Now why didn't I think of that?

I really love watermelon.  But it always seems like such a hassle to deal with we didn't get it very often.  Then came the Slice RIght on TV.  Why didn't I think of that??  Of course I didn't spend the $19.95 to buy one, my big chef's knife works just fine, thank you.  But it is great to have that easy big bowl of melon cubes in the fridge.  Yum.

Gracie and I are really lonely for George.  Nothing new. 

At the beach

We went to Ocean shores the week after the fourth of July.  It seems like it was ages ago.  The weather wasn't real good, but we could sit in the car and listen to the roar of the waves.  Our neighbors were good enough to come down and feed sheep and cats. It was a nice vacation.

Speaking of cats ... I'm sorry to say that George has not come home.  We've had record high temperatures since he went missing, so I just don't know ...  Things don't look to favorable for his return. 

One of my favorite places

We came home the "long way" from our friend's place tonight.  This view of Bellingham & Mt. Baker never fails to thrill me.  

Same old thing

I love pumpkin blossoms.  The bright yellow flower and the verdant leaves.  So much so that I realized that I take this same picture over every year.  Proof that life goes on I guess.  No news about George.  A friend sent me a booklet and video made by a real life pet detective.  She has some good ideas that I will try.  Sigh. 

Nothing new...

Well a week has gone by now. I'd give anything to have him come prancing into the living room and jump on my lap.  They have jokes on Pinterest about humans who turn into skeletons while their cats are napping on their laps. Well not quite the skeleton, but I have sat there and fallen asleep myself. Ha ha.

Trying this from my phone for the first time.... It looks like I need to take the picture first. Or hopefully I can add it later. Thank you again for all your well wishes and prayers.  I'll keep you posted.

*picture added later - It was taken last spring.  

New kids on the block

Sadly I have no new news about George.  If I haven't gotten back to you personally, please accept my belated Thanks to everyone who has left such nice supportive notes.  I am more heartbroken every day.

In the mean time, I'll share some other news with you.  I really need to figure out if I can post to my blog from my phone, because I take picture after picture, thinking "Oh, this will make a good story for my blog" - then the pictures just stay on my phone.  I'm on the computer for 7 hours a day at work, so, sometimes my home time is "off line"  -  well, it's gotten to be "Kindle time" lately - I am such a brat - ha ha...

Anyhow, we have some new sheepies here at the farm.  The brown one, of course, is Katie, from this spring.  But The Shepherd likes to have a buddy the same age for his sheep, so the black one is Kayla, who was born in the Olympia area.  Looks like I needed to have wiped off the lens on my camera - but she is a real pretty girl - black, black, black and very fine wool (which is unusual for black - it tends to be a courser fiber)



This is Jefferson, on the left, in the black coat, and Buddy in the brown coat on the right.  The Shepherd decided that the two ram lambs that we had here were not going to work for his breeding plans, so he drove over to Port Ludlow on the Olympic peninsula and picked Jefferson up from Ananda Hills Farm.  Handsome boy with a black/brown fleece.  Again, much finer than normal blacks, so he's looking for some good lambs in the spring.  Of course he will not breed Kayla until 2017 Fall, so a couple of years out on that one.

And Buddy - the same as with the girls - he likes to have a "friend" of the same age and especially for the boys, company in the pasture.

So, that's the news.  I'll be in touch. 

Missing...

George is missing.

This is a boy who never misses a meal - he's missed two breakfasts and two dinners. 

I'm hoping he carelessly got locked into someone's garage.  Tomorrow I'll check with the Humane Society. 

Many of us who do not have human children, have feline children.  I am just short of brokenhearted.  Please come home.