Sunday, February 28, 2010
Crystal didn't draw the short straw for today's adventure, she demanded it.
It was a nearly picture perfect day for an adventure. The skies were a brilliant blue and the trees and daffodils were blooming everywhere.
Historic Brownsville, Oregon was a very quaint little town for walkabout.
People milled about enjoying the day and the conversation.
This steeple once an old church, is now a massage parlour.
The town had many beautiful homes, some victorian like this house on the hill.
A tire swing hangs from a tree, a reminder of yesterday's past time.
Of course, one of the resident kitties was none to happy to see Crystal stroll by.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
The day started out like any other day, rainy day that is. Lots of sleeping, splashing through the mud puddles and a little more sleeping.
And then the phone ring. I recognized the ring right away. "Yo Minnie," I heard, "time for you to go to work girlfriend."
And it was off to the vet clinic. A most beautiful pup needed my help, he was on his way into surgery.
Bravely I stood there as they quickly inserted the needle and drew out 450 gms of my healthy red blood.
Of course, I got quite the healthy treat afterward
and this fabulous pink wrap around my neck.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Cindernellibelli knows what sunshine means. It's time to party and she knows exactly what she is doing.
Now this girl is buff, check out that tookus.
And she prances.
She is just one happy little girl.
Her world is totally airborne.
And she's catching life with zeal.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Even though he is gangly and unsteady, Clancy still ran for the backyard with a smile on his face.
He sniffed around a bit in the grass before he was ready to play.
And then all was fare game in toyland. He could still kick up his heals.
He ran for awhile, not really sure which direction he wanted to go first.
He kept going though, just happy to have the grass tickling his toes.
Nothin' felt better than laying in the cool shade of the plum tree.
Monday, February 22, 2010
The sun has been extraordinarily bright this week-end and the doggies knew it. Mickey watched with anticipation waiting for his toy to be thrown.
So happy to have the long green grass tickling his toes, he ran this way and that way.
And jumped into the air until...
He started to slow down. He wasn't quite as interested in playing after awhile.
And then he was begging to go lay down on his nice soft cushion.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Saturday, February 13 we loaded Danny Bleu into the car and headed for another country road. Destination nowhere. We followed the roofs of barns, turning left at this corner and right at that corner.
We drove through a little town with an old school and an old general store. We thought we were just passing through until just about at the edge of town, we passed an old homestead that required a u-turn to go back for a second look.
I stepped just inside the "keep-out" signs to snap a quick picture when a truck drove by. I smiled and waved and he kept going. About 15 minutes later, he drove back by, stopped and rolled down the window. At this point, I had made a few more steps beyond the "keep-out" signs.
John was wonderful. The property had been homesteaded by his wife's great-grandparents. They were the Yoder's from Missouri. He thought the house had been built around 1879. Behind it stood the carriage house and a barn.
He graciously allowed us to walk around the property and take pictures.
The door had fallen into the entryway and had the house been in better shape, it would have welcomed us in.
The narrow stairway made it's way up to four of the five bedrooms.
The living room was just to the right of the front door adorned with windows and each side and a bay window in the front.
The kitchen was toward the back of the house.
John said that the maple tree was key in holding up the house up.
The red barn was behind the carriage house and still in use.
The model A garage was barely standing and scheduled to come down later this year. I loved this building.