This afternoon, we’ve reached temperatures up to 80°F (27°C). It was perfect weather for doing some garden work, getting the raised beds cleaned up and planting my peas and early Spring flowers. While I pulled out weeds, I also found a carrot that over-wintered in one of the raised beds. I might add it to a stew, later this week. Three Mourning Doves set on the trellis I put up for the peas, in the garden. They inspected my work, fertilized it, and enjoyed the view of the garden from the trellis, before Luis, our dog, chased them away.
Luis’ gets double rewarded this week. Today is his birthday; and tomorrow is Christmas. Oh boy, oh boy! What an exciting day, night and morning for Luis. He got a piece of ham for his birthday. And this evening, we celebrate with some canned foods for the dogs and the cats. Then they all have to go to bed, so Santa can visit our house tonight. And then our birthday boy will have a present under the tree, tomorrow morning.
Happy 3rd Birthday, Luis!
A few years back, Kevin and I planted a peach tree in our backyard. Luckily it was producing fruit in the same year. But back then, we had five peaches growing. And Mr. Squirrel had his own way of sharing: Four peaches for him, one for us as a family of four. I quartered the last peach, so we all could enjoy a little slice of fresh “heaven”.
The following year, we’ve got about a dozen peaches. And Mr. Squirrel was much more generous: He took his four peaches and left us with the eight remaining fruits.
This Spring, our peach tree was in full bloom. And we could tell, we would get tons of peaches this Summer. But I’ve noticed they are a little bit smaller this year. I wonder, if the drought has a big factor in it. The tree didn’t get as much water as in the previous years. And I might have to consider some fertilizer for the next season. So, while Mr. Squirrel, the Blue Jays, Mrs. Mockingbird and Mrs. Sparrow are happily munching away my peaches, I had to rescue some for ourselves. On Monday, I filled up a bowl. And when those fruits are gone, I have to grab some more from the tree. In the meantime, Luis keeps Mr. Squirrel in check. Mr. Squirrel is allowed everywhere on our property, but not on the peach tree. As soon as the Squirrel jumps in that tree, Luis is getting havoc. Once he gets outside, he chases the squirrel across the fence. “No, no! No peaches for you, Mr. Squirrel.”
Damn, it is hot! The last few days, we had temperatures of 106ºF (41ºC) here in the northern part of the DFW Metroplex. The next few days suppose to reach 108/109ºF (42/43ºC), before we get a break and hopefully some rain. Every night, when I water my home garden I also refill the bird baths. One of them, I put lower to the ground. The bunnies and other critters need water in this heat, too. My pets are “lazy” all day, and they won’t move a muscle until 7 PM. When I tell Lexi and Luis to go for a short potty break outside, they look at me as I had stolen their milk bones. Lexi goes in our bedroom, while Luis cools off on our leather couch.
*Original meaning behind “The Dog Days of Summer”:
When Sirius (the brightest star in the constellation Canis Major/Greater Dog, therefore called “The Dog Star”, rises with the Sun on those hot Summer mornings, we call the days from early July until the End of September “The Dog Days of Summer”.
This morning Kevin mowed the lawn, before the girls could play in the sprinklers. Katelynn got bored with it a little bit. She rather sat next to me and talked about her transition from Middle School to High School. Sara couldn’t get enough of jumping back and forth in the sprinkling water. While Sara played in the cool wet, Kevin and I were discussing what we have for dinner tonight. We decided on grilled chicken with potato salad.
Kevin got the grill ready and heated up; Katelynn went inside to play her computer game for a little bit; Sara tried off with her towels; and I watched the dogs rolling around in the grass. Lexi and Luis were staying close to Kevin, when he was tending the grill. Man, that chicken meat smelled so good. Of course, the dogs noticed it as well. Lexi looked at Kevin: “Daddy, are you dropping something for us, soon? My mouth is watering from this good smell!” They got a better and more healthier treat, once we all went back inside. Hmmm! The chicken and salad taste so good on this beautiful, sunny Spring Sunday.
Luis couldn’t wait to go back outside and enjoy the warm weather, yesterday afternoon. After all this rain, he was tired to sit in the house watching Mrs. Rabbit nibble on grass blades all by herself in the backyard. Luis rolled in the grass and put his face towards the warm rays of the Sun. Oh, he is soooo ready for Spring.
The weather is perfect to sit in the backyard. When I opened the patio door to walk out, two furry heads peeked up from the couch. Luis and Chewbacca looked at me: “Can we come outside with you?” “Of course, you can play outside. Come on, let’s go!”, I replied to them. Off they hopped from the couch. Luis ran out first, and Chewbacca followed right behind him. Luis rolled around in the “dead” grass, while Chewbacca watched a leaf falls to the ground. The rays of the Autumn sun makes them both feel good.
Chewbacca chases a grasshopper in the Autumn foliage, while Luis “talks” to his buddy two fences down across the alley. After the grasshopper escaped from the cat, Chewbacca comes back to rub his fur against Luis: “Hey, what were you two talking about?” “The usual conversation: sleep, eat, poop, chasing a wabbit … He ate his owner’s shoe this morning”, Luis replies. “Dogs are weird!” Chewbacca noticed. Luis looks at Chewbacca: “Hahaha! Says the one, who sits on top of the roof and licks his butt for the whole neighborhood to watch it!” “You do, too!!!” “Yeah, but not on top of the roof, buddy.” … Yeah, they are really an odd couple. But as their Momma, I wouldn’t want it any other way. 😉
Luis, our Boxer/Pug/(?) mix, came into our family one year ago. After Ranger crossed the rainbow bridge, Lexi was mourning and therefore not eating anything other than living of two milkbones per day. Well, that’s no diet for a Sheltie in the long run. Katelynn, Sara and I went to the town’s shelter to look at some dogs. The dog we saw online, was already adopted in the early morning. A shelter volunteer pointed out a dog named “Bill”. I said, I wanted to take a look at him. Katelynn, Sara and I walked him around for a little bit, before we decided to take him home with us. After he was adopted, we changed his name into “Luis”.
Now one year later, Luis grew as a great member into our family. He is a very loyal pup. And we could not think being without him. He drives us crazy with his barks, and still trying to plow through the fence, when he sees the dogs in the neighbor’s yard. 😉 But we love him dearly. He enjoys to roll in the grass and take a sun bath. And he loves to help Momma (me) in the garden. ❤
Here is the story, when Luis became a part of our family: https://underthepecantreephotography.com/2017/02/05/my-pets-part-vi/
When I let Luis outside, he went straight for a spot next to the patio table. He stuck his nose right into that hole. Hmmm! I wondered, if Mrs. Cottontail had her first batch of babies for this season. I approached the hole. And sure enough, there were three little Eastern Cottontails tucked under some rabbit fur. Awwww! First of all, I had to get Luis back inside. After he was out of the way, I’ve got an older kitty litter box top, which I put on top of the nest. This way, Mrs. Cottontail can get to her babies. But Mr. Luis can’t stick his nose in the nest anymore. He shows to be a great babysitter, in good ol’ Pitbull fashion. I hope all three will grow strong and make it out of the nest safely.
UPDATE ~ 02-10-2017, 10:15 am: Well, it’s unfortunate! Two didn’t make it through the night. It must have been too cold for them the last couple of nights. I put a warm rice sock under the third baby and some extra leaves on top of it. I hope Momma Cottontail doesn’t mind, that I tried to improve her nest a little bit. I’m heart broken over the loss of the two babies. Maybe the last one will be strong enough to make it. 😥