I had to go to the vet—what an adventure!
I don’t know why. Mom said it was important.
Now I have to wear this thing for two weeks!
Mom said no more puppies for me.
EVER!
Boo Berry Betty
We lost Fluffy Hen the other day. She passed on.
Skitter was a mess. Screamed and hollered and screamed.
So Shannon brought me up three hens from her flock
We don’t know the variety of the hens (maybe you do)
But the type doesn’t matter.
Having friends does.
All is right in the hen house now.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Can you and I and other people be happy in this world?
For me, the answer is yes.
Happiness is different for each and every person.
And That, my friends, is a very good thing!
I celebrate the difference that makes you, you, and the joys that bring you happiness.
For, after all, that is really all there is for each of us.
From my heart to your world,
Linda
First off—everything was very scary! Very! But gradually I am getting used to everything.
I’ve been here 9 days now.
I’ve met Black Beauty, TLC Cai-Cai, all my human sisters and my humans’ brothers-in-law, and Mom’s granddaughter Tallin. It’s been a lot!
I have also gone on several four-wheeler rides, the first time in Mom’s arms then I got my own four-wheeler seat.
Once I get off the four-wheeler I get to help Mom and Dad change the water
While they are doing that I sniff up and down the ditch bank.
(All the fast running water scares me so I stay away from it.)
On my last trip up to the new Alfalfa field I found something I didn’t know existed—
COYOTE POOP! Oh! The! Joy! I sniffed all over it then laid down and squiggled my body all over it. I was in Heaven.
It was at that point Mom yelled at me!
“BOO STOP IT!”
Shish. My dirty nose and face are just fine, Mom!
Back home I got WASHED!
Geez.
Anyway…I’m home. It’s nice. Mom says I’m becoming a FARM DOG!
Boo Berry Betty
Do you do this—-sometimes?
You can be within a beautiful
Golden morning
When it starts to seem like everything you need to do
Starts coming at you in short, intensive
Bursts of essential needs all compressed into
chaos requiring action on your part?
Then at that point, you try to gather–
Your thoughts into some form of comprehension, so everything can be completed All At Once, as each thing is required.
After a bout of one of those stressful moments–
I have to walk out on the land and just breathe!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda