Innocent?

Or brat?

Back Story:

The other night, I was busy at the back of the house. Stumpy, went up and down the hall, presumably to check on my welfare, about five or six times. Later, I discovered she was not in the least bit concerned about my welfare.

Raise your paw if you're a brat

'Nuff said!

A novel idea

It was so easy, in Apple Town, to keep Stumpy clean...we'd just head to the lake or Baxter's house and Stumpy would come out of the water squeaky clean...


In Dirtville, the dust is always blowing and she gets gritty pretty fast (lying in the dirt doesn't help.)


I'm thinking of building one of these...



I love Red Green!!!

Sunday's Snooze

With temperatures in the 70's

and no wind

Sunday's snooze included sunbathing, or as our friend Gus says, "blue-ing."

Look familiar?

We arrived in dirtville yesterday afternoon. Stumpy assumed coyote watch, immediately.


The pump on our well seems to have failed, so we have no running water.
And apparently we had a lightning strike that killed the computer's router/modem, so no internet until just awhile ago. Grrrrrr!


Last year, when we returned in the heat of the summer, and the air conditioner was dead. Is someone trying to tell me something??

Stumpy must be recovering from the long journey.

She couldn't be bothered to get out of the chair to dance with the flies.

A special request

Please send some healing vibes, prayers, good mojo and/or whatever else you've got to my buddies over at Dream Valley Ranch. Smrpie has been doctoring Chloe, a wild and charmed mustang for the better part of three weeks. Chloe is rallying but is not out of the danger zone.


Then, in the early hours of the morning, 13 year old Count Basie aka the Woodle woke up vomiting, and then collapsed.

I know your good thoughts, prayers, etc. will be appreciated!

Smrpie (I pronounce that "Smurp pie" in my head) is one of the founders of the Huppie Syndicate. The Huppie Syndicate was kind enough to list Alf on their petfinder list and offered to help with his vet bill, too! Although, their main focus is horses, Smrpie has taken in a lot of dogs, considered to be unadoptable and given them a life that I could only dream of!

If you want to know someone that works miracles and moves mountains for the animals, read the DVR blog from the beginning. Mrs. and Mr. Smrpie go above and beyond!

My little trials and tribulations and my angst with regard to returning to dirtville seem so inconsequential...

The wind blowing across the desert were more brutal than usual. The truck was constantly being buffeted by high winds and watching 18-wheelers ziggin' and zaggin' on the highway took it's toll on me. No pictures were taken on the road, today. both hands were on the wheel at all times!

As much as I can't stand the thought of returning to Dirtville, I can't wait to be off the road.

Stumpy supervised while I threw our stuff in the truck, this morning.


I guess she thought I could handle the job on my own because I caught her napping on the job (yet again)


I'm recovering, Stumpy's in my face (literally) bugging me for a walk and her dinner...


2390 miles down, 437ish miles to go

PS
Stumpy got her walk BEFORE I finished this post! We know who wears the pants in this family!

Stumpy is on the look out for Amarillo


"You told me it's just over the next rise!"


I was looking forward to poking around old Route 66, in Amarillo. No one told me it was all one-way streets. One-way streets in strange cities freak me out. So we're holed up in our motel room.

We've been for our walk and after games of tug and fetch Stumpy amused herself for a few minutes


She gets bored quickly, though.

Soon the tug will be back in my lap.

2038 miles down, 797ish miles to go.