This, That, and Dogs

The thaw has set in today, just in time for the next round of winter storm to kick into gear tomorrow. About noon-ish, they’re saying.  That means we need to get to the Krogerville in the morning to re-stock the wine rack.  No Sunday liquor sales in Arkansas.  Stupid, archaic Blue Laws.

We had a case of Kamikaze Birdies yesterday! A Cardinal, a Junco, and a little Chickadee were chasing one another around the deck and feeders and all 3 smashed into the windows. Really hard — I heard the impacts from the other end of the house! Pepper went out to see how they were, got them uprighted, and petted them a little to calm them. A few minutes later, he found a box and brought the Chickadee and the Junco inside. Inside the house! On the kitchen table! He said he didn’t want them just sitting out there, shivering, while they tried to recover. (At least he covered the box with some newspaper.) The Cardinal managed to fly up to the rail outside, so he left her alone. Some 15 minutes later, I heard a commotion in the next room and went to check it out. The Junco had come to his senses and flapped out of the box toward the window! Remember, we have 2 large, very interested bird dogs. Pepper managed to catch the little guy before Bouie and Mysti could, and I opened the door so he could go to  set the little guy free. He flew away, along with the Cardinal, gratefully. The little Chickadee, unfortunately, didn’t make it. Pepper gave him a dignified send off. My big, bad husband is such a softie!  No bird casualties today.  Yet.

We were able to get up the hill last night, so we were also able to make it downtown to a beautiful wedding reception for a young woman we raised along with our girls, held at one of Little Rock’s prettiest hotels (The Capital Hotel).  She was radiant!  I know no one particularly wants to read about the wedding of some total stranger, but that’s beside the point.  This is what’s important:  while we waited for the bride and groom to make their appearance, there was an open bar (always a nice thing), and passed hors d’oeuvres were served.  Oh. My. Gosh.  I now have a new favorite — baked bacon on a stick!!! A little piece of piggish heaven — on a stick!  The bride is a big bacon fan.

And now, to make me smile, a few dog pics:

 Our Mysti Girl, all grown up and “helping” me with my lunch.

 Sweet old man, resting up from a puppy hassling him.

 Bouie and the sunbeam — his new favorite nap spot.

 Mysti, performing her version of “cute” on her birthday.

 More cute.

 Bouie apparently likes this spot, too.

 Ol’ Bou is growing more and more gray hair.  Pepper calls him “Graybeard.”  Talk about pot and kettle . . .

 Mysti like to play with the neighbor Border Collie pup through the fence — can you see the Border Collie snout and paw poking through at the corner?

 Bouie has a raccoon.  And, apparently, a little anxiety.  Look at those ears!

 More cute and perky.

 Mysti is what we like to call a “leaner.”

 Lunch companions.

 Christmas duck (that we had to hide from them before they drove us nuts with the quacker!)

 Watching “The Life of Pi” and hating on some wild hogs (in the previous scene — I know that’s an elephant on the screen now).

Life is good when you’re off the leash.  Happy Sunday!