Four A.M.

Is when Juno's deep, and heartfelt bay broke my REM sleep. I am quite sure I levitated straight up. WHAT IN GOD'S HOLY NAME?!! Because by then HoneyBelle and Ruby chimed in-the terrier screaming and both hounds bellering (we say beller in Texas). I am sure the neighbors are going to call the police. I run out with the mag light and this is what I find.

The mama opossum. If you read HoneyBelle's blog you would know she has already killed four of her babies. So I ran the dogs into the house to let the savage beast get away. And I rescind the music to my ears in the earlier post. It should have a disclaimer "only when I am awake."

Big Sister

We adopted a 1.5 year old Bloodhound last weekend. I am guessing she is the same age as HoneyBelle from the still growing teeth. I named her Juno which means "goddess" and "protector of women." Juno has had a rough start, a litter of pups before she herself is full grown, being tossed from a vehicle and abandoned, left to starve until a good woman takes her off the street and straight to the vet. She gets Juno well enough to find her a home. Which is ours. That is HoneyBelle's red, round butt to the left of the photo. She still has her devil costume on. This was Juno's first event so we did not overwhelm her too much by trussing her up in a costume. We took her to PetFest which is an event that supports our dog rescues. Juno received so many kisses, I hope she enjoyed herself. She is loved and has a home now. She and HoneyBelle have became fast friends. They both bay in unison when the train goes past, it is music to my ears.

The Screen Door Compromised

This was the last thing I saw shoot out the front screen door. Now any other time she is shuffling, fumbling or otherwise staggering INTO the house. Now all of a sudden she because fleet of foot and decides to fly. I had to fling my sausage gravy off the oven burner and run like hell after her. Luckily I was dressed. I caught up with her in the neighbors front yard one block away and throw myself across the top of her like a quarterback getting his ass smashed in an NFL game. I wish I had time to illustrate the rest of this show. At this point she goes flat and looses all function of being able to walk. At 70 pounds I can no longer pick her big ass up. I stand her up like a giant sausage and wrap my arms under her arm pits and try to get her to walk on her back legs. Before it was all done it was me picking up a tree branch that motivated her into walking again. Big naughty girl. That is how we started our day.

Maybe I should add I only used the tree branch like a shepherds hook to guide her back with, she was not beaten with it...

HoneyBelle: Oh Nooo! She really beats me!

Sally Sleeping Beauty Contest

We missed it. Yes, I was wasting my time working at my paying job that keeps our lights on and dog food flowing. So HoneyBelle voted for Fred the Bloodhound in Austin, TX. http://www.houndgirl.com/

I wanted to share her Dali muse pose. Martha and Bailey affectionately called her "rubenesque." Hope I spelled that right. We are rooting for you Fred! Go Go Go!

Cannibal Baby Heads

I have a sick sense of humor. And so does HoneyBelle with the naughty pranks she pulls on me. I thought it would be genius to put a bunch of cheap baby doll heads on some rebar stakes in the bamboo garden to have as a conversation piece. Well, the first conversation was my sister threatening to have me committed. Then HoneyBelle made her contribution. I thought "what is that white stuff wafting through the yard??" Lord if it wasn't polyester baby doll guts. EVERYWHERE. She pulled open the trash bag and scored big points. I even had to chase her down and pull stuffing out of her mouth. So I did what a good keeper does, get the rake and start raking. I hesitated posting this because we just went through August and grass does not survive Gulf Coast Texas heat. So yes my yard is dirt where it is not landscaped. Augh.

HoneyBelle: I thought it was pretty cool to make some snow in Texas...