Raven trying to get Hercules to scratch her tummy. I think we’ve finally reached equilibrium on the farm: all the
Our inherited doghouse. Being in the doghouse usually has a negative connotation unless A) you’re a dog and B) you’re
Though Jack often is away at work, slaying dragons working to provide for his family, his heart is never far
While I worked on the chicken coop and run for the girls’ three not-so-small-anymore chicks, it began to sprinkle. Seeking shelter,
Having owned a basset hound and a greyhound (he was great for sprinting but was useless on the long run),
I love long weekends for several reasons: Jack gets to be home with us for longer, there’s more time to
Lest we forget how entertaining hens are, we are reminded of it every time we visit my mom’s backyard flock.
Raven’s not sure what to make of baths. They’re warm and you get a good scratching, but you’re wet. I
Jack had Friday off so we wasted no time. We hung around home for the first part of the day,
The latest tactic Raven employs to avoid direct eye contact with the horses–hiding behind hay bales.
I drug (literally, had to drag) Raven over to see the horses today. If we’re going to live as one
You have my permission to chew. Raven has been an exceptionally good dog. Still a puppy, she’s only chewed one
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