I’ve been thinking a long time about what I would like to tell you next. My life here is good. I’m important, I’m in charge of farm protection, killing mice and snakes and making sure the deer, fox and coyotes don’t make it into the farm yard.
Now that I’m old one of life’s greatest pleasures is barking at the birds that hang out in the yard on trees, and in the bushes. The birds really don’t take me seriously; we play this really cool game. They swoop down, land in the tree, and I run barking at them: “Bark! Bark! Bark!”- “I see you birds, fly away now, fly away!” So they fly up and around, sometimes they dive on my head…that’s a little much.
(I snap at them if they do that-they need to play by the rules. Fume)
Great fun! Perfect for Elder exercise!
Anyway, I was thinking about what to tell you as I lay sleeping this morning.
I started having a really good dream, the kind where your eye lids twitch and your paws making little running motions, when I started whimpering Mom woke me up.
I don’t think she really meant to wake me up, she was headed out to do the early morning chores and asked me to come with her. It’s sort of hard to wake up fast like that, but I did and hit the kitchen door just as she got down the sidewalk.
But back to my dream, I was dreaming of ♥Security♥.
((That beautiful sexy blonde is Security ♥)) I’ll tell you about Riley some other time. He doesn’t live here.
♥ Security Shasha is a tall long legged blonde.
She is the most daring and delightful female, willing to run off chasing squirrels, rabbits, and even skunks. Danger is her middle name. She never stayed in the yard, drove everyone crazy, but me. Heck, I would go with her. She was just that kind of girl. There was always something to do, somewhere to go, someplace to see. I do have to admit, it almost got me locked up. I think I was going to be put in a pen if I didn’t stop running off with ♥ my girl ♥♥♥.
Then suddenly Security Shasha was gone. Poof! The lady was home from her vacation and the light of my life went back to her city yard.
Before I go much further, I need to explain that for some odd reason, I have to put up with constant visitors on the farm. Misty always seems to be pet-sitting for some friend or other, Shannon pet-sits and then on top of all of that they come to visit Mom and Dad bringing, not only their own dogs, but the dogs they are pet sitting for. And even sometimes Mom and Dad pet sit. HUMPH! Sure is irritating.
(Shannon’s dogs and visiting dogs)
If I had my way it would just be me and Checkers.
I asked Checkers if she liked sharing everyone with all other dogs, but she informed me that as long as the other dogs didn’t eat Her Food, it was okay by her.
She just doesn’t understand, sometimes other dogs, especially male dogs (Zooker doesn’t count I rather like him, who couldn’t he just seems to like everyone so I couldn’t stay mad at him long) might decided to take over management of the farm.
This is one job I’m not losing—ever!
Security belongs to another lady, but Security Shasha was staying here when I got dumped off. We bonded instantly…I mean I’m a pretty cool looking Dude, Shannon calls me Napoleon so you know that I’m a real leader. And she is …ah ♥ she is every man’s dream.
She was my Josephine, the love of my life! ♥
Fuzzy ♣
Life on a Colorado Farm 
Awwwwww…poor fuzzy doodles needs a girlfriend….
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What a sweet sweet dog! I didn’t realize you had so many come visit, lol. They look intimidating!! But I love that you welcome dogs, always 🙂
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Dear Fuzzy, It sounds like you do a fine job of keeping those birds in line. Where I grew up we had a border collie who’s job it was to clear the swallows off the power lines. He about went bonkers when the crop duster airplane went over our house several times one day. I guess he thought it was a giant bird invading his airspace. Best wishes on your ventures with that beautiful blond.
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Wow! Fuzzy, you are quite the fellow! I can certainly understand why Security thought you were so special. I hope you get to see her again. Thanks for telling us about what is important to you.
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Linda
As usual a great story – you would be a wonderful story teller of “facts” of rural life and animals – chooks, cattle and now dogs!
Of course we will not refer to those damn coyotes and their love of making life difficult for “Honey Hen” and her friends.
Great stuff.
Regarding your “Thanksgiving Day” – well, my sister and her family since returning from Rochester, Minn, after 12 years at the Mayo Clinic and then only a couple of years ago, going back to the Mayo Clinic at Jacksonville, Florida for a year – all celebrate “Thanksgiving Day” and have friends around to eat the Turkey! It is a ritual with them and is enjoyed by all – I was there in Sydney for one of these “parties” – trouble with me is – I don’t like Turkey! My sister goes to great trouble with the US and Australian flags on the table – all the “hoopla” associated with the ocassion, and everyone has a great time.
So like all Presidents of recent times, I would, much to the American distaste, pardon all potential edible turkeys! Sorry!!!
The main thing for US citizens, it is a time for remembering who you are, what you have achieved, and to look to the future.
Best wishes
Colin
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Why does this remind me of the Everybody Loves Raymond segment where Peter describes how he likes to get down behind his sleeping cat and bark like a dog to watch her react. Cool dog. Lucky dog to be living where he does.
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i just came back from 1 hour plus snow hike with Manker (aka the B&B dog)… did my heart and soul good
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Fuzzy, you sure are one great dog. No wonder your Josephine thinks you’re tops.
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Oh Fuzzy, I just really enjoyed your story, thank you so much for sharing. You are every ladies dream, and I just love that first photo of you, it makes me want to reach out and hug you.
Love ya handsome!
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Hmmmm, I wonder why my last reply came up anonymous. Anyhow, that was me:) Sorry about that.
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Aw Fuzzy, you tell great stories :-).
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