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One of our chores on the homestead is checking the mail. It’s a big chore, and we take it very seriously. So each evening, we head down the driveway.

We romp around for a while.

We wrestle a bit.

We do a little lounging while mom gets the mail.

We stop by the creek for a sip of cool water.

And then we search for hidden treasures.

There’s got to be a hidden treasure.

Found it!

Hey! Just who’s hidden treasure is it, anyway?

We stop and look at the pretty Indian Pipes.

And we find some neat mushrooms.

We dig and sniff around for anything we might have missed.

And when it’s time to head to the house, we sit back and smile with satisfaction at the great job we’ve done at our chore of getting the mail.

Bee Free,
Penny

Bernie and I are adopting siblings - a little boy and a little girl. They are seven weeks old. In two weeks, we will pick them up. It’s a big step, but one we feel we are ready for.

Introducing, our little bundles of joy:

Are they not just hopelessly adorable? The white one is the male and the brown one is the female. They are German Shepherd/Alaskan Malamute mix. We’ve been searching for the perfect dogs for our situation, and I know we have found them. We found them using Pet Finder. If you are looking for the perfect pet, check them out! Betty Sue from Our Critters in Ararat, Virginia is caring for these babies right now, and that’s from whom we are adopting them. Yay Betty Sue! What a great service.

The babies won’t be eight weeks old and ready to leave mama until next weekend. Unfortunately, we are out of town next weekend. Betty Sue has agreed to hold them for us until the following weekend - January 24. I just hope I can sleep between now and then. I simply can not wait! Bernie’s pretty darn excited, too. In fact, it was Bernie that looked at their pictures and immediately said I should check to see if they are still available. He’s such a sucker for a pretty face.

We’re going to start working with the puppies right away to make sure they get along with Elvis, Priscilla, and the chickens. I imagine Bernie will keep these puppies at his side most of the day as he works around the property. I’m OK with that, but I can’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, one will be a mama’s girl and want to hang out inside with me in my office while I’m working during the week. Elvis and Priscilla may have different thoughts on that, though. Especially Elvis. He “goes to work” with me each morning and situates himself right next to my keyboard as I log in for the day.

OK. OK. Enough baby talk. I just thought you’d like to hear me talk about something other than turning ffff, ffff, ffff, um, another year older. Hey - maybe turning half a century isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

Bee Free,
Penny