Saturday, June 10, 2017


This is Minnie, a wirehaired dachshund, she grew old and had to die. The only thing she seemed to be afraid of was a broom. She would hide out under the bed when the broom came out. I truly believe she had been abused with a broom before I came into her life. She required a lot of grooming. She was so short her belly dragged through the grass. I was constantly trying to keep her clean. When winter came and the snow was two feet deep in the back yard I would need to scoop out an area for her potty spot.

Us and our first born and his Kitty.

My next pet is a cat, Sassy LeMassy. She keeps herself clean and uses the litter box only.
I never have to clear out the snow because she never goes outside when there is snow. BUT she is constantly on my lap or in my face. Cat's nudge you with their head. I read that is way they show affection. Sometimes I tell her to give me a Kitty nudge and I swear she does it every time. Maybe she's smarter than I give her credit for. She lets me know when someone drives into the driveway. My hearing is not so great and I don't hear that sort of thing. She jumps up and heads for the bedroom. She isn't only kitty she is part chicken. A dog would wag the tail and bark as if saying, "get in here so can smell of you".

I don't have much to talk about these days. Life goes on and so do I. My entertainment is the TV and Computer. At least I can see how other people live and enough politics to last an eternity.