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She's really a good eater, just loves to help us out there. And so, when we're canning stuff we can always count on her support. The past three days we've put up, pinto beans/w pork, corn relish, salsa verde, eggplant parmasan, and peach pie filling, yum. Our pear and apple trees will be ready in about a week, so we're ready.
Steve went fishing,[here's 'Goin' Fishin', by BARTLETT ON BASS, from LiqdSoulCoffee , special thanks to Martin and Barb Salinas for making this video available. sorry it's so dark...only copy I can find.] Anyway, Steve caught several Salmon in the river near here, smoked them up, de-boned them and canned them, along with some B.B.Q'ed chicken and B.B.Q'ed pork. THAT's where Daisy May just SHINES, and her talent shows. Boy, can she eat...and hardly ever gets tired of pitching right in. What a trooper. 'Thanks again Daisy'. 'Really, Daisy, I mean it'...BUT, yesterday's the first time...yes, the very first and ONLY time we can remember, that our WONDERFUL dog Daisy got a little over excited about ALL the food, and made a tiny-weeny mistake. Just a small one, mind you....She helped us out by eating...yes, our whole, smoked ham that Steve, had smoked and worked on for hours getting just right and we were planning on having for dinner last night. We had foolishly left it in the smoker...OUR mistake.
We were down by our barn splitting up four cords of firewood, with a loud spliter [spell?]....Daisy usually comes down to help with the wood, and didn't want to this time...for a tiny moment we [Steve and I], both thought this a bit odd. but, only for a short moment.....no Daisy's just tired, that's all.
So, when we got back to the house,...the smoker was turned over, ...the ham gone, the dog smiling, licking her lips, chewing a hambone.
Well, I hate to admit it...but, we both yelled at the dog. It was for just a split moment but, done just the same. Daisy ran down our driveway, into our 'little bit' crazy neighbor's yard and disappears on his about 5 acres of land. Both of us are calling and yelling, telling Daisy that we didn't mean it...she can have our dinner, we love her...It's O.K., things like that.
THEN...we heard, from our very crazy neighbor's direction....." 7 rounds go off,...from a high-powered rifle". this is Steve's wording. For me, I heard 7 shots go off in the direction of our dog 'Amazin' Daisa' ,[what Steve always calls her, when he petting her]. Oh No! Not that!!...NOT Guns!
It's getting dark, we too dark to see...what's happening, anyway?...'D-A-I-S-Y', 'D-A-I-S-Y'. We call 9-1-1. Steve won't stop calling her name...hoping, wishing, praying,..... anything.
WAIT,...There she is...coming out of the dark forest between us and our 'wee bit 'crazy neighbor's yard...She's O.K., running to Steve. We check no blood, no injuries...just scared. We're scared too. I call 9-1-1, She's O.K. I tell them. Just a regular day on the O.K. Corral..er a I mean, down on the farm. Jan
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Some of my favorite funny videos are from simonscat on YOUTUBE. This one is called 'Fed Up', about Felix the dog, reminds me of our Daisy May just trying to help us out. Enjoy.
2.] RAWHIDE, by Frankie Laine, from Michael McKenna 1958...another great song.
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