My name is Karla and all is quiet and Mom is at her what she calls “her stupid new computer” and told me she would translate to my old friends what has been happening to me so they wouldn’t worry why I wasn’t in The Supreme Being’s (who made me) pictures any more. My new Dad is supposed to be purchasing a camera but it sounds awful quiet up there so is probably taking a nap.
First of all, Mom is hoping that no one drank from her glass because she is quite sure that she is coming down with the flue. At the moment she is trying to fit a candle into an antique bottle…oops, she said a word that I’ve never heard before and threw it out the window!!!
This place is really different than my old home but since I’m only 12 weeks old, how would I know? Dad was right there waiting for us because we were late (I think he was panting because he was late, too) and he and Mom had a fight about who was going to hold my leash. Mom won. I think she wins with everything about dogs. Then we walked out and I was on cement! Wonderful, familiar cement. But, this had white stripes on it and big things whishing by and for some reason Mom was strangling me until the white stripes were done. I’m so smart and world savey now; that I even walked across a metal grill! Then there was grass! Wah Hoo! I REALLY needed it but afterwards when I really wanted to investigate the wood pieces she made me walk to the car and get on her lap. I know about the world so I knew what a car was. I looked out the window at a huge truck that went by and konked out until an hour later when we stopped. Mom carried me onto the enclosed porch, looked through the sliding glass doors (unusual because Mom washed all the downstairs windows to make it lighter. I wish I could have been there because I would have had so much fun with the rag!) and saw these three dogs not much bigger than me acting like idiots, jumping up and down, howling, barking and squeaking. Mom put me down with her gun ready and we all looked like a pinwheel because everyone had to smell my butt. (I don’t know why because it smells like a rose). Then everyone ignored me, those creeps, which made me mad because I wanted to play.
So instead I chewed on one of quilt stand legs and got yelled at! So I started bouncing toward Harry It (she was the only one with a tail. Mom says that she is going to take us to the Vet and swap ears.) Anyway, she was very surprised because Spider likes to sleep and Sam likes to be a jerk. Then we went upstairs and I picked the stinky ones to investigate and chose the one with the Man, Dad, in it. Wow! all the toys were up here! A whole pile under his chair and two wooden boxes that had been refinished by dog teeth and grabbed one and Harry It and I had a blast and then Spider joined us and was thrilled that she had found someone with jaws strong enough to play tug of war. Spider is a little maternal so she didn’t pull too hard. Well, Sam heard all the stomping above him and came macho storming up the stairs two. So we had four playing tug of war. You really can’t count because Sam barks a lot when he plays with Spider or sees a chipmunk. (he talks to Mom in a weird voice when she doesn’t put the dishes or food away after a meal. Besides, obviously he thinks he’s boss. Ha a, just wait a while.
I heard Dad say that it was so good to hear a play snort and see those alien teeth.
I investigated everything (Mom wasn’t very good at puppy proofing the house. She is now. There was a mirror on the floor and I took a few minutes to admire myself. I would stop if there was something that I had never seen before and got to leave footprints in the shower. I never ran from anything, even my new brother and sisters. (well, once I got under a little office table.
Then to prove that I was an Aussie, I had an “Aussie Fit” and ran round and round and round, vroom, vroom, vroom and Mom and I said they were SO happy to have me. Then I asked Dad to pick me up and take me to bed so he did. I LOVE sleeping under someone’s chin! I couldn’t ask Mom because she was busy cuddling with the other which were kind of turning green.
That was my day! To my Special Mom and sisters I send special licks and kisses (no black spots!) and also know that the hard work they did with all of us and taking that picture of someone who abhors having her picture
Mom says you never sent the recipes for the soup and pumpkin pie and the scalloped potatoes (because you made them differently (Must have missed the part about my Special Persons being better) and the SOUP, which was just what she needed after a VERY stressful day. I pouted a little that I didn’t get even a taste but the pout didn’t last long because I had COMPLETE run of the house with Sparrow!
Mom says Rick was very nice (and good looking, shush) but she thought that he acted just like
Paul every time I pooped or peed in the house. I think he was counting.
I think a statue should be mad of Theresa and her daughters (not the poop counter) and put in the middle of the round pen to replace that green thing which Mom thought was a dead horse.
One horrible thing was that the ancient cat slipped out of the house and was gone for two days and when we went shopping for more of that green stuff with salt we found it in the middle of the road. The good thing about this was there probably wasn’t any more pain than taking her to the vet and doing which Theresa had been going back and forth on and that now they know where she is and that she is not starving to death and confused and scared somewhere and now they know where they laid it at rest.
As Mom says: Noodles (I can’t wait to hear the noodle story)


opening spring & pink 003Summer… Wonderful weather here in upstate New York this year. I just can’t bring myself to start bringing in some income by putting my left-over store things on line. I did put some online in the beginning of June but then went up to our camp and put a message up that I was on vacation and forgot until yesterday to remove the message. People must think I take LONG vacations. But, too bad because I’m going on vacation next week again!
I’ve been working around the house (literally – because I did half of the front today) outside. I got a wonderful pair of grass clippers that run for at least three hours prior to having to recharge them so that I can trim several trees without hurting them. (The trees). I just remember to put on my knee pads and out I go. But, then I have to get the clippers to cut the suckers and a few of the lower brances so Billy can get under them to mow with his mower.
We live in a house that was built in 1887 so I assume that the trees were planted at the same time. They are huge and it breaks my heart to see branches come down or the trees themselves come down in a windstorm. The drumlin that we live on has always a breeze and when it blows, it blows. Earlier we lost a blue spruce to the wind, then a huge arbor vitae and a few branches from the black ash and the maples. Then the town of Huron came and removed several branches so they wouldn’t fall on wires which unbalanced them so that now more branches come down. But they are still lovely and I want to measure a maple and send it in to the record tree size place. This was a good start to the trimming this year.
So several weeks ago I started to work. I dead-headed the rhododendrum (which is about 10 foot tall). Is that what it is called? I know I am a deadhead. Well, it felt like I was picking apples and took two days, then I cut down all of the lilac bushes that were merged into the rhododendron and started using the electric trimmers on the yew beneath the windows which open out unless they are in the way. Unfortunately I thought the guard was the handle so that too care of working outside for a while with 6 slices down my left middle finger and a brace for the fracture.
All healed now, and forbidden to use the hedge clipper for a while by my husband I started removing the vines from the house. I started with the Virginia Creeper. I pulled and pulled until I was across the yard – I just couldn’t believe that they were around our upstairs windows and all over the roof on the screened in porch and up and down the white burch. Kind of fun to try to get them without breaking them. Then I went for the wild grape and felt like Tarzan’s Jane swinging on the arbor vitae. Even though it is a non-native species, I didn’t remove the ivy unless it covered the windows.
I clipped stray saplings and a few hedges and called my nephew to put everything in a pile. I think he will soon be rich.
For the front of the house I started with the cedar tree which is close to my office. My office used to be sunny and I really wanted it that way again so I clipped as high as I could then climbed out the bedroom window and stood on the porch roof to get the higher branches that were brushing the house. As long as I was up there I swept about three inches of dirt off (even found some earthworms!) and removed the moss. Tomorrow I will the tackle the forsythia covering another of my office windows. Again I have called in the troops to help put branches and vines in a pile.
Last week I had trimmed the grass under my climbing rose bush because it had started sprouting all over and I wanted to save as many sprouts as I could.
My daughter brought over morning glories and spread them under horse manure around two tree trunks so I have been busy watering the “green spaghetti”.
Meanwhile I started to move my wicker that should be sold to the second story of my barn and spotted a tiny kitten but couldn’t catch it! I’ve been putting out food but we have so many hawks that I am pretty sad. Especially since we had to put our cat Cady down for kidney stones that very same day.
All this, of course, means that I haven’t touched my paperwork or my blogging.
Good news: I’m getting a new Australian Terrier! I know this means four small dogs but I haven’t had an Aussie for so many years and this breeding was just the one I wanted. The sire is from Finland and the dam from Sweden so perhaps I can get out of the health problems. She was born on July 27 and I can fly out to Wisconsin to pick her up the end of September and I am very, very excited. She is from Dunham Lake Australian Terriers and if you wish to see her then just go to their web site and click on to the web cam and on even numbered days she is the one with the yellow collar. This home kennel picks themes for each litter and this theme was the show “cheers”. They call her Carla. Only they spelled it Karla with a K. So, I looked that up on Google and there is a nice song called “Karla with a K” by the group called the Hooters. So I’m going to call her Hooter.
Meanwhile in our spare moments when we have been on vacation we have been looking for a piece of waterfront property to call our own. After finding one and having the loan approved the bank says “Oops! We made a mistake and raised the interest rate 3 points so we need to think of that investment for a while.
So, obviously I’ve been busy and thought I would let you all know that I still have in the back of my mind that I am supposed to be blogging.
Oh, I did have company from New Mexico for a week two weeks ago. We call each other sister and brother and we graduated together. I think he is my best friend and I believe it is such a good thing to be able to say one thing and the other person’s eyes light up because they know exactle what you mean. By the time he left he had huge circles under his eyes because we stayed up until anywhere from 3 am to 4 am each night. At least I could take a nap while he was driving his 89 year old mother around to see her friends. It really was a blast.
So, I think that most news is good news here my friends and if I make it through a couple more weeks I’ll be back with you. I miss you.


view from camp

view from camp

Last evening we (my Hubby, three dogs and a cat) returned from a week off the grid at our camp in the Adirondacks. It’s about a three-hour drive. Long enough to be tired but short enough that you have time to pack or unpack, feed the furry kids and read some of your email before crashing into bed.
The journey up there was not very auspicious. Paul got out of work at about 2 pm. I had already packed and we were started out the door when Paul’s cell rang. The jerk answered it and, of course, it was a problem with something at work so I took a nap. An hour later we were just starting out the door, had everything loaded (including the furry kids) with the cat screaming in her crate and his Sister drove in. We hadn’t seen her for a while so we had a good visit but you know…
Off we go. An hour later we reached Mexico, NY, where we have made it a habit to get out at McDonalds, stretch our legs and get a drink or whatever before getting on to 81. I had driven so I talked Paul into going in and getting the order because all I wanted to do was pull back the seat, stretch my legs and close my eyes. He was back surprisingly fast, got into the car and said “I forgot my wallet.” So, I said “where is it?” while looking in the dash. He replied “home”. All rightee then, I had one credit card in my purse and enough cash to get something to eat so we would just have to go to an ATM when we got to Harrisville. I turned around to get my purse but it wasn’t there. I said “I forgot my purse”. We sat there for a few minutes digesting this and deciding what to do. There really wasn’t much choice so back we went for the forgotten items.
Paul wanted to sleep the night home and start out early in the morning but being the worrier that I am I said we were going before something else happened. So in a coma we turned around and back we went being very carefull to take the new Carthage exit instead of the new Camp Drum exit which we had done the last time and which meant you had no choice but to drive up to the gate and get a lecture about how unauthorized people can’t go into the camp.
About 30-40 minutes later we were at the camp. I hate arriving after dark because it is off the grid. The only lights until we unpack the batteries and hook them up are the headlights and there are two locks to undo. Accomplishing this, Paul hooked up the battery and I hauled a few things from the car tripping over every rock and root and falling into every hall to the steps. Going inside I lit the oil lame on the first try, lit the gas refrigerator on the first try and Paul lit the gas water heater on the first try. Bingo! Things were looking up. Got every thing inside despite one of my dear little furry children wrapping his flex lead in a nice braid with the other two flex leads and then running around one of my legs and a small tree. Meanwhile, Cat is still screaming in her crate.
Cady the Cat loves it up there but she does NOT like to travel. Spider the Rat Terrier, for some reason in older age, has developed car sickness so she rides behind one of the front seats under the back seat headrests. The back seats are both folded down for more room even though we have a teeny tiny trailer we use. This leaves Sam the Yorkshire Terrier x Skipperke x Fox Terrier the luxury of the small cozy dog bed and HarryIt the Jack Russell x Border Collie on a duffel bag or pile of sheets or someplace soft.
Any way, we were there, fed the kids and we all piled on each other in our one and only bed. Aside from having dreams about frogs that counted (I woke up and the frogs were going full force so this is the reason for that) I slept very well but remembered to cut the dog’s nails the next morning.
It was a wonderful week. We are on a 12 acre pond owned by my Mother. All four of us girls have a camp. I have a mobile home. We planned it so no one else would be there and there was only “quiet” (except the frogs, tree frogs, squirrels and two dumb birds; one of which sings only one note and the other of which can only sing the first bar of “Here Comes the Bride” over and over and over. It was wonderful with no radio, no T.V., no computer, no phone (unless I used the paddle boat to go to the middle of the pond for reception). Nice trip home and no problems. All is normal and I received great news today so it was a SUPER trip!