HoneyBelle Bakes a Pumpkin Pie

I am a good helper. I brought mama some gloves I found.


Then I licked the pumpkin bowl clean.


Then I cleaned it again.

Mama put the pie in the oven. Would not let me help do this...says I am nothing more than a two year old. Whatever that means.


I was tired after all this cooking. Whew.


Have a safe holiday season and send prayers to our troops and their families that cannot be together this season.

Christmas Claws

She waits for me to turn my back or leave the room and she turns into HellishBelle. So I stood at the stove like I was cooking and heard her bear claws hit the table and I snapped a shot of her snatching the pile of garland. Naughty girl! I have some good photos of the parade she walked in Saturday. She was wearing the garland. Will post those next, lunch break has ended.

Working the Gravy and Bisquits Off

Here we are early Saturday morning watching the 5K run go by with a collective "aaaawwwww-look how cute they are!" I saw how well Tina's tandem lead worked with HoneyDew and Sampson. Or it looked like it did! I made a red one and bought a flasher for it. The girls go CRAZY when we take off. HoneyBelle's coat is gorgeous, it shimmers gold and she jiggles! Now that it isn't 100 degrees outside we are able to walk in the morning and evening. And my thighs aren't trying to catch fire anymore. Sorry...ha!

Sausage Gravy and Bisquits

Baby LOVES for me to cook. I am making her keep a safe distance from the stove so I don't fall and pull something hot on top of all of us. So here is her supine position she keeps after I push her away. Sunday morning breakfasts usually include the side of sausage gravy and homemade bisquits. My family covets this southern-made-from-scratch specialty. HoneyBelle loves to clean the skillet. Sorry if I gross some out-I really do sanitize the dishes after all this. And I need to get a snood made for HoneyBelle. Her poor ears are nasty after her gravy fest. That is okay, I swab/squeegee her ears clean and she is ready for a quick nap in her chair.

Veterans Day

I want to thank all of our veterans, soldiers, and their families for serving our country. It is a sacrifice that many do not or cannot understand. Sadly, or country is still not giving our veterans the level of care they deserve. It took almost 2 years and the congressman's office to finally get my son his disability payments so he could support himself. After serving 3 long tours and 4 years as a Marine, he was discharged with 0% disability. Truth was—he had 7 serious concussions, severe migraines, broken teeth, damage to both of his knees, intestinal damage, the list goes on. I took off work and took his medical package to the Regional Director of the Veterans Administration. He read the medical records and agreed the 0% rating was grossly incorrect. He filed the protest and the dance with the government began. And this is so minor in what many other veterans and families are going through. We are so lucky and blessed. He made it back home alive, along with his sister and brother-in-law.

The best medicine for PTSD. Squishy hugs from HoneyBelle.

Angel

I love this photo. She is gorgeous. And naughty. I walked in and found her posed, grabbed the camera and took these. Then I thought, "hmmmm." What has moved in here? My eyeglasses. Her new coveted item. I found the frames under her belly and one lense behind the chair. You can see the carpet has been removed. I knew a basset puppy would be the final straw for it, wood laminate is coming in.

Howlloween Party

HoneyBelle and Ruby participated in the 1 mile walk for Paws. Proceeds went to the Montgomery County rescue shelters. Due to the rains right before the event, I opted out of costumes for the girls. Good thing because HoneyBelle had mud rivulets running off her legs and belly. Ruby is actually getting better about moisture touching her. Hard thing to avoid with a basset buddy. Ruby will have an area of hair that has dried standing up, and I will try to smooth it back into place. Almost impossible because it was made with basset mouse. I wonder if the French really used the hounds for saliva coiffures.

Anyway. HoneyBelle did really well for this being her first big event out in public (our record heat this year kept us indoors). She had oodles of precious little girls giving her hugs and squishy pets. And big girls had to fondle her gorgeous coat and compliment her on her mahogany coloring. And conformation. And feet. She went flat basset only a few times. I had to cup her face in my hands and tell her we were on the way home and she had to be a big girl and walk out of there. She obliged me.

The activity was led by a man and a proudly trained Lab named Prophet. The man kept chunking Prophet's retrieve bumpers by HoneyBelle, then ordering Prophet to retrieve only on command. I am proud to say HoneyBelle could give-a-shit-less about touching Prophet's toy. The border collies were going nuts. I love this photo here. The blur in the far left corner is Prophet's butt as he bolts to grab his toy. The basset in the background is studying a scent trail (of dribbled candy probably). It was a good time.


HoneyBelle helping a fellow dog get her antennae back on.


A sweet butterfly resting.

Long Red Eyelashes

HoneyBelle is almost cartoon like with her thick red eyelashes. She has the ability to enlarge her eyes and go "blink-blink" with lashes that will melt your heart. Even when she standing on the kitchen table with a roll of Bounty towels in her mouth. Blink-Blink. Love you my big doll.

HoneyBelle is back in the House-er Blog!

Awwww, she is being so sweet with Shrek. Wait until I get you caught up with what she has been doing. Isn't she a big girl? From the age of 5 to 6 months she lost her puppy look. Her hound odor kicked in a few weeks ago. I thought I may have had a non-odiferous hound. Silly me. She be stanky!

Honeybelle: I show you stanky! I am eyeballing that 3rd pair of prescription eyeglasses, momma. bbwwhhaaahhhaahaaa!