As I mentioned yesterday, I was going out with friends after work to do some shopping. I was figuring I would be back home around 11:00PM or midnight at the latest...When I pulled in the driveway at 2:30AM, I knew I would have a rough rest of the day. I finally flopped in bed at 3:09AM. I had enough foresight to let all the dogs out so they wouldn't be ready to get up right away either. Unfortunately, Toby and Roscoe felt they needed to bark at everything that went down the road. Needless to say, I didn't get much good sleep. Now I don't "amount to a hill of beans," as my mother would say.
What was I out doing you might wonder...clubbing, bar-hopping...? No, a nice evening with two friends. First, we went to eat at Logan's Roadhouse in Ontario. Then, ice cream at Cold Stone Creamery. To top off the night, we went to Meijer department store and cruised the 50% off racks, bought some groceries and headed back to my friend's house where we had all met up. I started my car to warm up, loaded my goods, gave hugs and goodbyes and was off. Check out the links to the places we went.
Now, I'm in that sleep-deprived fog. Oh, well it was my own doing, so I can't complain too much. Guess I'll finish laundry today.
Joe kitty is doing much better. He's keeping his food down and is really bouncing back and getting into trouble again.
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Roscoe
A good walking buddy and awesome frisbee catcher! Life cut short by a brain tumor.
Tuffy
If ever there was a candidate for Dog Heaven, it would be Tuff. Tuff was put to rest December 7, 2012. At almost 14 years old, he threw the longevity curve for dogs of his breed-makeup and size. He battled 2 types of cancer and Cushing's Disease as well as arthritis. Faithful to the end and never grumpy, depite the constant care and nagging from me. Always the protector, gentleman and companion--you will be sorely missed by all who had the opportunity to know you.
Cranky Thomas
Ever wonder why it's called "Life On CT Farm"? The horse you see in the pictures is Cranky Thomas, a registered quarter horse gelding. He was born May 5, 1980 in Galion, Alabama and passed away August 3, 2004 on CT Farm--his farm. He originally belonged to my husband, but I adopted him and I think he adopted me. We competed together in contest classes at local horse shows. But, an old injury finally slowed him down and I retired him in 2000. He was a loving and patient being that I completely trusted and admired. There will never be another like him, never. He meant so much to me that I named our farm after him as well as my company, Cranky T. LLC. He's gone now, but is still with me and now you.
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