No snow, and a practically tropical 50 degrees; time to hop on that scooter and RIDE!

I have the cutest scooter in town. I got it before it was trendy to have a scooter. It will be 11 years old in March. Bruce has a big old dirt bike. We love to ride around the “gerbil wheel” route (the same trek around town, over and over again), just cuz it's a fun switch from walking or being in the car.

Night before last, it was a balmy 50 degrees, so we decided to bundle up and go for what may be the last ride of the season. Even at 50 degrees you really have to layer clothes after dark at that temp because that wind is cold! Anyway, we were getting a goodly dose of fresh air and doing just a smidge of window peeking (I am not a voyeur, just love to look at houses to see how they are decorated, I wouldn't even notice if there was a person in there or not….I'm looking at their art or wall color, important stuff like that), and holy smokes………


Ya, a bunch of 'em. What the…….on November 10th? We counted 12 trees in houses, 13 yards decorated with lights, etc., and turned on! I can see hanging your lights when it is warmer so you don't freeze your fingers off like you can bank on a few weeks from now, but turning them on? Hey, I'm no Scrooge, but isn't that kind of excessively early? I remember when I was a kid, there was one family in our town who put their tree up the day after Thanksgiving, and we used to laugh and laugh, thinking that was just nutty. Everybody we knew put their trees up about December 15th. But when I was old enough to get my own place, I was so excited about Christmas and having my own place that I started decorating about December 1st. Now I'm guilty of day after Thanksgiving decorating, but it's because I have so much stuff, and it's so much work putting it all out that I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor for awhile.

But, come on…….This is turkey discrimination! We need to let them strut their stuff for at least a few weeks!



I'm sure the Pilgrims would not approve ๐Ÿ™‚





The story of Rootin Tootin Twister, plus a very important Thanksgiving message

Once upon a time, a roly-poly little puppy came to live at the CottageLodge. My folks picked him up as he ran down the busiest street in our town, following a bunch of little boys on bicycles. My Mom got out of the truck, scooped up the puppy and told the little boys that they couldn't let their puppy run behind them on such a busy street. Much to her surprise they all looked at her and piped up at the same time “it's not our puppy”. She hopped back in the truck, puppy properly tucked under her arm, and made a bee-line for guess where? Yup, to the home of the biggest sucker in town. That would be me. Oh my goodness he was cute.

This isn't Rooti, but he looked just like this when he was a baby.

Most probably 1/2 Border Collie, 1/2 Australian Shepard as close as we could tell. I notified the animal shelter and all the veterinarians offices the next day in case someone had lost him. It turns out, some awful person had dumped 15 puppies in town. I would guess he was probably 5 to 7 weeks old, and just a fur ball. When we went to the vet for his first shots and check up, they noticed his eyes were sort of odd with mis-shapen pupils. We took it in stride, as it didn't seem to affect him too adversely.

My son was lucky to be able to spend his days with my Mom on her farm, rather than go to daycare. My folks raised miniature horses for a lot of years, so my son got to help her think up pretty exotic names for all the baby horses registrations. So, a few days after the puppy came to our house, little son decided a good name for puppy would be “Rootin Tootin Twister”. Not too shabby a handle for a 5 year-old to pick all by himself! So be it, Rooti for short.

Part of the thundering herd at the farm. Minis are so cute!

Well, I think Rooti's mom was most likely also his grandma, sister, and perhaps cousin. I'm thinkin there was a bit of inbreeding at the place he was born. As he grew, we could tell he couldn't see well at all. He also had hearing problems, he had skin allergies and always itched, and his hips were very weak. Good thing he landed at our house. He wouldn't have lasted a week if he had ended up on a ranch or farm (where most dogs of his flavor should be). He preferred living outside (first time I've ever had an outside dog), had a nice cozy dog house, and everybody loved him. He memorized his way around the yard and did just fine. But, having so many health problems, he was nowhere near as active as most Border Collies are, and he really got pudgy.

Rooti tipping the scales at 78 pounds.

About 78 pounds pudgy. He was sickly, but what a guy. Always happy, never crabby about anything, and even when he was feeling bad he always had a tail wag for you. I fed him good quality dog food, and the amount recommended on the package, but he was f.a.t. Then one day, he was really sick. I took him to the vet and they didn't know if he would make it or not. He had a severe case of pancreatitis. They kept him for about 4 days and sent him home with strict instructions, and canned dog food that smelled terrible and looked like glued together sawdust. He hated it, wouldn't eat it, and wasn't getting well too quickly. I decided I had better try to cook something for him, or he'd be a lost cause.

This is the recipe that saved his life – 1 large margarine container of white rice, cooked in 2 1/4 margarine containers of water. 1 pound of boneless, skinless chicken breast, boiled, cooled, and finely chopped. 1 – 32 ounce container of plain, low fat yogurt. 36 ounces of frozen green beans, 12 ounces chopped carrots, 1 large can pumpkin purรฉe. 24 ounces no sugar added applesauce. Stir altogether in a large bowl, and throw it in the fridge. Rooti gets a rounded cup in the morning, and 2 rounded cups in the evening. Glee was also a little pudge bucket (Corgis get really round, and very easily) so she started the home cooked diet with Rooti. She gets a cup in the morning, a cup at night. They LUUUVVV this stuff. It didn't seem like they thought they were deprived at all. And, get this, Rooti went from 78 pounds to 48 pounds. Glee went from 47 pounds to 28 pounds. They both look terrific, and feel much better. Rooti is getting some age related cuckoo-ness, but is probably overall healthier now than he was at half his age. At 15 years 8 months, he is doing pretty darn good for a blind-deaf-bad hipped pooch :). It's a pain in the neck to cook their food, and a bit expensive, but in the long run much cheaper than vet bills, and they are totally worth it! As he got older, he decided he liked being in the house, and has lived inside for the last 4 years. I am very happy about it; it was a big worry when it got cold out, even tho he had an awesomely insulated, strawed, blanketed, sheltered dog house. I would start to fret about it when the temps dropped, and Bruce said gosh, he would sleep in Rooti's house and wouldn't be worried a bit about being cold. (I didn't make him sleep out there ;). Yet)

Sort of posing for me.

You can see his crazy pupils in this pic.

A beauty shot of skinny little Miss Glee.

So the most important reason behind this tremendously long post is that it is getting close to Thanksgiving: PLEASE DO NOT FEED YOUR DOGS TURKEY SKIN!!! DO NOT FEED THEM BUTTERY PEOPLE FOOD!! If you love them, just feed them their normal diet. My vet said this is one of their busiest times of the year because people love their dogs to death. They feed them things that dogs should not have. If they get pancreatitis, they can die. We were lucky we didn't lose Rooti Tooti, and he didn't even get turkey skin.


Teresa ๐Ÿ™‚



Turkey time at CottageLodge

It’s time for my mighty rafter of turkeys to see the light of day for 4 whole weeks. Poor things have to live in boxes downstairs for the other 48 weeks of the year. So here is another one of my collections; kind of like visiting a petting zoo, except different ๐Ÿ™‚

I took the pics with both my point and shoot and iPad – some are more clear than others. Someday I hope to get a fancy pants camera, but for now, what I gots is all I have!

We just finished installing oak floors in the living room, and also had the existing oak floors in the hallway and dining room refinished. I’ve painted (inside and out) so much the last few weeks my arm is about ready to fall off, now the turkeys have a nice shiny fresh place to roost. OK, here is some turkey overload for you…..


This decoy really freaked my cats out the first year he was on the porch.

A very old cast iron turkey bank


Pumpkin turkey or purkey. Tumpkin?


A flock of littles.


These are cool – they are called nodders, and when you give them a little push,they rock back and forth.


A little Pilgrim Mom with her 2 little kids (so the kids are Amish, I’m stretching it a little)


End o’ the bookshelf


This old turkey is made in Germany and is a candy container.



Ya, I am a board off center. I did indeed purchase this wonderful, large picture that I have to find someplace to store for 11 of 12 months a year, but hey, how many people do you know with a Pilgrim picture? Besides, it was 2 bucks; who could pass that up.

Baby turkeys. My Mudder is an arteest, and she painted this special for me for Christmas a few years ago.


A nice, washed out pic of the bookcase.



My big splurge after re-doing the entryway, a beautificus stag head, and he is watching over the prettiest turkey I own. A very pretty pair, me thinks.

How’d that pheasant get in here?


Old chicken feeders Bruce brought back from his Grandparents ranch in Nebraska.

These are the Pilgrim Grandparents.


Guess the crow chased the turkey out of this pic.

I only have a few white turkeys.


A turkey chocolate mold.

My Mom’s cousin was also an artist. She painted the picture and also the little kids


We’ll, there ya have it…..turkey time at CottageLodge! If you think this is overkill, just wait til you see Christmas around here…….


Teresa ๐Ÿ™‚
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A hickory cabinet fit for a CottageLodge

There is a big hickory cupboard in my kitchen. It is wonderful. Tons of storage, roll out shelves for big mixing bowls and other cooking utensils, and a couple of false front drawers to fill with whatever tickles your fancy – we like to keep peppermints in them presently. It also has a bunch of open shelves. I suppose most people would keep dishes, maybe jars of dried goods, that sort of thing, but I like do-dads on 'em. Lots of Lodgey eye candy. It's hard to get a good picture of the shelf contents. No matter what, there are shadows. It is one of those things best seen in person, but since most of you can't come visit me 'cept for here, I'm going to show you the pics I took even tho they are pretty ratty and shadowy looking.


I found out from reading the blog “An Urban Cottage”, that my kitchen is what is called a partially unfitted kitchen. When a kitchen has cupboards that can be moved around or taken with you when you move, my understanding is it's considered to be an unfitted kitchen. If you ever watch HGTV's house hunters international, it seems like lots of homes and apartments in Europe have that sort of kitchen.

We did our kitchen on a shoestring budget. We ordered good quality maple base cabinets and got them when they were having a sale, but only got the bare minimum that would be needed. I had a couple antiques cabinets that I wanted to use in the remodel, which was a bonus because new kitchen cabinetry is expensive! I knew that probably we would still not have enough storage, so when we learned about an auction a fella was having to liquidate his cabinetry building business, we were there Johnny-on-the-spot! So I bid on and won this big old hickory cabinet, paying 80% less than what he had been charging folks to place the same cabinet in their homes when his business had been in full swing. Sweet deal for my pocket book!! I like to rotate what I put on the shelves, befitting the season or Holiday.


Here is the whole conglomerate, in all it's lodgey-ness.


An old souvenir plate from Yellowstone Park, a forever calendar with fox on it, a few old miniature totem poles, an Indian basket, and fox.


A few duck decoys, and an old, pretty mountain pic.


My folks gave me this cabin for Christmas a few years ago. Dad built it, Mom furnished the inside, complete with curtains, a rug in front of the fireplace, and little furniture. It even has a light in the fireplace, so the light glows out of the little curtained windows!


A couple squirrels, and my favorite books on cabin style decorating.

Pretty soon it will be time to switch off and deck everything out with Holiday cheer. I'm glad I'm not a minimalist; it's so fun playing house with all these treasures I've collected over the years. Most of my things have come from rummage sales and auctions and such (which I started frequenting at about age 11 or 12), so there isn't a ton of money invested here, and I really get a lot of joy out of it. All this kind of stuff may not be for everybody, but in my case, it's good enough for who it's for ๐Ÿ˜‰


Teresa ๐Ÿ™‚