Nature Friday ~ July 26, 2024

Welcome to the latest edition of Nature Friday where we join our friends, Rosy and Sunny from Adventures of the LLB Gang. Elsa here. Another hot week is in the books and an even hotter one is forecast for next week. It is compounded with some of the worst air quality in the entire country. Denver continues to be plagued with ozone issues and now wildfire smoke coming from Canada and the Pacific Northwest has arrived. On Tuesday, the Swiss company IQAir who tracks air quality, rated Denver the worst in the country and was rated 9th worst in the world. With 40+% humidity and somewhat cloudy conditions, our walks stop being fun. Normally the humidity hovers in the very low teens so this definitely feels muggy to us.

Wilson:  Exactly. As I walk three times farther than you do, I huff and puff like a bloody steam engine. Even potty breaks throughout the day are short to say the least.

Elsa:  It’s miserable for all of us. Normally the early morning air is clean and fresh but we know isn’t because Mom coughs almost the entire walk even before she checks for air quality alerts that now last all pretty much all day long.

Wilson: It’s enough to make a chap stay indoors, I tell you. But let’s share what we saw just this morning, shall we?

Elsa: I’m game. What ‘cha got?

Wilson: Well I’m still getting used to the botany around here. I have to inspect some things very closely.

Flowers - Coleus

Elsa: Umm, I think you photobombed Mom.

Wilson: Ah…well, how’s this frame showing off that beautiful Coleus and those lovely Dahlias?

Elsa: Oh yes, that’s much better. That planter has a lot of pretties in it. And besides, no one wants to see your big fat jughead in a planter.

Wilson: {miffed} Well, I had to check it up close and personal and can tell you that I was quite mesmerized by all that color. Nearby I found a nice patch of orange coneflower, also known as Rudbeckia that was located within some other plants. Guess Mum realized she probably needs to hold me close to her so I don’t investigate too closely.

Elsa: Well just realize it’s good practice for you to stay close for when you go visit folks at hospital. They can’t have your large tuchus sashaying all over the hallways.

Wilson: Oh dear, I never thought about it like that. I’ll make a note since I certainly don’t want to get Mum in trouble because I’m investigating the world around me and will try to stay more focused.

Elsa: You say that now, but I know when a squirrel or bunny comes into view, all bets are off. At least you give the birds a break.

Wilson: Not that there will likely be any birds in hospital but crikey…you ever try to get close to birds? Obviously they don’t want to become friends with a cuddly chap like me anyway.

Elsa: Your size probably intimidates them. I learned a long time ago it’s impossible to try to get close to them. Those wings work hard to stay away from the jaws of death.

Wilson: If you think I’m big, you should see the Irish Wolfhound puppies. Those little buggers are growing like weeds. Check out this little ‘chonker.’ He’s the largest of the litter and will likely be quite a specimen when fully grown. Check out those little pinky paws and that round belly!

Elsa: I’ll grant you that he and his siblings are going make you look small by comparison. Mom’s daughter says they’re doing well and gaining weight.

Wilson: They’re sure cute and I’m glad Mum receives regular updates on how they’re doing. And just for the record, the ‘jaws of death’ are reserved just for squirrels. I will say the birds were definitely enjoying all the sunflowers we walk past. They wait until the last second to avoid any encounters with me and Mum while eating the seeds.

Elsa: Everyone seems to like sunflowers. They’re pretty cheery, that’s for sure. I’m also a big fan of hollyhocks. They can grow just about anywhere and it makes you wonder how they manage to thrive in sidewalk cracks.

Wilson: Right-o! Another beautiful example of brilliant color. Rather like this daylily which I’m particularly fond. They are blooming all over the neighborhood in assorted colors.

Elsa: Oooh, that is a vivid specimen! I’ll give you points for finding that one. So…you got any critter sightings this week?

Wilson: As a matter of fact, I do. This cat was lounging inside the windowsill and seemed fairly focused on making sure we didn’t linger too long interrupting his bird watching. We walk past that house every day, but have never seen him before. He seems like a fairly big fellow.

Elsa: Meh…I’m sure I could take him.

Wilson: {gasp} Why on earth would you? He’s minding his own business. Such hostility…what’s up with that?

Elsa: It’s not hostility-I’m a Ninja. It’s just what we do.

Wilson:  I see no reason to cause a bloody ruckus in the neighborhood. Unless we’re talking about squirrels…then you have my wholehearted approval…although I’d prefer if you left the squirrel hunting to me. I’m getting better at anticipating their wily ways. Why just a couple of days ago, I was within a whisker of catching one before he jumped up on to a power pole to escape.

Elsa: Yeah, You startled both me and Mom. Remember the house rule-one mustn’t hurt Mom.

Wilson: Well he startled me, too. And because I know it upsets Mum, I’ll keep that rule in mind. I did however see that African chap you’ve mentioned before. I think he enjoys munching on tree leaves.

Elsa: {eyes rolling} You buffoon…that’s yard art. That giraffe statute isn’t real.

Wilson: It’s not? Hmm…that’s a major disappointment. So little sister…what plans do you have for the weekend?

Elsa: Lots of naps in air-conditioned paradise, Dude. Not much else can be done. Oh and I’ll probably check out some of coverage of the Olympics. But that’s the extent of it.

Wilson: I’ll be right there with you. I rather enjoy watching the telly. Whatever you do, we hope you have a marvelous weekend and hopefully are able to see some of the finer examples of nature’s beauty when and wherever possible. Cheerio!

Live, love, bark! 🐾

Nature Friday ~ July 19, 2024

Welcome to this week’s edition of Nature Friday where we join our friends from the Adventures of the LLB Gang  for their weekly blog hop. There are 64 days until the official arrival of autumn, but who’s counting?  Sorry we’re late posting. Mom gets easily sidetracked and said she had some things to take care this morning. Elsa here with slices of nature from around our ‘Hood. Like everywhere else on this blue marble, it’s been hot and unlike many areas, our neighborhood remains dry as a bone.

Wilson: Bone? What…where…did you get a fresh bone? How come I didn’t get a bone?

Elsa: Here we go again. Yo, “Hoover,” it’s an expression. I didn’t get a bone; there. are. no. bones, I’m just describing the moisture situation. Or lack thereof.

Wilson: Whew, I was afraid that maybe I missed something to nosh upon…ok carry on.

Elsa: {eyes rolling} Well, it’s that time of summer where bad grasses come out and stick to everything…socks, furry legs,  paws, well you get the idea. Mom had to pull some of those nasty things off both of our ankles and feet and several of them managed to weave their nasty little selves into our back door mat. They’re a real pain to remove since they’re like Velcro with barbed ends. We’ve written about these rotten things before. Well dude, I’m here to tell ya they haven’t gotten any less evil. Let’s take a gander at Foxtails first. Yikes, they have a gajillion seeds that are stickier than Gorilla Glue…just waiting for some unsuspecting chunk of fur to attack like Velcro.

Guess Nature decided Foxtails weren’t bad enough, so she decided to create goatgrass.  This one is particularly troublesome for us dogs and can cause all sorts of problems.

Wilson: Yeah, one those guys hitchhiked on one of my legs when I was sniffing for the perfect spot to relieve myself and I had a devil of a time trying to pull that bad boy out. And I thought the weeds and bugs were bad in Missouri.

Elsa: Oh trust me, Missouri does not have a monopoly on bad weeds. Luckily Mom is neurotic very conscientious about anything that sticks to our furs. Which is a good thing, unless of course, you’re the one at the end of a slicker brush.

Wilson: Egad…don’t remind me {shivers}. Count me in the ‘not a fan’ category.

Elsa: Down Wimpy…let’s talk about some nice things. Hibiscus flowers are in bloom right now. Talk about striking and BIG. Did you know they are part of the mallow family. The leaves alternate, ovate to lanceolate, and can be toothed on the edges. The flowers are huge, rather trumpet-shaped, with five or more petals. They can range in color from white to pink, red, blue, orange, peach, yellow or purple, and are approximately 4–18 cm (1-1/2 to 7 inches) across. Dried hibiscus is edible and is often a delicacy in Mexico. It can also be candied and used as a garnish, usually for desserts. Contrary to popular beliefs that the flowers or petals are what is being eaten, it’s actually the calyces (that part in the center of the bloom). Even your big fat head looks small by comparison.

Wilson: Hey, that’s not nice. There’s nothing abnormal about the size of my head; I just needed to see how it smelled.

Elsa: Well, you do have a large head and nose, you can’t deny that.

Wilson: Like I said, I’m perfectly sized for a sheepdog.

Elsa: Oh, you mean B-I-G? Whatever. Did you notice the new lawn art in the ‘Hood? At least I think they’re rather new-ish.

Wilson: I did. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of those things. It seemed clear they weren’t squirrels or rabbits, but I wasn’t sure just what they were. They were quiet and didn’t move one bit. Such stealthy creatures.

Elsa: Oh my dog…you are such an idiot! Those are lawn art statutes, you bozo. Jeez…were you standing behind the door when they were handing out brains? {smacking a paw against her forehead}

Wilson: Well, I’ve never seen anything like that, and you shouldn’t be so judgmental.

Elsa: You’re right, sorry. But for the love of all that’s holy…I can’t believe how literally you take things. Anyway, let’s share our last photo for this week. Mom seems obsessed with heart shaped things lately and she seems to often be in the right place at the right time and found this new heart. She’s walked past this corner garden lot for years and the owner is always switching things out or otherwise updating the plants. Looks like she decided to install a heart-shaped succulent space. I kinda thought it was kind of sweet.

Wilson: Cute little hen and chicks.

Elsa: Whoa…look who’s got the Mister Green Jeans impersonation down pat.

Wilson: Hey, I’m not just a handsome face. So what’s everyone doing this weekend? Mum said she’s attending the Open House for the new Lutheran Hospital which opens in two weeks. She attended the ribbon cutting ceremony last night and says I’m gonna love visiting the new facility. It’s amazing and will be incredibly modern and state of the art updated compared to the old hospital. Hopefully I can visit the nurses and staff on practice runs soon.

Elsa: Paws crossed. I need some quiet time where I don’t have to explain everything to you. You can be quite exhausting at times. Whatever you do, we hope you’ll take some time to look for all the cool things Nature gifts with us. Have a great weekend, peeps!

Live, love, bark! ,🐾

Monday Musings ~ July 15, 2024

Here we are again. It’s hard to be enthusiastic about setting another record breaking day…but hopefully it will be the last one for a while. We hope everyone had a good weekend, stayed as cool as possible as well as hydrated and that this week is kinder and more gentle to you. The countdown for a cool front to arrive is on to which we say…yes please.

Have a great day and an even better week. Happy Monday.

Live, love, bark! 🐾

Nature Friday ~ July 12, 2024

Happy Friday peeps and welcome to this week’s edition of Nature Friday where we join our pals Rosy and Sunny from Adventures of the LLB Gang. Elsa here and Imma ready to dish the latest from the summer of hell. It’s not that it’s been bad mind you, but for the love of all that’s holy, could it get any hotter? For the record, that’s just a rhetorical question. Of course it can be hotter. Just remember this Ninja life observation, House Pony…”things are never so bad, they can’t get worse.”

Wilson: Oy, don’t tell me that. I was hoping we could maybe  catch a break on the relentless hot temps that have played out from sea to shining sea.

Elsa: Sorry dude, I just report the news/weather, I don’t create it. But yeah-no…nature decided she was going to pay us a few days visit with gifts. As in recording breaking triple digits. You know what that feels like on a black dog?!

Wilson: You have my sympathies, little sister. But I’m sure our readers are sick of hearing us whine about the heat. We’re all over it. Mum keeps checking a special calendar she has every day and told me we’re ‘just’ 71 days from the official arrival of autumn. She actually cheers now with each passing day as the number is getting smaller. I’m a dog; I live in the present so it kind of passes over me.

Elsa: Yeah, me too…I’m a big proponent of living in the here and now but think I might be tempted as that number gets a lot smaller. Still it kind of dovetails with what’s going on in the urban garden right now. We seem to be in a bit of a transition. All the pretty late spring/early summer blooms are now history and, at least in our garden, not a whole lot is very pretty or blooming much although I will note the Plumbago is starting to set it’s pretty little blue flowers and Mom even found a couple of leaves that were turning mahogany. She thought it was a few weeks early and couldn’t help wondering if that’s a sign that we’ll have an early autumn. This is after all, a La Niña year. Oh sure, the coreopsis, yarrow and the last remains of the Bachelor Buttons are blooming and the Russian Sage is making a colorful splash throughout the neighborhood but our garden is in a bit of transition now.

Wilson: What the bloody devil is a La Niña year? Is this related to El Niño?

Elsa: Well, I’m glad you asked. A La Niña year is when winter temperatures are warmer than normal in the South and cooler than normal in the North. La Niña can also lead to a more severe hurricane season, as evidenced by Hurricane Beryl that pounded Texas earlier this week and still has a million people without power.

Wilson: Gosh, sounds so ominous. I know Mum has been worried about her daughter who lives in the Houston area and who’s been without power all week long. As of last night, the hope was that the power will be restored by midnight tonight. So what’s the difference between La Niña and El Niño?

Elsa:  El Niño is the opposite of La Niña. According to NOAA, during La Niña events, “trade winds are even stronger than usual, pushing more warm water toward Asia. Off the west coast of the Americas, with seawater levels increasing, bringing cold, nutrient-rich water to the surface. winter temperatures are warmer than normal in the South and cooler than normal in the North. La Niña can also lead to a more severe hurricane season. These cold waters in the Pacific push the jet stream northward. This tends to lead to drought in the southern U.S. and heavy rains and flooding in the Pacific Northwest and Canada.

Wilson: Fascinating. Thanks for the meteorology lesson.

Elsa: Hey, that’s what I’m here for. So let’s share the pics Mom took this week. I’m giving her a pass on the few photos because of the heat. I’m not completely heartless.

Wilson: Quite sporting of you, mate. So she and I walk past this corner garden every day. The garden itself is somewhat nondescript as gardens go, it’s a bit wild and jungle-y. And now that the allium have finished blooming the gardener had a brilliant idea to bring some color and attention to that corner space. Mum watercolored it for today’s header. Here’s what it looks like for real.

Elsa: Whoa…that is pretty clever! I see what you mean about the jungle but I do like that ceramic piglet on the bench. And I see there is an Oregon grape (holly-leaved barberry) plant there too, along with some other plants.

Wilson: You know I’ve never noticed that pig statute before. I’m always more interested in the tree rats that live there. Mum always grips my leash tightly as we walked past.

Elsa: Well gosh, I wonder why? Could it be that her shoulders are shot and she’s tired of becoming a human kite?

Wilson: {blushing} Sorry, I just can’t help myself. I am beginning to focus a bit more on the numerous bunnies that have populated our neighborhood. Boy, are they ever fast! And wily too. They deke so much better than squirrels. Even the babies. They could make a kite run much more interesting…er I mean a side hunt.

Elsa: {eyes rolling} Are you trying to kill our Mom?

Wilson: Certainly not. I’m just a victim of canine instincts. But I have to protect my Mum.

Elsa: Protect is one thing…your homicidal critter chasing is something else. You gotta remember you’re a herder, not a hunting dog!

Wilson: I know, I know…but I can’t help it if they jump out in front of me and startle us both, can I?

Elsa: Just focus on sheep, pal, okay and leave the squirrels and rabbits to the hunting dogs. Or better yet, just learn to ignore them. Does that work for ya?

Wilson: Umm, I’ll try. But can’t make any promises.

Elsa: Well, If wishes were horses, beggars would ride, I say. What else you got, House Pony?

Wilson: Well, you know how Mum has been battling the nasty wasps that keep hanging around our solar fountain. Well it’s been good practice because she’s trained her eyes to find bees on milkweed as well as that beautiful globe thistle that’s currently blooming.

Wilson: I’ve been trying to catch bees as well but Mum has managed to deter my laser like moves here as well. Sometimes, she takes the fun out of our walks.

Elsa: Oh lord. You’re gonna get stung and then maybe you’ll learn to leave them alone. They’re the kind of pollinators we like in the garden…like those pretty Swallowtail butterflies.

Wilson: You mean they bite? Crikey…maybe I should rethink biting them.

Elsa: What else you got, dude? Something I hope that doesn’t involve turning Mom into a kite or provides you with a tiny snack.

Wilson: Oooh, did you say snack? Mum’s potted cherry tomatoes are beginning to ripen. She told me under no circumstances was I to go near them. Luckily they don’t really appeal to me so I’ve been good not trying to nosh on them.

Elsa: Mom was so excited to see that little spot of reddish goodness. I think she even drooled a little. She babies her potted tomato plants and works hard to keep the neighborhood critters who shall remain nameless away from them. I think she said they cost about $20 a pound after it’s all said and done. Still, she enjoys them saying there’s nothing half as tasty at the grocery store.

Wilson: Well that’s everything I have for this week, Ninja. I guess we’re gonna be spending a lot of time in the cool comfort of the house which means lots of naps. I don’t know about you, but I’m okay with that.

Elsa: Naps? Oh yeah, put me down for lots of naps in air conditioned bliss. Whatever you do for the weekend, we hope you stay hydrated and enjoy catching slices of Mother Nature early before she gets a head of hot steam going. Have a great weekend!

Live, love, bark! 🐾

Nature Friday ~ June 28, 2024

Welcome to the last Friday of the month. Gosh, it is just me or did this month fly by? Elsa here and I’m joined by Wilson, the House Pony  with today’s edition of Nature Friday where we join our pals from Adventures of the LLB Gang. Don’t forget to click on the link to see what other posts were shared. Today is the first installment from Mom’s recent trip to the Denver Botanical Gardens where she saw the latest outdoor exhibit called Spirit Guides in addition to gorgeous beautiful trees and blooming flowers. So what’s this special exhibit all about? It’s full of fantastical, large animal sculptures that remind us of the connection between inhabitants of the natural and cosmological world. So who exactly are these artists? Jacobo and María Ángeles are a married artistic team based in Oaxaca, Mexico. These brightly colored sculptures are made from fiberglass and acrylic paint and are distinctly patterned, combining contemporary art practices with folk art traditions. The workshop where they created these sculptures doubles as an art school, allowing its attendees a way to advance and develop their artistic skills. These creations have been exhibited in museums throughout the world depicting imaginary hybrid animals that act as spirit guides. So come along and let’s check a few of them out.

Wilson: Near the entrance to the gardens, this guy greeted everyone. Can you say colorful?!

Elsa: WHAT…I CAN’T HEAR YOU…THAT SCULPTURE IS TOO LOUD!

Wilson: Now, now, little sister. Be nice. I rather think it’s quite fetching. There were some remarkable creatures and I was quite pleased there were no squirrel-like creatures in the lot.

Elsa: You and your obsession with squirrels. Let it go, dude.

Wilson: Ahem, let see another one of those colorful ‘spirit guides.’ This one was near the exit. Just look at the whimsicalness.

Elsa: You call that whimsical? He seems a bit scary even if the colors were amazing. You weren’t afraid of him?

Wilson: What? Oh heavens, no. He just put on a brave face no doubt because of all the visitors to the gardens. It was a pretty packed place with several large groups of kids visiting the gardens. I think he was just trying to brave the crowds and put on that serious face because of the heat. It was another toasty day in the Mile High after reaching triple digits earlier in the week.

Elsa: Seems plausible. It has been hot. Got any photos that aren’t quite as serious looking?

Wilson: Well, how about this one? I thought he was pretty silly looking in a whimsical sort of way. Can you believe all that detailed work on the tail feathers? Almost makes you dizzy, doesn’t it? You really needed to walk all around these sculptures and check it out from every angle to truly appreciate how amazing they were.

Elsa: You got that right…peacocks should never be taken seriously. They’re silly birds.

Wilson:  I’m not sure about the silly part. I mean, look at the close up of his face. He’s the first peacock I’ve ever seen. So what do you think this is supposed to be?

Elsa: Is that a rhetorical question? Those are Airbnb condos for pollinators who need a place to stay while passing through town. Mom said the gardens revamped that condo area by adding various kinds of wood and sticks as well as woolen baskets, boxes and fabric. The baskets are umm…creative. But I’m glad to see all the interest in helping pollinators out a bit. They need as much help as they can get these days, what with climate change and other environmental conditions.

Wilson: Blimey…look at all those fabric bits. A bloke could have a ball shredding/chewing all those bits.

Elsa: Ssshhh…don’t let Mom hear you say that…she’ll blame you for everything that mysteriously finds itself shredded/chewed. Hmmm, that gives me an idea…I think I just found a terrific foil for conducting special Ninja business.

Wilson: What’s that you say…I’m not sure I heard you right.

Elsa: Oh nothing {changing the subject}. Got any other photos  you care to share?

Wilson: Well…while we’re on the topic of pollinators, Mum said there were loads of Swallowtail butterflies and dragonflies flitting around. She followed a few of the Swallowtails but the dragonflies never landed long enough to photograph. Way too quick I guess, but they were apparently great entertainment. I’m sure I could have captured one or two of them.

Elsa: {eyes rolling} Oh right. You haven’t even been able to capture a single miller moth yet.

Wilson: Well they taste like crap so why in the world would I even want to try?

Elsa: Uh-huh. Whatever gets you through the night, Big Guy. Okay, let’s save some pics for next week, shall we? So what’s on your agenda this weekend?

Wilson:  Mum says I’m to going to have a second evaluation for doing pet therapy visits at the hospital. I hear there may be treats involved so I’ll be sure to be on my best behavior.

Elsa:  Oh for heaven’s sake…do you ever think of anything other than food?

Wilson: What else is there when it comes to securing a good dog’s attention? Apart from plotting against squirrels, that is.

Elsa: Oh jeez. Well whatever you do, we hope you stay as cool  as possible. Enjoy your weekend.

Live, love, bark!  🐾

Nature Friday ~ June 21, 2024

Welcome to this week’s Nature Friday edition where we join our friends, Rosy and Sunny. Be sure to click on the link to see what else has been shared around Blogville.

Elsa here and I’m practically melting right off the sofa it’s so bloody hot. Just like most of the country, but in the good news category at least we don’t have obnoxiously high humidity to go make the hot temps even more uncomfortable. Unfortunately, what we have had of late is high ozone levels but Mom remains vigilant about walking out in it. High ozone can make all of us cough so we’ve been going out at the crack of dawn before traffic and pollution get bad.

Today is the first full day of Summer and with each passing day, there will be about a minute less of sunlight. Fine by me-the sooner we get through this season, the happier I’ll be. And for anyone who is interested, there are 92 days until the official start of autumn. According to Space.com, were you aware the first day of summer actually changes from year to year, arriving on June 20, 21 or 22 because the earth’s astronomical year is actually 365.25 days long. The arrival of summer also coincides with the moon being at its fullest this year.

Because of the relentless heat, Mom’s photo-taking has been dramatically curtailed. Last weekend we all loaded up the pup mobile and went to spend a few days with Mom’s Dad. I totally love traveling to see my Grandpa but with all our foodables and stuff to keep us safe and happy, it can make the car a bit crowded. If only the House Pony didn’t take up so much real estate, I could totally stretch out and snooze through the 120 mile ride. That is until we got close to Colorado Springs, where there always seems to be an accident that causes I-25 to turn into a parking lot. It happened down both ways this time. On the way home, a small aircraft crashed and had all the northbound lanes completely at a standstill for miles. What normally takes about an hour and half ended up taking just shy of four hours.

Wilson: Tell me about it. While the windows are tinted, because I’m in the cargo area, I usually receive the bulk of the sun. At least you have the AC vent pointed at your face in the backseat.

Elsa: Yeah, well I have black fur and it ain’t enough, ok dude.

Wilson: Umm good point, still whenever we’d stop (which was nearly every 28 seconds), I thought that meant we’d get out and go for a walk.

Elsa: Haha, funny. It just means we’re 7 inches closer to home. That was the worst trip going home we’ve ever encountered. Mom checked with the state transportation department to see if there was an alternate route we could take. This was their solution.

Wilson: Hmm, not much help, was it?

Elsa: Nope, Mom said she was surprised they didn’t reroute traffic through Salt Lake City. {growl}

Wilson: While I’m not sure if that would have helped much, let’s share the few pics we do have. Mum has been captivated by these stunning trees called Kentucky Yellowwood since she first saw them blooming. The white flowers are so fragrant, and look a lot like Wisteria-like racemes that can be as long as 11 inches long. They have a narrow range of distribution in the Eastern U.S. but are hardy to Zone 4 which is no doubt why she found a couple of specimens here. They are quite stunning when in bloom and make a beautiful ornamental addition to any garden landscape.

Elsa: Mom sure likes them. We had to stand there for a jillion years while she sniffed all the white flowers. Then she suddenly realized we’d been patient and says “Hurry up, let’s go” {eyes rolling}.

Wilson: I’ve notice uprights tend to do that. Rather ironic, I say.

Elsa: You got that right. Humans are soooo weird. I mean just look at how the human who lived at this garden near our house decorated their front entrance flower pot…what the dog?!

Wilson: Blimey…I don’t know what to say other than, “it’s quite colorful.”

Elsa: ‘Colorful’ is rather diplomatic way of putting it.

Wilson: Well, I’m nothing if not a rather proper chap.

Elsa: Not me, I call ’em like I see them. That is just too weird.

Wilson: Perhaps, but then I saw this when we visited Grandpa. What in the bloody world was that galloping critter? Mum said she’d never seen them as close to the road as this one and once he took one look at me, he couldn’t run away fast enough. I stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn’t figure out what it was; I just knew it wasn’t one of those horrid tree rats that make me lose my mind.

Elsa: Bingo, buddy. You’re so right, that is NOT a squirrel. Rather that’s the North American Pronghorn antelope. They have that distinct white fur on the rumps, sides, bellies and across their throats. The males weighs anywhere from 40–65 kg (88–143 lb) while the females are the same height as males, only weigh around 34–48 kg (75–106 lb). Pronghorns are the fastest land mammal in the Western Hemisphere and can run 56 km/h (35 mph) for up to 1.5 km (1 mi). Although slower than the African cheetah, it can sustain top speeds longer than cheetahs can.With their large windpipe, heart, and lungs physiology that allow them to take in large amounts of air when running, they can often outrun most of their predators. With two long, cushioned, pointed toes to help absorb shock when running at high speeds, their extremely light bone structure and hollow hair; they are literally built for speed. Pronghorns have very large eyes with a wide field of vision that are set high on their skull. Both males and females have horns that are shed and grown annually although the females have smaller horns that are straight and rarely pronged. When a Pronghorn sees something that alarms it, the white hair on its rump flairs open and exposes two very odoriferous glands that releases a compound that smells somewhat like “buttered popcorn” which alerts nearby Pronghorns by both sight and smell that danger is present and can be seen as far away as 20 to 30 meters downwind from alarmed animals. Mum found this closeup of a male Pronghorn face which is not really apparent in the photo she took on her cell phone from the road.

Wilson: Well I thought they were pretty amazing and to watch them gallup…well that was something else. It almost made me want to join them.

Elsa: Trust me, they’d have left you in the dust, dude. So what’s on the weekend for you? Our neighborhood has a huge festival kicking off summer where thousands of peeps will attend all day Saturday which we will avoid like the plague. Then there’s the Farmer’s Market Sunday morning so there’ll be loads of peeps and pooches walking past the house. Let’s just hang out  with Mom inside and stay cool instead, eh House Pony?

Wilson: Count me in.

{from the other room} Wilson, get off the bed!

Wilson: Oh dear, looks like I got busted. In that case, I’ll get down and wish you a brilliant weekend. Stay as cool as you can and of course keep yourself and your good pet well hydrated.

Elsa: What he said.

Live, love, bark! 🐾

Nature Friday ~ June 14, 2024

Well, will you lookie here…once again it’s  Friday and that means we’re joining our friends from Adventures of the LLB GangIt’s been hot this week so I’m kinda melting whenever I find a comfy spot. In case you’ve missed us, there’s good reason.  Mom has been up to her eyeballs working on the sheepdog rescue picnic event and they had their annual spring fundraiser last weekend (more on that later) and she just couldn’t think about anything else. I’m surprised she had time to feed us.

Wilson: Gosh, that would have been totally tragic, wouldn’t it? Since I moved here nearly six months ago, she’s been on this “the sheepdog has got to lose weight” quest. I’m beginning to think I’m going to whittle away to just a small pile of fur.

Elsa: Ha…that’s not likely. Even though you’re nice and trim now, you’re NEVER gonna be a small pile of anything. But you’re right, you have slimmed down nicely and are probably at the idea weight now. Mom took you in for a groom job and Miss Sydney did a pawsome job showing off your thin profile for a cool summer look. Although I think you may have a case in Canine Court that Mom may have deceived you with that whole “wanna go for a ride” line.

Wilson:  I’m a bit reluctant to pursue legal action at this time but will file this away for future reference. Right now, I’m feeling a bit naked, but with it being so hot this week, it is kind of nice to feel the cool tile on my belly for a change. And, getting rid of all that hair has had a bonus effect-I’m even speedier than usual. Watch out squirrels, I’m primed and ready for you.

Elsa: About that…you need to chill out on the whole “death to squirrels” thing. Mom ain’t as flexible and young as she used to be and you wouldn’t want to break her now, would you? I mean…who’d feed us you then? You think you’re slim now, just wait if she’s hurt and can’t hobble around easily. I guarantee we’ll both get slim and that will be very uncool. I mean, Ninjas are lithe and svelte but hunger isn’t part of that equation, got it House Pony?

Wilson: Sorry, I just lose my mind whenever I see them and instinct takes over. I’ll try to do better.

Elsa: Instinct? What’s instinctive about that, bozo? You’re a herding dog, not a hunter.

Wilson: Hmm, good point. Like I said, I kind of lose my mind and forget my DNA.

Elsa: Well you better remember because if I miss any meals because Mom is laid up…there will be some consequences, got it, Dude?

Wilson: I’ll keep that in mind. So let’s see what we parts of Nature we can share this week, shall we?

Elsa: Works for me. With Mom being so focused on the rescue, her picture taking took a bit of a nosedive but I think there are a few pics we can share. I know when she went to pick you up from your grooming appointment, she walked you around before returning home and you guys came across a hawk near the groomer’s shop.

Wilson: That’s right! I couldn’t figure out what he was doing until Mum told me he’d just sat down for a mid-afternoon snack.

Elsa: Egad…you mean…aww, poor bunny. I guess the circle of life is as much a part of Nature as are pretty flowers.

Wilson: True enough. And because it’s been so bloody hot lately, we’re going to take another opportunity to post an important PSA. Again. Yesterday afternoon when Mum needed to mail something at the Post Office shortly after lunch hour, she said she saw around a dozen dogs being walked at mid-day. And, get this…3 of them were black dogs! Goodness gracious. People need to understand our paws can get blistered in those hot temps. Please walk us either early before it heats up or late in the evening when the temps have cooled down. If you can’t walk on the sidewalk in your bare feet, you shouldn’t expect us to…that’s all I’m going to say about that. We’re reposting this graphic and hope people will wake up and stop torturing us.

Elsa: Oh jeez…the stupidity of some uprights is just downright amazing. And not in a good way. I suspect we’ll need to bark this repeatedly because humans just aren’t very smart at times and often don’t think of how they are harming us.

Wilson: Well hope springs eternal, right? Mum did find a couple of pretty flowers this week. Good thing she took a photo of this peony because it’s through blooming now. It sure smelled wonderful. Mum calls peonies the queen of the garden.

Elsa: Yeah, she pretty much goes gah-gah when they bloom and this was a pretty exceptional year for peonies. Everyone who walks past our garden stops and comments on how gorgeous they are.

Wilson: Mum also found a patch of Spiderwort blooming in a secluded garden we walk past every day. Isn’t that purple lovely?

Elsa: It sure is pretty but I was more focused on the fact there had been a bunny in that spot. I picked up it’s scent right away and Mom had a hard time convincing me we needed to continue on.

Wilson: So THAT’s what bunnies smell like, eh? I’ve seen them a few times but never focused on their scent before. I’ll have to keep my nose primed for future encounters. Mum says it’s been a banner year for them and constantly checks on her strawberry plant to make sure they don’t help themselves to it. They managed to snarf one berry a couple of days ago but she harvested the last one and it was big, juicy one at that. But then she got really excited about the potted tomatoes. Both of them are producing fruit and she squealed with delight. This one is a cherry tomato variety she’s planted in the previous years and said it’s a good producer. I can hardly wait to taste it.

Elsa: Blech…trust me, you ain’t gonna like the taste of tomatoes.

Wilson: Why not, I like veggies. Not everything is about slabs of organ meat though I don’t mind that either.

Elsa: Oh, I don’t know…there’s something about the acid that I don’t favor or their tiny little seeds. Mom goes bonkers, popping them like candy. Sorry, I just don’t see the allure.

Wilson: Well I heard that tomatoes contain antioxidants like lycopene and beta-carotene which can help protect cells and can fight off free radicals.

Elsa: What the heck are free radicals? Sounds like a political thing and you know we’re not supposed to go down that path.

Wilson: Silly sister, free radicals can cause oxidative stress, and may play a role in the development of chronic conditions like cancer, diabetes, and heart disease.

Elsa: Meh…give me some calf liver any day. Not only does it taste amazing, organ meat is a nutritious addition to a dog’s diet rich in nutrients that are essential for a dog’s health because it contains protein for muscle growth, tissue repair, and immune function; vitamins: A, B, D, and E; and minerals like copper, iron, phosphorus, selenium, and zinc as well as f

Wilson: Well you won’t see me pass meat up but I may see what this tomato thing tastes like once they get a bit bigger.

Elsa: Suit yourself. Anyway, I thought you might want to share a few pics from the sheepdog picnic. The weather in Elizabeth called for thunderstorms and several people didn’t show up but it looked like there was still a decent turnout and everyone including the uprights had a great time. Mom said it ended just before a thunderstorm rolled in and dumped some rain on the dry landscape.

Wilson: Yes, it was a successful event and everyone was very happy to learn the state finally approved our rescue. Woof, woof! We’re legit now and are looking forward to saving good sheepdogs who need new homes like I did. It’s been a long and challenging process but the Rocky Mountain Old English Sheepdog Rescue is now officially approved with the State of Colorado.

Elsa: Nice! Say, isn’t that your Miss Sydney sharing grooming tips in a demonstration on show dog, Conner?

Wilson: Indeed it is. She’s very nice and quite knowledgeable about how to groom us sheepdogs. And look how much fun people and dogs had under some of the tents.

Elsa: I heard there was lots of tasty food for people.

Wilson: Oh quite. Lots of great food and lots of fabulous gift baskets. We’re waiting for the totals but I’d say the final results were good.

Elsa: Outstanding. Guess I don’t mind that Mom has been so busy when I see so many happy sheepdogs living their best lives.

Wilson: Right…when you put it like that, all the hard work really paid off. Well that’s it this week. We hope you have a great weekend and a good Father’s Day celebration.

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Monday Musings ~ June 10, 2024

And snap…just like that, the weekend came and went. It was a busy one around the Ranch. On Saturday while Wilson was being groomed, I was able to visit with Baby Halia and her parents. She’s now two months old and growing like a little tadpole with a round belly and arms and legs moving non-stop. She’s quite alert and doesn’t seem to miss much. While visiting, there was an episode of Top Chef on which makes today’s smile seemed ironically apropos. Wouldn’t you just love to see a canine version of a TV cooking show?

Today is also a very special day, it’s Angel Norman’s 13th birthday. Happy heavenly birthday, Big Guy. Still love and miss you everyday and imagine the kibble and toppers are divinely tasty.

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Nature Friday ~ May 24, 2024

Howdy and welcome to this week’s edition of Nature Friday where we join those cute fur kids, Rosy and Sunny from Adventures of the LLB Gang. Don’t forget to see what others have shared from around .

Elsa here to share some interesting  flora and fauna photos this week. It’s been a lovely spring  week with mild temps and even one day with a nice rain shower. Everything has turned green, especially the weeds which seemed to pop up overnight. This been a good year for dandelions and the much loathed bindweed, much to Mom’s chagrin. But enough fussing over that, let’s see what the House Pony has curated for us, shall we?

Wilson: Thanks, Ninja and hello mates…have we got some lovelies for you this week. The Peonies have started blooming and boy are they something else. Mum especially likes this red one and I noticed that even you took time to stop and smell them.

Elsa: Well you’re always yammering on about how great it is to sniff flowers and I will concede these peonies are pretty fragrant. Plus they’re just so doggone pretty.

Wilson: You’re right about that. Peonies and irises this week have been quite something to behold. These two I’m happy to report are from our own garden. Mum really is fond of dark irises and said the first image didn’t bloom last year that she could recall so when she saw it, she was more than chuffed.

Elsa: Mom definitely loves her irises. She mentioned that she’s planning on a visit to the Iris Farm this weekend and will likely take at least a thousand photos of them one last time as this is the last year the Iris Farm will be open. After 35 years, owner ‘Iris Bob’ will be retiring. We’ve shared this video before, but are sharing it again for your viewing pleasure. These gorgeous three acres have been such a wonderful place to walk through and the most remarkable aspect of it has been seeing such a large private space near the heart of the city.

Wilson: Mum told me all of her irises came from the Iris Farm except the one she brought from her old house over 22 years ago.

Elsa: Yeah, it’ll probably be somewhat emotional for her since she has visited the farm so many times over the years. But enough of the gooey nostalgia, how’s about you share what else we’ve saw on our separate walks.

Wilson: Right-o. We’ve noted it’s been an exceptional year for allium bulbs. Mum found a gigantic one in bloom and even captured a bee noshing on it. She wouldn’t let me get near it because I tend to try to catch bees. Mark my words, I’m ‘this’ close to catching one.

Elsa: You bonehead…I told you last week you do not want to play Venus Flytrap with these guys. They will mess you up but good and your nose is already big enough. Jeez, what is wrong with you?

Wilson: Oops, I forgot your sage advice you told me last week. I’ll try to do better, but with their buzzing noise, I just can’t help myself.

Elsa: {shaking her head} Well, don’t come yelping to me when you get stung and your face swells up like a balloon. Trust me…you ain’t gonna like it one bit. That’s all I’m gonna say about that.

Wilson: I’ll try to be better. We probably ought to move along on this week’s garden tour. Mum noticed this striking Heuchera plant with its yellow-green leaves and striking dark red veining. Also known as Coral Bells or Alumroot, this beauty looked amazing in a shaded garden we pass on our daily walks. Its many species are all native to North America (except for Heuchera Sichotensis, which is native to the Russian Far East). This low-growing, evergreen comes in multiple colors, and is fairly easy to grow and do well in semi-sunny or shady conditions. Deadheading them promotes subsequent blooming. Another bonus to planting this lovely perennial is it’s deer resistant.

Elsa: That’s so different from the green ones we have in our garden but I’ll give it to you for finding it. Those red veins are really something else. You’re developing into quite the plant discoverer of interesting, if I do say so myself.

Wilson: Why thank you, Ninja. I appreciate that. I’m growing more and more comfortable with the city and can concentrate better on sniffing out things. Speaking of interesting plants, check out this plant called Iris Pseudacorus (sometimes called yellow iris flag, or water flag) when mom wandered over to Sloan’s Lake. It’s often considered an invasive, aquatic plant where it’s not native. Mum had never seen them at the lake before and only saw 3 or 4 plants before she looked them up to see what they were.

Elsa: That pop of yellow must have surprised Mom since the water was kinda murky looking. But the biggest surprise she saw were these American White Pelicans, who apparently are tourists moving through as they make their way from various parts of North America southward to California and Mexico. You think they have valid fishing licenses which are required to fish the lake? Still they were very cool to watch and despite being fairly good-sized birds, they were quite graceful after one of them decided that Mom was getting just a bit too close for comfort and took flight. They rest of them took their cue from the leader and left shortly thereafter. Those black tipped wings must be exceptional on both take-offs and landings. Did you know a group of pelicans is called a pod?

Wilson: Wow, that’s a fascinating fact-I did not know that. Golly, I wish I could have seen them. I’m starting to be aware of birds around the neighborhood and keep hoping I can become friends with them.

Elsa: Oh sure, just like you want to be friends with squirrels? Umm, I’m gonna say that’s probably a hard no in the bird world. It’s quite likely squirrels have been besmirching your name to get even with you trying to catch the little hoodlums.

Wilson: Harumph…I’m not a bad sort; I’m actually quite friendly, much like this last plant whose blooms look like loads of smiles.

Elsa: {giggling} Smiles indeed with squinty little eyes. Hahaha. I gotta admit, Pony…you’ve outdone yourself this week.

Wilson: Thanks Ninja. I’m starting to get this nature thing down. Well that’s it from us. We all hope you have a smashing good holiday weekend. Stay safe and don’t forget to stop and smell the peonies.

Elsa: You got it big guy. Have a pawsome weekend.

Live, love, bark! 🐾

Monday Musings ~ May 6, 2024

Four months ago today, a certain House Pony arrived at the Ranch by way of a foster agreement with the Red River Old English Sheepdog Rescue. That Pony, now known as Wilson, was later officially adopted and has become a larger than life Ranch hand. He continues to adapt to city life. One thing for certain though, he is decidedly not a fan of the Sciuridae family of rodents, otherwise known as squirrels. It only seems appropriate that we share today’s ‘public service announcement’ from the National Park Service while smiling. Squirrels vex Wils. His strong commitment to ridding the world of these vexing critters is front and center as he continues to adapt to city life, coincides with his ability to turn me into a kite. Yet his efforts to combat their judgy ways remains thwarted.

Stay upright and keep smiling on a Happy Monday.

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