Those who love Spanish Mustang horses know that Rickman Spanish Mustangs has some of the best ones. I welcomed Finale’s Smoking Gold to our ranchito in Nebraska. Smoke is a beauty.
I have to share a short post today. After twenty years of teaching, I have my own office at my new job! I feel appreciated, supported and happy. For distance learning, I have a huge TV.
My friend, Laura, and I took apart the dog kennel last night to load it into her cargo van. It was about two inches too big to fit, so we put it back together again. The dogs have to have a kennel for outside time, so I had to take stock of my options. It was necessary to buy a dog kennel when I got to the new place today. Laura and I unloaded the furniture and went back to town.The dogs took the trip well—better than I had anticipated! Boxi even barked at me when I stopped to fill the gas tank. She was wagging her little tail too. I think Chance slept the entire trip, but he seemed to have a calming effect on Boxi. Jinxx was fine, but she was indignant about being crated. Safety first.By the time I’d bought a new kennel, I had received a $40 discount because the panels had been slightly bent. We took our prize back to the new home and set it up. With three of us working on it, the kennel was operational in no time flat! The electrician had been to the house, fixed the fuse and left in our absence. I was thrilled to have the lights upstairs and the fridge running. I don’t even mind the bill that’s coming. I’m thankful for everything. My friends have really come though for me. They have given their time and muscles to help us, and I couldn’t do this without them.Now I’m back at the old house planning what to pack next. I still have a ton of work to do, so I’d better rest up!
This moving business is for the birds. The reason behind the move is fabulous—I have a new job that I can’t wait to start. The down side is packing, lugging, worrying.
We moved cats Friday. My friend had extra crates, so it fell to my Bela to wrangle cats. She’s a champion cat wrangler! The funniest part was that Bela had the cats divided into three groups: The OG (Original Gangsta) Girls, The Intruders and The Queen. What was not funny—the singing of feline voices for the first hour and a half. They accidentally harmonized a few times. One of my sassiest kitties had the hardest time with the move. Poor Lil Devil stayed in her crate for at least two hours after I opened the door. We got her out gently and loved on her. She’s much better now, but I was worrying. (If you know me, you understand that’s what I do.)
I made the journey back to our old home today. Another friend came to help me load stuff in her cargo van. It took some doing and some advice from her father-in-law, but the job is done. We plan to leave at 5 in the morning, unload and come back. My dogs are confused by the missing cats and furniture, but I think they’ll be fine. I hope they’ll be fine, Right now Boxi (our little black ankle biter) is in my room and refuses to come out. She’s pouting about wearing her collar and tags. She is also letting me know it’s bedtime. I hate to tell her I’m not yet ready. I need to finish packing a few things, so I’ll post again when things settle down.
A year ago today Cherokee Lady moved to Nebraska from Oklahoma (through a storm on one of the coldest days!).
She has grown into a lovely, long-legged girl who will do nearly anything for horse candy. I can’t believe how much she has grown. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised after buying her groceries. 🙂