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May. 15th, 2017

Dammit.

Last night, we heard a gunshot. Fairly close to the property. Given that the nearest neighbor we can see, has told us before that they do pistol training/target practice in their backyard, we didn't think too much of it, other than being really close. (And yes, we looked around and didn't see anything.)

Just now, on my way to the mailbox and back again, I had to fight* with both dogs to get them to keep walking past a certain area along the edge of the driveway, where the hayfield meets it.

They shot the damn fox last night and it died there. They mowed the hayfield around him, so I couldn't see it until the dogs beelined for it. (Which makes sense or the resulting mess could mess up the cutter *and* the hay.)

I get trying to keep wildlife from your chickens, what have you. But dammit, you *knew* we walk our dogs along the driveway. Why couldn't you have killed the fox at the pine tree line or something instead.

Now, we get to bury said fox tonight and hope it rains soon to wash away the scent, otherwise, *everytime* we walk the dogs through there until it does, it's going to be a battle with them.

* I literally had to take both by the collars and march them well passed the area, on the opposite side of the driveway.

Calling out the bullshit.

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-39920676

One of the comments on the Facebook page by the asshole quoted, called me(female Marines) a 'barracks whore'.


One- I am not a damn bird. I do not belong to the avian species. Therefore, I cannot be a 'chick'. I am, however, a US Marine.

Two- I have never been a 'barracks whore'. *Because I refused to be one* is a reason I was given for not being allowed to stay on Okinawa (Camp Henoko/Schwab, where there were maybe a dozen female Marines to tens of thousands of male Marines) for another year, because I settled down with one guy- also a Marine- instead - whom I married and am *still married to, nearly 25 years later*.

Three- Enough with this bullshit 'women don't belong in combat/they don't have the biology for it1!' crap. It's been proven, over and over again, that it's just that- crap. That we can and do hold our own just as well as male Marines.

Four- the female Marine portrayed, is a Capt, a logistics officer who is combat decorated. THAT should be applauded, not degraded.

Semper Fi.
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May. 10th, 2017

Bring on the rain.

3 bags of organic garden soil was added to the center square of the garden layout. and 4 bags at 25 lbs each, of gravel was spread in the rain caused, larger holes along the drive.

Asparagus in now in the ground (it was in a big pot to get it started), as is the rhubarb(also started in a pot), the new lavender, one of the dill, the new rosemary, the old rosemary, 2 butterfly weed plants.

The green beans are coming up like gangbusters. Still need to get a couple more zucchini and cucumbers in the ground, but they need to get a bit bigger first. Tomatoes, other cucumbers, other squash, peppers, eggplant are all doing very well. We'll build out the rest of the garden layout this summer and next year, expand what we plant.

And so far, the wildlife has left the garden alone. Heh.

Had to move a giant! Wolf spider out of the garden bed too. She was guarding her rather large eggsack and was non too pleased that I'd disturbed her.

After apologizing profusely (*after* exclaiming, holy shit, you're huge! She was easily 2" front to back), I carefully scooped her up with the shovel and, still apologizing, transfered her to a clump of blackberry canes.

I think she'll be much happier and safer there.



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Dear Leo-

If you're standing in front of my chair, I can't sit down to put my boots on.

If you're trying to lick my toes, I can't put my socks on, and I can't put my boots on.

If you're sniffing the crap out of said boots, trying to stick your head in them, again, I can't put them on.

If you're trying to lick my hands, I can't tie the laces on my boots that I finally got on.

If I can't tie the laces on the boots, I can't take you outside to play.


We've been through this, buddy. Daily. Sometimes several times a day.



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Mar. 13th, 2017

Leo's derp face.

I have a foot warmer named Leo.    #nofilter #Leo #fosterdog #fosterdogsofinstagram #adoptdontshop #akitasofinstagram #akitarescue #akita #akitainu #dogsofinstagram #sillypupper #armac #thisisfostering #dantesspirit
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Jan. 19th, 2017

Adventures in fostering...

It's difficult to weave with a 60lb foster puppy on your feet.

Do you know how difficult it is to weave with a 60lb foster puppy on your feet? Yeah.



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Jan. 17th, 2017

Adventures in fostering, or, my new favorite saying is 'No, Leo.'

Such a pretty big boy at almost 5 months

This is Leo. He's a 5 month old (well, almost) Akita puppy. He's also already 60lbs. Yeah.


Leo

I mean, look at those paws! He's going to be a big boy when he's full grown. A gentle giant, so to speak.


This puppy...

Such a character. I told him to stay and he really wanted off the couch. Heh. This lasted all of 30 seconds. We're working on manners.


Follow the leader

Caena likes him for the most part. The first day, she was all about playing with him. The second, not so much. Today, the third, she's growled at him twice when he tried jumping on her to play. Which made him stop jumping on her immediately. He learns quick, that one. He follows her around, sniffs what she sniffs, if she eats grass, he eats grass. I have two goats now.

The cats, well, that's a work in progress. They're coming around slowly. Though Miss Sassy did not approve of being bathed by him and when he tried it with Morrigan, she hissed at him. So he hasn't done it again. But he wants to be friends oh so badly. We're working on it.


Leo is camped out under my desk. In typical Akita fashion, it took 6 tries to get him to look at me.

In typical Akita fashion, it took 6 tries to get him to look at me for this photo. He is also very much a people dog. He very much wants to be as close to 'his people' as he can get. In fact, right now, he's chewing on the arm of my chair. *sigh*. There's been a lot of 'No, Leo.', ' That's not for you, Leo.', 'That's not a chew toy, Leo.', 'No, down, Leo.' But, once he learns manners and how to co habitat with cats properly, ie, not trying to get them to play or run after them when they leave the room, he'll make someone a wonderful companion.

Hey, at least we got him to stop putting his front paws on the counter in 2 days.

And now, he's chewing on the chair leg.

No, Leo.



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