Dogs and cats and owls . . . oh my!
If you hang around here much, you'll find that I'm an animal lover -- all kinds: furry, feathery, hairy, with beaks, without beaks...... Well, you get the idea. I recently had my husband, Bob, put a birdfeeder outside my office window because birds and squirrels were stopping by and looking at me as if I were a monster because I wasn't providing them with a source of food. I'm probably the only woman on this street who dashes outside because she hears the distinctive call of a snow owl.
Yes, I have a genuine Harry Potter Hedwig living in my backyard. Someday, I hope to get a picture of her. If that day comes, I will post it here. She's beautiful and quite tame. I can approach within six feet without spooking her. I won't go closer because along with a gorgeous white covering of feathers, she also has a set of talons that would put the fear of God into anyone.
That beautiful, furry little girl (okay, so she's a pudge from eating snacks with Bob) in the picture is our furry child, Ripley. She's a smooth-coated collie mix and is about 3 years old and has more energy in her body than God should ever put in one animal. From the day we brought her home as a tiny ball of fur, she has been true to her nature and herded us everywhere. That should have been a clue that she would take over, become the center of our attention and the love of our life.
Until about eight months ago, we had a Beagle named Sammi Girl. One day, Sammi got sick and walked off into the woods. We haven't seen her since. Bob found Sammi shortly after 9/11, sitting by the side of the road next to her buddy, a Siamese cat, which had been killed by a car. Yes, some heartless human had abandoned them both. Bob brought Sammi home, and she became one of the most affectionate, devoted pets we've ever had.
Well, I guess I've blathered on long enough about my pets. I should be packing for a cruise Bob and I are going on Saturday anyway. Do you all hate packing as much as I do? Am I packing too much? Not enough?
Stay warm all you northerners.
Blessings and happy reading!
Elizabeth
Yes, I have a genuine Harry Potter Hedwig living in my backyard. Someday, I hope to get a picture of her. If that day comes, I will post it here. She's beautiful and quite tame. I can approach within six feet without spooking her. I won't go closer because along with a gorgeous white covering of feathers, she also has a set of talons that would put the fear of God into anyone.
That beautiful, furry little girl (okay, so she's a pudge from eating snacks with Bob) in the picture is our furry child, Ripley. She's a smooth-coated collie mix and is about 3 years old and has more energy in her body than God should ever put in one animal. From the day we brought her home as a tiny ball of fur, she has been true to her nature and herded us everywhere. That should have been a clue that she would take over, become the center of our attention and the love of our life.
Until about eight months ago, we had a Beagle named Sammi Girl. One day, Sammi got sick and walked off into the woods. We haven't seen her since. Bob found Sammi shortly after 9/11, sitting by the side of the road next to her buddy, a Siamese cat, which had been killed by a car. Yes, some heartless human had abandoned them both. Bob brought Sammi home, and she became one of the most affectionate, devoted pets we've ever had.
Well, I guess I've blathered on long enough about my pets. I should be packing for a cruise Bob and I are going on Saturday anyway. Do you all hate packing as much as I do? Am I packing too much? Not enough?
Stay warm all you northerners.
Blessings and happy reading!
Elizabeth
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