Month: February 2010

Another beautiful day, with temperatures at 25+.

I am asking myself, why am I suddenly moving freshly cut wood, in wheelbarrow lots, on such a warm day?

The trees concerned, form a barrier against the kennels, supposedly to stop the wind coming over the top of the 6foot fence. They also remove sun in the afternoon, from those kennels that face north west. More sun for the pups for longer in the afternoon ? That alone, is a convincing argument for their demise.

Great stratagy on someones part, eucalyptus and silver birch, alternationg, in a nice neat row. Some rogue pinus radiata have also sprung up in the same area, all self sets, and of no intrinsic value to the landscape.

Unfortunately, all I  have, is eucalyptus leaves in the play yard, which have to be removed with a blower/vac.

So, what better solution, to secure firewood, as well as removing a hindrance in the back yard.

Luckily, I am not the one wielding the chainsaw. That, is an accident waiting to happen.

Another busy morning, another item crossed off the “to do” list.

Time to give the little dog area a good wipe down inside, and also to clear the remaining storm debris from the pathway and gutters.

The latter I was not really looking forward too, as am not too confident on the roof of a building.

However, I had some helpers, including Puff, the five month old labradoodle. His help would certainly allay my hidden fear of climbing on the roof

The little dogs were happy to play outside while I was making my exursions, up and down the ladder, Puff even thought he could climb up and help me.                  

He was  even more help when it came to sweeping the floor. Just as I was about to sweep the rubbish on to a shovel, he took a mouthful of leaves and ran away again. His idea of a game, unfortunately, I did not want to play, at this point.

I guess when you are only a baby, anything is fair game.

He is now in his bed, chewing his bone, waiting for the next opportunity to amuse me with his puppy antics.

It seems that my animals know my routine, and wait for each movement or noise to indicate that it is time for them to move.

When they hear the “Windows” closing down theme, then it is time to go outside before bed.

Leaving the kitchen and moving down the hall provides a bit more of a conundrum. I could be moving toward the bathroom or the office, and with both spaniels running ahead of me, one of them is usually on the money. Bryson constantly turns around, checking to see he is winning.

It is the refrigerator which holds the prize though, by way of a piece of icecream, or frozen yoghurt. Of late it has been icecream, the low fat variety.

Each sitting by their bowl, waiting for the prize.

At the end of a tub, the three of them have turns at removing the remains , spaniels have the base and weimaraner has the lid, and they don’t stop licking until the treat has disappeared. The scene could be likened to the three bears.