"Come look at this," Bill yelled to me late yesterday afternoon as I stood at the end of the driveway with my camera.
These days one DOES have to "come and look," because there's so much snow blocking everything, ya can't just look from any ol' perspective.
So, I walked that way, and by the time I reached the fence for the barnyard, I could see why he had summoned me.
There they sat, dusted lightly with snow perched on a snow pile next to the west barnyard fence----SO adorable.
Big Brother Liam was watching after his Princess Bridie.
As I continued to walk closer snapping more photos, I could see why Bill didn't want me to miss this moment.
Liam looked at horses.
Bridie looked at horses.
Liam looked at me.
Bridie looked at me.
As if they had been programmed for synchronization, the two made every subtle move in perfect unison.
Yes, Liam takes his Big Brother status seriously.
As Bill noted, "Bridie doesn't know WHY she's looking at the horses, but Liam's looking so she'll do the same."
We both figure Bridie will learn soon enough that those horses do bad things right in front of our noses and that even though we can't see the bad things, Liam does.
So, he surveils many hours a day. I'm not real anxious to see TWO canine guards at the corral.
For now, we're kind of tickled that Liam has taken such personal interest in his new little sister.
I erred yesterday when I said she was getting a rabies booster; twas for Lepto.
FYI:
Dogs may occasionally develop severe lung disease and have difficulty breathing.
Leptospirosis can cause bleeding disorders,
which can lead to blood-tinged vomit, urine, stool or saliva;
nosebleeds; and pinpoint red spots (which may be visible on the gums and
other mucous membranes or on light-colored skin).
Bridie acted pretty much like a happy little princess at the vet hospital. I was especially pleased to see that she doesn't go gangbusters when other dogs or cats come through the door.
For some reason she has a sense that good behavior in that particular setting is essential. Well, maybe she wasn't exactly the best when the thermometer went up her rear.
Who would blame her?
Other than that, the visit was quick and fairly uneventful.
She'll be going back again in three weeks for her little girl surgery. I'm keeping this quiet so she doesn't get nervous!
In other news, more snow shoveling coming soon to a home near you. Looks like tonight and tomorrow might bring in a whopper of a storm.
Or, maybe not.
One never knows, but with the record of the past two or three weeks, I'm a believer.
Happily, it looks like for a week or so afterward we'll have fairly stable weather.
Speaking of the fun work tonight's storm is likely to bring, whenever I clear out snow by hand, I go directly to the barn to grab the white shovel with the blue handle.
I use it for cleaning barns and almost exclusively for shoveling snow.
Bill and I have talked about my left-handedness with some shovels.
It's just not very easy for me to use some of our collection.
Which brings to mind a short article I read this morning about the 15 percenters.
Those are the left-handed peeps of the world, and I'm guessing that every single one of us has a story or two to share about our flaws in dexterity.
As for me, the most prominent situations involved sewing and penmanship.
We did get told almost immediately, when we were first graders at Lincoln Elementary School in the early 1950s, that we would surely have problems learning to write.
And, of course, back then, many of us readily believed whatever the adults told us.
Somewhere along the line, though, the rebel in me decided that I would overcome poor penmanship, no matter how much practice it took.
I don't know if I ever did, but the U's for unsatisfactory quit appearing on my report card.
My cursive didn't look too bad, and, unlike my right-handed artist mother's beautiful script, I've never yet had anyone call and threaten to turn off the power because of my not paying the bill.
Well, in Mother's case, she did pay the bill. It's just that when it arrived at Northern Lights, nobody in the office could decipher who had written the check so they just dropped it in a manilla folder for whenever the mystery was solved.
Happily, when Mother called, process of elimination and her verifying that it was, indeed, her check, kept our power on.
As for sewing, nobody told me I would never learn to sew. Eleanor Delamarter was just too kind and patient to do such a thing to my self image.
Still, she spent hours of her free time guiding me through endless ripped out seams. I don't know how much the left-handedness had to do with that, but I knew that using the scissors felt just as awkward as trying to scoop with some of our shovels.
Long story short, I learned a few things about myself while reading the article below. IBS aka knowing where every bathroom on earth is located could be a common disorder with those of us aka southpaws.
But we can fight better, they say, and I may live through a stroke because the broader range in my left-handed brain.
So, left-handed friends, check this out.
Guess that's about enough for today. The goal is to enjoy the calm before the next storm.
Happy Wednesday.
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