Showing posts with label Boston Terrier. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boston Terrier. Show all posts

Friday, May 6, 2005

Recap of Friday

So, here comes another weekend! And I think it will be a good one, even if I dont have anything special planned. And Sunday is Mother's Day. No Children's Church. Everyone in Big Church. Monday will be Bubba's birthday, so I am hoping to do something special with him.

Today I had to run an errand into Beaumont for Pete. That's about 33 miles from where we live. He's trying to get his personal truck going. Something all four of us can go places in besides my little car. Needed a clutch and everything that goes with it. So I found the place fine and they got me fixed up right away.

Headed home I decided to go in the State office to get a form to order a Parental Driver's Ed kit for Bubba. One thing we will work on this summer. To try to get him liscensed up. Had to stand in a line for an hour and a half. Think I'll go to our little office at the county courthouse for anything else Bubba needs! They are only open certain days and times, but things seem to run ssssooo much smoother there.

When I almost got home I began to get so sleepy I had to fight to keep my eyes open. I layed down for a nap at straight up 12 noon and didn't wake up until 3:30. First nap I took all week......guess I needed it. But it got warm in the bedroom and I woke up feeling all dull headed and blah. Made coffee and got on here. Was thinking the kids would be here any time, when Matilda the goat dog needed to potty. While I was sitting on the front step watching her, I realized that Bug's bicycle was laying in the yard. ???? Oh, my.....I have to get them at the bus stop! They were running late this am and I took them in the car! So I dash and do that.

Yesterday afternoon my sister came by to visist. Two reasons. One she had a couple of nice dresses for church a friend of hers was passing on. Yeah! I love gently used hand-me-downs! The other was to tell me that Uncle Lenox had suffered a stroke. He is a dear saintly man. 81 years old he has several health issues he deals with. He is in the hospital. Has some slurred speech and limited movement on one side. Hopefully, with a little therapy he can regain most of it. So please say a little prayer for him and mother's sister, Aunt Billie. (The hushpuppy recipe.) It' s hard to realize these folks are getting older and fragile. They will be forever locked in my memories as 40 and 50 something year old people. Full of life, love, Christian virtue.

Now to all my dear Sisters out in cyber space I want to say:

Have a Happy and Blessed Mothers Day!

Thursday, May 5, 2005

Scooters, Goats & Hairbrushes

Good day to all who pass this way! I have several things I want to share with you: hope I don't forget anything. First, let me report that hubby was better yesterday evening and I doctored him again last night, so MAYBE he can shake this off on his own.

You ever wonder what country kids do to pass the time? Well, Pete brought home an old scooter the other day and Bubba & Bug had the best time of thier lives! We live right next to a long, rather steep hill that goes down into Jack Gore Baygall. Red clay, covered with rock. The kids took the scooter and Bug's bike down there. Bubba would sit on the scooter like it was a lowrider, push off and hold his feet up and zoom down the hill, crashing into a large pile of pinestraw! Bug rode her bike down with him, braking most of the way. They were a sight! That long hair flying behind Bug glistened all the way to the bottom of the hill in the late afternoon sun. It was great to watch them have so much fun.......sheer joy! But of course, being sane and wise, Daddy said no more scooting and biking down the hill like that. That's okay, they have the memory. It's one of those tales that will be told to their own kids one day. "When I was a kid, we........." You know the kind.

Now what do I do with Matilda? We have three generations of female Boston Terriers living in our house. Zena, the patriarch, the good solid family dog. Diagnosed two years ago with conjestive heart failure, she takes meds every day. Then we have her daughter, Matilda. Tildy, as I call her, had been given away as a puppy to live with another family. But she came back, seems there were stories of her and other dogs hunting down and killing small livestock. We've never had her attack or kill anything here. She's extremely quiete for the breed. And there is the puppy of Tildy, Bugnamed Blackie (she is solid black in her chests and down both front legs and feet.....unusual for the breed.) Recently, Tildy and Blackie have been making excursions into our hog pen and barking at the sows. No harm done. The sows ignore them and all the dogs do is bark. But yesterday morning I let all three out to pottie and get some sunshine. About 45 minutes later, Zena and Blackie came right in when I called, but no Matilda. This is not so unusual. She often justs lays were she is and ignores me. An hour later.....still no Tildy. I go back about every hour and call .......but she never comes. Finally, at three in the afternoon I become concerned she may have wandered away and got in a pickle. So I get in the car and drive slowly down our road looking for her. Right around the curve, there she is! Inside a neighbor's fenced front patch. HHHuuuummm?!? How'd she get in there? I get out and call her over to the fence and she comes right up. But her chest and front paws are covered in blood! My first thought is the poor crazy thing has gotten herself hurt. I reach over and lift her out by the scruff of her neck. I kneel and examine her. She is not bleeding. This is something else's blood! I looked around the pen, but didn't notice anything amiss. I looked up the driveway and knew the folks weren't home. So, I call Tildy to trot along beside the car and come back home. I throw her in an empty chicken coup until I have the chance to bathe her. Too nasty to come inside and I don't trust her to stay. When the kids came in from school, I sent Bubba over to look around and to see if anyone had come home. He comes back to report that there is a goat that has been injured! Oh Bother! No one is home yet. We told Pete when he came in and still no one was home yet. By the time everyone finished what they needed to do and we settled down for the evening, Bubba offered to go back over there, but Daddy wouldn't let him. He figured more than likely the man would be home, but drunk by then. So.......I do so hope that poor animal makes it. That it's wounds aren't serious. Guess we may have to pay for a goat. And now, Tildy cannot go outside without supervision. Better pick up another collar when I go to town, so we can chain her for her outside times.

On the lighter side, right before I went to bed last night I checked my e-mail. There was a note from Pete's cousin Bill's wife letting me know what items her son Cody might need over in Iraq. (Please always remember our soldiers in your prayers!) Attached to the e-mail was a link to a Redneck Video Game. I played it a few minutes and was surprisingly good at it! So for your amusement, I'm passing it on to you. Just click and play! Or at least I hope it works. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

God Bless you all.......and have a great day!

Barbara

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