Animals are therapeutic.........ok.....not ALL animals.

Today when I woke up before the sun, there was frost on the ground....on the leaves still hanging on for dear life and on my flowers that were unbelievably still blooming.

This makes me sad.
For those peeps that don't know me, I will let you in on a secret.
I hate winter.
I hate cold.
I hate snow.
I hate wearing socks.

Dear Husband's Work.
Instead of offering him a position in Fort McMurray, Alberta, maybe you could relocate to Texas and then transfer him down there.
Just a thought.
From His Wife Who Hates Cold Weather

Because I was sad, I walked out to visit the horses, hoping they would somehow cheer me up.
Animals are therapeutic, ya know?
I completed a ginormous research project on that subject in college which totally proved it.
But that was before Jersey the dog and Cindy the pony.They are a few of the many reasons I need therapy.

Anyways, while outside (where I could see my own breath), I kissed and loved Ike and Duke.
OK,  just Ike, because he and I have a special bond.
A bond so tight that I can call him Ikey Wikey and even kiss his lips.
A bond so tight that I can get him to pose for photos.
I mean, look at this. He is totally posing.

Duke continued to eat.
And Cindy, um...is  snob.

Cindy the pony is that girl in high school who you really wanted to be friends with.
All you wanted was to hang out with her for abit so she could find out that you really are a cool person.
Cindy is that girl who all the boys follow around.

She is the girl who hangs out in the coolest hallway of the school and everyone goes to her because they want to be included in "her group".

She is the girl who turned her head the other way and pranced away with a little hair sway and butt wiggle.

God, I hated high school. Linking up with a few babes todayMadgeRural Journal   

This Dog

So, Jersey the dog turned 1 in August.
Actually, he turned one on August one.
And my husband bought him gifts.
True story.

I think his gift should have been us still owning him after all of the grief he has caused me, but, whatever.
He is loved.
Most of the time.

This dog loves his birthday Frisbee so much that he sleeps with it, if we let him.
I don't usually let him though, because he is very protective of it, and if a human goes near it when he has it, they might lose their fingers. Let me rephrase that. If I go near it when he has it, I come close to losing my fingers.
Hmph.

This dog eats flies.
And ants.
And any other moving bug.

This dog loves belly rubs.
Kisses and hugs from children.
And he loves chasing cats.
Speaking of cats.........two of our babies have disappeared. I am too distraught to talk about it, so lets move on, shall we?

This dog has big ears.
Large paws.
A long bushy tail.
And the longest tongue I have ever seen.

This dog loves to greet the construction workers on our road.
Except the construction workers are afraid of him and run back to their trucks when they see him coming. One day I might videotape it.
This dog is 1 year old. Full of energy. Happy. And loved.   Linking up with Tuesday Muse Sweet Shot Tuesday Wordful Wednesday and Rurality.