Naughty Dogs and Dream Jobs

My dog was made to pull a sled through snow. So he has a pretty easy go of it when he runs through fields of hay. Out in the country, people let their dogs run loose. We did that until he caused trouble. There was the fact that he looks like a wolf and scares small children when he tries to hug them. There was also the time he trapped a raccoon on our neighbors porch at 3AM and woke their household with
his proud barks. Then there was the time he killed some of the neighbor's chickens. That time did it. We bought some heavy duty cable, and now Arrow spends his days straining and tugging against the cable. He lives at the edge of his leash.

Then he figured out how to bust out of his collar. He must have been thrilled at his new freedom and ran like the dickens with the wind plastering his ears to his head. He must have sniffed out the water in the nearby creek and sprinted his way through the forest behind our pond. When he infiltrated the horse farm, he must have thought to himself, "What glorious creatures I see! I should play with them!" He crouched, tail wagging, and, when the horse finally noticed my puny dog, Arrow pounced. Horses don't like pouncing dogs.

I got a phone call and arrived at the farm minutes later. I hung my head in apology as I introduced myself to the lady who could have but did not shoot my dog.
"He's such a nice dog," she said, "but he scares my horses and it's dangerous for both of them." I couldn't apologize enough as I took note of her beautiful farm. Three gorgeous horses held me in their lazy eyes as they nibbled on hay in the sun.

"My daughter would love to come see your farm," I told her. "She loves horses."
"I always need help around here. Is she looking for a job?"

And that is how my naughty dog got Emery the job of her dreams. 

Chicken Crazies

It is my personal belief that owning and raising chickens should not turn us into raving lunatics.

We knew when we filled our chicken coop with over twenty living chickens that we were embarking upon a journey that would stretch and challenge us. We knew we might need to do things we had never considered doing before. Things like frequent the feed store or save our table scraps.

I didn't really foresee the necessity of "removing" certain chickens. Apparently they can go nuts. When a chicken goes nuts, it tends to believe it is continually laying an egg. It sits in it's nesting box just waiting for that egg. But the egg never comes.

Unfortunately, when this happens, all the other chickens find it disturbing. They find it so disturbing, in fact, that as a group they all go on egg production strike. No eggs are laid until the sad, crazy chicken is gone.

I refused to be a part of this removal process. My husband undertook the job and removed the chicken. By that, I mean he removed the chicken's head from the rest of it's body.

It is my personal belief that when a man must, for the sake of his family, undertake head removing jobs, he should most definitely not place the headless chicken in the deep freeze for his wife to unsuspectingly find when forging for food.

NOT NICE.

100 Shades of Green

Mike and I looked at each other across the kitchen about 5:00 PM last Saturday night and realized something. We were alone. All the kids had returned from work, showered, shoveled food into their mouths, and, in a flurry of flying outfit changes, left the house to meet up with their friends.

We seized the moment to have an impromptu date. Since the weather was gorgeous, we decided to see the Iowa countryside atop the Harley Davidson. And I have to say that some cosmic event planner deserves a standing ovation because we happened upon Winterset on bike night. We poured into town with hundreds of other motorcycles and parked in the Harley section like that was what we intended all along.

We were told the Northside Diner was the place to eat, but when I entered a very average looking diner, my expectations plummeted. At the first bite of fried cheese curd, the restaurant totally redeemed itself. I ordered an avocado sandwich, and my mouth felt like it had won the lottery.

Then we strolled around Winterset enjoying the biker crowd and the small town feel. I bought a Harley Davidson t-shirt, and then Mike suggested we ride the motorcycle along the country roads before the sun set. I think he feared a shopping spree.

There aren't many things that can compare with the colors that Iowa produces in the summertime. I think I saw a hundred shades of green that night. When I'm surrounded by tree farms, corn fields, ponds, and prairies, I like to breath as much as I can. I breathe deep and often, and it feels as if my lungs are throwing a party.

We returned home to piles of laundry, dirty dishes in the sink, and about a hundred text messages from the kids asking if their friends could spend the night, could we pick them up and supply them with pizza.

And it struck me. Right now is the good 'ol days. 

I Feel Better Now

You know how nice people notice the things that might embarrass someone and then pretend to have that same struggle so the other person feels better? Like when you trip and then someone else mentions how they nearly tripped over the same thing? My husband did that for me.

When I attempted to mow for him as a surprise and, instead, I crashed the mower into the go-kart damaging both, I felt bad. But then Mike totally redeemed me!

"I need the keys to the truck!" Mike hollared at me as I sat in the grass playing with the new kittens whose adorableness I find very distracting.
"What's wrong?" I asked, alarmed at his urgency.
"The mower is in the pond!"
"What? How did that happen?"
"I was mowing on the bank and just got too close I guess. It started to slide, and I couldn't do anything to stop it." He tore off in the truck not even bothering with the driveway, but just driving straight over the grass toward the pond in the backyard.

And it worked. I do feel a lot better about my mowing fiasco now.