Canine Casa Grande

I couldn't do this with out power tools.

The scrap pile is getting smaller

as pieces are put together like a puzzle.

Every one came to check out the action and noise.

Lil decided she liked it before I was finished.

Now she has a cozy house with a corner for the really cold days

and a nice door to view the world if she chooses.

Hubby and Andrew had to help with this...too big for me to handle.

Andrew moved it into place with the tractor bucket...

talk about power tools!

Lizzy loves her little house with dining on the deck.

Two more houses to go!

Something From Nothing

I decided it was time to clear a stack of scrap lumber before it all ruined.  Since the snake was killed under the lodge back in June the dogs have been sleeping under the house. Making a door where I had removed the siding was on my list. I'm finally catching up.

I used scrap lumber, two old odd hinges, an old door knob and a flip latch.

I love power tools.

I began construction of dog houses.

This is the smallest and many scraps were used.

Lizzy decided she wanted this one.

She dines on top...her idea not mine.

Painted and roofed

with a foam cushion and cozy blanket, Lizzy now is ready for winter.

I added a partial piece across the door to keep weather out.

Not perfect because I'm not a carpenter but they will do.

One crawl space door complete.

One dog house down and four to go!

Wildflowers or Weeds?

Don't know this name

Heal All has bloomed once this year already.

Knot Weed

Golden Rod

Poor Lizzy mourning her encounter with the infamous Beggar Lice weed.

This weed has no trouble spreading its seeds.

Never Alone

Seems I'm never alone,

full sun nor shade.

 They gather to the pack leader

 or the one who feeds them...that's my guess.

They inspect my work

and keep a careful watch over me.

That paint bucket could have a hidden treat.  

You never know.

Finished outdoor table for zeroing sights with denim sandbags ready to use.

Rifle season is soon.

Small and Not Small

This dog is very small.

This dog is not small at all.

This frog is small.

This frog is not small.

That is all.

We Shall Overcome

The dog who fears water

Named Number Eighteen and Lizzy she became.

Lizzy has joined the pack of water dogs...finally!

Lizzy is still not a joyful swimmer even after four years but she braved chest deep.

We're proud of you, Lizzy!

Me and My Feet

After my feet and I had burned a brush pile and grass burrs I'd picked, we took a Gator ride to deliver Tractor Man to his tractor in the New Ground fields.  

It was warm for a run up the hill. I'm a softie so old lady Lil and Lizzy got to ride in the Gator seat with me. They'd run along with us and were so hot.  We stopped at the creek.  My shoes were quickly discarded.

 We walked in together, the dogs, my feet and I.

The water was cool

It was clear when we entered.

Clear didn't last long.

The dogs made quite a splash and stirred up the mud.

The cow flies, mosquitoes and deer flies were feeding on us as we cooled.

Even though the water was low there were some good pools to chill in.

We even liked the mud.

My self portrait and the dogs were cool and happy as we reflected.

Watchers

taking their job seriously.