May. 18th, 2017

Adventures in home ownership.

Dear Leo-

When I flip back the rug to reveal the cellar door, since I need to go down into i and check a breaker, I realise it's a new, unexplored patch of floor, but really buddy, I don't need you standing on said door.

There's a reason you were babygated with Caena into the kitchen. And that's because the cellar really is no place you need to investigate.

Sorry, buddy, but its not happening.

*sigh*

Note to self- don't run the hose to water the garden *and* the washer at the same time. The well pump doesn't like it and will quit, requiring an apparent breaker reset to get it to start up again.


I'm thinking we really need a higher horsepower pump, honestly. Water pressure isn't the best, and we have no idea how old it is- note to self, look into the paperwork on that, so we know.

Yeah, that was fun.


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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.

May. 10th, 2017

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.

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