More Troubles In Willy World

I’ve gotten way behind on my house chores.  An unexpected early work day gives me the opportunity to catch up.

Among the plethora of chores I’m behind on is laundry.  Dog laundry to be more specific.  Every week I wash all dog beds, blankets and even their toys.

I just started the 3rd load, and noticed the living room had no more toys strewn about.  I could have sworn there were more.

Then I found this:

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Don’t worry Toys, I’ll make sure you get to stay smelly!

Apparently Willy is as displeased over the prospect of laundering the toys today as he was over my timing of washing the couch cover yesterday.

He’s going to be quite peeved in about 30 minutes when the current wash load is finished and the bed he’s sleeping on will be disassembled for the next one.

Power Struggles at Run A Muck Ranch

Sundays are couch cover laundry days, which means I have to remove them.

Today, Willy took issue with my timing.

Which part of DO NOT DISTURB do you not understand?!?!?!
Which part of “DO NOT DISTURB” do you not understand?!?!?!

You can tell from the look in his eye and the digging in of his body that he was NOT going to yield.

Eventually, Willy moved on, but not before he hung the “Maid Service Requested” sign.

Good to know who’s in charge!

The Once And Former

Remember when Morty moved in?  He just showed up in the driveway one day, smelling wild, and refused to leave.

Morty, the day he showed up, Memorial Day weekend, 2012.
Morty, the day he showed up, Memorial Day weekend, 2012.

No one claimed him.

Turns out, Morty and Crabby had a similar interest:  the love of nature and getting away from it all.  And so it came to pass that Morty became Crabby’s Main Mutt.

The Noble Beast in his element.
The Noble Beast in his element. (2012)

Morty had no fear.

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The ground was his bed and the sky was his blanket. If he got tired, he just lay down where ever he was and took a snooze.   He needed no comforts of home, the Wild was his home.

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So rugged was Morty, he could even carry his own pack and it never slowed him down.

2013
2013

But then things started to change.

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2014

And then they changed some more.

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And here we are today:

I present to you, The Once and Former Noble Beast, now known as Princess Morty.

Princess Morty, 7/4/15
Princess Morty, 7/4/15

There’s Something in the Hay!

We’ve converted Hal and Charlie into free range horses.  Rather than turning them out in the arena, we just open their stall doors and let them wander where ever they want.  The back yard is fenced, why confine them to one section?

To further boost their ‘environmental enrichment’, and despite Hal’s issues with hay, from time to time we’re dropping a bale of bermuda hay (the less tasty kind) so the boys can get in touch with their herbivore roots.  They pick at it, but don’t dive in like they did when hay was their primary food source, and when they got alfalfa or timothy, the yummier kinds.

 

Why not?  I have the only horse who can't eat hay on a regular basis without getting digestive upset!  Thanks Hal!
Why not? I have the only horse who can’t eat hay on a regular basis without getting digestive upset! Thanks Hal!

 

Bermuda hay is very loose and messy, unlike alfalfa or timothy which hold together.  As loose at it is, and as relatively gentle as the horses seem to be with it, I couldn’t understand why it keeps ending up in a pile resembling what the grower had just cut down.

Tonight I found the answer.  It’s not the hay that’s the problem, it’s what’s in it.    It appears we have some sort of burrowing creature inhabiting our hay bales.

 

 

 

 

It appears we have an insect of some sort in the hay!

 

 

 

Sarah Happy Feet… Almost

Sarah’s handicap gives her the most endearing gait when she runs.  We call her Sarah Happy Feet when she gets in The Zone.  Blessed be the photographer who can capture Sarah Happy Feet at just the right moment.

 

Huge smile and legs all over the place, it can brighten anyone’s day.

 

Crabby and I had Sarah out on the desert this evening, and the light happened to be perfect.  What a great time to get the last Sarah Happy Feet photos of 2014!

The way to capture the best Happy Feet picture is to get Sarah started, then keep the finger on the shutter button until she either runs me over (grace and depth perception are not Sarah’s strong points) or passes me.  The hope is the last shot before collision or “sprint by” will be THE one.

 

Big Smile, Check!  Motivation (in the form of Crabby running), Check!  Happy Feet in motion, Check!
Big Smile, Check! Motivation (in the form of Crabby running), Check! Happy Feet in motion, Check!

 

Getting closer!  All systems go!
Getting closer! All systems go!

 

 

Woo Hoo!  A couple more  steps and we will have THE best Happy Feet photo of 2014!  We're psyched!
Woo Hoo! A couple more steps and we will have THE best Happy Feet photo of 2014! We’re psyched!

 

 

But this is Run A Muck Ranch.  Nothing seems to go our way.

 

 

Figures...
I present to you, Gertie Photo Bomb, 2014.

 

Christmas Came Early to Run A Muck Ranch

Y’all know how Crabby and his Main Mutt Morty like to get out into the wilderness.   You should also know how happy Willy gets whenever Crabby and Morty leave.

I found the PERFECT gift for the 3 of them!

 

Parts 1 and 1a were here yesterday.  Fortunately, neither Crabby nor Morty could figure out what was coming next.
Parts 1 and 1a were here yesterday. Fortunately, neither Crabby nor Morty could figure out what was coming next.
Oooohhh!  What could the life vests possibly  be for?????
Oooohhh! What could the life vests possibly be for?????

The Main Event arrived today.

Crabby and Morty have their very own Sea Eagle inflatable kayak!
Crabby and Morty have their very own Sea Eagle inflatable kayak!

 

Crabby tests his rowing technique.
Crabby tests his rowing technique.
Morty says, "Hey, Pa!  It's mine too!  I wanna try it out!"
Morty says, “Hey, Pa! It’s mine too! I wanna try it out!”

 

Yup, I think the boys will have some fun with their new toy!
Yup, I think the boys will have some fun with their new toy!

So, Willy; how do you feel about yet one more opportunity for Morty and your Dad to leave for day(s) at a time?

 

Wooo Hoooo!
Wooo Hoooo!

 

Crabby and Morty will be taking The Sea Woof to Lake Pleasant on Saturday for her maiden voyage.

 

Crabby Puts His Foot Down on Another Rescue

An innocent creature in need presented himself in our driveway this evening and I’m ashamed to say Crabby strongly refused to offer refuge to this latest wayward soul.

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Poor little guy, it's December but it hasn't gotten cold.
Poor little guy, it’s December and he’s still out in the big bad world.

 

The unseasonably warm weather is confusing the snakes.  The temperatures are keeping them awake, but it isn’t warm enough for them to move around at peak snake speed, making them easy pickings for predators and heartless humans.   Additionally, if the weather does decide to turn cold, the snakes above ground will die.   This little guy was very slow, probably on the gravel trying to get warm.

 

He was too heat deprived to defend himself.
He was too heat deprived to defend himself.

 

My original intent, given 1 very cold night could kill him, was to see if we had a ‘habitat’ to put him in, inside the house, where he could be safe from the elements, at least until it was safe to release him – sometime in the spring.

But Crabby is mean, and locked the gates of Run A Muck Ranch against the critter (and me, lest I try to smuggle the little guy in the house).

In the end, I moved the little snake to a shrub that I hoped would provide at least some comfort in his time of need.

 

Slowly inching under a jojoba bush.
Slowly inching under a jojoba bush.

 

After a thorough frisking to insure I wasn’t smuggling in anything slithery, Crabby allowed me back in the house.

Bummer is, the little snake looked like a Larry to me.  As you know, I really want a Larry.

Study Buddies

I’ve been hitting the books pretty hard of late, and sometimes I need a little support and encouragement.

This was my study group last night while I was working on calculations for a specialized diet.

 

That patch of bare space between DASH! and Willy was my spot.
The patch of bare space between DASH! and Willy was my space. 

 

While the rest of the group really didn’t help very much, my ever attentive William took copious notes for me.