Just an Old Fashioned Update

11:46

Lynne has a baby bunny that sometime sappears outside of her office window to cheer her up. I've got about five baby coyotes. Finally caught them playing in the back yard this morning. They were just so cute! the mother wasn't around though, so either the den is a lot closer than we know about or she was out hunting the babies have taken it upon themsellves to wander. They didn't spend a lot of time out from the cover of the brush, so maybe they were playing hide and seek and maybe they were just trying to disobey Mother as little as possible.

I wonder if they'll come back tomorrow.

Aparently, we had a pack cutting through our yard all winter. This doesn't worry me and I'm not at all displeased. Says good things about the property. Might have to be more careful when the horses get here, but that's along ways off and anything can happen.

Dona has finally had it with the noisy mutts behind us. (Again.) They are theonly dogs around us that are not under any control by the owners. And trust me - there are a lot of dogs on the properties around us and only one has a single dog. So the "excessive" noise is stupid and unnecessary. Dona has tried to talk to the neighbour about it, but the owner just gets defensive and says that the dogs are "just doing their job".

Bull cookies.

So she's calling the county to complain. Especially since one of the dogs frequently jobs the fence to wander into our yard. He often comes up to the house, whether we are in or outof the yard, and just as often leaps the fence to chase the cats that also wander in. The owner says that nothing they do stops the dog from jumping the fence.

Try fixing it, moron. Better still, make it taller. It's a medium sized dog. It has limits.

So, after we call the county to complain, if nothing changes, we'll shoot the dog when it comes over. 'Nuff said. We don't want that thing jumping over when we have our own cats outside (tied!!) or visiting friends with their kids.

Besides, Dona is afraid of dogs.

My brother, Michael, still won't give me his address. I just want it so that I can mail him things from time to time. Cards, gifts ... stuff like that. Usually, I would just leave things at my arents house and he'd pick them up, and I'd come around again to pick up what he left behind. My parents are trying to go to Scotland. That's a long way to go to pick up your mail. Still, he stalls. He won't do it.

Jack ass.

So I may have a job offer coming up ... again. This one was brought to my attention through more reliable resources. Seems that one of their friends has a landscaping company and she needs help because two of her people are leaving. Sure, it's not horses, but I can deal with that. It's apaycheque right? And I have bills to pay. Not a lot, but enough to cause me grief.

Speaking of which, I'd better get my butt in gear and change my information with two of them. Heh.

Sweet Dreams!