baby

It Started With The Twins…

Little girls dresses and sweaters

Last year my niece had twins. I wanted to make something nice for them, so I chose little dresses and cardigans. When I finished with the outfits, there was still some yarn and ribbon leftover. That led to this:

I used the yarn and ribbon and some fabric from my stash to make these. They were donated to the church to help new mothers in need.

********************

Murphy sitting in sunshine

You’re lucky I’m a good boy or I would have chewed up those dinosaurs.

My motives were not entirely altruistic, however. I counted the materials I used in my One Thing Each Day challenge.

******************

I know some of you have wondered what happened to us. Murphy is fine. Me not so much. In extremely rare cases, psoriasis can go to the eyes. I can’t win even a scratch off lottery ticket, but somehow I can do this.

Anyway, right now the glare from computer screens is too much for me for more than a few minutes at a time, so I can’t do Bitey Dog (or do online banking or file taxes. Eek!). As soon as I feel better, we’ll be back to telling bitey stories! 😊

28 CommentsLeave a comment

Under the Strawberries

In the spring, I was tidying up the garden when I noticed that one of my strawberry plants had died.

Strawberry bed without chicken wire cover.

*

The strawberry bed has a foot high metal wall with chicken wire on top. When I lifted the wire to pull up the dead plant, I found that some stupid b*tch bunny had hopped on top of the chicken wire and clawed and chewed her way into the bed. She dug a hole under one of my unlucky plants and laid her clutch of fur-covered destroyers. When I picked up the plant, I found a huge wad of her hair where the roots should have been and three sleeping vermin underneath.

Evil lagomorphs where strawberry should be.

*

I tried to shoo the undersized monsters away to wreak their havoc elsewhere, but they were stubbornly reluctant to leave.

*

Voracious cuniculus is trying to blend in with the dirt.

(I’m not gonna eat that strawberry. Honest.)

*

Hence the term “harebrained”.

*

You can’t see me!

(Oh yes I can.)

*

For the rabbit lovers out there, no cottontails were (seriously) harmed in the making of this blog post. (My turnips, peas and strawberries suffered, however!!) I did tell them that if I caught them in the garden again I would make Hasenpfeffer out of them. So far they’ve wisely heeded my warning.

*

Murphy putting his terrier stink in the garden to try to keep the pests away.

*

Hello? Are there any bunnies in there?

27 CommentsLeave a comment

Little Bird, Little Bird…

…fly through my window!

Baby robin stands in grass

Note, little bird, that the song did not say “Poop on my lawn chair!”  or “Make my small dogs bark!”.  You really should reconsider your agenda for the day.

Robin Faux Hawk 2

When Geordie was a puppy, he had a bird friend:  The Faux-hawk Robin.  This bird had a peculiar feather-do that made him easy to spot.  After that first friend, Geordie was never playful with birds again.  I am glad I got to watch the two of them together.

Robin and Geordie - Copy

*********************************************************************************

To read more of Bitey’s adventures, pick up a copy of his book, A Tired Mommy Is a  Good Mommy available in paperback and Kindle versions at Amazon.

0 CommentsLeave a comment