Where Do I Sit, or Just How Many Dogs Can Fit into the Kubota

I returned from my usual Turkey Creek hike last evening with Eleanor and Beatrice to find this photo from Megan. While Doc Randall and mum, better known as my parents, are traversing Tanzania and sending me elephant photos at every opportunity, their third-child-in-everything-but-genetics child Megan stays at the house. She feeds the dogs, feeds the horses, makes…

Snowbound Badger, or Why It Pays to Have a Cute Nose

It has been far too long since we’ve checked in with the cheeky Badger, so here he is in all his snowy glory! Nicky was a bit worried that he wasn’t showing off his impish side, but I think he’s just biding his time here with the snow, dreaming of the springtime daffodils that he’ll…

Holy Muttrimony, or What We Do for Fun in Small Towns

A note from Erin: This piece was written by my good friend and occasional partner in crime Hilda Thomas. It was originally published in the Dubois (pronounced dew-boyz) Frontier, and I ran across it again in some old files. I couldn’t help but share the laugh… On August 28, 2010, in the dwindling dog days of…

Cheeky Badger and the Toothy Grin

When we last checked in with Badger, he was rather pitiful, even sporting the cone of shame. No more! Badger has made a full recovery, even if his hoped-for sex life has not.   I know, I know–looking at this photo you might not be certain if this is so much cheeky grin or “thatsa…

Pitiful Badger and the Cone of Shame

Pity the poor Badger. Not only did Dr. Noland neuter him on Tuesday (see this Oatmeal post as we ponder what Badger will now make sparkle), but then he was forced to don the cone of shame. I’m hoping that one day he’ll forgive us all for these many indignities, but I’m betting that it…

Sharing, or Things Our Dogs Do Not Do Well

Our house is littered with dog toys. Balls. Squeaky bones. Squeaky cows. Decapitated reindeer. Dolls suffering intestinal distress because they’ve had their stuffing ripped out. Dragons that no longer honk and are missing wings. Stuffed bears missing eyes and nose. Toys abandoned, toys lost. We’re like the Isle of Misfit Dog Toys, and it somehow…

Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love to Town

Oh Ruby, you do so love being the center of attention, so much that you’re perfectly comfortable moving to the middle of the circle, sacking out, and letting Sam McDowell use you as a footrest. Quite literally, you’ll let love walk all over you. Sam McDowell is a professional. Professional cowboy. Professional builder of log…