Always waiting...

Oh, Babe. The poor dog's day is spent waiting for Mom to get home. Staring out the window...waiting.

Stuck?

So, it rained last week. I suppose the uncle thought the ground looked dry enough to drive the tractor across. And the ground was dry. On top. But once you put a 10,000 pound tractor set up on saturated ground, it kind of sinks until it finds the mud.

Oh yes, it sinks. Up. To. The. Axle.

The AXLE.

Two foot hole? Anyone?

Post dig out. They had to go get the 8 ton tractor to get the 5 ton one out.

Babe was bored watching the whole thing.

Oh my farm life.

Honk if you like Canadian Geese!

A couple hundred Canadian Geese flew over my house today! Three separate flocks over the course of the day. I'm glad they keep the same flight path every year because I love hearing the mix of honking they make. I think it's neat because I'll be outside, minding my own business, when all of a sudden I hear them faintly, then a little more clear, and then it's game on for, "Find the Flock of Geese!". For real. I have to look up into the bright sky, which hurts my eyes, and try and find the little buggers. You'd think they'd be easy to spot, but not so, my friends, not so, because all they look like is tiny black specks. And once you've got a fix on them, should you lose sight, it's hard to find them again. Unless, of course, like today, there's a one-hundred and seventy count flock (yes, I counted them in this picture) flying in a triple V. It's kind of hard to miss a giant flock of birds floating through the sky. Jealous?
To get the entire "v" in the shot I couldn't zoom in that much, but if you look hard enough you can see the triple "v" I'm talkin' 'bout. 170 of them! And the crazy part is they can fly in the thousands. Now THAT would be something awesome to see.

Only 62 in this bunch.

And in between geese sightings the dogs and the Mom and I hung out today.

Sophie's ear taking flight.

Sophie being bored while we were doing yard work.

Babe's ears taking flight during a JD Gator ride. Ahhhhh BAT dog!!!

Babe doing her best Scrat impression. You know, the little critter out of Ice Age? I think she looks like him sometimes. The scar on her face is where a snake bit her a few years ago.

Though it doesn't look like it, we're moving, and Babe is helping mom drive.

Yay for fun on the farm!

Two things.

Sunset from a couple of days ago...

Nap time! Look at that face!!!
Not dad's, Babe's! Much cuter.

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No, really. If you could insert a caption, what would it say?

She got very angry when I tried to take it away from her. Apparently she had not licked every last drop.

Another turtle

I was doing dishes yesterday, when I looked out the kitchen window and saw this massive turtle crawling across the front yard. Mom and I went out to inspect and we both came to the conclusion that this was the ugliest turtle we had ever seen. Not that it mattered, because his size and the "I'll bite your hand off if you get near me" look on his face instantly made him cool. I went and got my camera to take some pictures and he put his head as low to the ground as he could, as if to say, "The lower I get, the less you can see me." He never full on retracted into his shell though, which suggests to me that either: (a)he's a bad ass and isn't afraid of anything, or (b)he's too old to give a !@#$, i.e. "Great. More people staring at me. Again."

While taking pictures I discovered something very odd about this turtle that made him look a little bit diabolical. His eyelids were white! First of all, I never thought of turtles blinking before. Second, shouldn't the lids match his face? I don't know the scientific reasoning behind this but it is an oddity indeed. Quite frankly, it made him look possessed.

Grumpy old turtle.

Half blink. Weird, I know. I guess he was keeping an eye on me. Ha. Haha.

Possessed turtle.

I took this from inside the house, hence his bravery at sticking his head way out, which by the way, his head was effing huge! It reminding me of Jabba the Hut.

When I first saw him, he was full on moving across the front yard. After he came in contact with people and we went back inside, he proceeded to sit there and wait. And wait. And wait some more. I guess he was making sure we weren't coming back to bother him? So then he'd move two feet, and wait again. He ended up crawling into our front garden where he spent the rest of the day. We went back outside with Babe later in the afternoon and she'd want to get close to sniff it but we had to keep shouting, "No!" because the curmudgeonly turtle was totally giving her this, "Closer...come a little closer, that's it, look into my eyes, just a little bit closer..." look. I think he wanted to inhale her whole or something. He probably could have done it, too.

I couldn't find him this morning. Hopefully he went on his slow merry way. Although, I have this sense of foreboding that he's probably still in the garden waiting silently to strike.

The Turtle and the Hound

Babe and I found a turtle in the yard. He/She didn't want to come out to play.

chasing rats

Babe was chasing rats again. In our dirty storage room. I thought I'd share how this goes down:

Babe enters the store room. Babe catches scent of a rat. Babe pin points rat's location. Babe shrieks (barks) for rat to come out. Woofer and Sophie stare at Babe wondering what's going on. Babe continues her sad excuse for a bark. The rat sits in it's hiding spot refusing to come out. Babe shrieks some more. Babe hyperventilates.

Sometimes the rat wins. Sometimes she does.

Today the rat eluded her, but only because I dragged her away from it so she wouldn't have a doggy heart attack.

Nacho chips, dearest?

So, here is yet another post about my beloved. Babe, my dachshund, that is. My dad let her attack the nacho cheese chip bag the other night when only crumbs were left. Anyway, I think the best part is where her head is in the bag, yet you can hear her crunching away on chips. Yum!

Babe! Ew!

So, I have two animal posts in a row. The aforementioned "angry dachshund" (aka, Babe) turned into super-pleased-with-herself-dachshund the other night. She caught a rat. A big one. Maybe not New York City sized, but pretty darn big. She was so happy she caught it that she refused to let go of it. For ten minutes. My dad and I kept telling her to let it go, he tried tugging on it, he even tried cutting off her air supply in an attempt to make her let go but that didn't work. He ended up having to use force by prying her jaws apart and the sad little rat fell to the ground. And Babe had a hairball. Gross.

Here's a link to a video on YouTube if you wish to view the little incident.

Oh my...

This is what happens when you leave an angry dachshund tied up in the garage with a forgotten box of recently purchased milk-bones. I think she did all the work herself and then let other two big dogs treat themselves to a buffet...after she stuffed her gut. Silly dog.