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George and Gracie!

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Girl, put that tongue back in your mouth.

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One day you’re going to trip on it, I swear.

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Well, okay, I guess tucked up in one of your nostrils will keep it out of the way.

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Seems to grow by the minute.

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Whoa. That’s a scary face. I’m terrified, pup. Terrified, I say.

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“My job is done here.”

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“Don’t forget, I am terrifyin’!”

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Happy George is happy.

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Two pups, strollin’ along.

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“Yeah, chicken. We see you.”

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Patrolling around the pond.

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“Who, me?”

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Taking a break for a drink of water.

(By the way, since that picture was taken, we’ve gotten a bunch of rain and (drumroll please!) the bottom of the pond is now covered! Not covered by much (the “deep end” is about two feet deep), but it’s a start as we go into the rainy part of the year.)

Here are two George and Gracie stories for you:

1. Remember how y’all wondered if we were going to end up with a flock of geese – Canada or otherwise – on that pond? Well, Fred was out in the back forty over the weekend, and a heron was trying to land on the pond, and George and Gracie were NOT having it. Every time it flew down trying to land, George and Gracie chased it off. They’re livestock guardian dogs, after all, and whether it’s a hawk or a heron or even a songbird, they know it’s not part of the flock and off it must go.

2. George and Gracie got huge rawhide bones as their presents on Christmas day. Later, when Fred went out to feed the chickens and ducks, he wandered out to see how full the pond was, which was when he saw that one of the dogs – he suspects George – had tossed his rawhide bone in the deep end of the pond. “Should we fish it out for them?” Fred said to me. “Um, NO,” I said. “If they want it bad enough, they can go get it.” I was envisioning setting up a truly annoying game where we give the dogs something, they toss it in the pond, we fish it out for them, they toss it back in, and so on unto infinity. The next day, the bone was no longer in the pond, and George and Gracie were fighting over a huge piece of unrolled rawhide. What I think happened is that Gracie went into the pond, fished it out, George was all “Oh, thank you!” and Gracie was like “Finders keepers, back off, FOOL!”

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On a gray, cold, rainy winter day…

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…nothing keeps you warm like an Elwood blanket.

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Charlie and his fangs.

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They love to pile up on this thing and sleep. Maybe because it’s next to the heater.

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“We was sleepin’, Lady.”

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I love their adorable little profiles.

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“I can haz a snuggle?”

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Alice Mo, the calico, sure does love to watch those birdies.

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2010: No entry.
2009: Santa make kitty scared.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry



12-28-11 — 16 Comments

  1. Your animals have the best lives, Robyn! I especially love the shots of Alice since it wasn’t that long ago that she was a scared kitten. Look at her now – she’s as happy as can be!


    • It’s kind of amazing, given her scaredy-cat beginning with us, but she’s turned into a real lovebug. Of course, she prefers Fred, but she’ll take love from me in a pinch!

  2. Oh, an Elwood blanket sounds heavenly. My husband took the kids away this week for a ski trip, leaving me all alone with the dog and two cats. The cats are absolutely convinced that I remained home to serve as their personal nap mat. I’m not discouraging them either… it’s cold up here in Michigan!

    • There’s plenty of Elwood to go around, too. He’d happily help keep you warm – just don’t touch the belly. 🙂