Me...

So.... many folks have told me over the span of my lifetime that I should write a book.  Well, I have the attention span of a gnat with ADD, so I thought I would try this blogging thing.  Blog...Blogger...Blogging... who the heck comes up with these words anyway?? I learned some of the vernacular: LOL, ROFLMAO, HAGD, etc. But Blog??? Sounds more like something floating in a Louisiana bayou than a verb.  Or is it a verb.... noun? adverb? I am too far into the beginnings of my "old timer's" period of life to recall some things...
Well, I guess I will start with a little about my current family.  
I have 5 furkids:

1. Merlin (AKA Merkitty, AKA Paulden Black Panther Kitty) 3 yr old black once upon a time male cat who was acquired to satisfy SigO's (Wolfie) desire for a cat. 

2. Lukas (AKA Lukie, AKA Will You PLEASE Shut Up!) a 90lb, 5 yr old purebred German Shepherd Dog adopted through a 3rd party.  Lukie began life in a home where his food consisted of a buffet of chickens - if he could catch one.  He then transplanted to a Prescott half-way house for male substance abuse program graduates, where they treated him pretty much like a piece of furniture that ate off the counters (who needs a dishwasher? put the plate on the floor and Luke will clean it for you!) for the next several years of his life until they decided that   the house dog for ex- (or current) drunks and junkies program was not working out as planned.  Now he has us and is in terminal "intruder alert" mode - even if that intruder is a sparrow relieving itself on a rock halfway up a mountain in the next state over...(umm... do they have mountains in New Mexico??


3.  Misty Mae (AKA Mischievious Misty, AKA Misty Missile, AKA Sidewinder Misty, AKA Misty-Get-Off-That-Fence!) a 50lb, 2 yr old female (until her fateful introduction to the local Humane Society), Gerpet (German Shepherd/Whippet) another rescue, who feels it is her God Given Duty to awaken me promptly at 5am every morning. EVERY morning. PROMPTLY.  Ignoring her is not an option as she starts with a growl, if that doesn't work progresses to a yodel, and failing that turns me into a human trampoline.  Misty is Very Fast, and Very Curious, and Very much suffering from some type of canine hyperactive disorder.  We have 3 acres which is about 3 acres too short for her racetrack. Go figure....


4.  Bailey Boo (AKA Bailey Ball, AKA Boo Baby, AKA Sheepdog, AKA Paper Towel Shredder, ) a 25lb, 3 yr old female (when she was born),  Shpug (Shih-Tzu/Pug) - or so I was told.  She looks more like a sheepdog on 4 inch legs with a permagrin and is shaped like a blimp.  Which one of those breeds ever got that big anyway??? Her best days are the ones when Misty plays soccer with her (as the ball) or she completes her mission of shredding enough paper towels to get into the AKC Book of World Records, followed by the exercise of her turbo tongue cleaning anything that will sit still long enough - generally resulting in the loss of a patch of skin from her victim.


5.  Wynda Lee (AKA Princess, AKA Her Highniness) a 5lb, 6yr old female (back in the day), ShiChi (Shih-Tzu/Chihuahua).  Wynda rules the roost (much to Misty's dismay) and her sole goal in life is to let everyone she meets know exactly how much they are loved -with the exception of the other furry intruders with whom she must share her realm and maintain her coveted position as Pack Princess.


Well, that's it for the furkids... tomorrow we will touch base with the featherkids and finkids....


Ya'all have a supercalifragilisticexpialadotious day!!!