Yesterday, Carol Vail came over with her friend, Lorri, from Dallas, for a visit! We visited inside the trailer, because it was too hot in Outer Space. After a fun visit, Kermit took Carol, Lorri and me, over to the Lodge, for a visit with Kinky. Kinky seemed to really enjoy our visit and there was much laughter! Before leaving, we went outside, so I could shoot Lorri, Carol and Kinky, over by the Friedman Family Bone Orchard. When the three of them gathered to pose for me, I said, "Okay. I'm gonna count to three and then shoot y'all, and then I am going to count to three, again and shoot you one more time." Then I removed the lens cover from my camera, pushed the 'on' button, and nothing happened—my camera's battery was dead and needed recharging! Everyone laughed about it. I could tell that Lorri and Carol were a little disappointed, so I promised to shoot them the next time they came out to the rescue ranch. Then Kermit returned us to the rescue ranch.
When we arrived, Steve Samet was here, ready to adopt Jack Nicholson, a sweet Fox Terrier, and then Shelley showed up with her boyfriend, to adopt our friendly, lovable yellow Lab, Henry! Carol and Lorri were thrilled about the dogs getting forever homes, but they left, so I could take care of the adoption process. Jack went nuts when Steve picked him up, and he started happily yapping! He knew what was going on, and he could not wait to get into Steve's car! I think if we had had a dog interpreter here, he would have told us that Jack was saying to Steve, "Get me out of here, now! I've done my time! Hurry!"
After they drove away, Shelley introduced Henry to her boyfriend's forever friend, Bear, an adorable female, Sharpei mix, and they hit it off immediately! When it was time for them to take Henry home, they opened up the back door of their SUV. It was a big SUV, and I wasn't sure that Henry could jump up that high to get inside, but I was wrong. As soon as Henry felt the cool air conditioned air—he leaped up into their car with his tail wildly wagging! "Well, it looks like Henry can't wait to get out of here, too," I said. Tony and I said our goodbyes to Henry. Before leaving, we thanked Shelley for adopting him. "Please tell Pat thanks for telling you about our Henry." Then they drove away to take Henry to his forever home!
Today, at noon, some good friends of ours, Alison and Blake came out to visit us! They live in Austin, and they had come to Kerrville for a mini-vacation. After hugs and more hugs, we went into my writing cabin for a fun visit! Then Will, their friend and ours, showed up to visit with them! We had so much fun! My little cabin was literally shaking, because of all the laughter! I had so much fun catching up with their news and seeing Blake's dog, Katie Bea, formerly Rosanna Dana, that he adopted from us years ago! Tone and I really enjoyed seeing them and before leaving, we asked them to please come see us anytime that they were in the area.
After they left, Tone and I had to go see a friends new dog, but before leaving, I wrote this e-mail and sent it off to our good friends over at the Trails End Guest House.
"Hi Desiree and David! I hope that all is going great! Today, Blake and Alison and their dog, that they adopted from us four years ago, Katie Bea, came out to see us after checking out at your B &B. Since Tony had recommended your place to them, we couldn't wait to ask them how it was. OMG! They loved it! They loved y'all, they loved their 'Some Like It Hot' cabin, they loved Beckham, they loved the swimming pool, and they really loved your cooking! I mean they could not quit talking about it! They told us that they are definitely coming back, and they are going to tell all of their friends to stay at your B & B, too! And they brought us some of your Baklava, that you served them for breakfast! It was delicious and we have eaten all of it! Anyway, I just wanted to let you know what they said. Hopefully, when the heat goes away, Tony and I will definitely be coming out there for dinner with Sandy and Jon Wolfmueller, Carol Vail, Ben Welch and Kinky. I can't wait!
Love y'all, Cousin Nancy
P.S. Carol came out on Saturday to see us, with her friend Lorri, from Dallas, and Carol told me that last week she ran into y'all at H.E.B.! We started telling Lorri about y'all's bed and breakfast, and Lorri wants to come with us, too! Y'all's Trails End Guest House Rocks! And I love it! Hugs to you and Beckham!
P.S.S. I almost forgot! I want to let you know, that sometime in October or early November, there is going to be a 'Slumber Party' at your place. We've already talked to our friends about it, and everyone is excited about it! We want to book 'the Big House,' aka The Retreat. And y'all are invited to be our guests, at your guest house! Jon and Sandy, Carol, Ben, Rick and Leisa, from Port Aransas, and hopefully John from Port A will be at the slumber party, including Tone and me. As soon as we set the date, I'll e y'all and make a reservation. I hope that y'all can come to it—it will be a blast! And, Rick, Ben and I are bringing our guitars and mandolins! And, I promise not to sing!"
Y'all have a great evening!
P.S. I want to thank our good friend, Pat Symchych, who is the incredibly talented web master for our website: utopiarescue.com, for helping us find Henry his forever home! You Rock, Pat!
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Beckham Rules!
David and Desiree at Trails End Guest House sent me this! Tony and I loved reading it! Thank you D & D at the B & B! Please tell Beck that I love him! Enjoy!
Beckham’s Tale III
It’s been a few days since we had the chance to spend some time to hear the third part of Beckham’s story. Day jobs, B&B guests, meals at Peasants and other issues got in the way of a quiet evening spent in a hog pen listening to the master story teller spin the yarn of The Hog’s history in the New World. Of course, what does it say about us as humans when the only time we allow ourselves to slow down is in a muddy Hog pen where the proper first choice of seating makes all the difference in how the rest of the evening will go. I digress.
Beckham begins;
The times were good for Hogs and Uprights. Fighting between the Smooth Faced and the Hairy was only in small doses, mostly unorganized and localized. Except for the intense savagery and death the skirmishes between the Uprights was not too much unlike the occasional territorial bout seen in the clans of Hogs. Crops were good, wild foods were plentiful and new bands of Uprights making Hog like guttural grunts came to inhabit the land. These new Uprights were quite interested in the Hogs. They lured and kept many of the young Hogs in pens next to their wooden caves of logs. These young ones grew into enormous sizes. On moonless nights some of the Wise Ones from the clans of wild Hogs would sneak into the clusters of wooden caves to speak to these Enormous Hogs. They wanted to learn the secret of their size. Rarely if ever did they find out much. Mostly the Enormous Hogs just slept and they didn’t seem to know much of anything. The Wise Ones began calling them the Ignorants. They didn’t despise them but they cautioned the wild young Hogs to not become like them. Though they didn’t know it at the time these Enormous Hogs would become an negative observation piece among the Uprights with the Upright cautioning their young also to not become as the Enormous Hogs. It seemed the Uprights and the Hogs alike thought this was a bad thing, but the Uprights and Hogs both fed into it. A confusing dilemma.
Beckham paused and looked worried. He asked us if we felt he too had become part of the Enormous Hog trap. We assured him that he, though having put on quite a bit of size since coming to live at Trail’s End was not what we considered an Enormous Hog. As his friends we speculated his daily weight and growth gains were due to his being large boned. Didn’t he still chase the ball and run around his pen to show off his manly outdoor physique to his guests and visitors, we asked? Also perhaps, we advised him, he should consider the long term effects of the “operation” he had shortly before coming to live with us. We explained to him there were many historical references to males among the Uprights that had this same “operation” and they were Uprights of great strength and importance.
“Yes, he agreed, it seems I have heard something about this from the Wise Ones. However, tell me exactly what is this “operation” I was very young when it happened, you know. I mean, what exactly did the Upright doctor do to me anyway? Other than being a bit tender for a few days around my rear hams I haven’t noticed anything different about myself. I felt ok before the “operation;” I felt fine after the “operation.” Was this cosmetic surgery?”
We assured him the surgery was necessary and that the Vet who performed the procedure was highly qualified, a man of some notoriety in his chosen field. This seemed to satisfy Beckham and he resumed his story.
“For us Hogs, the years pass in different ways than you Uprights. We are a greater part of nature than you. You consider yourselves to be the most successful when you have removed the influences of Nature from your day to day lives. Hogs accept Nature and enjoy the differences it gives every day. This makes each day seem to be a reward to itself. Hogs have noticed over the eons that Uprights have brought themselves to a place in Nature where their greatest reward is to live for many suns closed up in the caves of stacked logs and stone, then suddenly they burst out and find the greatest joy in being out among Hogs and others like us. As quickly as you burst out, you retreat back into your caves with an equal amount of joy. Now we as Hogs have had the chance to enter your caves and to be honest we just don’t get it. We see nothing that would cause any Hog to exhibit the same emotions.”
We explained that many Uprights weren’t as hardy and prepared to spend all hours outdoors as Hogs do. Beckham just scoffed, “A cool breeze blowing over me under shady trees on a hot day feels very good indeed. I just nap until I’m hungry or thirsty, I get up eat and drink and go nap again. Sometimes I feel so good and relaxed I just run for the fun of running. I know you fill my water pool and bring me food but I assure you if that stopped I could and would get out of my pen quite easily to find what I needed to live very well. I just don’t understand the lives you Uprights live. Please forgive me if I offend, but this is what happens to me daily - beautiful Upright females come to my pen, bring me choice fruit and vegetables, scratch behind my ears, pat my back and make sweet cooing noises as they call my name. With them come handsome strong Upright males that speak of my great and powerful size. These males seem to admire me in many ways. They are ignored by what I perceive to be their female while she has eyes only for me.
Their females will squat down to my level and hand feed me delicious treats until I can eat no more; then they set the remaining treats on the ground at my feet. They offer NONE to their male, not one scrap yet the male seems to not be bothered in the slightest. I assure you if that was to happen in the society of us Hogs there would be some angry biting and a lot of squealing going on.”
“And another thing, why do some Uprights call me Beckham, others call me Wilber and still others call be Piggy-Piggy? I don’t mind I suppose but why doesn’t anyone call me by my Hog name?”
We told him we did know he had a Hog Name and he told us Uprights didn’t have a lock on naming their young. We asked him his name but we couldn’t understand what he was saying. He repeated it and it was as if a deep rumble came out of his stomach and became a grotesque belch followed by a smacking of the lips. He repeated it one more time and we heard the slightest Hog giggle when he had finished. We became aware he was merely pulling our collective Upright leg. We began to laugh, he began to laugh and we all laughed until tears were in our eyes.
The three of us spoke for long hours that night and many nights since. We have been told many tales by Beckham and we have told him many ourselves. It would be difficult to scribe all these stories yet perhaps one day I will.
You can call him Beckham, Wilber or Piggy-Piggy but what he really likes is to be called, admired and loved. If you take the time to visit you too will soon be able to speak with him and swap stories. He can’t share the wisdom of the ages but he can help you become a better Upright.
Beckham’s Tale III
It’s been a few days since we had the chance to spend some time to hear the third part of Beckham’s story. Day jobs, B&B guests, meals at Peasants and other issues got in the way of a quiet evening spent in a hog pen listening to the master story teller spin the yarn of The Hog’s history in the New World. Of course, what does it say about us as humans when the only time we allow ourselves to slow down is in a muddy Hog pen where the proper first choice of seating makes all the difference in how the rest of the evening will go. I digress.
Beckham begins;
The times were good for Hogs and Uprights. Fighting between the Smooth Faced and the Hairy was only in small doses, mostly unorganized and localized. Except for the intense savagery and death the skirmishes between the Uprights was not too much unlike the occasional territorial bout seen in the clans of Hogs. Crops were good, wild foods were plentiful and new bands of Uprights making Hog like guttural grunts came to inhabit the land. These new Uprights were quite interested in the Hogs. They lured and kept many of the young Hogs in pens next to their wooden caves of logs. These young ones grew into enormous sizes. On moonless nights some of the Wise Ones from the clans of wild Hogs would sneak into the clusters of wooden caves to speak to these Enormous Hogs. They wanted to learn the secret of their size. Rarely if ever did they find out much. Mostly the Enormous Hogs just slept and they didn’t seem to know much of anything. The Wise Ones began calling them the Ignorants. They didn’t despise them but they cautioned the wild young Hogs to not become like them. Though they didn’t know it at the time these Enormous Hogs would become an negative observation piece among the Uprights with the Upright cautioning their young also to not become as the Enormous Hogs. It seemed the Uprights and the Hogs alike thought this was a bad thing, but the Uprights and Hogs both fed into it. A confusing dilemma.
Beckham paused and looked worried. He asked us if we felt he too had become part of the Enormous Hog trap. We assured him that he, though having put on quite a bit of size since coming to live at Trail’s End was not what we considered an Enormous Hog. As his friends we speculated his daily weight and growth gains were due to his being large boned. Didn’t he still chase the ball and run around his pen to show off his manly outdoor physique to his guests and visitors, we asked? Also perhaps, we advised him, he should consider the long term effects of the “operation” he had shortly before coming to live with us. We explained to him there were many historical references to males among the Uprights that had this same “operation” and they were Uprights of great strength and importance.
“Yes, he agreed, it seems I have heard something about this from the Wise Ones. However, tell me exactly what is this “operation” I was very young when it happened, you know. I mean, what exactly did the Upright doctor do to me anyway? Other than being a bit tender for a few days around my rear hams I haven’t noticed anything different about myself. I felt ok before the “operation;” I felt fine after the “operation.” Was this cosmetic surgery?”
We assured him the surgery was necessary and that the Vet who performed the procedure was highly qualified, a man of some notoriety in his chosen field. This seemed to satisfy Beckham and he resumed his story.
“For us Hogs, the years pass in different ways than you Uprights. We are a greater part of nature than you. You consider yourselves to be the most successful when you have removed the influences of Nature from your day to day lives. Hogs accept Nature and enjoy the differences it gives every day. This makes each day seem to be a reward to itself. Hogs have noticed over the eons that Uprights have brought themselves to a place in Nature where their greatest reward is to live for many suns closed up in the caves of stacked logs and stone, then suddenly they burst out and find the greatest joy in being out among Hogs and others like us. As quickly as you burst out, you retreat back into your caves with an equal amount of joy. Now we as Hogs have had the chance to enter your caves and to be honest we just don’t get it. We see nothing that would cause any Hog to exhibit the same emotions.”
We explained that many Uprights weren’t as hardy and prepared to spend all hours outdoors as Hogs do. Beckham just scoffed, “A cool breeze blowing over me under shady trees on a hot day feels very good indeed. I just nap until I’m hungry or thirsty, I get up eat and drink and go nap again. Sometimes I feel so good and relaxed I just run for the fun of running. I know you fill my water pool and bring me food but I assure you if that stopped I could and would get out of my pen quite easily to find what I needed to live very well. I just don’t understand the lives you Uprights live. Please forgive me if I offend, but this is what happens to me daily - beautiful Upright females come to my pen, bring me choice fruit and vegetables, scratch behind my ears, pat my back and make sweet cooing noises as they call my name. With them come handsome strong Upright males that speak of my great and powerful size. These males seem to admire me in many ways. They are ignored by what I perceive to be their female while she has eyes only for me.
Their females will squat down to my level and hand feed me delicious treats until I can eat no more; then they set the remaining treats on the ground at my feet. They offer NONE to their male, not one scrap yet the male seems to not be bothered in the slightest. I assure you if that was to happen in the society of us Hogs there would be some angry biting and a lot of squealing going on.”
“And another thing, why do some Uprights call me Beckham, others call me Wilber and still others call be Piggy-Piggy? I don’t mind I suppose but why doesn’t anyone call me by my Hog name?”
We told him we did know he had a Hog Name and he told us Uprights didn’t have a lock on naming their young. We asked him his name but we couldn’t understand what he was saying. He repeated it and it was as if a deep rumble came out of his stomach and became a grotesque belch followed by a smacking of the lips. He repeated it one more time and we heard the slightest Hog giggle when he had finished. We became aware he was merely pulling our collective Upright leg. We began to laugh, he began to laugh and we all laughed until tears were in our eyes.
The three of us spoke for long hours that night and many nights since. We have been told many tales by Beckham and we have told him many ourselves. It would be difficult to scribe all these stories yet perhaps one day I will.
You can call him Beckham, Wilber or Piggy-Piggy but what he really likes is to be called, admired and loved. If you take the time to visit you too will soon be able to speak with him and swap stories. He can’t share the wisdom of the ages but he can help you become a better Upright.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I Love These People!
This morning, while doing the Harley Show, I told Harley that Mr. Ziffle had gotten adopted! "That's great, Cousin Nancy!" Harley remarked. "Now, is Mr. Ziffle that cute little wild hog that y'all rescued?"
"No Harley," I said. "David Beckham is our wild hog. Mr. Ziffle is our gigantic black dog—that we all loved—and he's now living in Houston."
"That's right," Harley said. "So how is David Beckham doing? Isn't he going to live at a bed and breakfast?"
"He's doing great, and yes, he's fixin' to get adopted, and go live at the Trails End Guest House." Little did I know—how soon.
"That place is really great," Harley stated. "Becky and I went out there last week, to eat, and to see David and Desiree's place. Their food was delicious, and we loved the cabins." Harley and I visited a little longer, and then my rescue ranch segment was over.
Following breakfast, while I was washing the dishes, the phone rang—I let Carlton take the call. "Hi Nancy and Tony. This is David and Desiree calling. We wanted to know if we could come out this morning and pick up Beckham? Call me at..." I turned off the faucet, and did as I was told!
Desiree and I talked for about five minutes, and we did a lot of laughing. As soon as we hung up on each other, I went outside and told Tony the good news. "Desiree said that they would be here between ten-thirty and eleven o'clock." Tony was thrilled. He then took off to go tell Ben and Aaron the good news.
I then returned to the trailer and called Kinky. After telling him about Beck getting adopted, he told me to please call him, when they got here, so he could come over, to meet D&D, and to say goodbye to Beck. I told him I would. I lied, again, but not intentionally.
I then walked four fast miles with Leslie, cleaned up—and was ready to greet Desiree and David, as soon as they arrived. I passed the time returning phone calls. Around ten-forty-five, I went out to the porch, and saw D&D's big, white truck parked out by the barn! I then called Kinky to tell him that they were here, I grabbed my camera, and then I went outside to greet them—but that never happened.
As I closed the front yard gate, behind me, I saw them driving away! "Was that David and Desiree?" I asked, Aaron and Ben, by the barn.
"Yeah," Aaron said. "They just left with Beck. They were here for about thirty minutes walking around. They had their daughter with them, too, and she might come back and adopt Martha Stewart or L.T."
I was sick that I had missed them, and didn't get to say goodbye to Beck. I went back to the trailer, and punched in D&D's cell phone number. I wanted to apologize to them, for not being there for Beck's adoption. Desiree and David were great about it, and told me not to apologize, and then they invited Tony and me to come visit Beck anytime. I love these people!
When that phone call ended—my dogs started barking—Kinky was here for the adoption, and to have a picnic with Toto and the rest of my gang of furry best friends. He, too, was disappointed about not getting to say goodbye to Beck, and meeting D&D. "They've invited us to come over, anytime, to visit with Beck," I said.
"Good," Kinky said. "Let's do it soon. I already miss that little pig." Kinky had his picnic with my dogs, on the front porch, and then Mr. Green Jeans took him back over to the Lodge.
Around four o'clock, Tony, Ben and I were visiting inside the trailer—talking about the horrible heat wave, and the serious drought that we were going through. So, I went outside to the porch, and then came back inside the trailer. "We're talkin' one hundred and four degrees on the porch." Tony and Ben didn't seem surprised with my weather bulletin.
Ten seconds later, Ben says, "Hey, guys—It's raining outside."
"You're kidding me?" I said, as I looked out the window, and saw that it was pouring! "Come on, let's go outside! This is fantastic! Come on rain!" We all went outside, including the dogs—to watch it rain. We only got about a quarter of an inch of rain, but we were thankful.
Ten minutes later, Ben took off to go check on his girls—Valerie and Penny. I then went inside and called Kinky's cell phone. "Hi Kinky—it's Nancy. I have some great news for you! It just rained, and we got..."
"That's great, Nance," Kinky said. "Do you know that Michael Jackson has just died?" My heart sank.
"Oh, no! I loved Michael Jackson. He was a musical genius, and his life story was so tragic and surreal." Kinky and I talked for a few more minutes. Then I went outside to tell Tony about Michael Jackson dying.
"Michael Jackson is dead?" Tony asked. "And, so is Farrah Fawcett." I was shocked with T.'s news. I knew that Farrah had been fighting a losing battle with cancer, but I could not believe that one of Charlie's Angels was now an angel.
Godspeed—Michael and Farrah. Y'all will always be remembered, and loved for your beauty, and your talents.
It's nearly nine o'clock, and I am fixin' to watch the Michael Jackson special on CBS.
Y'all have a great evening!
P.S. Tone is now on the well side.
"No Harley," I said. "David Beckham is our wild hog. Mr. Ziffle is our gigantic black dog—that we all loved—and he's now living in Houston."
"That's right," Harley said. "So how is David Beckham doing? Isn't he going to live at a bed and breakfast?"
"He's doing great, and yes, he's fixin' to get adopted, and go live at the Trails End Guest House." Little did I know—how soon.
"That place is really great," Harley stated. "Becky and I went out there last week, to eat, and to see David and Desiree's place. Their food was delicious, and we loved the cabins." Harley and I visited a little longer, and then my rescue ranch segment was over.
Following breakfast, while I was washing the dishes, the phone rang—I let Carlton take the call. "Hi Nancy and Tony. This is David and Desiree calling. We wanted to know if we could come out this morning and pick up Beckham? Call me at..." I turned off the faucet, and did as I was told!
Desiree and I talked for about five minutes, and we did a lot of laughing. As soon as we hung up on each other, I went outside and told Tony the good news. "Desiree said that they would be here between ten-thirty and eleven o'clock." Tony was thrilled. He then took off to go tell Ben and Aaron the good news.
I then returned to the trailer and called Kinky. After telling him about Beck getting adopted, he told me to please call him, when they got here, so he could come over, to meet D&D, and to say goodbye to Beck. I told him I would. I lied, again, but not intentionally.
I then walked four fast miles with Leslie, cleaned up—and was ready to greet Desiree and David, as soon as they arrived. I passed the time returning phone calls. Around ten-forty-five, I went out to the porch, and saw D&D's big, white truck parked out by the barn! I then called Kinky to tell him that they were here, I grabbed my camera, and then I went outside to greet them—but that never happened.
As I closed the front yard gate, behind me, I saw them driving away! "Was that David and Desiree?" I asked, Aaron and Ben, by the barn.
"Yeah," Aaron said. "They just left with Beck. They were here for about thirty minutes walking around. They had their daughter with them, too, and she might come back and adopt Martha Stewart or L.T."
I was sick that I had missed them, and didn't get to say goodbye to Beck. I went back to the trailer, and punched in D&D's cell phone number. I wanted to apologize to them, for not being there for Beck's adoption. Desiree and David were great about it, and told me not to apologize, and then they invited Tony and me to come visit Beck anytime. I love these people!
When that phone call ended—my dogs started barking—Kinky was here for the adoption, and to have a picnic with Toto and the rest of my gang of furry best friends. He, too, was disappointed about not getting to say goodbye to Beck, and meeting D&D. "They've invited us to come over, anytime, to visit with Beck," I said.
"Good," Kinky said. "Let's do it soon. I already miss that little pig." Kinky had his picnic with my dogs, on the front porch, and then Mr. Green Jeans took him back over to the Lodge.
Around four o'clock, Tony, Ben and I were visiting inside the trailer—talking about the horrible heat wave, and the serious drought that we were going through. So, I went outside to the porch, and then came back inside the trailer. "We're talkin' one hundred and four degrees on the porch." Tony and Ben didn't seem surprised with my weather bulletin.
Ten seconds later, Ben says, "Hey, guys—It's raining outside."
"You're kidding me?" I said, as I looked out the window, and saw that it was pouring! "Come on, let's go outside! This is fantastic! Come on rain!" We all went outside, including the dogs—to watch it rain. We only got about a quarter of an inch of rain, but we were thankful.
Ten minutes later, Ben took off to go check on his girls—Valerie and Penny. I then went inside and called Kinky's cell phone. "Hi Kinky—it's Nancy. I have some great news for you! It just rained, and we got..."
"That's great, Nance," Kinky said. "Do you know that Michael Jackson has just died?" My heart sank.
"Oh, no! I loved Michael Jackson. He was a musical genius, and his life story was so tragic and surreal." Kinky and I talked for a few more minutes. Then I went outside to tell Tony about Michael Jackson dying.
"Michael Jackson is dead?" Tony asked. "And, so is Farrah Fawcett." I was shocked with T.'s news. I knew that Farrah had been fighting a losing battle with cancer, but I could not believe that one of Charlie's Angels was now an angel.
Godspeed—Michael and Farrah. Y'all will always be remembered, and loved for your beauty, and your talents.
It's nearly nine o'clock, and I am fixin' to watch the Michael Jackson special on CBS.
Y'all have a great evening!
P.S. Tone is now on the well side.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Bad Timing!
Today has been great! This morning I walked five fast miles with Leslie, and then I decided to try out, one of Carol's loaned Pilates DVDs, to see if i liked doing Pilates.
I paused the DVD, right after it started, because I realized that I needed a mat to sit or lay on. I don't have a mat, so I borrowed a blue, and a red mat from our dogs, since they never use them, because they always sleep on our chairs. I put them on the floor and then hit the play button—to continue my first Pilates workout! Here is a picture of my layout:
The instructor then introduces herself, and tells me what I am in for, for the next twenty-two minutes, and then she asks me to sit down on my mat(s) with her. So far—so good! As she is explaining some of the techniques and positions, my dogs jumped out of the chairs and started sniffing me—to make sure I was all right. Then I hear Kermit pull up outside, and looked out the window, while I was trying to make that 'C' position.
Tony and Aaron were getting out of Kermit, then I heard the gate open! Great, that's the last thing I needed to happen! I didn't want them walking in, and seeing me sprawled out on the floor. Why? Because, first off, Tone would think that I had died, from walking all of those miles, and then probably have a heart attack, right then and there, and secondly, I didn't want Aaron seeing me in my workout sweats. It was bad timing all around.
Fortunately, the guys didn't come inside the trailer—they went to the garden, instead! Trying to concentrate on my breathing, etc. was difficult for me, because suddenly I thought of a scorpion—attacking me, while I was down, and it terrified me! So, I grabbed the clicker—and clicked. I was done.
I know that Pilates is a great form of exercise, but unfortunately it is not for me. My dogs seemed relieved when i got up from the floor, because they went back to their chairs to nap, and I hit the shower.
I did paperwork most of the morning and returned some phone calls and e-mails. Carol had sent me two e's about what time we should leave to go the open house at Desiree and David Farrar's—Trail's End Guest House. After about five funny e-mail exhanges with her, we decided on 5:45! And that, will make us 'fashionably late!' I like that.
Around eleven-thirty, just as I had finished making lunch, Kinky showed up at the trailer! "Nance, I am fixin' to head out now..."
We visited for a few minutes, out on the porch, and then I invited him to join us for lunch.
"What's for lunch and how soon?"
"Chicken Salad sandwiches, homemade chicken vegetable soup—and right now," I answered.
"Sounds good," Kinky said, as he stepped inside the trailer, "I'll just have half of a sandwich. No soup. And it better be all organic," he teased. Kinky loves to tease me about eating organically.
Needless to say, Kinky loved his half sandwich, and he told me that it was really delicious. Then he excused himself, and headed out.
Before washing the dishes, I called Wolfmueller's Books. "Hi Jon, this is Nancy. Carol, Tony and I are going to the Trail's End party tonight and I was wondering if y'all were going to go?"
"No," Jon said. "We're going tomorrow night. We got an invitation from them, and they invited us for the twenty-first."
"What?" I asked. "I've got their invitation right here, and it says for May 20th—tonight. I guess they must be doing it, two nights in a row, because of so many people. Why don't y'all go tonight with us? David and Desiree told me that I could bring as many guests as I want. I'm sure that they wouldn't mind, if y'all came a day early."
"Sandy's at home. Let me call her. Bye," Jon said.
Two minutes later, the phone rang—the Caller I.D. showed it was Jon, so I picked up the handset. "Hi Jon. Are y'all going tonight?" All I heard was Jon—laughing!
"Yes, Nancy," Jon said, in between laughs. Sandy checked our invitation, and it is for tonight, too." Then we both started laughing!
"Thank goodness I called you, Jon," I said. "I can just see it now. You and Sandy showing up tomorrow night, at sixish, with Desiree and David being totally exhausted, from tonight's party, and them wondering why the heck y'all are standing on their front porch—ready to party!" Then we both started laughing, again.
"I know," Jon said. "When are y'all getting there?"
"We decided to be fashionably late, so we should be there around six-fifteen. Carol, Tony and I can't wait to go see their place! I know that it will be lots of fun, too!"
"Okay, we'll see y'all tonight," Jon said. "Bye."
I wrote this blog this afternoon, and scheduled it to post at 9:00 tonight, right about the time when Tony and I will be getting home and going to bed early, because i am doing the Harley Show in the morning. This is where the party was. I'll blog about the party tomorrow.
We're fixin' to have a wonderful evening with friends! Y'all have a great evening, too!
I paused the DVD, right after it started, because I realized that I needed a mat to sit or lay on. I don't have a mat, so I borrowed a blue, and a red mat from our dogs, since they never use them, because they always sleep on our chairs. I put them on the floor and then hit the play button—to continue my first Pilates workout! Here is a picture of my layout:
The instructor then introduces herself, and tells me what I am in for, for the next twenty-two minutes, and then she asks me to sit down on my mat(s) with her. So far—so good! As she is explaining some of the techniques and positions, my dogs jumped out of the chairs and started sniffing me—to make sure I was all right. Then I hear Kermit pull up outside, and looked out the window, while I was trying to make that 'C' position.
Tony and Aaron were getting out of Kermit, then I heard the gate open! Great, that's the last thing I needed to happen! I didn't want them walking in, and seeing me sprawled out on the floor. Why? Because, first off, Tone would think that I had died, from walking all of those miles, and then probably have a heart attack, right then and there, and secondly, I didn't want Aaron seeing me in my workout sweats. It was bad timing all around.
Fortunately, the guys didn't come inside the trailer—they went to the garden, instead! Trying to concentrate on my breathing, etc. was difficult for me, because suddenly I thought of a scorpion—attacking me, while I was down, and it terrified me! So, I grabbed the clicker—and clicked. I was done.
I know that Pilates is a great form of exercise, but unfortunately it is not for me. My dogs seemed relieved when i got up from the floor, because they went back to their chairs to nap, and I hit the shower.
I did paperwork most of the morning and returned some phone calls and e-mails. Carol had sent me two e's about what time we should leave to go the open house at Desiree and David Farrar's—Trail's End Guest House. After about five funny e-mail exhanges with her, we decided on 5:45! And that, will make us 'fashionably late!' I like that.
Around eleven-thirty, just as I had finished making lunch, Kinky showed up at the trailer! "Nance, I am fixin' to head out now..."
We visited for a few minutes, out on the porch, and then I invited him to join us for lunch.
"What's for lunch and how soon?"
"Chicken Salad sandwiches, homemade chicken vegetable soup—and right now," I answered.
"Sounds good," Kinky said, as he stepped inside the trailer, "I'll just have half of a sandwich. No soup. And it better be all organic," he teased. Kinky loves to tease me about eating organically.
Needless to say, Kinky loved his half sandwich, and he told me that it was really delicious. Then he excused himself, and headed out.
Before washing the dishes, I called Wolfmueller's Books. "Hi Jon, this is Nancy. Carol, Tony and I are going to the Trail's End party tonight and I was wondering if y'all were going to go?"
"No," Jon said. "We're going tomorrow night. We got an invitation from them, and they invited us for the twenty-first."
"What?" I asked. "I've got their invitation right here, and it says for May 20th—tonight. I guess they must be doing it, two nights in a row, because of so many people. Why don't y'all go tonight with us? David and Desiree told me that I could bring as many guests as I want. I'm sure that they wouldn't mind, if y'all came a day early."
"Sandy's at home. Let me call her. Bye," Jon said.
Two minutes later, the phone rang—the Caller I.D. showed it was Jon, so I picked up the handset. "Hi Jon. Are y'all going tonight?" All I heard was Jon—laughing!
"Yes, Nancy," Jon said, in between laughs. Sandy checked our invitation, and it is for tonight, too." Then we both started laughing!
"Thank goodness I called you, Jon," I said. "I can just see it now. You and Sandy showing up tomorrow night, at sixish, with Desiree and David being totally exhausted, from tonight's party, and them wondering why the heck y'all are standing on their front porch—ready to party!" Then we both started laughing, again.
"I know," Jon said. "When are y'all getting there?"
"We decided to be fashionably late, so we should be there around six-fifteen. Carol, Tony and I can't wait to go see their place! I know that it will be lots of fun, too!"
"Okay, we'll see y'all tonight," Jon said. "Bye."
I wrote this blog this afternoon, and scheduled it to post at 9:00 tonight, right about the time when Tony and I will be getting home and going to bed early, because i am doing the Harley Show in the morning. This is where the party was. I'll blog about the party tomorrow.
We're fixin' to have a wonderful evening with friends! Y'all have a great evening, too!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I Was A Gracious Loser, Again!
This morning I walked eight fast miles! Yeah! I did eight miles, because yesterday I ate a piece of carrot cake and a couple of cookies. I guess I was needing some comfort food yesterday. As soon as I had cleaned up after my workout—I spent my morning doing paper work and returning many phone calls.
For lunch, I made homemade chicken vegetable soup, and chicken salad. This time, I hand chopped the celery, apple and nuts and, I am proud to say, that our meal was delicious and healthy, and Tony loved it! Kinky called while I was washing the dishes, "Nance, are you there? Who's getting the mail today? Call me." Click.
A few minutes later, I returned Kinky's phone call. "Kinky, I will get the mail, and bring it over. Tony's gone to Medina to get some hog feed," I said. "I'll be over there in about fifteen minutes." Once again—I lied, but not on purpose. Then Buttermilk and I took off to go get the mail.
As we were on our way back to the ranch, with the mail, I saw Lana, the super nice woman, who adopted Muffy and Max—our two adorable, but somewhat lunatic poodles! We visited for about ten or fifteen minutes—talking about her 'Dynamic Duo' and their latest escapades! There was much laughing, as Muffy and Max took turns barking at me, and then wagging their tails wildly! They are still a handful, and are truly, two of the luckiest poodles in Texas! Thank you Lana—you're definitely going to heaven for adopting those two little, rowdy rascals!
After giving Kinky his mail, he and I talked about the upcoming June 13th event. Then he challenged me to another game of pool! Our game was fast—and I lost, with five balls still remaining on the table. And, please note—I was a gracious loser, too. Then Buttermilk took me home. When T. got home, I told him about Kinky beating me in pool.
A couple of hours later—Kinky called, again. "Nance, Perky is scratching like crazy. Can you come over and help me put some drops on her?" Six minutes later, while Kinky was in the middle of an important conference call—I put the preventative flea and tick drops on Perk's back. Then I went outside and played with the Friedmans, until Kinky came outside. He and I had a short visit by the Friedman Family Bone Orchard, and then I came back home, again.
When I returned home, I answered more e-mails and returned more phone calls. Around four-thirty, Kinky called, again! "Nance, FedEx just delivered the jacket artwork for the 'Pet Files' book, and it is absolutely beautiful! I know that I have asked you to come over twice today—but I can't wait for you to see this! Can you come over?"
"Tony, Kinky just called me. He wants me to come over there, so he can show me the jacket artwork for 'Kinky Friedman's Celebrity Pet Files,' book, okay? I'll be right back."
"Wait a minute. I want to go, too, Nance," Tone said. Four minutes later, Tony and I were admiring the beautiful jacket cover artwork—in Kinky's kitchen. It was totally awesome!
"Kinky, this is the best jacket cover—that you have ever had! I love it!" I said. "You look great, and their's Goo, Brownie, Chum, Perk, and David Beckham, too! You know that Beck is leaving this week, to go live at the Trails End Guest House, bed and breakfast?"
"I know. I'm really going to miss Beck," Kinky said. "Are we going to be able to visit him?" My answer was yes, then I was interrupted.
"Kinky, let's play a game of pool," Tony said, as he was racking up the pool balls.
"Sure, Tone. You want me to beat you, too?" Kinky teased. "I beat Nance earlier today. I'm on a roll..."
It was a fast, exciting game! As Tony and I were fixin' to leave the Lodge, Kinky said, "Nance, be sure to blog, that I was a gracious loser, again." I promised Kinky that I would. Tony Rules!
Y'all have a great evening!
P.S. Today, I received an e-mail from my good friend, Pat S.! She is the multi-talented woman, who is our web master for the utopiarescue.com—web site! She told me that Ghost Dog, aka Nash—now Bernie, and Kahlua—who is now Brandi, are doing fantastic and they get along great with Taylor (Taylor, aka Jane Fonda, that she adopted from us last year)! Pat and Harold have had the dogs teeth cleaned, and they had Kahlua, I mean Brandi, tested for thyroid, because she is so fat. Fortunately, Brandi is just fat, and she is now on a diet! Pat told me that Kahlua is now up to walking two miles a day, before tiring, and Bernie is doing fabulous, but they are having to watch him around their kitty. And, Pat told me that Brandi loves the kitten, and gives her big sloppy kisses! I am so glad that y'all have our dogs! You and Harold Rock—Big Time!"
For lunch, I made homemade chicken vegetable soup, and chicken salad. This time, I hand chopped the celery, apple and nuts and, I am proud to say, that our meal was delicious and healthy, and Tony loved it! Kinky called while I was washing the dishes, "Nance, are you there? Who's getting the mail today? Call me." Click.
A few minutes later, I returned Kinky's phone call. "Kinky, I will get the mail, and bring it over. Tony's gone to Medina to get some hog feed," I said. "I'll be over there in about fifteen minutes." Once again—I lied, but not on purpose. Then Buttermilk and I took off to go get the mail.
As we were on our way back to the ranch, with the mail, I saw Lana, the super nice woman, who adopted Muffy and Max—our two adorable, but somewhat lunatic poodles! We visited for about ten or fifteen minutes—talking about her 'Dynamic Duo' and their latest escapades! There was much laughing, as Muffy and Max took turns barking at me, and then wagging their tails wildly! They are still a handful, and are truly, two of the luckiest poodles in Texas! Thank you Lana—you're definitely going to heaven for adopting those two little, rowdy rascals!
After giving Kinky his mail, he and I talked about the upcoming June 13th event. Then he challenged me to another game of pool! Our game was fast—and I lost, with five balls still remaining on the table. And, please note—I was a gracious loser, too. Then Buttermilk took me home. When T. got home, I told him about Kinky beating me in pool.
A couple of hours later—Kinky called, again. "Nance, Perky is scratching like crazy. Can you come over and help me put some drops on her?" Six minutes later, while Kinky was in the middle of an important conference call—I put the preventative flea and tick drops on Perk's back. Then I went outside and played with the Friedmans, until Kinky came outside. He and I had a short visit by the Friedman Family Bone Orchard, and then I came back home, again.
When I returned home, I answered more e-mails and returned more phone calls. Around four-thirty, Kinky called, again! "Nance, FedEx just delivered the jacket artwork for the 'Pet Files' book, and it is absolutely beautiful! I know that I have asked you to come over twice today—but I can't wait for you to see this! Can you come over?"
"Tony, Kinky just called me. He wants me to come over there, so he can show me the jacket artwork for 'Kinky Friedman's Celebrity Pet Files,' book, okay? I'll be right back."
"Wait a minute. I want to go, too, Nance," Tone said. Four minutes later, Tony and I were admiring the beautiful jacket cover artwork—in Kinky's kitchen. It was totally awesome!
"Kinky, this is the best jacket cover—that you have ever had! I love it!" I said. "You look great, and their's Goo, Brownie, Chum, Perk, and David Beckham, too! You know that Beck is leaving this week, to go live at the Trails End Guest House, bed and breakfast?"
"I know. I'm really going to miss Beck," Kinky said. "Are we going to be able to visit him?" My answer was yes, then I was interrupted.
"Kinky, let's play a game of pool," Tony said, as he was racking up the pool balls.
"Sure, Tone. You want me to beat you, too?" Kinky teased. "I beat Nance earlier today. I'm on a roll..."
It was a fast, exciting game! As Tony and I were fixin' to leave the Lodge, Kinky said, "Nance, be sure to blog, that I was a gracious loser, again." I promised Kinky that I would. Tony Rules!
Y'all have a great evening!
P.S. Today, I received an e-mail from my good friend, Pat S.! She is the multi-talented woman, who is our web master for the utopiarescue.com—web site! She told me that Ghost Dog, aka Nash—now Bernie, and Kahlua—who is now Brandi, are doing fantastic and they get along great with Taylor (Taylor, aka Jane Fonda, that she adopted from us last year)! Pat and Harold have had the dogs teeth cleaned, and they had Kahlua, I mean Brandi, tested for thyroid, because she is so fat. Fortunately, Brandi is just fat, and she is now on a diet! Pat told me that Kahlua is now up to walking two miles a day, before tiring, and Bernie is doing fabulous, but they are having to watch him around their kitty. And, Pat told me that Brandi loves the kitten, and gives her big sloppy kisses! I am so glad that y'all have our dogs! You and Harold Rock—Big Time!"
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Long Live The Queens!
Today was a great day, again! This morning I did The Harley Show, at 7:45! Baxter Black was Harley's Pet of the Week. We had a fun time talking about Mr. Ziffle going to the Trails End Guest House, and Hannah Montana finding her forever home!
This afternoon, Jim Boyd, from Boyd's Appliance, in Sabinal, Texas—delivered our new Speed Queen washer and dryer—Queen Bee and Airy Queen! I don't know who was happier, Tone or me, because our dirty clothes were piled up, to our eight foot ceiling, in the trailer!
While the men were outside, I said goodbye to Mr. and Miss Tubby, and then thanked them for all of their hard work. Then they left the trailer speechless!
OMG! As soon as they were gone, Tony and I were shocked at the mess they had left behind—we're talkin' true trailer trash! There were piles of old dog hair, which included an unused hairy paint brush, a furry blue fly swatter, several coins, a couple of drill bits and a few hair-covered socks! I was so embarrassed! "Nance!" Tony said, with excitement. "Here's my fly swatter!" I sighed. Then T. began sweeping as I vacuumed up—our seven year collection of 'never could find' relics and dust bunnies.
Jim Boyd, and his co-worker, brought in Queen Bee and hooked her up! It was love at first sight—she was beautiful! Next came Airy Queen! He was beautiful, too! Then after signing some paperwork, and writing a check, Jim and his buddy left the rescue ranch, and then we did, too.
Tone and I went to Kerrville, to run some errands. We first stopped off, for a short visit with Sandy and Jon Wolfmueller and then we ran our errands, then Buttermilk returned us safely to the rescue ranch.
As soon as we were home, I started a load of clothes in Queen Bee. When she had completed her job, I let Tony, be the first to load Airy! After figuring out his settings—T. pushed the right buttons, and Airy did his thing!
We love our Speed Queens! Long Live The Queens! Y'all have a great evening! I've got some clothes to fold.
This afternoon, Jim Boyd, from Boyd's Appliance, in Sabinal, Texas—delivered our new Speed Queen washer and dryer—Queen Bee and Airy Queen! I don't know who was happier, Tone or me, because our dirty clothes were piled up, to our eight foot ceiling, in the trailer!
While the men were outside, I said goodbye to Mr. and Miss Tubby, and then thanked them for all of their hard work. Then they left the trailer speechless!
OMG! As soon as they were gone, Tony and I were shocked at the mess they had left behind—we're talkin' true trailer trash! There were piles of old dog hair, which included an unused hairy paint brush, a furry blue fly swatter, several coins, a couple of drill bits and a few hair-covered socks! I was so embarrassed! "Nance!" Tony said, with excitement. "Here's my fly swatter!" I sighed. Then T. began sweeping as I vacuumed up—our seven year collection of 'never could find' relics and dust bunnies.
Jim Boyd, and his co-worker, brought in Queen Bee and hooked her up! It was love at first sight—she was beautiful! Next came Airy Queen! He was beautiful, too! Then after signing some paperwork, and writing a check, Jim and his buddy left the rescue ranch, and then we did, too.
Tone and I went to Kerrville, to run some errands. We first stopped off, for a short visit with Sandy and Jon Wolfmueller and then we ran our errands, then Buttermilk returned us safely to the rescue ranch.
As soon as we were home, I started a load of clothes in Queen Bee. When she had completed her job, I let Tony, be the first to load Airy! After figuring out his settings—T. pushed the right buttons, and Airy did his thing!
We love our Speed Queens! Long Live The Queens! Y'all have a great evening! I've got some clothes to fold.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The Life And Times Of Mr. Ziffle!
This morning after reading Rick's e-mails, the phone rang. "Hello Nancy, this is David Farrar, at The Trails End Guest House. Can I have your e-mail address? I want to send you a story that I wrote about Mr. Ziffle?"
I gave David my address. "How is Mr. Ziffle doing?"
"He is doing fantastic! And, he is so smart! We love him and he is happy."
"Any cat trouble?" I reluctantly asked, as I crossed my fingers and eyes!
David sorta laughed. I didn't. "A little while ago, Ziff went through the doggie door, to go outside, and he didn't know that there was a cat, on the other side—waiting for him. When our cat saw him, she whacked him real hard on the nose! He's okay, and no longer wants anything to do with our cats—he's scared of them!" We both laughed.
I am so happy that Mr. Ziffle finally found his forever home, I mean his super forever home! He really lucked out with David and Desiree! Here is David's story about Mr. Ziffle. Tony and I love it and I can't wait for Kinky to read it! Y'all have a great evening! I am, because this has been one really great day for me!
Here ya' go.
Cousin Nancy,
Just an update from all that's happened with the Ziffer. First, all is good. He understands the dog door after Desiree and Tala (our other dog) went in and out a few times to show him the ropes. (Actually Desiree didn't go through the door, bad knees, but she would have if she had needed to. She has the patience of a Saint.) Ziffer was pretty excited with all the new smells but he has calmed down and is now just one of the family at Trail's End. He's a very smart and learned dog for such a young age. He learned a lot from his birth mother and late last night he passed on to Tala some of his stories.
As I am an early riser, Tala woke when I did, took me to the side this morning about 4:am and passed on to me the true tale of Mr. Ziffell.
The story begins back in the early 1920's when a man going by the nom de plume B Traven traveled into the northern range of the Serria Madre Oriental with his constant companion, a pure bred male black German Shepherd. During his travels in the area he was befriended by a group of local intellectuals who, upon his departure, gave him a tamed Mexican Wolf. They entrusted him with this female wolf as they felt he could smuggle the wolf out of Mexico and somehow perhaps preserve the species, which had been all but eradicated throughout all of Mexico just few years earlier. They locals knew and understood Traven to be a person disgruntled with Capitalism and they hoped he would share their vision of all things wild to be free and above the taming hand of progress. While they didn't completely share all his views, they knew to save their last native wolf they would need someone with a radical outlook.
Traven retreated to Tampico and waited for a ship back to post Kiser Germany. During the interim, nature took it's course. The Shepherd and the Wolf hit it off in a big way and before he knew it Traven had a brood of seven puppies to contend with. Not being able to handle all the animals, Traven took a great amount of time and found a kindly low level public official and gave he and his family five of the pups. Traven then departed into the future and nothing of the departing Shepherd, Wolf and puppies are known. Since Traven was always a mysterious figure one can only imagine what stories those animals saw and lived.
Of the pups left in Tampico, they enjoyed a good life. The official and his family took extra care of them. As the pups grew up they were taken into areas of northern Chihuahua to breed with other known surviving wolf mixes. In 1947 an American movie production company came into Tampico to make a movie about three American drifters searching for gold. During the filming the Mexican official was able to secure a small bit part for two of his adult children as locals. His children were well educated and spoke fluent English. They quickly became friends with one of the actors, Tim Holt. Holt introduced them to Humphrey Bogart and others of the production company. As the filming was completed the two wanted to present a gift to their new American friends. They gave one of the cast members two dogs that were in the direct linage of Traven's breeding pair.
(Mr. Ziffel said his family wasn't sure who in the production company received the puppies, among most dogs all humans look alike.)
The production company member left along with everyone else but along the way the puppies were held up in quarantine. There was a question of worms or something. (Mr. Ziffel is a little sensitive on the discussion of worms. It is the feeling of dogs universally that worms are caused by eating after humans. In the view of dogs Humans are not known to be the cleanest of animals. They have never been witnessed grooming their anal area in the correct fashion and rarely do they approach and evaluate another human correctly; I.E. polite butt sniffing to ascertain the other Human's hygiene habits.)
By the time the puppies had cleared customs the contact for the crew member was lost. The crew member had been trying to get custody of the pups but was called out of the country again for a location shoot. He left contact info for a friend to pick up the pups but when the friend went to Customs the pups had been returned to Mexico.
The Mexican official's family gladly took in the returning pups. Due to growing health problems of living in an industrialized area the family moved into the northern reaches of the Sonoran Desert, close to the Arizona border. Here the generations of the families, both human and wolf dog alike thrived and prospered. There was, in the late 1970's a resurgence of interest of preserving the Mexican wolf. Some of the descendants of the original breeding pair that belonged to Traven were sent to be part of the experiment. Some things went awry and in the Carlsbad project the pack meant to be released were instead scheduled to be euthanized in 1997.
A young male was able to escape and with many trials and tribulations he made his way to Texas. He lived as many things; street dog, a short stint as a drug dog, junk yard dog and finally ending up as the loving companion to an aging Hippy desert rat living in a small travel trailer just east of Sanderson, Texas. As an aging male one of his last acts was to mate with a full blood black German Shepherd that happened to stop, with its owners, at the Hippy's trailer looking to buy some desert rock carvings.
From there, as Mr. Ziffel would say, the rest is history. Now, Tala says he doesn't know that Mr. Ziffle's story is 100% true, but why would he make it up?
We will pass along more as we find out.
Thanks,
D&D
I gave David my address. "How is Mr. Ziffle doing?"
"He is doing fantastic! And, he is so smart! We love him and he is happy."
"Any cat trouble?" I reluctantly asked, as I crossed my fingers and eyes!
David sorta laughed. I didn't. "A little while ago, Ziff went through the doggie door, to go outside, and he didn't know that there was a cat, on the other side—waiting for him. When our cat saw him, she whacked him real hard on the nose! He's okay, and no longer wants anything to do with our cats—he's scared of them!" We both laughed.
I am so happy that Mr. Ziffle finally found his forever home, I mean his super forever home! He really lucked out with David and Desiree! Here is David's story about Mr. Ziffle. Tony and I love it and I can't wait for Kinky to read it! Y'all have a great evening! I am, because this has been one really great day for me!
Here ya' go.
Cousin Nancy,
Just an update from all that's happened with the Ziffer. First, all is good. He understands the dog door after Desiree and Tala (our other dog) went in and out a few times to show him the ropes. (Actually Desiree didn't go through the door, bad knees, but she would have if she had needed to. She has the patience of a Saint.) Ziffer was pretty excited with all the new smells but he has calmed down and is now just one of the family at Trail's End. He's a very smart and learned dog for such a young age. He learned a lot from his birth mother and late last night he passed on to Tala some of his stories.
As I am an early riser, Tala woke when I did, took me to the side this morning about 4:am and passed on to me the true tale of Mr. Ziffell.
The story begins back in the early 1920's when a man going by the nom de plume B Traven traveled into the northern range of the Serria Madre Oriental with his constant companion, a pure bred male black German Shepherd. During his travels in the area he was befriended by a group of local intellectuals who, upon his departure, gave him a tamed Mexican Wolf. They entrusted him with this female wolf as they felt he could smuggle the wolf out of Mexico and somehow perhaps preserve the species, which had been all but eradicated throughout all of Mexico just few years earlier. They locals knew and understood Traven to be a person disgruntled with Capitalism and they hoped he would share their vision of all things wild to be free and above the taming hand of progress. While they didn't completely share all his views, they knew to save their last native wolf they would need someone with a radical outlook.
Traven retreated to Tampico and waited for a ship back to post Kiser Germany. During the interim, nature took it's course. The Shepherd and the Wolf hit it off in a big way and before he knew it Traven had a brood of seven puppies to contend with. Not being able to handle all the animals, Traven took a great amount of time and found a kindly low level public official and gave he and his family five of the pups. Traven then departed into the future and nothing of the departing Shepherd, Wolf and puppies are known. Since Traven was always a mysterious figure one can only imagine what stories those animals saw and lived.
Of the pups left in Tampico, they enjoyed a good life. The official and his family took extra care of them. As the pups grew up they were taken into areas of northern Chihuahua to breed with other known surviving wolf mixes. In 1947 an American movie production company came into Tampico to make a movie about three American drifters searching for gold. During the filming the Mexican official was able to secure a small bit part for two of his adult children as locals. His children were well educated and spoke fluent English. They quickly became friends with one of the actors, Tim Holt. Holt introduced them to Humphrey Bogart and others of the production company. As the filming was completed the two wanted to present a gift to their new American friends. They gave one of the cast members two dogs that were in the direct linage of Traven's breeding pair.
(Mr. Ziffel said his family wasn't sure who in the production company received the puppies, among most dogs all humans look alike.)
The production company member left along with everyone else but along the way the puppies were held up in quarantine. There was a question of worms or something. (Mr. Ziffel is a little sensitive on the discussion of worms. It is the feeling of dogs universally that worms are caused by eating after humans. In the view of dogs Humans are not known to be the cleanest of animals. They have never been witnessed grooming their anal area in the correct fashion and rarely do they approach and evaluate another human correctly; I.E. polite butt sniffing to ascertain the other Human's hygiene habits.)
By the time the puppies had cleared customs the contact for the crew member was lost. The crew member had been trying to get custody of the pups but was called out of the country again for a location shoot. He left contact info for a friend to pick up the pups but when the friend went to Customs the pups had been returned to Mexico.
The Mexican official's family gladly took in the returning pups. Due to growing health problems of living in an industrialized area the family moved into the northern reaches of the Sonoran Desert, close to the Arizona border. Here the generations of the families, both human and wolf dog alike thrived and prospered. There was, in the late 1970's a resurgence of interest of preserving the Mexican wolf. Some of the descendants of the original breeding pair that belonged to Traven were sent to be part of the experiment. Some things went awry and in the Carlsbad project the pack meant to be released were instead scheduled to be euthanized in 1997.
A young male was able to escape and with many trials and tribulations he made his way to Texas. He lived as many things; street dog, a short stint as a drug dog, junk yard dog and finally ending up as the loving companion to an aging Hippy desert rat living in a small travel trailer just east of Sanderson, Texas. As an aging male one of his last acts was to mate with a full blood black German Shepherd that happened to stop, with its owners, at the Hippy's trailer looking to buy some desert rock carvings.
From there, as Mr. Ziffel would say, the rest is history. Now, Tala says he doesn't know that Mr. Ziffle's story is 100% true, but why would he make it up?
We will pass along more as we find out.
Thanks,
D&D
Monday, April 6, 2009
Ringo Starr!
This morning, I was up and running by five-thirty, because Bess called. When I heard her talking on the answering machine, I got out of bed. For someone, who is in their nineties, who never seems to sleep—Bess always makes my day with her phone calls!
After putting the dogs outside, I called Bess back, and we had a fun conversation. We talked about it not freezing last night, and her new exercise regime. She swims for an hour every day! Maybe I should start swimming, too? Just kidding—I don't have the time to do that or a pool.
I did my five mile walk, after cleaning up the kitchen, and I am glad that I took yesterday off, because my knee was no longer hurting, and my workout seemed much easier for me.
Now, I have some really great news to tell y'all! Mr. Ziffle got adopted today, at one-forty-five, to Dave and Desiree, our new friends, who own and operate, the beautiful bed and breakfast— 'Trails End Guest House' right outside of Kerrville!
Before Desiree and David came out, I had called Kinky, to tell him about Ziff's upcoming adoption, and he told me that he wanted to meet D & D, and asked me to please call him when they arrived, so he could meet them, and be there for the adoption.
At eleven-thirty-six, Kinky showed up at the rescue ranch, to meet Desiree and David, but they were running late, so he visited with Tony, Aaron and me instead, before taking off for Kerrville—to have lunch, with some old family friends.
When Desiree and David arrived, after hugs and handshakes, Desiree quickly filled out Mr. Z's adoption form, then we visited for a few more minutes, before Aaron took Mr. Ziffle out of his pen—to be with his new family. Ziff seemed to know that D & D were now his, and he jumped up to kiss them—with his tail wagging wildly! I tried to take some pictures of the adoption, but unfortunately they didn't turn out good enough. I wish that I had taken a few more—darn it.
When it was time for David and Desiree to leave, Aaron had to pick up Ziff, because he was a little scared to load up into the backseat of their truck cab.
Kinky called me around four o'clock, to tell me that his friend, Brent, who works closely with Ringo Starr, was coming out for a visit, and Kink invited me to come over to meet him when he arrived. He then asked me about Ziffleman, and I told him all about the great adoption. Kinky was thrilled about it! He loves Mr. Ziffle, and wanted to adopt him, but couldn't because The Friedmans are all too old, and it wouldn't be fair to them.
Early this evening, Desiree called to tell me that Mr. Ziffle was doing great! He and their other dog were already best friends, and getting along great! There had been a little scuffle with a cat, but overall, it looked like the adoption was going to stick! She told me that Mr. Ziffle seemed happy to be there, and they had already fallen in love with him! In fact, David was writing a poem about him—out on their patio! How cool is that!
Y'all have a great evening! It is supposed to freeze in the morning, and I hope it doesn't. It is nine o'clock now, and I am going to bed! Sweet dreams.
After putting the dogs outside, I called Bess back, and we had a fun conversation. We talked about it not freezing last night, and her new exercise regime. She swims for an hour every day! Maybe I should start swimming, too? Just kidding—I don't have the time to do that or a pool.
I did my five mile walk, after cleaning up the kitchen, and I am glad that I took yesterday off, because my knee was no longer hurting, and my workout seemed much easier for me.
Now, I have some really great news to tell y'all! Mr. Ziffle got adopted today, at one-forty-five, to Dave and Desiree, our new friends, who own and operate, the beautiful bed and breakfast— 'Trails End Guest House' right outside of Kerrville!
Before Desiree and David came out, I had called Kinky, to tell him about Ziff's upcoming adoption, and he told me that he wanted to meet D & D, and asked me to please call him when they arrived, so he could meet them, and be there for the adoption.
At eleven-thirty-six, Kinky showed up at the rescue ranch, to meet Desiree and David, but they were running late, so he visited with Tony, Aaron and me instead, before taking off for Kerrville—to have lunch, with some old family friends.
When Desiree and David arrived, after hugs and handshakes, Desiree quickly filled out Mr. Z's adoption form, then we visited for a few more minutes, before Aaron took Mr. Ziffle out of his pen—to be with his new family. Ziff seemed to know that D & D were now his, and he jumped up to kiss them—with his tail wagging wildly! I tried to take some pictures of the adoption, but unfortunately they didn't turn out good enough. I wish that I had taken a few more—darn it.
When it was time for David and Desiree to leave, Aaron had to pick up Ziff, because he was a little scared to load up into the backseat of their truck cab.
Kinky called me around four o'clock, to tell me that his friend, Brent, who works closely with Ringo Starr, was coming out for a visit, and Kink invited me to come over to meet him when he arrived. He then asked me about Ziffleman, and I told him all about the great adoption. Kinky was thrilled about it! He loves Mr. Ziffle, and wanted to adopt him, but couldn't because The Friedmans are all too old, and it wouldn't be fair to them.
Early this evening, Desiree called to tell me that Mr. Ziffle was doing great! He and their other dog were already best friends, and getting along great! There had been a little scuffle with a cat, but overall, it looked like the adoption was going to stick! She told me that Mr. Ziffle seemed happy to be there, and they had already fallen in love with him! In fact, David was writing a poem about him—out on their patio! How cool is that!
Y'all have a great evening! It is supposed to freeze in the morning, and I hope it doesn't. It is nine o'clock now, and I am going to bed! Sweet dreams.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Big As A Tool Shed!
Oh boy! Do I have lots of great news to tell! First off, let me backtrack to yesterday evening, while Tony and I were over at Carol's ranch, visiting with her and Lorri. Somewhere, in between our laughing and sharing funny stories, Carol says, "Nancy, you are going to have to change your profile. You are not 'bigger than a barn.' I think you should change it to 'big as a tool shed!'" That caused all of us to burst out laughing! I told Carol that I would think about it.
This morning, by ten o'clock, I had done all of my daily chores, and walked another five fast miles! At ten-thirty, Linda T. arrived, to walk our dogs! She and Aaron immediately started their dog walking! Tony then comes into the trailer, to tell me that he has to take off for Bandera—to rent a garden tiller.
So, I went outside and found Josh, a very nice young man, who works for us occassionally. "Josh, will you come help me put together a table, that I bought yesterday at J. C. Penney's? It's in the Space Ship."
Josh, followed me to the Space Ship and we went inside. I showed him the box and he went to work. In no time flat, the table parts were out of the box. As I was holding the base parts together, so he could screw them together—our dogs began barking! I looked out the window and saw a cute PT Cruiser coming into the rescue ranch. "Josh, I need to go see who that is. I'll be back." I then exited my spacecraft to greet the visitors.
"Hi, I'm Nancy, welcome to..."
"Hi Cousin Nancy! It is so great to meet you! I'm Maridee and this is my friend, Karen." They got out of the car, and we shook hands. "We are fans of Kinky and have read all of his books. Karen lives in Kerrville and I will be soon—and I can't wait to move here! We are both from California..."
I liked these two cheerful women—they were fun. "Well, why don't y'all let me give y'all a tour of the rescue ranch." The three of us took off. As we visited, I introduced them to everyone of our dogs. They seemed to really enjoy meeting them—as did our dogs liked meeting them!
When the tour was over, we visited for a little while longer, in front of The Space Ship. Before leaving Karen and Maridee made generous donations to our rescue ranch. "We love your rescue ranch! It is so beautiful, and the dogs are so happy! We are going to Wolfmueller's to buy your book, too!" As they got into the Cruiser, they told me that they want to come out regularly, and become volunteer dog walkers for us! I loved it! Their last words to me made me laugh out loud: "Yesterday, we told our husbands that we were coming out here to stalk Kinky! Please tell Kinky that we love him, and that he has two friendly stalkers!" I could hear them laughing, as they drove off!
I then looked into the Space Ship—no table—no Josh! Then I looked to my left—Josh was in Outer Space! I then went into Outer Space. "Oh my gosh Josh! I love it! Thank you so much for putting it together for me! You did a great job!"
"Thank you, Nancy. It was easy. I put the green table under the tool shed in the garden. Are you expecting someone?"
"No, why?" I asked.
"Some man is walking towards the trailer." I turned and saw a man approaching. I left Outer Space to go greet him.
"Hi, I'm Nancy. Welcome to the rescue ranch! Can I help you?" The handsome, thirty-something man smiled and started laughing! "Will! I'm so sorry! I didn't recognize you! You look great!" Then we hugged each other!
I met Will W., years ago through Ben. He is one of Ben's best friends—they grew up together in The Valley. Years ago, Will used to come down, and volunteer for us and his family donated a truck to us. Tone and I think the world of Will, or in other words—we love him like family!
As he and I caught up with each other's news, I proudly showed him the Space Ship, and then we went into Outer Space together, and we had a great visit! Will stayed for about an hour or so, and then it was time for him to leave. As I walked with him, a pickup drove into the rescue ranch. "Nance," Tone hollered. "I'll take care of the new visitors!"
As I walked with Will, I told him that he had to meet Beckham, so we headed towards Beck's pen. Will laughed out loud when he saw our soccer playing pig! Will thought he was cute. I then proceeded to tell him Beckham's story. When I had finished Beck's tale, I said, "I love this little fella, but I am praying, that someone will come along, who has a bed and breakfast—will adopt him! Will and I hugged and then Will left the rescue ranch.
I turned around, and Tony was one pen down from me, visiting with our soon to be, new friends—David and Desiree. I walked up to greet the couple. "They want to adopt Beckham!" Tony said, wearing a big smile. "They have a bed and breakfast nearby."
I was in shock! "Seriously?" I asked. "My last words to Will were—"I am praying, that someone will come along, who has a bed and breakfast—will adopt him! This is so incredible! I can't believe this! Hi, I'm Nancy." Tony then introduced me to Desiree and David and we shook hands.
We had a long visit with these two very nice people. By the time our visit was nearly over—I felt like I had known them all of my life! Now my story gets even greater!
D & D, who owned the B & B, told us that they also wanted to adopt Mr. Ziffle! I was so excited, I started pinching myself—to make sure I wasn't dreamin' all of this up! I wasn't—it hurt, and I am sure I will have a couple of bruises by morning to prove it!
D & D, then got their beautiful dog, out of the cab of their truck, and Ziff and him—hit it off beautifully! We're talkin' another great adoption! I was on cloud fifteen, about Beckham and Mr. Ziffle getting a home with these two super neat people!
We discussed their adoptions, and it looks like April 3rd—Zee-Man will move to their bed and breakfast, and in about three weeks, after a super play-pig-pen is built—Beck will be moving to his new forever home, too!
After Desiree and David left, I went over to visit with Linda and Aaron—they were eating lunch—on Aaron's tailgate. They loved hearing the great news about Mr. Ziffle and Beck getting adopted! We visited a while longer, and then Aaron starts telling Linda about my fast four and five mile walks and how hard they are. "Nancy, you are going to have to change your profile. You are not bigger than a barn," Linda stated. (I took it as a sign.)
After a fun visit with them, I went inside to check the answering machine. I returned the few phone calls, then I went outside to the garden, where T. and Josh were working. All we could talk about was Beck and Ziffle's good luck—then another car drives into the rescue ranch. "Who is that?" Josh asked. "Y'all sure have a lot of visitors."
"I think it is Carol, and her friends— Lorri and Brenda," I guessed. Well, guess what? I guessed right! Tony and I took off, to greet Carol and her great friends. After hugs, we went to visit Beckham! Of course, I talked way too much, but it was fun telling our great news about Ziff and Beck's soon to be—forever home!"
We played with little Beck for quite a while, then we petted and visited with our dogs, until Aaron and Linda T. came walking into the ranch with Ghost Dog, aka Nash, and Alfie. When Lorri saw Nash, she took off to greet him, because last year, it was Lorri, who had actually caught Ghost Dog for us. She and Ghost had history—they loved each other! When Nash saw her—his tail went to wagging non-stop!
After Linda and Aaron had returned the dogs to their pen, we went over to it, and talked to, and petted the two super sweet dogs. "I named Alfie!" Carol proudly proclaimed. "She has really turned out to be a great dog. I love her." Carol's words fell on Nash's and Lorri's deaf ears—they were having a reunion! It nearly made me tear up.
After that, we went into the Space Ship, and then into Outer Space! We had a fun visit, and Carol loved my new outdoor dining table! Before they left, I gave Brenda a tour of our trailer, and she really seemed to like it! She couldn't believe that it was built in 1983, and that I had bought it for only $6,500, back in 1995! As y'all well know by now—I love my trailer so much and am so proud of it!
After a too short visit—Carol and crew had to leave. After their departure, I called Kinky to tell him about Beck and Ziff's good news—he was blown away with my good news! He was as thrilled as me, about their adoptions, and he can't wait to meet Desiree and David!
After our conversation—I went on line to check out David's and Desiree's bed and breakfast. OMG! It is too cool! In fact, I think Tone and I need to go spend a night there! It is called, 'Trails End Guest House,' and it looks like a lovely B & B—set in the perfect location to tour the beautiful Texas Hill Country! It is just outside of Kerrville! And get this—it has a 'Writer's Cabin, too!' Their cabins are beautiful and seriously, I think it would be a blast to rent all of their cabins up for a weekend, with friends! Please check it out at:
www.trailsendguesthouse.com
I have linked to it on the side bar, too! And, please note that I have changed my profile—LOL! Y'all have a great evening! I already am!
This morning, by ten o'clock, I had done all of my daily chores, and walked another five fast miles! At ten-thirty, Linda T. arrived, to walk our dogs! She and Aaron immediately started their dog walking! Tony then comes into the trailer, to tell me that he has to take off for Bandera—to rent a garden tiller.
So, I went outside and found Josh, a very nice young man, who works for us occassionally. "Josh, will you come help me put together a table, that I bought yesterday at J. C. Penney's? It's in the Space Ship."
Josh, followed me to the Space Ship and we went inside. I showed him the box and he went to work. In no time flat, the table parts were out of the box. As I was holding the base parts together, so he could screw them together—our dogs began barking! I looked out the window and saw a cute PT Cruiser coming into the rescue ranch. "Josh, I need to go see who that is. I'll be back." I then exited my spacecraft to greet the visitors.
"Hi, I'm Nancy, welcome to..."
"Hi Cousin Nancy! It is so great to meet you! I'm Maridee and this is my friend, Karen." They got out of the car, and we shook hands. "We are fans of Kinky and have read all of his books. Karen lives in Kerrville and I will be soon—and I can't wait to move here! We are both from California..."
I liked these two cheerful women—they were fun. "Well, why don't y'all let me give y'all a tour of the rescue ranch." The three of us took off. As we visited, I introduced them to everyone of our dogs. They seemed to really enjoy meeting them—as did our dogs liked meeting them!
When the tour was over, we visited for a little while longer, in front of The Space Ship. Before leaving Karen and Maridee made generous donations to our rescue ranch. "We love your rescue ranch! It is so beautiful, and the dogs are so happy! We are going to Wolfmueller's to buy your book, too!" As they got into the Cruiser, they told me that they want to come out regularly, and become volunteer dog walkers for us! I loved it! Their last words to me made me laugh out loud: "Yesterday, we told our husbands that we were coming out here to stalk Kinky! Please tell Kinky that we love him, and that he has two friendly stalkers!" I could hear them laughing, as they drove off!
I then looked into the Space Ship—no table—no Josh! Then I looked to my left—Josh was in Outer Space! I then went into Outer Space. "Oh my gosh Josh! I love it! Thank you so much for putting it together for me! You did a great job!"
"Thank you, Nancy. It was easy. I put the green table under the tool shed in the garden. Are you expecting someone?"
"No, why?" I asked.
"Some man is walking towards the trailer." I turned and saw a man approaching. I left Outer Space to go greet him.
"Hi, I'm Nancy. Welcome to the rescue ranch! Can I help you?" The handsome, thirty-something man smiled and started laughing! "Will! I'm so sorry! I didn't recognize you! You look great!" Then we hugged each other!
I met Will W., years ago through Ben. He is one of Ben's best friends—they grew up together in The Valley. Years ago, Will used to come down, and volunteer for us and his family donated a truck to us. Tone and I think the world of Will, or in other words—we love him like family!
As he and I caught up with each other's news, I proudly showed him the Space Ship, and then we went into Outer Space together, and we had a great visit! Will stayed for about an hour or so, and then it was time for him to leave. As I walked with him, a pickup drove into the rescue ranch. "Nance," Tone hollered. "I'll take care of the new visitors!"
As I walked with Will, I told him that he had to meet Beckham, so we headed towards Beck's pen. Will laughed out loud when he saw our soccer playing pig! Will thought he was cute. I then proceeded to tell him Beckham's story. When I had finished Beck's tale, I said, "I love this little fella, but I am praying, that someone will come along, who has a bed and breakfast—will adopt him! Will and I hugged and then Will left the rescue ranch.
I turned around, and Tony was one pen down from me, visiting with our soon to be, new friends—David and Desiree. I walked up to greet the couple. "They want to adopt Beckham!" Tony said, wearing a big smile. "They have a bed and breakfast nearby."
I was in shock! "Seriously?" I asked. "My last words to Will were—"I am praying, that someone will come along, who has a bed and breakfast—will adopt him! This is so incredible! I can't believe this! Hi, I'm Nancy." Tony then introduced me to Desiree and David and we shook hands.
We had a long visit with these two very nice people. By the time our visit was nearly over—I felt like I had known them all of my life! Now my story gets even greater!
D & D, who owned the B & B, told us that they also wanted to adopt Mr. Ziffle! I was so excited, I started pinching myself—to make sure I wasn't dreamin' all of this up! I wasn't—it hurt, and I am sure I will have a couple of bruises by morning to prove it!
D & D, then got their beautiful dog, out of the cab of their truck, and Ziff and him—hit it off beautifully! We're talkin' another great adoption! I was on cloud fifteen, about Beckham and Mr. Ziffle getting a home with these two super neat people!
We discussed their adoptions, and it looks like April 3rd—Zee-Man will move to their bed and breakfast, and in about three weeks, after a super play-pig-pen is built—Beck will be moving to his new forever home, too!
After Desiree and David left, I went over to visit with Linda and Aaron—they were eating lunch—on Aaron's tailgate. They loved hearing the great news about Mr. Ziffle and Beck getting adopted! We visited a while longer, and then Aaron starts telling Linda about my fast four and five mile walks and how hard they are. "Nancy, you are going to have to change your profile. You are not bigger than a barn," Linda stated. (I took it as a sign.)
After a fun visit with them, I went inside to check the answering machine. I returned the few phone calls, then I went outside to the garden, where T. and Josh were working. All we could talk about was Beck and Ziffle's good luck—then another car drives into the rescue ranch. "Who is that?" Josh asked. "Y'all sure have a lot of visitors."
"I think it is Carol, and her friends— Lorri and Brenda," I guessed. Well, guess what? I guessed right! Tony and I took off, to greet Carol and her great friends. After hugs, we went to visit Beckham! Of course, I talked way too much, but it was fun telling our great news about Ziff and Beck's soon to be—forever home!"
We played with little Beck for quite a while, then we petted and visited with our dogs, until Aaron and Linda T. came walking into the ranch with Ghost Dog, aka Nash, and Alfie. When Lorri saw Nash, she took off to greet him, because last year, it was Lorri, who had actually caught Ghost Dog for us. She and Ghost had history—they loved each other! When Nash saw her—his tail went to wagging non-stop!
After Linda and Aaron had returned the dogs to their pen, we went over to it, and talked to, and petted the two super sweet dogs. "I named Alfie!" Carol proudly proclaimed. "She has really turned out to be a great dog. I love her." Carol's words fell on Nash's and Lorri's deaf ears—they were having a reunion! It nearly made me tear up.
After that, we went into the Space Ship, and then into Outer Space! We had a fun visit, and Carol loved my new outdoor dining table! Before they left, I gave Brenda a tour of our trailer, and she really seemed to like it! She couldn't believe that it was built in 1983, and that I had bought it for only $6,500, back in 1995! As y'all well know by now—I love my trailer so much and am so proud of it!
After a too short visit—Carol and crew had to leave. After their departure, I called Kinky to tell him about Beck and Ziff's good news—he was blown away with my good news! He was as thrilled as me, about their adoptions, and he can't wait to meet Desiree and David!
After our conversation—I went on line to check out David's and Desiree's bed and breakfast. OMG! It is too cool! In fact, I think Tone and I need to go spend a night there! It is called, 'Trails End Guest House,' and it looks like a lovely B & B—set in the perfect location to tour the beautiful Texas Hill Country! It is just outside of Kerrville! And get this—it has a 'Writer's Cabin, too!' Their cabins are beautiful and seriously, I think it would be a blast to rent all of their cabins up for a weekend, with friends! Please check it out at:
www.trailsendguesthouse.com
I have linked to it on the side bar, too! And, please note that I have changed my profile—LOL! Y'all have a great evening! I already am!
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