The First DAy

The first day we put up the Hammock this year was exciting.  The collies were dancing around and barking and Ginger was making like miserable as I set it all up.  I would tell her to stop and she would bark definatly at me telling me off.  After taking a half hour to do a five minute job as Ginger nipped at my pants legs, pulled on the hammock and created mayhem I finally had it set up.  I grabbed my book and drink and went to climb in.  Just as I did so, Ginger pushes against the end where the hammock hooks into the framework using weight to hold it in place and it pops up as I sit in it and crash to the ground.  I watch as Ginger, grinning gleefully while looking at me walks over to the hammacok laying on the ground and lays down on itand grins even more… sigh…. yeah, she studied me putting it together.. somehow she figured that out… *shakes head*

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-of course I figured it out.. I am a genius after all… I was gonna tie it to a rocket but then realized I would lose the Hammock… its way to easy with you old guy….

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Ginger’s New Govt Does First Enforcement

-Here comes the Hammock… okay everyone Operation Smash and Crash is under way once he gets it set up…

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-LOL… Rutherford rocks him then Mick pushes the hammock the other way and Lad runs under it and down goes dad.. heheheh  oh, he is back up for another round…. Smoke rocks him way up and lets him swing back and he goes way up in the air and Rebel pushes him further and down he goes… okay time for Ginger…

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-Ahem… time for the Government Hammock inspection…. we have to make sure you are safe.. muwahahahaha……

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-are these ropes tight… snip… muwahahahahaha

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-you don’t need that foot… or that knee cap…. let me see 10 fingers you only need 7.. muwahahahahahaah  Wait.. where are you going?  The inspection is not over… hehehehe… The Hammock is all mine… MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

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I Alert Them All…..

 

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-Hi!  I am Ellen or Ellie.  My job around here is to bark when you leave!  Anybody can bark when somebody comes to the door, but I bark when you leave.  I want to go with you! 🙂  Ny daddy was Trevor forever and my mom was Anya.  Bratwen.. I mean Branwen is my sister, although I don’t claim to know her most of the time.. hehehe

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-Everyone ready for the chase?  I never lead the chase for I am too small.  I am barely at the minimum height for a collie and my body is only half the length of a normal collie.  This is a trait that does run in our family line.  MOst of our collie line was samll , but not this small, until my mommy Anya came along and then we had some big ones like Mick, Branwen and Smoke.  On the smaller side of the normal we would be. But, my grandmother was called Peanut…. she was my size…..

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-I am what dad calls one of the strangest collies. 90% of the time you dont even know I am here.  Quiet, always watching what is going on… I like to snuggle  and love it when dad says to me “come snuggle schtubby”  his nickname for me for I am so small….  well, off to take a nap by the door of course so I can alert everyone when someone is leaving!

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Ginger Tells the Truth

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Hi! Welcome to the Meadow… My name is Ginger and all that stuff you heard about me is not true.  I am innocent and a very gentle and loving collie.

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Um…. last time I disagreed my food was full of dead spiders….. so no comment…

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I also do not battle dad for the Hammock…. its another tall tale…

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Its mine old guy… do you surrender yet… Rowwwr!!!!

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I also do not blow up Atomic Warheads or create mutant armies…

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GINGER!!!!!!!!!!!

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Master Ginger…. now that you have nuked that country would you like your army of the undead to move in for the conquest?

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Wow, forgot about that preplanned attack….. ahem…

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I really am a good girl…. what?  No dad, I didnt eat your pie…. burp….
So, dear friend do not believe what you read here for I really am a good girl…

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Yes, believe everything you read here and if Ginger pays you a visit, be afraid.. be very afraid….

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Ginger….. Need we say more….

Er, hey old guy.  Like that new tractor, ya know the blood red one.  Yeah, yeah whats her name… yeah that one.  Well, its is amazing what it will do.  Yeah, you know that… well I bet you didnt know it can create its own opening through the garage wall did you?  What?  How do I know that?  Dont you worry about how I know that… but I do know it will also crush the neighbor’s car…. muwahahahahahah!  Wait.. dont look out the window….just take  my word for it.  By the way, you need to mount a machine gun on the top of her then she will really be a death machine… 

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I Am Branwen

–We hope you all had a wonderful Easter!

When I was little the old guy came and saw me after I was born.  I was of course the first one out… after all I am Branwen.  The old guy picked me up and stuck his finger in front of my mouth and I wrapped my tongue around it and sucked it into my mouth….. bluch… yuck.. patooey!  I knew then this guy was gonna be trouble… sigh… this picture is taken right after he pulled his finger out of my mouth…..  rotten old guy….

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Then I got to come home after a few weeks.  We came running in and our whole litter was rolling and playing and fighting up a storm when I was pulled away and put into his arms…. the %$#$@#$ stopped my play time!!!!  Then they  put on my traveling hat and scarf for the ride home… I thought they were taking em away to feed me to the Chinese…. after all everyone knows the world revolves around me and also food!!!   Good thing he couldnt read my mind here…

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So, they give me this toy….  here I am trying to pick it up so I can batter the rest of the collies into submission…

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-Then I grew up and got a bigger toy and did batter the rest of the collies… muwahahahaha…

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Here I am after a spring shed trying to look like my old pops.. Trevor Forever…….  As you can see I am happy unless there is no food…. if someone is breathing my air…. invading my space…. touching a toy that is mine (they are all mine by the way!)….. or they are eating what I deem is my food…. or just annoying me by existing….. other than that I am a very happy girl…..

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Okay, you will have to excuse me…..  Hey, you.. ya you!!! Stop breathing my air!   You! Yeah you over there.. stop existing because you annoy me!  And you over there….. drop that toy .. it is mine now!!!  Ellen!!! Listen little sister I am going to sit on you at supper time and eat your food….  Lad.. stop playing with your ball….  Ginger plot in someone else’s universe!!!  Smoke….. I dont know just go away!!!  Old Guy I want those chips!  Rutherford you do not need that leg you have three others!!! Walter give me that football or you will not see the sun rise…. Mick…. go play in the road!!!  All of you.. get lost this is my

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Rain Is Coming

Rain is coming?  Ah yes, time to dig up those lightning rods, install them, run lines to the hammock and then wait…. muwahahahahahahahahahahah   Yes old guy, et nice and comfy in that hammock… muwahahhaha

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Pure Compassion

-oh no here it comes….

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-Am I disturbing you? MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH  Just checking thought you were dead… what? What if you were dead … well I would roll you off this and take a nap… why?

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Ginger the All-Powerful

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Guess What?  Today I walked on water!!! That right I walked right on top of the water on the pool.  Just another reason why you should make me your world Dictator for with special powers like this imagine what I can do when in power!  No mortal can walk on water….. muwahahahaha

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Yeah she walked on the water in the pool alright… too bad it was frozen at the time…

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Too bad about yer football Rebel getting stuck in the toilet …. I had a heck of a time cramming it in there…. er.. you must’ve had a heck of a time cramming it in there!

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um… think it is time to get as far away from this scene as I can for Dad is home now….

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The Ball That Wont Die

Around here many things are referred too very tongue in cheek and that is the description of the ball Laddie has had for years now.  Let me give you the story of the Jesus Ball.

Years ago when Laddie was little we had a old soccer ball that our children had played with and had left out in the weather and the leather cover was cracking on each of the hexagon spots.  It was a bit soft which was okay for I figured Lad could pick it up that way.

I showed it to him and I threw it and he of course chased it and caught it on the first bounce after it hit the ground. He took off with it and I kept telling him to bring it to me but he wanted me to chase him with it. Something he still would love for me to do, but I am getting to old to run that much.  The first time he brought the ball back I praised him and his eyes lit up, he loved the praise,. I threw it again and he chased it and after a bit of coaxing brought it up to me and I took it and threw it and it was the beginning of something I had no idea it would become, but more on that later.

I began to kick Lad’s ball and no matter how far I kicked it he was there to get it on the first bounce and eventually he got so he could catch it coming down like Willie Mays with his back to it lifting his head and snaring it with his teeth.  Lad loved his ball and it has become an obsession of his life.  He takes the ball out with him and if he forgets to bring it in he will search till he finds it. He will not stop till he finds that ball!  He also will not stop laying ball with me… ever!!!

Through the years the leather fell off, then the inner cover fell off, the next rubber cover fell off till all that was left was the ratty cloth covering the “bladder” of the ball.  Last winter after years of playing it went flat. I patched it, but it blew another hole quickly and I realized it was shot.  So, all this year I’ve tried to give him new balls but he won’t part with that old flat ball.

The closest was a big inflated ball my buddy Pat at work gave me.  He showed interest but it quickly went flat and I figured it was popped.  Well, one day I picked it up and saw no holes and up came Lad with his ball.  But… the bladder was gone and it was then I saw Rutherford and Walter each with a half of the bladder in their mouths.  Lad looked up at me, looked at them, looked at me and held out the ball with his mouth and blinked…..I reached for the ball and he turned his head his eyes gleaming with mischief. Finally, he gave it to me and I threw the cloth remains a whole 20 feet and saw the disappointment in his face. So, I  picked up the ball Pat gave me shoved it inside his cloth remains and ran for the car and the air pump. I pumped up the ball and heard him crying in the back yard, impatiently waiting for me to return. He knew something was up with his ball….. he was hoping for the best but dreading the worst.

The pump finished inflating the ball, which I left a touch soft and it fit perfectly!!!! So, I came out into the yard with it and showed it to Lad who lit up like a Christmas tree.  He watched in glee as I kicked the ball and took off like lightning chasing it and it hit the ground and bounced right into his mouth!  He pranced around and looked so happy!!!!

WE played ball for over an hour and when I came in I showed him where I put his ball and he was satisfied where it was and happy it was safe.  Since then the ball has again popped and I have patched it three times, put another ball cover over it and it is still falling apart. But, it still survives and he loves it!  I have a plan to get it back together with another ball put with it to make a whole ball again. But, in the meantime it still works.

So, his ball was dead but now it is alive…. that is why it is the Jesus Ball! LOL…..  Lad lives for that ball and despite my best efforts he won’t part with it.  So, we will play with the remains till his time is gone and when that moment of parting comes I will hug his remains for the last time and gently put hit ball in his mouth and wrap him in a blankie and with a broken heart move on sadly…… but till that day we will play for endless hours with his ball!  The Jesus ball that died and came back….. several times!!!

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Lad after a hour of playing with his ball!  He is thinking… Ball, Ball… Ball…. Ball…

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