tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73837524631355795062024-03-14T00:03:36.462-07:00From Oven To IceboxThe Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.comBlogger346125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-12680269121633665812013-01-17T13:57:00.001-07:002013-03-03T11:33:22.320-07:00RealizationAs I spent Tuesday evening after a long day's work, in the grocery store, standing in the feminine product aisle for what seemed like an eternity trying to decide just which pantiliner would best suit a small dog diaper, I realized that I need to redirect some focus. I am going to spend the winter catching up on life and working on some new dog training tactics, for if I don't, I fear that I The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-38432036672332730352013-01-15T19:50:00.000-07:002013-01-16T19:41:29.945-07:00Helloooooo LadiesView out the living room windows...the deer are eating bread that we threw out for the birds.
The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-46497918568520961972012-12-26T07:29:00.001-07:002012-12-26T07:29:07.657-07:00Real Sled Dogs Wear BootiesThe Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-55095962644956833452012-12-25T00:00:00.000-07:002012-12-25T00:00:05.567-07:00Merry Christmas, from our manger to yours...FIVE untrained dogs!
....FOUR reckless goats
.....THREE barn cats
......TWO tired humans
.......and a llama that despises the horse!
The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-60199798267254733102012-12-24T19:28:00.002-07:002012-12-24T19:28:50.031-07:00Thank You to the Santa's Helpers
I'm not going to go into much detail as to why the shout out to all of our friends and coworkers-"Santas"-who helped us deliver presents on behalf of the large, round, jolly one, but wanted to let them know our mission was accomplished.
A few weeks back an "elf" delivered an envelope to me that had been addressed to Santa Clause, The North Pole. The letter had a very polite letterThe Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-1554084229395628262012-12-24T07:00:00.000-07:002012-12-24T07:00:02.219-07:00Visions of Sugar Plums Danced in their HeadsThe Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-90117987838987949552012-12-23T07:46:00.001-07:002012-12-23T07:46:31.519-07:00Decorating CommitteeThe Decoration Committee sat back to admire their work before the lighting ceremony. The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-1074372049744574042012-12-22T15:50:00.001-07:002012-12-22T15:50:32.735-07:00T minus 3Trying to be very good for three more days before Santa is due to arrive.
Hurry Kris Kringle: this one's not going to make it.
The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-90753447231810598332012-12-21T14:07:00.001-07:002012-12-21T14:07:48.409-07:00In TrainingGunnar never tires of playing in the snow. He thinks he's training to pull a sled. My dead weight behind him is probably an accurate simulation....
The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-40921454274462024862012-12-20T14:15:00.000-07:002012-12-20T14:15:37.050-07:00Snow Day at the Black Squirrel Ranch
In case you can't tell what this is: it's a white husky making snow angels...The Littles despise this weather, but Gunnar could hang outside all day. G-man took me for a walk in the woods this morning and he almost had to perform CPR. It was exruciating walking through the amount of snow we got dumped on us overnight.
The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-24648947689884789392012-12-12T10:03:00.003-07:002012-12-12T10:03:15.385-07:000600 Hours
On a day that was supposed to be R
& R for me and my team turned out to be our most crucial mission yet. At
0600 hours I went in first, to survey the scene, confident that I would have
time to secure my position and call for back up if necessary. “If necessary”
became “when necessary,” and I quickly backed out of the strike zone long
enough to signal the team lead and one of the less seniorThe Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-23441622716951143422012-12-09T16:00:00.000-07:002012-12-10T19:33:39.875-07:00Don't You Forget About Me..."Ma'am, excuse me, ma'am? Remember me?"
You think she can see us?
Yeah, just look real pathetic.
Mom? It's me, Puddin'
I thought we had a moment last week in the kitchen...
The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-91542209744578914482012-12-08T11:30:00.000-07:002012-12-10T19:08:31.280-07:00Catch and Release
Well, Puddin' has been turned loose from his rehab ward in the indoor breezeway of the house, to the outdoor breezeway of the barn. He seems to be happily reunited with siblings Pork Chop and Pot Pie, but I'm having a little separation anxiety...I mean he, he's having a little separation anxiety...er....
The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-7992589452734763642012-12-03T18:41:00.002-07:002012-12-03T18:42:50.118-07:00Big Daddy
I cannot believe this little pipsqueak is beefed up and 50
pounds heavier than in this photo; and, he'll be on his way over here to the Black
Squirrel Ranch to try and knock up the girls…
It seems like yesterday (August) when Farmer Ron showed
up in the driveway to let us take a look at two “oopsie” babies from our friend’s
herd: two little white Saanen bucks. Apparently one of them (The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-72730172639880638942012-11-24T06:13:00.001-07:002012-11-24T06:14:30.308-07:00Tryptophan TranceTurkey hormones nab another unsuspecting victim. Incidentally, Gunnar is not allowed on the couch but because a futon is two inches shorter, he feels that falls into the "dog bed" category. Therefore, the futon has been covered with an old blanket, as the White Husky is shedding like nobody's business. Way to be strong on that "no furniture" rule, parents. Way to stand your ground.... The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-32984343990724524292012-11-20T06:36:00.001-07:002012-11-20T06:36:51.417-07:00Day 15I'm still being held captive in the house in a small cage. Send help. I'm bored.
My captors seem to enjoy my current situation and I see no end in sight. The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-63686729037286127992012-11-14T13:25:00.000-07:002012-11-14T13:25:04.973-07:00Staking His ClaimI wonder if they'll forget that I'm supposed to move back outside in a few weeks?
(Thanks to the Cone of Shame, Puddin' still has all of his sutures in place. Whew.)
The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-83517578256384476712012-11-12T20:25:00.001-07:002012-11-12T20:26:20.115-07:00Lap DogMilking the attention after the doctor stitched him up again. I hope Puddin knows he is moving out in a few weeks.
The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-88365655208128906362012-11-11T20:49:00.000-07:002012-11-12T19:22:39.073-07:00Puss in Boots and a Cone of ShameThe concept of placing Puddin's kennel in front of a TV playing nonstop Disney movies in order to allow him to heal, was a pedantic notion at best. Interaction is actually required on our part to administer medicine and clean--gulp--litter boxes. And, once he started popping stitches like a hair band pops guitar strings, our level of interaction with the cat escalated. P-diddly, The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-41741257060308859712012-11-10T08:39:00.001-07:002012-11-10T08:41:41.486-07:00Bringing Home BabyWell, Puddin has had a successful surgery and will be on bedrest in the basement of the house for a couple of weeks. He has a drain in his left leg and lots of stitches.
Apparently he captured the hearts of the medical staff at the vet clinic. They all admit Puddin is way friendlier than the average cat and was also pleasant to deal with after surgery. At least we raised one right.
We're The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-80804200900400847752012-11-08T08:00:00.000-07:002012-11-08T09:59:22.422-07:00Happy Birthday Daddy!The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-66917072120711855852012-11-08T06:00:00.000-07:002012-11-08T06:54:22.794-07:00Search Efforts Have Ceased
Because he just showed up!
Puddin' walked up to me very gingerly and slowly this morning as I was putting wood into the burner. He moves as though he's trying to prove to an officer that he's sober, and let me just say that Puddin's hiney region smells like a broken sewer main. I've never smelled something like that on a live creature before!
I called for Mr. H in the house whoThe Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-70079770649161950562012-11-07T11:53:00.001-07:002012-11-07T11:53:22.969-07:00Search but no SeizureA lunchtime search for P-diddly (Puddin) with the White Husky yielded search, but no rescue. I even gave him incentive: I told Gunnar he could hold the kitten in his mouth gently, for a bit, if he could find it.
No luck.
The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-14310535589751363422012-11-07T08:19:00.000-07:002012-11-07T08:20:43.040-07:00Waiting for His Brother to Return
We haven't seen Mr. Puddin' for almost two whole days. Since May, the longest we've ever gone without seeing all three killing machines is twelve hours--or one mealtime.
Have you seen this kitten? If so, please ring the Black Squirrel Ranch.....and incidentally, if you "mistakenly" put him in your vehicle and took him home with you after Squirrel Fest, please return him. When we untieThe Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7383752463135579506.post-6313173299944645292012-11-06T12:43:00.001-07:002012-11-06T12:43:41.489-07:00Vote!The Black Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915908405043649831noreply@blogger.com0