Pets

Why I am tired: Snapchat version

Snapchat stories are available for only 24 hours, so here are screenshots of my latest epic:

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Sasha the Aussie

We got a dog.

A puppy, to be precise.

Meet Sasha the Australian shepherd (#sashtheaussie). She is three months old and a joy – as well as a keep-things-picked-up-motivator.

sasha

And here’s a comic about Sasha:

Sasha

Our cats

our cats

Our cats have very different personalities.

Nutmeg has been known to sit patiently outside our front door for so long that our neighbor across the street will call or text us to let us know that she’s out there.

Chai, in contrast, will climb up any window screen available to him if he thinks someone is inside the room. There have been times when I’ve come into the kitchen at 5 am to find him already hanging on the screen.

New pet, part 2

New pet

We have had some traumatic educational experiences with young chickens and bunnies and raccoons, which I think may explain Matthew’s initial comment. I’m pretty sure a dolphin wouldn’t get eaten by a raccoon, though, so I find it funny that Matthew changed his mind based on that criterion.

Also, Matthew often smacks his mouth when he’s thinking. We think it’s adorable.

Nutmeg and Chai

Cats

Nutmeg is the feline version of your typical grumpy old man. She has no patience for this young hooligan kitten with his blatant disrespect for his elders. All she wants to do is walk through the garage door in peace without him waiting on the kitchen bench to paw at her, or to be able to take a quiet nap or have a drink of water without him twitching his tail and pouncing on her. When he does silly things like that, she has to whip out her clawed paw (equivalent to the grumpy old man’s cane) and knock some sense into him.

Good Friday

Good Friday

Last Friday, we woke up to discover that raccoons had gotten to our two young chickens. Feathers (and blood spots) were all over our deck. This hit me pretty hard because I had personally nursed one of them back to health. Steven and I both cried. Later on, this scene happened. I thought it was pretty funny how Matthew proclaimed “that’s BAD Friday” with the biggest smile ever and a chipper tone of voice.