Little Girl [Mama]

I have written of the Little Girl and  how she came to our home.  Well, now she has six babies and she is a good mama.

She gave birth to these six puppies, originally seven, but one died, in the pen we have for the dogs.  She had moved them due to lack of shelter from the rain, and they were under our shed where we keep the riding lawn mower, some tools and dog food.

We received a lot of rain in the past two days and I guess it was starting to get a bit wet under the shed, so she had started moving them.  I was in my office, and heard this frantic barking, whining, howling from a dog.  I went outside, and headed in the direction and Little Girl came running toward me, then immediately turned back toward the shed.  When she got on the North end of it she got down looking underneath, and she tried to get underneath, but could not.  That was not where the puppies had been previously.

I went and got an old dog food bag, to kneel on and look under the shed; yes it was raining too; when I looked under the shed the dog whining; the puppy whining for mama;  I saw it had crawled to a spot mama could not get to.  I went and looked where the puppies had been, and there were none.  So I assumed she had moved them to another location.

To make a short story shorter I moved the ramp I had in front, on the South side of the shed, and Little Girl crawled underneath, retrieved her puppy, and then took it to a drier location.  I went down to the old barn to see where she had taken them, and I saw one lone puppy; so I knew I was close to the other four.

I had gone inside to get a flashlight to look underneath the shed to make sure she had them all; and while I was gone she took that last one to the barn.  She came back toward me a much happier mama.  Though it seemed she was looking for another one, and I thought of that one in the barn by its lonesome, and I went back to the barn, and found the other five now, and moved the lone one with the five, and all was well.

I never knew  how much adventure a dog could bring into one’s life.  We now have nine sources of adventure.  I hope only for a while longer, then, back to three.

Flat Creek rose yesterday, but it was still in the banks.  I cannot see it yet this morning, due to darkness, but I can step outside and hear it roaring and rolling along.

-Tim

Rain in November

When I awoke yesterday morning it was raining, and I got up, dressed and went and let the dogs out before it began to pour down.  This morning I awoke to thunder, about 2:45, got up, dressed and by the time I went to let the dogs out of the pen it was pouring.  I was practically soaked just stepping out the door.

I did have sense enough this morning to put my coat on which turns water a bit.  The front of my jeans was soaked by the time I returned to the house.  I am thankful it has been so warm of the mornings.  Yesterday morning I think it was 52 degrees, and this morning it was 58 degrees.  That is getting pretty near late Spring or early Summer, late Summer temps.

The dogs go and find shelter soon as I let them out I suppose.  I did not watch where they went, or where they go.

I think the weather is supposed to get cooler by tomorrow.  Hey!  That is the time of year we are in.  Let us not be surprised when it snows.  NO! NO! NO!  I don’t want snow.  It will come though.  At least somewhere it will come.

It is amazing as I look out my office window; the grass is still green, and looks really green with the rain fall.  Blessed be the name of the LORD who blesses us with all these benefits.

Flat Creek is rising from this rainfall.  I can see it better looking out the back window now.

-Tim

Lydia – My Grand daughter

Just this past Saturday afternoon our son and his wife came down with their kids.  The smallest one [Lydia] wanted to go and see the puppies, so I took her to go see the puppies.  They are no longer in the pen, due to a lack of shelter there; and one evening last week when it started raining Little Girl [Mama] moved them under the shed to keep the dry.  That is where they are still.

We went out there; and of course Little Girl was there seeming curious about what I was doing, yet so gentle, and good natured; not even growling but more like wanting attention, nestling up to me.  I got down on my knees, looked underneath the shed, and saw one of the puppies just out from the rest of them; so I took him out, and let Lydia hold him.  Mama is watching closely, yet gentile like.  After Lydia gets down on her knees to look underneath we put the puppy back, gently and start returning to the house.

On the way back to the house Lydia turns around, and looks upward to the sky in the  East, points and says to me, “What is that?”  I turn around to see, and it is the moon.  Not yet shining, because the sun is still up, yet there it is just hanging like our Creator intended it to.  So I tell her, “That is the moon.”  At that she says “Oh!” and continues toward the house.

Lydia is less than two years of age, but cute as she can be.  She even likes her grandpa.

I have several grand daughters.  Our oldest grandchild is a grand daughter.  The youngest grandchild is a grand daughter, but lives in Booneville, AR. so we do not get to see them too often.  They are all my sweet hearts, and I am very thankful for all of them.

It is raining as I am writing this morning.  It is great to live in the Ozarks of Southwest Missouri; especially on the banks of Flat Creek.

-Tim