That New Mom Smell
March 1, 2012 § 2 Comments
Editor’s note: (Which is me…so this is awkward). For the sake of tense and what not–portions of this post was first written prior to Gatsby’s passing.
Yeah, we’re weirdos.
Carrie and I are those people that in private refer to each other as “Mom and Dad” in regards to our dogs. Not really strange to dog people: but probably pretty weird to those that aren’t as dog-crazy as we are.
Now, when it comes to Gatsby: she’s mine. She is my pal, and my right hand girl. (Which, in and of itself is strange since I’m left-handed. So, she’s my left hand girl. You know what? Forget it. Right hand is fine). It’s not that she doesn’t love Carrie just as much–it’s just that she’s with me. On my side. I protect her from Canis Diablos–and vice versa. In her father’s eyes: Gatsby can do no wrong, is never a pain in the ass, and is always perfect. (This is because it is true. Gatsby has done one bad thing in her life, and it was my Mom’s fault. So there).
Scout…ah…Scout. Here of course is a very different tale.
Scoutie…sigh…just Scoutie.
November 10, 2011 § 2 Comments
Which one do you suppose is Scout?
As you can probably tell–I’ve had this site since July. For whatever reason I had decided that a nice outlet during haying season would be to write about ranching, cattle, dogs, horses and whatever else tickled my fancy. So silly. I had the best intentions, I really did…but when one is out of practice and not writing–is it of course extremely difficult to just pick it up and go.
Especially during haying.
Probably more than anything: Scout. Or: Scoutie, The ScoutBall, Scout McBall, Demonspawn, You little #^!$#&!!! and other assorted nicknames.
At lot of normal people have children. People who don’t care about their sanity, their homes and property have Blue Heelers.
Normal people post things on Facebook about their gorgeous children, the successes, cute things they do, darling Halloween costumes, and take pictures of the pictures they’ll have on their refrigerators.
We post about: Scout. Near-death experiences, vet bills, dog puke, and more dog puke.
I’ve been told a few times that I ought to write a book about Scout and our adventures. That friends and family enjoy the “Scout-Posts” for a daily dose of “Thank God We’re Not Those Guys”. Well…this will have to do for now.
Read on for the adventures of Scout: EPISODE I
