And then there is Malori, in Costa Rica, swelteringly hot, working on a tan and spanish, oblivious to our snowy plight!
Needless to say, I have no snow pictures because for the next two days I didn't stick my head out of the house door.
Cedar calls her a chick magnet. and she is! At all the ropings he had her around, the girls would flock. Of course there seemed to be a problem eliminating the girls that are too young.
Maggie has been a source of endless entertainment. Watching her run is just plain funny every time. It never gets old. And of course with those short legs she can't quite keep up with the other dog. She loves to go with us when moving cows. I have to be careful and pick short rides because she just can't last like the border collie. But she has cow in her. She loves working.
She is my constant companion. If I am in the house she follows me everywhere. I am always being entertained by her antics. When it is time for a little exercise, she absolutely can not wait to get going. And if I forget something and go back in the house to get it, she goes nuts! Its like, " come on lady, get your _ _ _ _ together!"
Yes, she is my dog now, It took about a year for her to not lay at Cedar's bedroom door, waiting for him, but now when Jay lets her in in the morning she races down the stairs, bumps the bedroom door open, and greets me with a little ruff and lick! I think Cedar was right, Maggie is a chick magnet. She sure sucked me in!
Here is Malori, Christmas day, dreaming of warmer days in Costa Rica with her new luggage by her side.
And a shot of Malori, practicing what she plans on doing in Costa Rica. HAHA
Not sure why it is when kids get to college they think they need to have an animal. At least this beta only needs feeding every few days, which leaves plenty of time for weekend get-a-ways and track meet traveling for my busy college student. Not a high maintenance pet. But still, for those extended stays, Mom gets him. My biggest worry, it how she gets this little guy from Billings, home. I'm sure there is a car seat somewhere that is made especially for fish tanks, but we can't afford one. The last time Mal brought him home, she, at one point, hit the brakes and he went tumbling off the seat and upside down on the floor board.
You can see a kink in one of his bottom fins in the top pic. I think that is the result of his tumble. Can you imagine all those pebbles crashing around! Yikes. And the noise!
His food container has a bright red lid. I wonder if the manufacturer did that on purpose, because when I pick it up, he gets all excited, comes straight at me, puffs up and shoots for the surface. I swear he knows its dinner time.