Last post I told you about our stuffie washer konking out. Then it got ran over by a tractor. It's sitting out by the big barn, ready to be hauled away. Now today out stuffie dryer made a screeching sound and died a sudden death. It joined the washer and now both have to go to the dump (a place I still have not visited but have moved that to the top of my bucket list). It has definitely not been a good week to be a major appliance at our house.
Since I'm getting a bit ragged around the edges, I have a grooming appointment scheduled for tomorrow morning. I believe Cap and Glynn are going with me, too. Sounds like an all-day job to me, grooming three fuzzy pups at the same time. I don't mind the hair cuts, the baths aren't too bad, but I just hate the fufu juice they spritz on me before I go home. I prefer to smell au natural dogge. ~Tell
My Boy and I were taking a walk around the farm, and look what we ran across. I thought it was a little familiar, then I took a sniff around and realized what it was. Our stuffie-washer!
It had been making a funny noise when washing, then it stopped working. I'm sure the stuffies were glad to hear this. But the next thing I knew we had a new one in the house and our old stuffie-washer was gone. Well, here it is.
My Boy said that Dad tried to make it more compact so it would haul off easier to the trash dump (which is someplace I've yet to discover but sounds intriguing. Memo to myself -- I must look into this). So this is what happens when you don't move out of the way of the tractor fast enough. Point well made.
We are still seeing lots of white ice on the ground, though thankfully our temperatures are getting a warmer and it should start melting soon. It's fun to skid around on for a little while, but personally I'm starting to get a bit tired of it. I need some grass to roll in. Even some mud will do. In making the rounds on the farm, we came across two of our sows, Daisy Duke the Hampshire, and Mia the Duroc. They were bedded down on the hay in a nice, warm sunny spot in the barn. As you can see, Mia does not want to be disturbed before her first cup of coffee in the morning, much like certain members of My Family. hee hee
I'm thinking Australia looks pretty good this time of year. I hear it's warm weather down under right now.
I'm a wire fox terrier, and I live on a farm in the country with my two best friends, Cap and Glynn. Cap is the old grumpy dog. Glynn is the shy girl. I'm the good lookin' one. It's a busy life, living on a farm like this. We have to keep the chickens safe from the fox, the raccoons out of the barn, and the squirrels up their tree. It's a full time job, even with three of us patrolling the grounds. When I get time (and Mom's not looking), I get on the computer and write to my friends. I have doggy friends from Canada to Australia and everywhere in between. Even one in Ireland and a couple in the UK. So join the fun, read my blog and sign the guest book. The more the merrier, especially with terriers (hey, I'm a poet and didn't know it)!
It had been making a funny noise when washing, then it stopped working. I'm sure the stuffies were glad to hear this. But the next thing I knew we had a new one in the house and our old stuffie-washer was gone. Well, here it is.
My Boy said that Dad tried to make it more compact so it would haul off easier to the trash dump (which is someplace I've yet to discover but sounds intriguing. Memo to myself -- I must look into this). So this is what happens when you don't move out of the way of the tractor fast enough. Point well made.
In making the rounds on the farm, we came across two of our sows, Daisy Duke the Hampshire, and Mia the Duroc. They were bedded down on the hay in a nice, warm sunny spot in the barn. As you can see, Mia does not want to be disturbed before her first cup of coffee in the morning, much like certain members of My Family. hee hee
I'm thinking Australia looks pretty good this time of year. I hear it's warm weather down under right now.
