George and Gracie!
(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!”
2010: No entry.
2009: Santa make kitty scared.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry