Last Squirrel Patrol For Me For Awhile... :(

Tuesday, we all went out for squirrel patrol because I begged Grammy really hard. She wasn’t sure I should go out, but I told her I’m fine and she knows that some exercise is good for me, so she said I could go, but this would be the last time for a full squirrel patrol for me for a while. I DON’T think I like the sound of THAT!

We took our usual route, which included a good check of the Old Dart. I got there first, and then ran and told the others that I REALLY felt there was something around there!

The others came and agreed… something was in or around that car!



I even insisted that my Dad open the hood…





I don’t know where it went, but whatever it was, I KNOW it had been hiding there!




We did our check of the ditch and side pasture…




...then headed for the front pasture. Mama OC and Sadie found some yummy fresh horse apples and stopped for a snack on the way.

We checked all the holes and bushes there, and then Grammy said I’d had enough and we needed to head in.


We did go by the water barrels and make sure there weren’t any swimmers. You can never tell when one of the horses will knock out the squirrel ladder and a squirrel will decide to take a chance anyway!

By the way, I checked out that box bed they made for me, and it’s not half bad! Grammy put a big towel over it and made it into my own little cave. I really kind of like it in there now that I’ve scratched it and arranged the blankets the way I like. (Mom says to tell you that it was dark and so the vids from in there had to be lightened…)

The towel can flap down and really make it cozy. Last night, Grammy forgot to put it down, so I got out, grabbed it with my teeth and pulled it shut. I even told everyone else that they had to stay out of my room and AWAY from MY BOX. Grammy told me, though, that I still have to let BG and Mama OC use the ramp in front of it to get on her bed.

MY BOX gives me a little privacy, and I kind of like that, too. Sometimes I wish everyone would quit petting my belly. Grammy pinched me today a little and said I had milk now, and she also said something about dropping and starting to look like I was getting ready in a few other ways too… I hope so, though I don’t FEEL ready to be a Mommy… I just want these little kickers OUT!

Mom’s Back on That “Diet” kick Again…

DARN! Mom’s back on that “Diet” kick again! She kept wondering why I wasn’t losing weight and seemed to be gaining it, and she started paying closer attention (SPYING on me!) and caught me sneaking some of the pup’s food.

Dott, especially, tends to leave some of hers… especially if someone forgets to put her shredded cheese or some other goody on top. NOW, Mom is putting down the food bowls, WATCHING us eat, and if we don’t eat right away, she PICKS THEM BACK UP (said in a wailing tone) and puts them away!

And she doesn’t give ME nearly enough to feed a rodent!!! (Note from Mom: Aren’t you laying it on a bit thick, OC?) Ok… So she does give me carrots, a slice of yam, or some roasted chicken breast jerky as snacks in between those two TINY drops of food she feeds me in the morning and evening.

I tell you, I’m STARVING out here! Horse apples are fine for small snacks, but they aren’t very filling!

Carrots aren’t too bad,

and the pups like them a lot,

but I’M A CORGI…

not a RABBIT!

HELP!!!

Mango, Please... come help me! You should be big enough to make her listen! Maybe if you, Travis and Khyra…

Horse Tails and Cow Pies

We had a WONDERFUL day today. It was so pretty outside… not to warm and not to cold. Mom was feeling great, so she decided to go out and work on her Peruvian horse, Cory’s, tail.

Cory has a huge tail that is VERY thick and long enough to almost touch the ground, and since it’s been so cold, and before that, Mom’s back was bugging her for so long, it had gotten terribly knotted. She had worked on it a couple of times and gotten about ½ of it done, but today she worked on it several hours and got the rest of the big huge knot worked out.

What’s great about that is that WE got to stay outside with her and play in the front pasture because Cory is gentle and just stands there. The other two horses were locked out and had to stay in the side pasture. She says that it is dangerous for us to be out where the young Arab, Wind Dancer, is. I think it's because he is a CRAZY horse, but she says he is just young and a hot-blooded, hyper breed of horse.

If you get to close to him, he will kick at you, and he will turn for no reason and take off, full speed with his tail straight up. Mom thinks he is pretty, but, like I said… I think he is CRAZY and he makes me nervous that he might hurt Mom, so I dance around and then she gets mad at ME!!

Dott, Mama and I got to stay out and play for most of the time she was out there. After sniffing around for awhile, Mama laid down under the chair that Mom was sitting in… Cory is so gentle that she can do that while she works on his tail, though she doesn’t recommend this for most horses… Anyway, Dott and I ran and played for a long time and then I went over to the fence by the neighbor’s pasture to keep watch and make sure those neighbor dogs didn’t decide to come over.

After a little while, Mom noticed that Dott was no where to be seen. She called and called, and then Robert came out and called, and after several minutes Dott came running from the other side of the hill in the front pasture… Apparently, she had gone out of the fence line into the BLM land and found a really nice, mushy cow pie to roll in.

She did a very good job of covering the front half of her. I thought she looked cool and she thought she was big stuff, but apparently, Mom and Robert were NOT HAPPY. He snatched her up and gave her a bath and washed off all that lovely perfume she had used so profusely. Mom laughed and said that my grandma, Mist used to LOVE to do that, too. I think she only laughed because SHE didn’t have to give Dott the bath.

Poor Dottie… she didn’t get to come out again for the rest of the day…. (snicker…)