Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Odds and ends, mostly odds

First it was 90, then 95, today we hit 97 degrees. Hot days mean that I don't do much outside, although I ended up spending most of the late afternoon and evening outdoors with Della today. I had a functioning mower again and lots of grass to cut and just mowing is not exactly strenuous activity. Of course, I can never do just one thing because that thing leads to another, and another, and soon it's nearly dark and I've done far more than I had intended to do when I first started "just mowing." I needed the exercise though, it will help me sleep. 

Evening light shining through the leaves of my lotus flower.
I really hope this blooms like it did last year.

I've had this little fountain for years, it's one of my favorites. The birds like it too. 
It's not unusual to see one land on one of the little saucers to drink or splash.

My slate project is slowly progressing. I'm in no hurry with it 
and I can only handle the stones about every other day.

Serena and Della

Serena sleeps compactly; Della sprawls.


Pretty sky and clouds just before dark this evening.


Nemo is weird. He will now come down the stairs pretty well,
but he's afraid to go up. This series of pictures show Nemo coming up the stairs, backwards.




I should have shot it as a video. 




Monday, June 28, 2021

Nemo seems nice

No one was sure what to believe about Nemo given that he came from a strange situation with an odd story. We were told he was fine with neutered male dogs and females, but he was living with another unneutered male that he didn't like. I kept him by himself the first day and outdoors in the Puppy Palace of Daneland the first night, giving him the chance to meet everyone from a position of safety and security.

Sunday evening I was going to introduce him and bring him indoors, but he handled the introduction on his own by pushing through the divider in Daneland and meet the dog on the other side. No problems. I brought him indoors on a leash and he met most everyone else on his way upstairs to the office where he spent his first night crated indoors. It was obvious that the yurt he had been living in didn't have stairs because he was very unsure of them going up and even more unsure coming down Monday morning. But he did it with just a little encouragement.

Clay took him to and from the vet's office today and he got along fine, walking happily in with the vet tech in the morning, blissfully unaware of what awaited him. They said he was a big drama queen in his post-op kennel, wanting attention. He came back up to my office when they got home and is sleeping it off in his crate.

So far, so good, but he seems like a nice boy and he's an adult, well passed all the stupid puppy nonsense. I expect he'll be bonding with me very soon and I look forward to taking him out to the pasture to run. We'll get a chance to experience his thunderstorm anxiety soon enough, but I've got drugs for that.


Here he is meeting Della Sunday evening.

And meeting Maya in the house. 
He even gave her a play bow, which she declined.

Going down is always tougher than going up.

He actually went in reverse and backed up a couple steps this morning
before making it all the way down.


He hopped right in the crate in the van for the trip to town.

He's looking at Clay here after getting back home, seemingly holding no grudges.


Sunday, June 27, 2021

Isla moves out

Isla moved out today, to a new foster home whose other canine resident is blind dog. The two dogs met and Isla moved submissively in the dirt as she does for any new dog or person. I sure hope things work out for her there. I think it would be good for both dogs, Isla can be the eyes and the other dog can be the ears. Sounds like a perfect match. 

Isla hasn't been here long and I guess I didn't take a lot of pictures of her because I didn't take her out to the pasture to run and we didn't go on walks. But she was ever present in the house, always wanting to be as close as possible. She is a sweet girl and was a very easy foster. The worst thing you can say about her is that she was jumpy, and she is very jumpy, preferring to stand on two feet as much as all four. 

Still, she was sweet and you really couldn't get mad at her for it, even when it was annoying. Paws crossed, hope everything works out because if so, she'll have a permanent home and that's what she deserves.







Saturday, June 26, 2021

New dog, new project

The new dog is a five year old male German Shepherd Dog named Nemo. He's unneutered and was living in a yurt with another unneutered male dog. They didn't get along. Duh. This guy reportedly has severe thunderstorm anxiety but otherwise is problem free according to the former owner, other than the unneutered male dog thing. Supposedly he is house trained, or yurt trained at least. 

Well, we will see. I'm not sure how much if anything to believe, but Nemo does seem to be a nice, friendly dog. He wasn't prepared to give me the time of day at first, but later on he greeted me with a toy in his mouth and we even played ball for a while. I have had him out in Daneland since he came home today, and I closed the partition so I could put another dog or dogs on the other side for slow and easy introductions. He's found a bed in the puppy shed and seems content there so I'm not sure if I'll bring him in the house tonight or not. 

Nemo has an appointment to be neutered on Monday. He's a dark sable, really a good looking dog.









I might be adding "build a yurt" to my list of projects, but it's going to be a ways down on the list. My new project today involved laying large pieces of slate in the space between the boxwoods. That's where I have my row of fountains and water features, some of which are to be acquired in the future. But I need something for the surface of the ground. I killed most of the weeds and grass, and I wanted something more permanent and maintenance-free than mulch. I bought a pallet of slate, quarried from down in Buckingham, which I learned is one of the premier sources of blue slate in the country. 

The pieces vary in size and shape so putting them together is sort of like working a jigsaw puzzle with very large and heavy pieces. I had initially been wanting just one large piece that I could use as a base or a pedestal for the concrete dog fountain. But I couldn't find a single piece and then I hit on the idea of using it to cover the surface, so I bought a pallet of it. 

I started by placing a piece under the fountain and then worked outward from there. I haven't got too far yet, but I'm not in a rush. I went to Lowe's later in the afternoon and bought many bags of sand that I'll use to help level the pieces. I think it will be nice.


Max hung out with me and supervised for a while.

This garden spot is looking really good right now.

Here's the start of this project, just four pieces laid.

Della and Arby shared supervisory duties with Max.


Della found my project boring. 
But at least it was outside.

This is about as far as I got today. 

The container garden in the circular bed in the driveway was underperforming. I moved the containers with shade-loving plants to the hosta bed and the sun-loving containers were moved out here. That's partly what pushed needing a new cover for the ground surface to the top of my project list. I will need something to grow in the empty spaces still. I'm not sure how much of this area my pallet of slate will cover. We will see. 

Thursday, June 24, 2021

Archeology with dogs

When we first moved here we bought a big, pre-built shed and had it moved here because all the old outbuildings on the property had been demolished. This shed became part of the dog yard. I built cozy nest boxes inside that we fill with straw in the winter, making very nice shelter for the dogs. It also holds most of my tools and the dog food storage locker. We sited it fairly close to the house so it would be convenient and I built a fence that incorporated the shed, creating our primary dog yard. 

Not long after the shed was put in, a sinkhole developed under it. Gravel from the pad under the shed disappeared into it along with a few concrete blocks. It was entirely under the shed but near one end so the shed itself never seemed to be in danger of falling in or collapsing from lack of support. It became a nuisance, however, because things would disappear into this hole never to return. I contemplated filling it in with dirt or gravel, but I hesitated because I know that with true sinkholes filling them in can cause even more subsidence. In any event it seemed to stabilize and wasn't getting any deeper or larger. 

I can't get into the hole, nor would I want to, but I looked into it one day and realized it was probably a well, not actually a sinkhole. It's about three to four feet in diameter, circular, and it's lined with stones. It looks like a classic well that you'd expect to see a bucket hanging above to be lowered down for water. This is an old farmhouse, built before the Civil War, so I expect that's exactly what it is. 

My problem is that Max drops things down into it, sometimes by accident, but I think sometimes on purpose, as a place to stash his prize balls, sticks, and the occasional food dish. I have fished things out of it before, mostly food dishes, but today I went after the collection of Jolly Balls that had found their way down there.

I got Clay to come help because I knew he wouldn't want to miss out on this, and he proved helpful in suggesting the use of the kayak paddle to help retrieve the balls. It was long and light weight, and the combination of the paddle and the pitchfork used like oversized chopsticks enabled us to retrieve one food dish and all but one of the Jolly Balls. There's still a great many tennis balls down there but I'm not going to bother with them. There's at least one more food dish that is mostly buried and probably more that are. 

If I could jack the shed up enough to put a long support beam under it, excavating the fill from the old well would be a fascinating history project. It's unlikely that we'd find someone's family jewels or silver stashed down there to hide it from the Yankees - this is an old farmhouse in Fluvanna County after all, not Tara from "Gone with the Wind," but it would be interesting.

The dogs were happy to have the Jolly Ball supply replenished. It was canine treasure of a sort.

When Serena runs into the pasture she immediately looks around for one of the
big Jolly Balls with a rope. They have been getting scarce around here lately.

Here's the hole under the shed as it appears from outside. There's only about a one foot wide
opening. I was always scared that the dogs would go down there but ours never did.


We did have one foster dog who would dive down in there and scramble back out just as fast.
She would bring back tennis balls that Max or Theo had dropped in there.

Here's the view starting out today. Notice all the rocks lining the hole?

It's not terribly deep but the access point is small and it's tough to reach anything.
The concrete blocks had been around the edge of the shed, they fell in when the 
ground beneath subsided. 

The last ball didn't have a rope through it and it evaded our efforts today.

There are probably a hundred tennis balls in there. I'd like to get the concrete block out
and the last big ball anyway. The tennis balls can stay.


Wednesday, June 23, 2021

Days like this

After that front came through that brought all the rain, there was cooler, dryer air, most welcome at the beginning of summer. 








I love this pic of Della and Serena. It was actually the final frame of a video. The video
wasn't great but this last frame made a great still shot of our Danish girls. 


Porch sitting is a great part of farm dog life.



I haven't let Isla out to run in the pasture yet because I'm trying to put some weight on her
and we don't need her burning off the calories. I found a batch of Satin Balls in the freezer today
that will become part of her diet tomorrow.

Isla and Della




Della decided to join us in bed one night. She started out curled up at the foot of the bed
between us like Gigi used to do. But Clay says that she sprawled over to his side of the
bed during the course of the night. We think he was just having a bad dream.