

I tried to get Rich to take some still shots of Spur on the dog walk. I thought this one was cool. It's like he's trying to touch his front paw with his back paw!!!



This is the story of Roscoe and Spur and Bim. Roscoe was doomed to death for biting. I took in the little bastard! Spur came from the 2007 biggest puppy mill bust the state of Maine has ever seen. He's nice, too! Bim is our newest addition. My first ever bought dog. Came from a wonderful miniature american shepherd breeder in England!!!! This blog is about the life of my little dogs and me, Amy Carlson! A silly self-indulgent blog that might bring a smile to your face. :D





She always seems to have a set back in the spring. And this year is no different. She looks sore. Maybe I let her have too much green grass. Maybe she is just having a flare up of her lyme. I don't really know, but she is now not allowed any lush grass. She has plenty of pasture and short grass to munch but not the thick stuff in this photo.
She kept interrupting Spur's session. SHE thinks she can do it better!!!
The blue bird babies have hatched and the parents are busy feeding. It's a constant job!
Been meaning to post these photos of the new lambs. They arrived a couple weeks ago and are RIGHT in the middle of the farm. They spooked the first few times we walked past, but now they hardly react. The dogs are only interested when their fence is moved. Then they find the sheep dung snacks in the previous grazing area. :P
I grew up with sheep. I should know what kind of sheep they are, but I haven't a clue. The sheep were not my favorite animals. Dumb, dirty and they could be dangerous. A ram from a mamma protecting her baby could hurt. And feeding in the trough inside the barn in the winter could mean a trampling if one wasn't careful.


That's not a "Hi George" posture!! That's an alert!!! Big time alert! It was Mary and Pepper, our neighbors. Pepper is, um...., 13 and a big black, grumpy dog. She hates our dogs and they hate her. She is always on a leash and mine are not and since it's our property I don't leach my dogs and we manage to pass them as nicely as possible, but it isn't always nice. Anyway, damn......it! Spur wasn't impressed with my mistake.
Today
50 °F
Rain Showers
80% chance of precipitation
Tonight
47 °F
Rain Showers
90% chance of precipitation
Tomorrow
52 °F
Rain Showers
90% chance of precipitation
Friday
63 50° F
Chance of Rain
30% chance of precipitation
Saturday
67 52° F
Chance of Rain
20% chance of precipitation
Sunday
67 54° F
Chance of Rain
20% chance of precipitation
We bundled the Pin Heads in their winter coats and headed out this morning. Got to the back field and Colby just stopped, shaking. That short distance and we all were soaked in the mist and drizzle, my glasses were splattered even with my ball cap visor to protect them. I asked her if she wanted to go home.......she turned and RAN back down the woods road. We came home.
Spur? He couldn't understand. I guess I'll take him out later. Right now I have the heat on and may need to order oil soon. >:/
We will learn some new tricks later today. No agility class. Too wet. DAMN..........IT!!!!



Mamma got a little nervous about the pack of dogs staring down her baby. She'll get used to us. The dogs are hardly interested. They just want to eat the cow shit.