Ann’s Weblog

On the left is “Lela”, for whom a new home is needed. Sad to say, many dog owners in our small town let their dogs run free, and the dogs come into yards to harrass or harm pets like Lela. I have been struggling to think of someone with a fenced yard or an acreage where Lela wouldn’t have to be tied and wouldn’t be stressed or attacked by other dogs. She is dainty in a home, happily sleeps in an airline kennel, and learns easily.

On the right is “Mocha” who is the pup I groomed on Thursday. He has a history of being patient while being clipped and washed, but ADAMANT about not getting his toenails trimmed. At this appointment, I conned and cajoled and out-maneuvered Mocha; not only did I get the job done, but he didn’t seem as determined to bite me as the last few times.

We had some new snow last night, after most of it had disappeared:

Gary is out moving snow around with the snowblower. It’s wet and heavy, and pushing/blowing some out of the way will channel the run-off later.

I guess that’s enough blogging for one day! Thanks for coming by to read.

~Ann

We went out for our usual Sunday brunch, and that was fine and dandy. We always cover a lot of bases… religion, politics, sex, and more.

We spoke of homemade bread, and thereafter I could hardly wait to get home to BAKE. I made Elephant Ears (pictured above), dinner rolls, sticky buns (with no cinnamon, because I didn’t have any), and a loaf of rye bread. Don’t be misled by the caption for this blog entry: I ate more elephant ears than Gary did, and I gave a couple of them to a weary client who was picking up his dogs and still far from home. Elephant Ears are no more than deep fried bread dough, dusted or shaken with sugar of your choice. Yummy.

Most of my work was cancelled today because the highways are covered with slush and folks didn’t want to drive; I don’t blame them. I will care for the boarding dogs, hang out with Gary, and maybe try to get some sewing done.

Oh, yes.. and I will check in with my chat friends from time to time, so that some people can accuse me of being there “all of the time”!

Stay well, folks. ~Ann

Saturday night, we went for dinner at the home of friends of ours in Dunster.

Our friend S. had asked in mid-week what my favourite dinner is. Although I have MANY favourite meals, I have always especially enjoyed the roast chicken that we have at their house, and these are are usually obtained from a local hobby farmer. I replied that I would love to have one of “Jim’s chickens”, thinking that my friend had one in the freezer!

As it turns out, our friends didn’t have one, and asked Jim, who said that he was COMPLETELY OUT of chickens and turkeys. S. decided to go out to Jim’s after teaching school that day, in order to buy some of Jim’s homemade sausage. When she got there, Jim led her out to his freezer building and showed her, conspiratorially, two precious frozen chickens and said that S. could pick one.

So we had a “Jim’s chicken”, made all the more wonderful by the adventure in the obtaining of it and the shortage of supply. All the rest of the meal was excellent, as always, and the red wine robust, and the company wonderful.