A Sunday Stroll

Superman and I have decided that on his days off we will be obliged to take a walk. We have several scenic and not so scenic routes around our house, all of varying miles. I would totally run around my house, in fact I used to A LOT, but no longer. Too many scary things seem to happen to lone female runners these days and I do not want to employ my mad, albeit rusty, pink ranger skills or my husbands switchblade. So in stead I have opted for walking with hubby and baby and P.Potts. Initially my ears nearly froze themselves right off, but once the wind fizzled and the sun was at our backs all was lovely and right with the world. 
Potts is enamored with horses. Border collies are beings of high intelligence, just ask her, and so are horses. At least, from what I know of them, this also seems to be true. My mother grew up on a farm and occasionally we would head up to her home town for visits and take rides on a black beauty named Geisha. We always had to approach her from the front, look her in the eye, and walk very slowly otherwise she would squish us into a pancake. My grandfather warned us of this every time we took a ride and none of us became pancakes because we knew he was telling the truth. That horse was smart enough to not want any shenanigans. My grandpa also had many a border collie. So on our walks when Potts stops to chat with her equestrian companions I am always reminded of my childhood summers spent on a lovely farm. 
I would love to live on a farm, but never run one. I want a Dude Farm. That is the life for me. Oh, and a T.J. Maxx. Those two things and I would be happy. Oh, and a Sushi House, and maybe a beach. My dream life is beginning to look a bit like California. I hate when that happens!
Truth be told, I love where I live. My neighborhood, my town, my city, my state, my country. I love it all. I feel so blessed and so honored to live in this place. I love my four seasons (not the hotel) and the cows that share my street corner. I do not live on a farm, but the area around my house is very rural with several farms. I hope this is never take away. I love that most of my family, (his, mine, and ours) is within a 30 minute drive and are always ready to help out when we need it. I love walking four miles on Sunday afternoons with my three favorites and just marveling in the blue sky and snow capped mountains. Sorry Dude Farm, you will just have to wait. 

A Quick Frolic and Back to Work

Potts + Snow = True Love




 

Messy Potts

Hmm. I see a trouble maker in our midst. Usually she will always want to be in the same room as me.Which is good. Usually.But when she wanders off I worry.
With good reason!

- From my iPhone

Top 10: Ways to Tease Your Mutt

Meet P.Potts, again. She is our border collie and may or may not be named after a superhero's secretary. We fell in love with her when she was just a six week old puppy and have loved her ever since. She is brilliant, a natural born Houdini, and loves nothing more than a park and a bucket of tennis balls. She is also super fun to tease. Here are just a few ways my husband and I make her nuts!

1. Hide her treats in the bath tub. She loves treats and hates baths. This is pure torment!

2. Let her out on the lead when the neighbors cats are out in the back yard across the way. We have no fence so she sits and waits for them to cross our property line. It is usually a long stand off. 

3. Take the squeaker from her destroyed toy and randomly squeak it throughout the day. She will spend twenty minutes at a time looking for her toy and that is twenty minutes she is not getting in to any other kind of trouble. 

4. Laying a Frisbee down flat on the kitchen floor with P.Potts is like watching a person with winter mittens try to pick up a paper clip. Equal parts lol and shut the front door!

5. Running and jumping off the pier at the lake. Pepper loves the water, loves to swim, but will not jump from the dock into the water. She likes to take it slow, one paw at a time. She will chase you to the edge, screech to a halt, and do a hesitant crawl to peek over the edge. Scaredy cat!

6. We live in a split level, which means we have a set of stairs that branch up and down. The best way to make the mutt crazy is to stand at that fork in the stairs while she runs up and down, back and forth, waiting for you to decide which way you are going. 

7. Put peanut butter in her Kong, but then put the Kong on top of a shelf. She will do everything in her power to try and reach the darn Kong. This can get messy, but is hilarious to watch her creativity.

8. Cows! Any type of heifer or bovine and P.Potts is all over it. Unfortunately she is never allowed to get to close, but you can see the herding instinct quaking through her entire body. 

9. Ask P.Potts if she wants to go for a walk, but then taking fifteen minutes walking around the house trying to find the leash. This often happens by mistake because the leash is always lost, but P.Potts has no patience for such things. I should probably teach her to find the leash and then ask her if she wants to go for a walk. 

10. Cooking bacon in the kitchen, or any kind of cooking for that matter. I am such a sucker and always cave in and give her a taste of whatever it is on the stove, but first she runs through every trick she knows in rapid succession. Sit, stick 'em up, down, roll over, dancey dance, shake a paw, high five, and repeat. Love it!