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OMG. I'm Coraline's Mother!

The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

OMG. I'm Coraline's Mother!

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Today, I was working and I realized that I've become Coraline's mother. (Not the Other Mother, thank goodness.)

The chickens have been out in their pen by day, so the Goldens have been in the house since they haven't quite learned to behave yet, and I don't trust them unsupervised. So here I am glued to my computer, writing gardening articles. (Yes, really. I write mostly gardening articles. Just like Coraline's mother.)

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While the Goldens wander in and flop their heads over on me and sigh about how bored they are, and "Can't we go outside?"

No. Go count the numbers of windows or write a list of everything you find that's blue. Don't bug me. I need to work.

Goldens, if you discover a much better Mommy who offers you canned dog food for every meal and never tires of throwing Big Orange but who has buttons for eyes, don't fall for it.

Life here has been hectic. SWG birthday is underway. The chickens are growing quickly. We had one at the vet earlier this week, but that's for a post to follow.
  • My neighbour introduced me to her chickens the other week and I was most impressed.They are far more lovable than I expected and the eggs are delicious! Good luck with yours!
    • Mine are really cute, but I'm also really biased. ;) Of course, they're also still little. We have two types, and one type will flutter onto our arms when we put reach into our box. Our favorite (Rose) fluttered onto my husband's shoulder the other day and came in with him to wake me up in the morning. They've been really delightful! :)
  • Goldens, she's just saying that. I'll feed you primo dog food for every meal PLUS all the tops of the strawberries AND will throw toys* AND let you swim in the pool all day! ;)

    *Is "Big Orange" a good/bad cuz? That would be funny if it was, as the bad cuz ("Mr. Feet") is Louis's absolute favorite toy of all toys on the planet.
    • LMAO! Yes! I'm not sure if it's a good or a bad, but it's a Cuz toy! They have four: two pink, one green, and one orange. The two pinks are lost at the moment (probably under the bed), and so the green and the orange are usually plugged into each retriever's mouth! They wrestle over them and are generally obsessed. I think the noise attracts them initially, though they usually knock out the squeakers pretty quickly. (Though Big Orange kept its squeaker for a long time and was blissfully stolen by the neighbor's dog for some months before reappearing in our yard, squeaker still intact. Unfortunately.) Many a Saturday morning, I have awakened to the squeak of a "Big"; the Goldens recognize their worth as alarm clocks. And all they have to hear is that squeaker rattling inside the ball, and they come running. They also managed to find them under three feet of snow. (Not that Bobby and I left them out intentionally, knowing a blizzard was on the way or anything ... ;)

      The Goldens want to know, "But will you let us chase the chickens??" The chickens are the Goldens like those cool gloves were to Coraline--desired but forbidden! ;)
      • That's hilarious! Mr. Feet no longer squeaks, thank goodness. Especially since it was the evil Mr. Feet, and made that awful demon grunt-squeak. The squeaker is not even left to rattle around inside, but mention "Mr. Feet" and the chaos will begin as Louis scrambles to find it. We just have one, but it has never been lost. Although Louis did try to lose it forever by dropping it out the car window one day...Luckily, we were in the garage!

        Actually, Louis is currently outside in the 100+ weather with his Mr. Feet, alternatively rolling it into the pool for amusement and barking or howling for someone to come throw it for him.

        Goldens, of course I will let you chase chickens! You can ask Louis though, the chickens are loud freaks of nature that aren't as fun as they look!
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