This Afternoon Got Weird!

This morning, after doing my five miles, Kinky called. "Morning Nance," Kinky said. "Can you come over? I need to talk to you about a few things."

"I can't, Kinky. I wish I could, but I've got too much paperwork to do." So we talked on the phone for over thirty minutes, instead! Laugh out loud—I love that man!

When I had finished my paperwork, I went outside, to put our new 'Proof of Insurance' cards into the vehicles. Then I decided to visit with our dogs some. I was on cloud nine, while I visited with our great dogs. When I passed Mr. Ziffle's pen, who Ashley Judd and Lucy are now occupying, I thought about his super adoption, and was so happy for him! Then the dogs cranked up barking—a green compact car was driving in. "Aaron," I half-hollered. "Who is that driving in?"

"I don't know, Nancy." The vehicle slowed, and I went to see who was here.

"Hi, I'm Nancy. Can I help you?" I said, to a friendly, smiling woman, who was about my age.

"Yes. I'm Pat H., and I want to adopt your little black dog. I'm from San Antone. I came out yesterday to look around. After I left, I couldn't quit thinking about that little dog. I have two cats, and one dog. Can I adopt her?"

"Oh my gosh, Pat—you sure can!" I was now on cloud ten! "Are you talking about little Hannah Montana? That little dog over there, in the puppy pen?" Then I pointed to her.

"Yes, the little black one."

"Her name is Hannah Montana, and she is one sweet little dog, but I have to tell you that she was returned to us, because she ate a sofa and was pretty destructive."

The woman laughed! "I don't care. Honey, I once had a dog that ate the corner off of my TV set! I'm a retired teacher, and she will be with me all day long. My other dog is a small mix named Anna, and I am sure they will bond and be buddies fast." Pat and I visited for several more minutes, then I excused myself, to go write up Hannah's adoption papers!

"Tony, Hannah is being adopted! This woman said that she came out here yesterday, and fell in love with her." I said.

"Great!" Tone said. "I forgot to tell you about her coming out. I'll go get Hannah for her." T. then left the trailer.

After Pat filled out Hannah's adoption form, Tony brought Hannah to Pat, and it was love at first sight! We visited a little while longer, then Pat needed to leave. After backing up her car, to turn around, her last words to us were, "Hannah just licked my face. I love her! Thank you so much—bye!"

Tone and I waved, and said goodbye to her, as Hannah was happily riding 'shot gun' in the front seat, with her tail wagging!

This afternoon got weird. T. and I went to Kerrville, to run several errands. Walmart was fine. The post office was fine, but when we parked in front of Blockbusters, to go to the health store, two doors down, to purchase some vitamins and supplements—I couldn't believe what I saw!

As I got out of Buttermilk, I looked over to the closely parked car next to us—a man and a woman, were in the car making out—in broad daylight! Their car seats were lowered down, and they were going after it! I couldn't believe it! So, I quickly closed the door, and race-walked to join Tony. When I told him about them, he laughed about it.

Our last stop was at Hoegemeyer's Animal Clinic, to pick up some pills for Thunder, and a bag of special Science Diet dog food for Alfie, who has skin allergies. While we were waiting in the lobby, with several other people, a man, about thirty-five, walked inside with a big, handsome, friendly, male yellow Labrador! "You're dog looks just like Marley," a man said, to the stranger.

"Yes, I know," The Lab's owner replied. "But my dog is not nearly as destructive as Marly was." Everyone in the lobby laughed, including Tone and me!

Y'all have a great evening! I've had a great day! I am so happy for Ziff and Hannah! They have found their forever homes—at last!

Spin Doctor!

Last night Tony and I watched, 'Marley and Me.' We loved the movie! And we both cried real tears at the end of the movie, because like you, we know the pain and sadness, when we lose a best friend. If you haven't seen it, please do—you'll love it—I promise.

This morning, after walking five miles, our faithful, seven year old washing machine, Miss Tubby, became totally possessed by some sick Spin Doctor! It started yesterday morning, after I had started a load of clothes washing, which usually only takes about thirty minutes max. While I was walking, I noticed that she was acting really weird—she wouldn't quit spinning! In fact, Tubby had spun non-stop, for over fifty minutes—the amount of time that it takes for me to do my four fast miles! By the time she had quit spinning—our clothes were nearly dry and I was soaking wet from my workout! Tubby had turned into a washer/dryer combo! I was real busy yesterday, so I forgot to tell T. about it.

This morning, after doing my daily routine, which included five miles today, I put our dirty laundry into Miss Tubby, and put her to work. Then I sat down at the kitchen table and spent an hour and a half, doing more paperwork. When I was finished, Kinky called. He wanted us to meet him for lunch at the Del Norte—around 1:15.

When I got off of the phone, Miss Tubby made the loudest, ungodly sounds, for a couple of seconds, then she started shaking, and then began spinning wildly out of control! I did the only thing that I could do to help her—I unplugged her from the wall and pronounced her dead.

When Tony came inside the trailer, I asked him to please call our dear, old friend, who owns an appliance business in Sabinal, Texas.

"Boyd's Appliance," Joe Boyd said.

"Hi Joe, this is Tony over at the rescue ranch." There was a pause. "We're doing just fine." Another pause. "Nancy is doing great and said to tell you and your sweet wife, Billie, hello. Listen Joe, the reason that I am calling you is—our washer, Miss Tubby, died this morning and we're sure our dryer is not far behind. We want to buy a new washer and dryer from y'all." One more pause. "Here let me put Nancy on the phone."

Joe and I had a nice visit. Tony and I love them. After picking out the brand and color, Joe told me that they would try to get our new appliances delivered to us by Friday afternoon. Yeah!

"What are we getting?" Tony asked.

"Joe recommended that we get Speed Queens. He said their warranty is much better."

"What are you going to name them?"

"Queen Bee, and we'll call the dryer—Airy Queen." Tony liked their names.

Tony and I were about five minutes late, and seven blocks away from the restaurant, when I noticed the small, white car in front of us. When we stopped behind it, at the red light, I started laughing! "Tony look!" Tony looked, and started laughing, too!

When the light turned green, it took off slowly, as we followed it. "That car looks like it is driving itself!" I said. "You can't see the people's heads!"

"I know. Whoever is driving it must be shorter than you," Tony said, followed by another laugh. Tony then quickly changed lanes. "Let's see who is driving it!" As we drove up beside the compact car, I looked over. It was two cute, little old ladies, talking their heads off. When they looked over at us—we smiled and I waved to them.

"Hi Kinky!" I said, as Tony and I sat down at his table.

"Y'all are late as usual," Kinky teased. "How are y'all doing?" After we caught him up, we went to the buffet and served ourselves lunch. While serving myself, a very nice woman, about my age, walked up to me in the line and introduced herself to me, while I was putting some bleu cheese dressing on my salad.

"Cousin Nancy, I'm a big fan of yours! I bought your book, and I absolutely loved it! When are you going to write another one? Please write another one soon!"

I was honored, caught off guard and dumbfounded. "Well it is nice to meet you. Thank you very much. I am glad that you enjoyed reading my book. I loved writing it."

"Would it be okay for me to come out and visit you at the ranch? I would love to see it and talk with you!"

"We would love for you to come out, and see our rescue ranch," I said, as I added some rice, and then some refried beans onto my plate. "Come out any Saturday, or call ahead to make an appointment, and I will give you the grand tour."

"Thank you, so much! I will!" The nice woman said, then we went our separate ways.

"Kinky, Tony," I said, as I sat down at our table. "That was the sweetest woman, she just asked me to write another book about the rescue ranch. I'm taking it as a sign."

"I know," Kinky said. "She came up to me in the line, and asked me when you were going to write another book about our rescue ranch. I told her I didn't know, but she could ask you, because you were here. I then pointed you out, and she took off to talk to you. You're famous Nance." We all laughed, because I'm not, nor do I care to be.

Our lunch was good, and a lot of fun, until Kinky nearly choked on his food, when I told him my joke about the seven dwarfs, that Fay had sent to me! He really liked it, but unfortunately I can't tell it on my blog.

Y'all have a great evening! I've got to go to bed early, because I will be doing The Harley Show, tomorrow morning at 7:45. Tony and I can't go to Kerrville, so I will be phoning in.

Squirrels Be Gone!

This morning after doing my chores, breakfast, four fast miles—I returned phone calls and did more paperwork. Then I took a break and had some fun! I decided to put up some chicken wire around my soon to be Fairy Tale Pumpkin Patch! I had just started unrolling the chicken wire, when Tony and Aaron appeared. "Nance," T. said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm fixin' to put up chicken wire, so the varmits can't get in and eat my pumpkins. Can you help me pick up the chicken wire, and lean it against the fence, so I can—attach it to it?"

"Nope," Tony said. "Let me and Aaron do it. I don't want the wire cutting you." He and Aaron then went to work! In less than twenty minutes, my pumpkin patch was completely fenced with chicken wire! Yeah! When the guys were done, they took off for Medina, to buy some hay.

While they were gone, I removed Tony's Walmart bird pole, from the front yard, along with four bird feeders, and took them down to the feed barn. When I returned, I removed my hanging wooden birdseed box, and returned it to the front porch—where it had originally been.

The reason I did this, was because of the small herd of visiting squirrels, that have overtaken our bird feeders, and front yard! This morning, before Tone had returned from Medina, our self appointed Squirrel Police Dog—Hank Sr., our little, sweet, twelve year old, black and white dog, nearly caught one of the little fat squirrels! It nearly scared me to death and Hank, too! So, my newly implemented plan— "Squirrels Be Gone," has officially commenced! I figure, no food—no squirrels! (Please note: We do plan to move the bird poles, and feeders to a new location—far away from our trailer and garden.)

This afternoon, Tony and I went to Karen's, 'The Plant Haus' to buy a few more plants for our garden. Her place is Kerrville's favorite plant nursery—it is the very best! Tony and I love to go there, to see all of her beautiful flowers and plants!

Y'all have a great evening! I've got to return Kinky's phone call, and then we're fixin' to watch Marley and Me!