Saturday morning began with Bud, newly empowered, nosing his way into the bathroom and sticking his head in the shower – this is a first – to encourage me to give the dogs their morning treats.
His much more polite compadres hung back – nervous I thought, and waiting for me to shout or grumble. Zinnia and Fate are very sensitive to my moods. Bud doesn’t really care what I am thinking.
He’s laser-focused on the treats.
This morning was another lovely fall morning.
We lit the first Fall wood stove fire to the delight of Bud, who is never happier than when he is sitting before a fire dozing and warming up.
If Zinnia is not a summer dog, Bud is not a winter dog.
The Imperious hens took temporary command of the fiber chair.
Our flowers survived the frost; a woman and her two children came by, their car had a flat tire, and it was partially blocking our driveway.
While she waited for help, we took her two daughters out into the pasture to meet Lulu and Fanny and give them some alfalfa treats.
Danielle and her friend had a blast. The car will spend the weekend until the owner can find and buy a spare.
Then Hen’s ringleader got up early and seized control of the fiber chair. Maria made some of her excellent borscht (beet soup as we call it in America), and her friend Jackie is coming for lunch.
(A woman with two children had a flat tire. On weekends, if you don’t have AAA, which most people don’t, you usually have to wait until Monday to fix it. Her friend couldn’t get the lugnut off one of the tires, it’s here until Monday. We invited the kids to meet the donkeys, and they had a blast. We value the meaning of neighbors up here, we help each other. She’s home now with her daughter and friend, they fell in love with Lulu and Fanny.)
Some flowers have a lot of character. I think this one does.
Once upon a time, this was my reading chair. This week, Maria discovered the chair was a great blogging chair. The dogs agreed. So it’s her chair now, she can stretch her legs, and it’s suitable for her bad.
You might wonder if she asked me if she could have my chair. No, not exactly; I just found her sitting there every night after dinner. She refers to it as her chair now. That’s how things go around her.
And she has plenty of dogs to keep her company.
Possession is 9/10ths of the law. But, as a lawyer, I have to note that is not literally true. It’s a rule of force, but it is not a law. But ownership of, for example, a comfortable chair from which to blog, is a lot easier to maintain if a person, for example, a wife, has actual physical possession of it, and very difficult to enforce if a person, say a husband, does not have physical possession of it. Just sayin’.
I know it, Jill, that’s why I wrote it…I’m happy to turn it over…:)
You are true good samaritans. +++
Who could turn down ,No one , could turn down that adorable little face of Bud. Then there is bud and Maria together by the fire, adorable! So who is mimicking who, seems Maria has your chair. Have they become business partners!?who wouldn’t love them , and they you❣️ I enjoy all the pics with their stories
Isn’t it funny how we get habituated to a certain piece of furniture, or ‘place in a space’? But I hear change is good…..or so I was told when one of mine was usurped.
Bud looks with such adoration at Maria.?
Too funny. I live alone, so no one takes over anything, except my dogs. Amos thinks my bed is his. Lol. But it’s ok, all my Shelties are rescues and deserve all the creature comforts they can find. Some of them were surrendered by wonderful breeders, never suffered any abuse, or neglect, but over the years some I’ve had endured things no creature should have to. So I share my comfy blankets with them all.