NOT SURE WHICH ONE......

Hello dear imaginary reader! I am sorry to have been away from here for so long - technical issues were the cause. Fingers crossed that they are finished, don’t think that I can call myself a technical person, but hope I have things under control.

It was a busy week here in the middle of nowhere, still going strong on getting the gardens up to snuff and then piling on the mulch. Last week DC dropped off the big guy Murphy, for a day of fun and games and a sleep over with Ollie. Thank goodness Murphy had his tie out as I had a lot of work that I wanted to get done. The love of my immediate life and I quickly decided that if I tried to put the screw post into the dirt that in no time flat, Murph would be coming to visit me in what ever garden I was mulching. With that in mind, I placed the wire coated lead around one of our big maple trees in the front yard. My thought was that I would zip to the side yard with the wheelbarrow and Ollie, quickly scoop up some mulch and get back to a flower bed close to Murphy as fast as I could.

My first mistake was taking Ollie with me - the second Murph couldn’t see Ollie, he started barking. The second mistake was thinking that I could shovel mulch quickly, have you met my back and hip? None the less, quick scoop McGraw I made my self be. I turned the corner just as the howl was about to begin. The look on Murphy’s face was pure joy “OLLIE, YOU DO LOVE ME”!
I would dump my wheelbarrow and get another load as quickly as possible. I had such plans! Nope, Murphy’s law was about to take precedent, he just could not handle Ollie being out of sight, me, meh, he could do with out. His buddy, no way.

It was time to change tactics. We have 8 big pine trees at the mouth of our driveway, their cones cause havoc with the blade of the lawn mower when my love gets his outdoor work hat on. I made the decision that I would pick them all up so that Murphy could keep an eye on Ollie (and me). After the second wheelbarrow my body was not liking what I was doing to it. Did I listen?

Murphy has gotten to be a big boy, and plays so gently with Ollie there is a bit of difference in size; Murphy 61 pounds and Ollie 16 pounds. Murphy 7 months, Ollie 12 years. They love to chase each other around our kitchen island and dining table. The night after their sleep over the love of my immediate life had Ollie out for his evening constitutional when Ollie saw a rabbit and chased after it. From what we can figure out, we think he zigged when he should have zagged and managed to injure himself. Which led to us having to miss DC’s graduation as we had to take Ollie to the vet. I suppose that perhaps I may have over reacted, I was soooo upset - but after loosing our big dog so quickly my mind and heart quickly slip to scary thoughts.

My back was done in my either the mulch or the pine ones, I am betting this one....

I guess my take away from this week is that no matter your age, young or old, sometimes ya just have to take a couple of steps backward dear imaginary reader, take a chance and run with the big dogs.