tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20858800386625083522024-03-12T18:31:35.008-07:00Chickens Running with DogsRandom thoughts on dogs, chickens, and running.Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04504815553905075501noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085880038662508352.post-85920305718823655092011-07-06T16:38:00.000-07:002011-07-07T04:52:16.743-07:00What is your favorite time of the day spent with. . .?After watching a talk show this afternoon I started thinking. A certain celebrity guest was gushing about her current flame and was asked this question: What is your favorite time with [your significant other]?<br />
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That really got me thinking!! Personally, I am blessed with many many many - too many to pick just one. To narrow down one is difficult. However, if forced to chose, it would be when sitting next to the best bfitw at <a href="http://seekandfind.com/directory/holy-family-catholic-church_10091.html">church</a> Sundays. Nine o'clock mass is something we both look forward to very much - even when we choose not to treat ourselves to <a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/208/1058294/restaurant/Michigan/Colonial-Village-Bakery-West-Branch">creme filled long john's and peanut sprinkled glazed twists </a>downtown after and instead get right back home. Unfortunately for my pancreas this doesn't happen very often. :)<br />
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Also, in no particular order, MORE favorite times with. . . .:<br />
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<li>Dogs. Watching them play with each other. </li>
<li>Dinner. Breaking bread with family. </li>
<li>Shopping. Searching for fancy ingredients for said dinner. </li>
<li>Running. With friends.</li>
<li>Bed time. My good night phone call.</li>
<li>Air conditioning. At night. </li>
<li>Wireless home <strike>modem</strike> router (oops!). Anytime! Luvin' this. </li>
</ol><div>What are some of your favorite times with. . . ???</div><div><br />
</div><div>Here are a few quick updates on the chickens, dogs, and running ----</div><div><u>Dogs</u>: No recent deer dropping baths. :) Ozzie had tons of fun in the water Monday. And he got clean and fluffy and smelling good and was none the wiser. Baths for him would NOT make this list. Oreo still learning to love the <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=44.247699,-84.041854&hl=en&ll=44.247699,-84.041854&spn=0.016447,0.037894&sll=44.247699,-84.041854&sspn=0.016447,0.037894&z=15">lake</a>. But she loves her baths! Weird, I know. He loves the water, hates baths. She dislikes the water and loves baths. </div><div><u>Running</u>: Had a personal best time @ <a href="http://bayshoremarathon.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=83&Itemid=51">Bayshore 1/2 marathon</a> in May!! Thank you <a href="http://www.infiniteiron.com/aboutyourtrainers.html">pt</a>!! </div><div><u>Chickens</u>: No, no eggs yet!! Just the never ending supply of <a href="http://www.ilovechickenpoop.com/">fertilizer</a> :) </div>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04504815553905075501noreply@blogger.com4Ann Arbor, MI, USA42.2708716 -83.726329442.2202191 -83.7882119 42.3215241 -83.6644469tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2085880038662508352.post-68525730833346645132011-05-05T16:57:00.000-07:002011-05-05T16:57:41.449-07:00Oh, Deer!Country Dogs. Why must they roll in deer you-know-what??!! Always. Every time. Like me and a chocolate Zingers they're just unable to pass it up.<br />
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Occupied with moving the 10 new baby chicks from their current Igloo home in Nick's room to the coop outside with their older sister peeps the dogs got busy themselves. Rolling in crazy smelling stuff.<br />
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After the new arrivals settled in and checked out their new digs (see how both the older and younger ones are perching on those old stools? Chickens need perches. NEVER stand under a chicken perching!)<br />
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I searched for the dogs, found them, and saw THIS on Ozzie:<br />
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</div>They both stood guard in the coop area until Mom returned from her errands.<br />
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Then she got the hose and bathed the dog and sterilized the cooler. Bleach is the OCDer's best friend. Bleach for the cooler, not the puppy. But I've thought about it. . . :)<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">2. I love <u>FAMILY</u>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">3. Chickens <em>smell</em>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">4. Bubble baths fix all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">5. True: You are what you eat.</span>Kelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04504815553905075501noreply@blogger.com0Ann Arbor, MI, USA42.2708716 -83.726329442.2202191 -83.7882119 42.3215241 -83.6644469