, Dr. Cochrane and myself, we decided that she should be my last forever dog, rather than Escort. So this little girl is staying and will be spayed and be my last dog….I named her Kix (Kix Butt) and you will be reading more about her in the future.
Escort is going into obedience training in my hay shed, which is almost ready to go, and will be offered for sale as a well started pup. Now let me dazzle you with the pictures I took of her yesterday.