We got more snow today than we’ve had all winter in middle Tennessee. Since we’re not used to it, snow is an event in Nashville, and an even bigger one at The Farnival. Needless to say, the dogs have been smacking down in in the mosh pit all afternoon.
Read MoreI’ll admit, when I first started finding dead moles, I blamed my feline posse, because, normally, my cats are the ones responsible for the critter carcasses I find in the basement, bathroom, and kitchen, on the deck, the front porch, and scattered around the yard. Not this time.
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Read MoreI’m sorry posts have been so slow, but I’ve been in the frozen tundra of Montpelier, Vermont, studying at graduate school, without a single dog. Sometimes, I think I’m more wolf than human because I’m craving everything from the smell of Adriana’s paws to Tony’s puppy breath. I’ll be back at the Farnival next weekend.
Read MoreIt’s been a week since Floyd’s ACL surgery, and he’s already putting weight on the knee. This week we start physical therapy, which we’ve chosen to do ourselves to save money. It basically means massaging and stretching the leg with ten minute leashed walks twice a day. Right now, Dr. Au recommends seven more weeks of therapy.
Read MoreLater this week, I’ll be posting one of Mason’s famous mosh pit photo essays. Here’s the crew taking a break from one of their smack downs to watch a squirrel picking up nuts:
Read MoreWe dropped Floyd off at the Blue Pearl Vet at 7 AM yesterday, and three hours later his surgeon called, saying his ACL procedure was a success. Dr. Kevin Au had every reason to believe that in a couple of months his knee would be 95% back to normal. It will never be 100%.
Read MoreI love smelling Adriana’s paws and my husband loves busting me.
Read MoreWhen the receptionist at the BluePearl Vet passed me Floyd’s surgery estimate, I blanched: $3458. It went way beyond my worst-guess scenario. In 2008, our eldest dog, Dessie had similar ACL surgery at the same establishment and it cost $1672. The price more than doubled in six years.
Read MoreFloyd, a six-year-old chow-lab mutt with a coat as copper as cedar bark, is a quiet dog. For the most part, he remains expressionless, rarely showing much emotion at all. He’s been a member of our pack for five and a half years.
Read MoreThe best part of traveling with the NHRA Drag Racing tour was coming home.
On Monday mornings – the day I wrapped up work and returned to the Farnival – no matter how late I went to bed or what time my flight departed, my eyes popped open at 4 AM. The anticipation of seeing my pack made my heart pitter-patter like a tap dancer.
Read MoreHi y’all. Thanks for your patience over the past couple of months. Today is my last one traveling with the NHRA Drag Racing Tour. By the end of this week, the Farnival will be running at maximum capacity again
Read MoreMason and are are in Las Vegas, but every once in a while my dog sitters, Kaye and Lino, send me a note about our pack that makes me giggle. This morning Kaye’s message was so funny that I had to share:
Read MoreAdriana, our four- month- old mutt, must be experiencing the equivalent of a toddler’s terrible twos. Every time I turn around that little freak is up to no good, scrounging through trash cans, running wild with socks, or returning from the mosh pit covered in tree sap and Tennessee red clay.
Read MoreMason and I got home from Charlotte, North Carolina on Monday, and we’re leaving for Dallas, Texas tomorrow. I’m cheering for Ron Capps to win the NHRA Funny Car Championship because he’s old school, funny, and been within spitting distance of the title too many times now. It’s his turn.
Read MoreHi y’all. Sorry about the slow content. but I warned you: when I’m working with the NHRA, it tends to absorb my entire life. And it doesn’t help that I love drag racing either.
Read MoreOn Friday evening, Mace and I took our eleven-week-old puppy Adriana to the Fort Campbell Military Base. We were having dinner with the goofiest hound dog we ever fostered, Silvio Dante, and his family.
Read MoreOn our flight to the west coast, Adriana slept the entire five hours. But, on the plane ride back, she yipped pretty much every ten minutes, sick and tired of being shoved in a bag under a dark cold seat. Finally, Mace and I gave up trying to get her to sleep and ripped off pages of Southwest airline’s Spirit Magazine for her to chew up. As far as the time in between, well, maybe these pictures will tell the story:
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