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The Nose Knows

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There are certain areas on our walk where Sampson and Delilah stick their noses high up in the air, look over into the woods and sniff, sniff, sniff away.  I’ve often wondered what exactly they are smelling.

Saturday, (the 9th day of spring) we had a prediction of 1 to 3 inches of snow.  What the stinking weather person forgot to mention, was the 1 to 3 inches would take almost a full 24 hours to fall.  But we can save that gripe for another post. 

The snow started early Saturday morning and finished up some time yesterday morning.  When Sampson, Delilah and I went out for our morning walk, there was a fresh layer of snow on the ground.  

I like making the first imprints in the snow.  I imagine it is similar to how the pioneers felt as they made their way and settled this country.

The other thing I love about fresh snow is noticing all the animal tracks and trying to figure out what made them. The fresh snow we received this weekend showed me exactly what Sampson and Delilah are smelling.

Chocolate Lab in Snow

These are strange footprints, but they sure smell good.

Delilah was determined to track the culprit down. So she climbed into the snow bank thinking she might get lucky.

Chocolate Lab in Snow

If I just dig a bit deeper, I’m sure I’ll uncover something.

The first time I noticed these footprints, I thought I’d discovered a door to Narnia and Mr. Tumnus had come through. 

Golden Lab in Snow

Even Sampson wanted in on the sniffing action, but not enough to climb into a snow bank.

But then I realized they were deer tracks.  And as I followed the tracks, I realized they were cutting through a yard, exactly at the point that usually peaks Sampson’s and Delilah’s interest.

See, the nose knows.

Do you have trackers like Sampson and Delilah?  Do you know what peaks your dogs interest on their walk?

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

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Happy St. Patrick’s day everyone!

Here in the Stone house, St. P day (as I like to call it) is a highly celebrated holiday.  Yes, we are Irish, as my great grandparents immigrated from Portadown Ireland in the early 1900’s.

Green is really not my color, so while I don’t wear the color, I have a couple of accessories I like to use.

Golden Lab in Irish Hat

Is there a treat in this for me?

One is this hat, isn’t it adorable?  I’ve had it for as long as I can remember.

Golden lab with Leprechaun

Dear Dog there HAS to be a treat in this for me.

The other are these furry leprechaun ears, except I can’t wear them for too long because they make my ears hot and itchy.

Of course no St. Patrick’s day would be complete without our traditional Irish meal.  Last night I attempted a gluten-free soda bread and naturally the corned beef and cabbage will be bubbling away.

For me the best part is the left-over corned beef, because that means sometime this week, Hubby will be making his corned beef hash and we will have it for either breakfast or dinner.

That is as long as Delilah doesn’t get it.

About seven years ago Delilah got the left over corned beef.

The dogs had been at daycare all day and I had picked them up on my way home.  Hubby has gotten home earlier and ground up the corned beef.  He had it on a plate sitting on the counter.

The dogs and I came in the door and Hubby and I were standing at the dining room table and Hubby was telling me something when all of a sudden I said, “What’s that noise?”

“Shit, the corned-beef!” Hubby said.

We both rushed into the kitchen and sure enough, there was Delilah paws on the counter polishing off our dinner.

I quickly grabbed Delilah and put her in her crate before Hubby considered eating Delilah for dinner.

Rest assured, we take great care in safe-guarding our food these days.  Especially the corned beef.

Chocolate lab wears Irish hat

Happy St. Patrick’s Day from all of us at Heart Like a Dog.

 

The Face in the Fire – Barks and Bytes

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I try and keep this blog light and funny, but sometimes there are times when I turn to the serious.  I’ll get the serious over first and then hopefully share something that will at least make you smile.  

The face in the fire.

A woman I went to school with owns a farm not too far from me.  She raises Lincoln sheep. Monday morning the family was awoken at 4:30 am by an explosion.  Their barn was on fire.  Thankfully the sheep were in the lower level of the barn and the dad was able to open the gate.

The problem was it’s lambing time and the sheep wouldn’t leave the barn without their babies. A quick thinking Firefighter noticed the neighbor’s roof was clear of snow and borrowed the rake to pull the babies from the barn.  

KEB Farm Babies

A Mama with the babies.

The barn was destroyed, but all the sheep and their babies escaped.  They did however lose two chickens who were dearly loved.

There were lots of pictures posted on her Facebook page, but by far this one was the most fascinating to me.

 

The Face in the Fire

Can you see the face?

Kathy says it was her mom looking out for her babies.

I hate daylight savings.

At our house, we walk twice a day.

First thing in the morning, (typically around 6:00 am) and then sometime in the afternoon, depending on what I’ve got going on at work and when I take my lunch.

For the last three to four months, we’ve slowly gone from walking in pitch dark to walking in early morning light.

And then just like that, the time changes and we are back to walking in the dark again.

I hate daylight savings.

It’s just a big pile of shit.

We’ve had a break in the weather!  For the last few days it has been in the mid to upper 40’s, which means some of the snow is melting!  Of course the rivers of water, and the various floatables caught up in it, is very tempting for a certain Chocolate Lab.

Curious Dog

Something just moved under the car!

One of the best things to come from this (besides the warmth and melting snow) is during our afternoon walks I can remove the ice cleats from my boots!  It’s still been getting cold at night, so I won’t take the chance in the mornings (black ice = broken bones) but in the afternoons, I am definitely removing those cleats.  It’s so nice to walk and not sound like I’m tapping my way around the neighborhood.

Speaking of neighborhoods. Remember the neighbor that keeps their dogs on their deck and shovels their poop off?   

He shoveled on Tuesday.

A pile of shit

I’m glad I don’t live next door to this pecker.

It’s so disgusting.  WTF is wrong with people?

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