The Prospector decided to stay home with the dogs and take care of the farm. I drove down to spend the day with family. I stayed overnight at my sister's house and came back home yesterday.
We all had a wonderful time. Lots of visiting, laughing and EATING.
This is The Bean's version of a magic trick, "Look Noni! No hands."
"You'll cut your lip."
"No, I won't Noni. I'm holding the tab."
"You'll swallow the tab!"
"No, I won't."
That's when I used my best "who's the boss" voice,
I took the can and then made the mistake of asking him to smile for the camera. Yea, right.
This is the portrait of a young man.... A few teeth missing, a fake smile... and a dead eye dick stare. So natural, so sweet... HA!
He's a little boy... with attitude. What a little toad, but I love him.
He spent the next few minutes before dinner taking lots of photos of unsuspecting relatives.
I stayed overnight at my sister's and drove the river road home the next day.
On my way back I stopped to take some pictures of a very large herd of goats.
I reached over the fence to get a shot of the goats when I got this funny feeling. I don't know how to explain it. Kind of like a bee buzz only inside of me. I backed up and then I reach over again and the same thing happen. I honestly didn't know what was going on.
Well, I'm sure all of you who have livestock, making sure that your animals are safe from crazy people who might harm them and wanting to keep your animals from wandering into traffic on the road, are well aware of what was happening to me.
This trespasser, who thought she could just lean over the fence to take a few photos was getting "fare warning" from the fence. IT WAS ELECTRIFIED! My brain finally caught up with what was happening.
It's a good thing that I didn't fall against it. Someone would have had to pick me up off of the ground.
And, as if to make things more complicated, I heard a bark and a big white dog came barreling up to the fence.
Immediately it stopped barking. Just call me the dog whisperer.
She had an identical mate right behind her and he didn't seem as friendly.
She settled right down and , although she never jumped up on the fence, she gave me her best wonderful dog look. She seemed young. I think she wanted to play or needed some human companionship.
I took my pictures without touching the fence and kept talking to the dogs. They never got too far away from me. I was, after all, a stranger. A wolf in human clothing. They were doing what they were trained to do.
So I said goodbye and got back into the car.
The drive back across the valley and up into the hills was uneventful.
It was good to be home. The Prospector and the dogs were waiting for me.
I have a lot to be thankful for. Life is good.
Family is important even if circumstances make "being together" sometimes difficult. Having good neighbors helps. They are a support system and a community of friends that serve as surrogates for family when need be. I'm thankful for these people who we call neighbors.
I'm thankful for my true family and the friends that are like family to me.
And I'm thankful for my life.