Meet the Maremmas, Part 2
I talk about this always, to anyone who asks about the maremmas — they are not guard dogs; they are
Meet the Maremmas, Part 1
Marco, Sophie and Giada are Maremma Sheepdogs, a breed originating in the Abruzzo region of Italy for the purpose of
Run Like a Girl
Today almost kicked my butt. In my defense, it had a head start. Last Night. Gordy left last night for
Done …. So Far
I want the barn to be done. Done, as in moved in, lived in. Done. It is not that kind
Deep Roots
Petit Filou. It’s French for, as best I know, “little rascal” or “little trickster”. It is the name given to a
Changes and Waiting
Work is steady on the barn. It’s still all about the framing, but the roofer stopped by today with a
Inside and Outside
It’s been ten days since the start of the barn project. The concrete workers finished yesterday although they will return
Finding Reasons
Marco goes to therapy twice a week. It’s water therapy to help rehab him following his second knee surgery and to,
Keeping Track
We spent a big chunk of the weekend getting the inside of the barn ready for what has already begun happening
Seeing Wallpaper
I am peeling wallpaper. There is a long, long list of things I’d rather be doing, not even taking into
The Right Tools
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The house looks quite presentable…from the front. The landscaping was refreshed about five years ago, including the driveway and…
The Right Tools
The house looks quite presentable…from the front. The landscaping was refreshed about five years ago, including the driveway and sidewalk. Plus, there are
Mornings Start at the Barn
Mornings start at the barn. The dogs know that and pace between the bedroom and the door until the zip
Because I Made it Myself
A year ago or so, I made alpaca blankets as gifts for the special people in our lives. I made
In the Interest of Full Disclosure
Little Miss Belle is spending the next few days in the equine hospital medicine ward. She choked or, as they
The First Changes
Behind and down the hill from the house sits a pole barn; a rustic structure with slatted sides, metal roof, and
The Place We Are Now
We bought a house. A farm, actually. After five ambivalent years, California had had enough of us, spitting us out
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