Hang On To Your Hat!

Oh, the wind!!! Usually it simmers down toward the end of November, but it has run right into December this year. This sign I saw posted on Facebook just about covers it!

Nonetheless, it has been ever so beautiful on these wintery days. You can just about always count on that around here.

This was last Tuesday –

The next day was about a 180* turnaround –

 

 

This last photo is of the same trees in the first photo. It was so pretty at work…..blustery and cold, everything in shades of black, white, and grey. Then, a half dozen delicate little does and their babies appeared, trekking toward the trees and down to the river, breaking up the monotone landscape.

The next day was like a snow globe had settled, and it brought brilliant blue skies, and sparkling white mountains.

The Canadian Honkers were flying over by the hundreds before the storm set in. Many were landing in the fields nearby where grain had been harvested, taking advantage of what had been knocked off in the process.

Some took time to rest at the river, taking a break from fighting the wind.

When it gets so cold and windy, it tends to slow down a bit at work. It is so nice to have my silly girls to keep me entertained thru the day πŸ™‚

Must be like sitting on your Mom's lap when you're little. The buffalo gal just piles right on top of little Declan, and makes herself comfortable!

Piper taught herself to get up to the window so she can take a gander at all the goings on outside. That drawer is heated, so she pops up there, gets herself situated, and takes in all the happenings. Best spot in the house!

 

TTFN,

Teresa

 

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Terriers, Or Is It Terrors?

I found this cute puppy painting for sale at a store in Bozeman.

Bears a certain likeness to someone I know!

Little Miss Piper. She is a wild and wooly little hoot! Never a dull moment when she's around. What a mischief maker – A few weeks ago she shredded the seat of my leather couch :-/ Not so happy about that. I cannot keep a stuffed toy any longer than a week, and they are confetti-ized.

This is her favorite sock to play with (it had a lost mate in the laundry and was nearly new when we bequeathed it to her, and not that long ago either). And her 2nd best thing to play with, wood. Which is also not great, because I'm sure she must swallow some of it. My kitchen floor looks like a beaver lives in my house. We heat mostly with wood and have a huge wood stack in the yard, so there is no way to keep it 100% away from her.

She was scaling to the very tip-top of the woodpile (which is against the alley) whenever she saw a dog, deer, bunny, anything interesting to bark at, so Bruce had to screw an old hollow core door horizontally to 2 posts to block her access to the mountain of wood. She has no fear, and is generally going about 90 miles per hour, so I didn't want her to jump, or fall off the stack and into the alley.

A few days ago we were home on lunch break, and I happened to glance out the window.

Imagine my surprise when I saw wonder dog zipping around the top deck rail! (I grabbed my camera off the table before making her get down.) My deck is pretty far off the ground, so that makes me a tad nervous.

Declan was the most quiet, polite little lady, until the buffalo gal (Piper) came to live with us. She is apparently a pretty terrific teacher, and is turning Declan into quite the ruffian companion…..monkey see, monkey do. You can see Declan's little nose poking out in the right of the photo. She was on the table, and I'm sure was trying to figure out how to get on the rail with Piper.

Boy, are they pals!

 

 

 

 

I've never had terriers before, and they are an energetic lot, to say the least. Smart, funny, sweet, and bullheaded. Really bullheaded. This is the first time in my adult life that I haven't had some sort of stock dog. I miss having them so much. But we really needed to have more compact dogs now since our circumstances have changed and we have to transport everyone to the cabin when we go – littler dogs are easier to tuck under your arm and go.

We sure love 'em. Bruce always tells Piper ” You might be a goof ball, but you're our goof ball”.

TTFN,

Teresa

 

 

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Switching Up

I need some big vitamins.

Last year I put every drop of Halloween stuff I own out. About 5 or 6 big storage tubs full. I do it solely for my own entertainment, because

#1 Mr. Bruce could not give a hoot. I'm sure he is not enthralled with skeletons, dangling bats, and blinking orange lights to weave thru to get to his recliner. πŸ˜‰

#2 I had a grand total of 1Trick-or-Treater last year.

#3 No one but Bruce and myself passed thru the front door of my house the full month of October last year.

This year I am pleading exhaustion (aka laziness). I put one little ghosty sign, a pretend crow, and a light-up plastic ghost on my front porch, and that is the extent of it. Not that I really need to make excuses to myself for myself, but I guess it is the polite thing to do!

But, needing a little change/pick-me-up, I did switch out the shelf content on my hickory cabinet in the kitchen. Here is how the shelves had looked for quite awhile –

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So I packed up most of this stuff, and drug out my bears.

I spent awhile arranging, then re-arranging them. Kind of like playing Barbies, but with bears – guess that's Montana style. (Or deranged CottageLodge gal style.)

 

 

 

 

I really like this big one. I think he is a very old Glacier Park souvenir bear.

The way he is painted and sculpted is similar to this smaller guy, and I know he is an early 50's Glacier souvenir. Some kind soul placed a piece of cloth tape on the underneath of the bear, stating where they got him and the year. I was glad no one had peeled it off at the antique store where I bought him.

I really like old National Park stuff, and try to snap it up when I come across it, if it's affordable.

This pic came across my feed on face book; I would love to have a bigger, framed version of it. It brought back memories of our family trips thru the park when I was little. We used to open the windows a crack and push cookies out to feed the bears. There would usually be lots of other folks doing the same thing, and most times would have a crowd of around 5 or 7 bears, all schnarfing whatever folks would hand out to them. Sometimes they would jump on the hood of the car and lick the windshield, begging for more snacks. Thankfully, this feeding practice has been strictly outlawed now, both for the good of the bears, and the safety of the tourists. I really don't know why it was ever tolerated. But it sure happened, clear into the 70's.

I can hardly believe October is 2/3s over. I love the fall, and we are having a beautiful one here this year, but I am totally unprepared for the holidays to be just around the corner.

Yep, I need big vitamins.

TTFN,

Teresa

 

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Wee Visitors

Finally was able to download the photos of the tiny baby skunks that played in our yard this summer. I think something drastic happened to their mama, and they were on their own. Poor little buggers. But they seemed to be managing, and because they were overly exposed to humans and their pets at such an early age, these babies had very little fear of all of us. I happened upon one under my apple tree one afternoon. My kitty Angel was with me. She was sitting quietly in the grass as I checked the apples, when out waddled this itty – bitty baby skunk. It sniffed around, and didn't pay me much heed as it walked just a few feet away. It sauntered over to my cat, and made these ever so tough stomping maneuvers toward her. It was pretty comical! She haughtily took in all 4 inches of the little beast and looked at him like whatever! When he realized he was not striking fear into her heart, he turned around and continued his hunt for apples. No spraying, no fussing – thank goodness! ( I don't even know if they are able to spray at such a very young age.)

I was only about 2 feet away from this little munchkin.

They were so tiny (literally about about 4 inches in length), and wiggled about so much, it was really difficult to catch a clear photo of them.

This one had found a stinky old dead mouse under the pine tree and was noisily munching and crunching away on it :-/

I fill an enamelware dish with dry food for my dogs to graze on as they please. A few weeks ago I filled the dish before we all went to bed. Bruce gets up a bit before I do and gets the dogs up to go outside. When I got up, I noticed the dog's dish was empty; I thought my girls had been very hungry that morning! A couple days later, the same thing. That dish holds about 5 cups of food. I knew my 2 little shorty pies were not putting away that much grub in such a short time span! For the next few nights, I made sure Angel was in the house, then put the slider in the doggy door for the night. After just a couple of nights, I noticed the flap on the doggy door was missing about 2 inches off the corner……..Apparently little Mr. Skunk was a tad bit annoyed that he had been uninvited to smorgasbord for a few nights, and tried to chew his way thru the doggy door to help himself to dinner!

They are so darn cute when they are little, but pretty much lose their appeal after you are forced to bathe a dog that has had a close encounter of the worst kind! I just hope these little guys have moved on to greener pastures. I have no ill will toward them, just would rather they move down the pike a bit, away from my curious poochies – I'm not sure how well they would all play together, if'n ya know what I mean!!

TTFN,

Teresa

 

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Piper is Home

Well, it's a done deal. This little gal is at her forever home.

I think, as far as having a few days adjustment time goes, Declan is having a harder time than Piper. Although, Piper has some very obvious trauma issues for sure. She is scared of boots, scared of baseball caps, and terrified of sticks. She is having a very difficult time warming up to Bruce. When we got home from Anaconda, she was doing pretty well. She really likes Declan (but I'm not sure the feeling is fully reciprocated yet), and was doing fine moseying around the house. Then Bruce picked up a measuring stick to push Declan's toy out from under the bookshelf, and Piper tucked her tail and ran to the corner where she just cowered. Poor little baby. Who knows what all she has endured.

She was found wandering as a stray on the Browning Indian Reservation. She was taken to a shelter in that area, then transported to the shelter in Anaconda. Then, the lady that runs the shelter took her to her house for about a week. She was taken to the veterinary clinic and spayed on the 3rd, then back to the shelter. We picked her up on the 5th and drove 135 miles home. The vet that spayed her thinks she is probably around 8 months old, and definitely less than a year. I can't believe she is as trusting and happy as she seems right now. That's a pretty rough life for a baby, and she most certainly displays signs of abuse. I told her when we walked in the house, whatever she's had to go thru before now she can forget about, because she doesn't have to worry a bit with her new crew. We'll do our dangedest to give her the best life possible.

Declan warmed up to her fairly quickly, but if it was up to Piper, the running and hopping would last 4 hours straight. That's a bit much when Declan was just used to playing with Glee for about 10 minutes at a stretch. So when Piper is persistent about playing, it makes Declan afraid, and she tries to run away from her. She has had 2 bad crash and burns trying to outrun the play monster, and is now limping pretty badly on her right front leg. We have have had to intervene and pack Declan around much more than she is used to. We also let her lay on our bed with the door shut to escape for a little quiet time.

 

 

I think things will wind down and norm out; all in good time. Declan is just such a shy little thing, it is hard for her to be around a normal acting, rambunctious puppy. Glee was like a loving little Nanny to her, always tolerant, carefully playful, and so patient with her, that this little ruffian is fairly startling to deal with!

Anyone considering pet adoption, please look into Pintler Pets in Anaconda, MT. As I write this, there are 82 cats/kittens, and 38 dogs/puppies in their little, bare bones shelter. Pat, the shelter administrator, said they are getting another shipment of dogs/puppies this coming Saturday from the reservation. We have a new, very fancy pants ,deluxe shelter in our town, and it seems they usually have only 4 to 10 dogs at most. I went out there yesterday to try to find a mesh vest harness for Piper before we go back to work tomorrow. I talked with the lady working the desk and asked her why the don't take some of the animals to help Pintler Pets. She said she would talk to her boss to try and get some of the overflow. I really hope she is good for her word. There is a desperate need for homes for these many animals!

TTFN,

Teresa

 

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A Happy Birthday For Me

I have been at my “new” job for a year already, so decided it was time to take a bit of vacation. My birthday was last week and I thought that would be an opportune time. Bruce said he would swap his holiday time off from Monday (Memorial Day) and take Friday instead, and we could go to Billings. Then I could peruse all the antique shops to pick my own birthday present. He is a smart fella. He knew that if he could come up with something lots of fun that I couldn't say no to, chances were greatly reduced that I would ask for my usual gift of labor on his part! (Instead of asking for wrapable gifts, I always ask him to finish some project on the honey-do list.)

So I had a wonderful, leisurely week. Got some gardening done (despite lots of rain), and managed to do a little pre-Billings birthday shopping right here in town. I found this first book at the fancy-pants thrift downtown.

I love books, and was thrilled when I opened this one and saw all it had to offer.

Chapter after chapter of animals found in the wild, with each chapter culminating in a frameable print, if a person would be so inclined to cut it out of the book. All of the pictures are by the artist Francis Lee Jaques who did innumerous illustrations for the magazine Outdoor Life. In addition to the beautiful pictures, the whole book is a very interesting read. It was published in the mid 1950's.

 

This picture alone was reason enough for me to buy the book. I think it is beautiful, and would go wonderfully with my small collection of other fox pictures – that is, if I can bring myself to cut this book. My Mom raised my brother and I to respect and never disfigure or maim books. But I can see, in my minds eye, a lot of these illustrations beautifully matted and framed, hanging at the cabin!

 

 

Especially this one! With the cabin being named Moose Springs and all πŸ™‚

This second book I found at the regular thrift, and spent a whopping 75 cents for it! It is by Lawrence Sheehan whose wife Carol was the editor for the the magazine “Country Home” for many years. Her wonderful editorials were the first thing I turned to when I subscribed to that magazine, before it went under. She was like reading a favorite blog; so personable, fun, and interesting. Apparently she was a contributor to this book, and it is grand.

It has endearing photography, touching stories, and great ideas for incorporating dog inspired collections into your home.

 

 

 

I can't understand why anyone would have wanted to be rid of this book and donate it to the thrift! Oh well, their loss is my gain! It couldn't have come to a better home – I read my decorating books over and over again!

And on to our Billings trip –

This was my first find. I love how when something is just right, it practically jumps right off the shelf or wall into your arms. You can pass a thousand other things, and then, all of a sudden, there is that one something special thing that just pops out and glows! At least that's how it seems to work for me. The photo doesn't do this collector plate justice. It is a really stunning portrait of an elk, and will look perfect at the cabin.

For my turkey collection. I do not have another hen turkey looking back like this one, and at $4 for the pair I couldn't pass them up.

Another purchase for the cabin, and not only to feed my lamp fixation, but also my bear collection.

I think he is a cute little guy, and was very reasonably priced at an antique mall.

This Navajo style, 100% wool rug was a steal of a deal at a saddle shop. Now I wish I would have gotten 2, but I need to hold back a bit to see what will be truly needed when I get to finally decorate the cabin for real.

 

I was tickled to find these 2; Yellowstone Park memorabilia is getting harder and harder to find.

When we got home, my Mom and Dad came to town for cake and ice cream, and brought me some more awesome presents!

Isn't this the cutest little winter cabin! I love it!

And, what a coincidence, another plate! But this one is a true antique, and so beautiful and unique! It's funny because for Christmas my other Mother, Roxy, gave me an antique picture of a turkey herder that she found in Round Top, Texas; then my Mom finds this plate with a turkey herder! I have old pictures with sheep herders in them, but had never before heard of or seen turkey herders!

My Mom also gave me some yummy smelling lotion and lip balm, and 3 cute shirts for work. Talk about getting spoiled!

Then my bestest neighbor/friend/critter-sitter Eileen brought over this sweet garden light and hanger.

It is so pretty, and really puts out a lot of light, so I put it next to the steps in my yard to help folks not trip in the dark. She also brought me a personal birthday cupcake, and a baby tomato plant for my garden that she started from seed at her house! AND, she babysat Glee and Declan while we were in Billings since that was the first time Declan has been left for a whole day.

Pretty darn awesome birthday, wouldn't you agree?!

TTFN,

Teresa

 

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Hippity-Hoppity!

Ten days til Easter! Out come the bunnies – the real, fuzzy ones are hopping all around our neighborhood, the cute do-dad ones are scattered here and there in my house.

 

 

My Mom cut back her rosemary plant and brought a big chunk to me. My nose is in heaven! I just plopped the bunch in this old bowl, and it fills the whole room with that wonderful aroma.

 

 

These are really old light covers that were in a box with equally old Christmas ornaments that my Grandad found at the green boxes. One man's trash is another man's treasure! He knows I'm goofy about antique stuff so he gave the whole box to me!

Same story with this guy. He was badly broken and going in the garbage at the flower shop my Mom worked at, and she rescued him, brought him home, and repaired him (you can barely tell, if at all, where he was broken after she fixed it). Garbage is apparently my cup of tea!

Not all my do-dads are garbage or from thrift stores (but most of them are πŸ™‚ ).

 

A bunny “snow baby” box (that came in it's original box) I got for 50 cents at the thrift. I think it's so cute.

 

 

 

These are probably my very favorite bunnies. They are very old German candy containers.

These are also German candy containers I found at an antique store in Minnesota.

Here is a very woodsy little hippity-hop!

 

 

There's not a chance I will be able to get a picture of a real bunny in my yard. Miss Declan has discovered the fuzzy little critters while peering out the windows. Now she is obsessed! Thankfully they are staying out of harms way by sticking close to the woodpile.

My poor flower beds are in a dreadful state. They look terribly bedraggled, but Mother Nature is nursing them along, and there are bright spots starting to pop up here and there.

Sunny little daffodils.

Tough crocuses, who will show their pretty purple petals even with snow all around them.

I don't know what these tiny little flowers are called. They are spread all over the gardens, even jumping into the lawn in spots. I love their color.

The bleeding hearts are just bursting thru!

Hope you all have a very Hoppy Easter! And do remember the reason for the season!

TTFN,

Teresa πŸ™‚

 

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Livin’ Small

So, we were tooling around the other day, just getting some fresh air and soaking up the sunshine, and I happened to see this loverly, restored, sheep herders wagon, parked in the yard of a local ranching family. These wagons aren't an uncommon sight in this neck of the woods, but most aren't as meticulously restored as this shining example.

The “Tiny House” movement is such a big whoop-dee-doo right now, and it just kind of made me laugh to think it is such a new concept! Gosh, these sheep herders wagons have been around for, probably, 150 years or so; and before that, in European countries, the Gypsies had little house wagons that were probably what the sheep herders wagons in the U.S. were modeled after.

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They were the ultimate in compact living back in the day.

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This one has been somewhat modernized with rubber tires.

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Boy, you'd sure have some black and blue shins after making that bed!

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They contained darn near everything you depended on in a regular house, short of indoor plumbing.

The newer tiny houses that are being built presently do have some terrific storage ideas and modern conveniences that our generation demands, because in this day and age we have so much more stuff. When you think about a sheep herder, living out in the sticks, he probably needed the clothes on his back, and maybe one spare pair in case he absolutely had to break down and wash his duds. Enough food to last he and his dog a month or two (time dependent on however long the grass would hold out in the area for the number of sheep he was tending). A few cooking utensils. Soap and a straight edged razor, if he was so inclined (I think most were not terribly concerned about hygiene – who was around to impress?). A gun to ward off predators. Probably a rudimentary first-aid kit, most assuredly containing a good sized bottle of the most affordable whiskey for medicinal purposes. A lantern, and maybe a book or two, or a deck of cards for a game of solitaire, to while away the time.

They were of good enough design that there are modern copycat versions that can be purchased today.

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As time went on and folks started camping for enjoyment, camp trailers were designed with more conveniences in mind for families. Now, those little trailers are about worth their weight in gold. They are kind of a trend right now.

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We have a little 12 foot camp trailer that Bruce got a heck of a deal on (of course he did, he's been under excruciating financial training since we've been married πŸ™‚ ) that he bought long before we ever knew we'd have a cabin. It's better than sleeping on the ground for sure, but it really takes some adjusting to maneuver around in, and quite a lot of flopping and tossing to get comfortable to sleep. But there are a lot of folks that fix them up cute as doll houses, and commence to travel a far piece with them. I've read several articles about these “Sisters on the Fly”, and they don't let any grass grow under their feet! They travel all over, convoy style, with their little trailers, and have gotten semi-famous for their efforts!

Folks are pretty innovative when it comes to home-made versions. They run the gamut from soup to nuts size wise.

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The oversized deluxe version. I wouldn't be surprised if they have a guest suite in there by the looks of it!

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This itty-bitty coffin sized model is a smidge too compact for me!

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You could probably have someone in for a cup of coffe in this one!

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Even one just the right size for your best pal! (Not really for towing, just for cute!)

Anyhoo, I say more power to anybody that is a proponent of the Tiny House movement. I think it is a wonderful thing if one is able to be less materialistic and can manage in a miniature space. Personally, I like a little more space to mosey around in! But the concept of living small is fascinating, and has sure been around for a long time!

TTFN,

Teresa

 

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Faces To Love

These are my bestest girls in the whole world!

She's got me wrapped around her little dewclaw!

I love this little sweet pea with all my heart!

I can't for the life of me understand why animal shelters are full to overflowing. These little friends are some of the best parts of living a full and happy life. They ask so little, and give so very much.

TTFN,

Teresa

 

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