Lilly always stays.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe snow is falling at a constant pace, blanketing the farm; our world. Coated in white it’s pictured beautifully out my office window. The last week in March and I believe this is the most snow we’ve gotten this winter. The weatherman (ugh) is calling for snow all day and mentioned something about an accumulation but…. we’ll see.

I’m a little late moving this morning, its 7am and I haven’t been out to the barns yet but that’s ok. I know the animals are all tucked in: the goats don’t like to get their feet wet (read previous posting) and the horses are always fine. They give me little, if no trouble at all.

My husband will sleep until late morning today, he’s up often during the night, having difficulty sleeping or getting comfortable. Our dogs seem to follow his lead, staying snuggled in until he gets up. Even Eli the Labrador and youngest of the pack has fallen into pace with the other two dogs. He patiently waits until I open the kitchen door to the stairs before he bounds down headed through the other kitchen door to the great outdoors for his morning constitution, a few sniffs around the garden, and then back in and up the stairs again until Doug is ready to face the day.

Phoebe comes down with him and makes her quick exit out the door and in the time it’s taken me to turn the coffeemaker on she is waiting for me to let her in. She’s a Chinese Crested and because of her lack of hair (her breed doesn’t have fur, instead they actually have hair) she wants back in to the warmth of the house. She hops up into the lap of a big wicker chair in the kitchen awaiting her ginger cookie and then she too wants back up to the bedroom. This ritual takes place in precisely the same manner each and every morning.

Lilly is the only one who stays. She is burrowed deep under the blankets her back usually resting against Doug’s back. Lilly is steadfast in her love and devotion to Doug; she rarely leaves his side.

It’s an odd phenomena paying witness to the psychology of the bond between my very ill husband and our dogs. I believe strongly that animals and their human counterparts share a unique symbiotic relationship, but watching it in action, especially when times are rough is a special gift.

Times are rough lately.

When I grow up I want to be a weather man or why I don’t watch TV.

I don’t watch a lot of TV. It’s not really that I don’t have time, it’s simply an activity that I don’t find enjoyable… well except once in a while I may catch an episode of the Big Bang Theory. The writers are brilliant and who doesn’t love Sheldon? I just think there’s a lot of crap on TV and it’s a waste of time when I could engage my interests elsewhere.

I don’t remember exactly when, but a few months ago a story went viral on the internet and then ended up being reported by Brian Williams about a pig that rescued a goat from drowning. The story captured everyone’s attention and because lots of people know I raise goats, they had to share the heart warming story with me.

Now, because I’m basically a nice person, and I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, I listened to the tale about the pig and the goat, smiling and saying things like “Ahhh and Ohhhh, how nice” but now I have to confess that the voice inside my head didn’t agree. That voice inside my head was saying ” Go ahead, give them the V-8 slap upside the head and yell, “What’s wrong with you people? It’s not real!!” No, it’s not real because goats are smart and they hate water and have no desire to hop in the pond for a swim even on the hottest day of the year!

A few nights ago, Brian Williams had to report that the pig saving goat event was a fabrication. WHAT? The story was cow pies all along? You’re kidding, imagine that! Just when I was pondering getting pigs for the farm and enlist them as lifeguards, ( I could really use a lifeguard once in a while) now I have to reconsider. Darn it Brian Williams!

Poor little piggy, how quickly one can lose their hero status.

I’ll bet Mr. Williams wanted to V-8 slap someone….. fact checker.
Then again, he could have phoned me. I could have told him it wasn’t so. Hamed up shenanigans that’s what it was.

Because I rarely watch TV I was completely unaware of the big winter storm a coming our way this past week. I get my weather report from the century old and reliable Farmers Almanac – I am a farmfrau after all and remarkably so, that little bathroom reader is incredibly accurate. Also, I don’t think the folks who publish the Farmers Almanac fall in with my theory about the weathermen on TV.

Mr.Benn, my darling husband watches TV and it was Tuesday evening when he alarmed me with the news of the impending storm. According to our local weather man we were getting 8 to 12 inches of the white stuff beginning at midnight.

“Are you sure,” I asked him as I looked up at the crystal blue sky above.

Yup, slammed, he texted ( he’s a man of few words.)

Ok, so I ran to the TV to watch the weather report and sure as sleet, the weather man is giving a moment by moment bulletin on the storm watch interrupted by commercials for toilet paper, Red Box movies, and frozen food snacks.

Hummmm, my theory you ask? I believe the salaries of local weather men are subsidized by grocery conglomerates. Call me crazy but the following day, as usual, I walked out to the barn to feed the new baby and milk her mother (explanation about this in future posting) and slush. We got slush. Wet, rainy snowy slush.

The girls are all huddled in the barn, happy to see me, but they are none the less, backed up to the barn wall because goats hate to get their feet wet and there’s slush on the ground.

And so folks, that’s how I knew the pig saving the baby goat was road apples.

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