Good or bad karma?

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Oh, a good karma day...sunshine and no heavy wind!!!

Oh, and I spot a bunny in the yard!

Uh Oh, how did that get in there?

Hey Mom, can't you help me out here??? 
Drat, she looks pretty busy in the garden.

Looks like I am gonna have to handle this myself.  I really hate getting water up my nose!

Well, I must give today a dew claw up, despite the pool incident.  Hope your having a good karma kind of day too!







Awesome, the smell of baking bread.





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This post is for George!

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Mom has been wanting to post pictures of her long passed Welsh Terriers.  She said she considered getting one instead of me...holy cow! Can you believe that? I find it hard to wrap my head around. I do think they look like they would be a ton of fun to play with though. We don't have any around here that I have met as yet.
~Ryker



My father got Corkie when I was fresh out of college and living on my own. He was totally in love with this pup.

She was a "Pet Quality" pup, not destine to be a show dog.  She was a great pet and devoted companion.

She was daddy's girl, but loving and wonderful with every one.

Dad learned to clip her himself. He did a pretty good job of it.

Corkie LOVED to open packages.  She thought every package was for her.  She had to be watched very carefully at Christmas time but once Christmas morning came she had to open them all!  We spent a lot of time wrapping many milk bones up for her.  She had such enthusiasm!

But Corkie's real love she shared with her dad...and that was duck hunting.  She put many a retriever to shame on the duck flats.  Here she is bringing in a duck.

Duffel Dog

She loved it so much that when she saw dad starting to pack the car up she would try and hide in the car so he wouldn't forget to take her!

Corkie Island

Dock Diving

She had an army sleeping bag that was her bed in camp.  I don't think there was anyplace that she and dad would rather be than roaming the duck flats.


When Corkie was about five years old dad got a second Welsh Terrier.

Skippy or Skip for short.  He was very handsome and sweet as could be.

But little Skip ad problems. He developed terrible seizures that did not respond to medication and before he reached a year of age we had to put him down.  It was heartbreaking. 

Corkie lived to the age of twelve and died of cancer of the jaw.  Welch Terriers will always have a place in my heart.  They are wonderful dogs, sweet, curious, energetic, smart and eager to please, a perfect package.






Awesome, the smell of brewing coffee as you wake.






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What I did on Memorial Weekend

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Mother Nature came through for us and we had lovely weather for the weekend.  After giving thanks to all our brave soldiers we set off for Mirror Lake with our blowup boat and Fun Island.  Mom bought me a life vest to help me out in the deep water.  I must say, I was very excited!

The swimming beach was packed!

The Boat launch was busy too.

Right off the bat I meet another blue eyed Aussie, what a good omen!

OK guys, the water is fine, lets get going, huh?

YeeHaa, were off!  This is really cool. I wonder how deep this lake is???

Hummm, gotta think about this a minute or two...

Aww, what the heck!  Bombs Away!  Look out everybody, Cannonball!

Mom got me a new floating Fris.  I think I'm in love!!  And this life jacket is pretty cool, but tighten it up a little mom.

A guy could get used to this : )

These folks look pretty comfy

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Hey Captain, my Fris is stuck under the boat!

That's it, you almost got it!  (gotta love them Butt shots!)

Whoa, check out that plane landing on the lake!  Better watch out buddy, we are down here too.  Mom says most of the people who live on the lake have float planes.

I didn't know you could swim mom.  Sure you don't need me too come save you?

Looks like your sinking, all I can see is your head!

I like it better when she is on board.  Don't want to lose my mama!

What a fun trip, I was so pooped out I slept in mama's arms all the way home.  Let's go do this again next weekend, OK?






The sound of rain on a tin roof...awesome.



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CLEO 3/1996 - 4/2011

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Well, between the death of my mother in law in February and my mother in April we had to put down our 15 year old cat Cleo.   It has really been a rough year for us.  We did not want Cleo to go unnoticed, here is a tribute to my little snuggle bunny. Cleo was always curled around my neck when every I laid down.  The purring in my ear would lull me to sleep.  I don't sleep so well with out you girlfriend, you are truly missed.
~Sandy

Babies  Cleo and Boudy  May 1996

Oh, that's gonna hurt!

                   She was a mama's girl right from the start!

    Cleo got fat.

            Cleo could always find a comfy spot to take a nap.

Then she got sick and skinny. She developed IBS and pancreatitis.She fought it for years. 

                       Through it all she was always my girl.

Then when she seemed to be getting better and gained some weight back she had a stroke and we had her put to sleep to travel the rainbow bridge home.

Good bye my sweet girl. I will  miss you till we meet up again.  Give your brother Boudy lots of love for me.

Your Loving Mama








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