Saturday, Jan. 5th, 2019

After getting a much better nights sleep and even getting to sleep in (thanks Pake), I started the morning off cleaning house. With 5 dogs, 2 cats, and a husband (the baby’s still in the clear), its pretty much an every day thing–the one time it doesn’t bother me having a small house. Pake did do the dishes, I know this because he told me…several times. I can honestly say that we hardly ever fight, our fights are more like little squabbles. Pake does like to “poke the bear” as he would say. Two examples of these are as listed:

After getting a much better nights sleep and even getting to sleep in (thanks Pake), I started the morning off cleaning house. With 5 dogs, 2 cats, and a husband (the baby’s still in the clear), it’s pretty much an everyday thing–the one time it doesn’t bother me having a small house. Pake did do the dishes, I know this because he told me…several times. I can honestly say that we hardly ever fight, our fights are more like little squabbles. Pake does like to “poke the bear” as he would say. Two examples of these are as listed:

1. When he washes the dishes (which he does quiet often) , he will never wash all the dishes…ever! He will always leave at least 2 or 3 dirty dishes and he never wipes off the counter afterwards so it’s always soaking wet. He knows this annoys me, but also knows I won’t say anything because I’m not stupid.
2. Whether is leftovers, butter, jelly, or anything in the fridge, Pake will never use/eat all of anything. Oh no, he will always leave just a little bit and put it back. Which wouldn’t bother me so much, but it’s never enough for me to actually use/eat! Like seriously just use it all!!! This is something I tell him about, but it’d be no fun to listen to your wife…

Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure I do plenty of “poking the bear” as far as Pake’s concerned, but we would get in to that.

Besides cleaning, Pake got a lot done with the skid steer and I started painting the kitchen! Yay!! It’s going to be a slow process with Jasper but no worries, I’m not in too big of a hurry. Plus, I like taking breaks to hold my boy.

We also had one of our good friends, Logan, stop by for a visit before heading back to Nebraska. He brought a couple friends back with him; one was from France and the other from Germany. They both found our pigs to be pretty entertaining. Though the Frenchman didn’t understand why we named our pig Napoleon. We told him we named him after the book Animal Farm; he has never read it!!! I just assumed everyone read it in high school…I was wrong.

I want to start introducing you to are four-legged family in a little more depth. If you don’t know me, just be warned, I am the epitome of a crazy dog lady! Today we’ll start with Dixie.

Dixie will be turning 6 this June; she is a black lab/German shepherd mix. I moved to South Carolina in the summer of 2013 to work on a cutting horse ranch, I knew after getting there I wanted to get a dog; it was literally in the middle of nowhere, with no cell reception. I found Dixie online for $20 (I was broke at the time) and picked her up the next day! She was the worst puppy ever!!! I even contemplated re-homing her–which is not something I take lightly. She destroyed everything, ate a hole in my trailer floor, knocked the glass out of a bedroom windows, and did not listen to me at all! It took 4-6 months before we started getting along, then she was the best dog ever. She never left my side and listens better than most people. She’s traveled all over the country with me and was my constant co-pilot back and forth on several trips home.

She’s also an accident prone, here are just a couple of accidents:

1. At 12 weeks old, she jumped out the window of my car AS I was driving. No broken bones, just some road rash and a very scared puppy!
2. Then in 2016, she was hit by a semi, going 30-40 mph, while chasing a squirrel. Amazingly, her only injuries were some nasty road rash and a dislocated hip, which Dr. Stone was able to fix and its barely noticeable today. When she got hit, I one the other hand, was a completely basket case. I called Pake, who was in Alva (we lived in Hardtner at the time; about 15-minute drive) at the time, I swear it was the fastest he’s ever drove in his entire life–he drives like a 90-year-old lady, no offense to any 90-year-old lady reading this. After everything was over and we were driving home, I told Pake I didn’t realize he liked Dixie so much; to which he responded, I was just worried you’d divorce me if she died! Not going to say that’s a true statement, but…just kidding. Now she’s calmed down somewhat, but still likes to run and play in the river. She’s definitely the boss of our dog clan, and she will forever be a momma’s girl!!…Pake’s ok too…sometimes.

Until next time!!! Have a fantastic evening!!