Aren't they just darling?

First of all before I go any farther, I owe Corbie a great big thanks for posting pictures for me as I have the computer genius of an eggplant. Thank you Corbie.

This last puppy (the one on the bottom of the bed taking the menacing steps toward the cameraman) is a Mr. Ted E. Bear. I GUESS we will keep him. He is 9" tall and over 14" long not counting the tail. His fur is almost an inch thick already. None of the pups look like their mom at all.To tell the truth, it is still up in the air as to who and how many we will keep. Turned out these are special pups with thier mom's temperment and are continually happily wagging thier tails. There will be about 4 more pictures as there are two missing in action. My guess is they are somewhere under the bed. Lizzy is totally pooped out. It will be 4 weeks tomorrow that we helped her with her brood and she still won't fess up as to the messing around she had done. There are Sharpie
faced pups, cocker faced and one who is totally marbled, so many shades of brown he almost looks purple. A friend of mine said the first one that is so Sharpied looks just like me. He is supposed to be my pal.
Mudflap McBack

Story People
Here's the Story of the Day:

I like women a lot, he said, but only after I've known them awhile & they know they can laugh at me out loud.

The Anguish of a Lost Winter

The seasons are getting much shorter. We were 66 degrees Fahrenheit today. Normally Ely is one of the cold spots in the nation. To be sure. But it being Summer once again I guess this isn't an unusual temperature at all. Maybe a tad cool for summer now that I think more clearly about it. You would say shit Mudflap you are just experiencing Spring or another one of your bipolar or high glucose shifts. Not so I say, there are no buds on the trees and all of their leaves have fallen off and raked into a pile with the apples which hopefully will produce compost soon. This thou throws me and my totally unthought out theory right thru the window, which is open letting the flies in. Flies in? In middle November? An abhorrence of nature I tell you.
Most of you probably will be clueless to this, but I have watched with considerable interest the SLC Weather Station and found you are in the midst of an inversion. Unless you live in Park City where the skies are clear and you can see not only your breath but the stars. I remember inversions. They make fog freeze on everything and people irritable. They live in cities by lakes and choke anyone with any kind of breathing or respitory problems by plugging the lungs and it's fine membranes with all the contaminates spewed out by the factories, mining refineries and automobiles that should have been put out of service a couple of decades ago but with a 40.00 payoff at the Texeco on 7200 So. State were left to sputter generous amounts of smoke, carbon, lead, sulphur and hydracarbons at a rate only exceeded by our local Old Engine Number 93 that runs totally on coal and doesn't have to pass any tests in fact the more smoke that comes out of the stack the more the passengers like it but I see once again I am straying away from my letter to an uninformed world about the Summer to Winter to Summer Dance that is happening right before my eyes. Oh where are the snows of yesteryear? My snowshoes have been sent in for repairs and realignment for my Christmas present from the other half who could have more appropriately spent the money on something I could actually use here like two gross of dust masks for the upcoming winds that will surly blow from North to South once the alkaline soil turns hard and to microscopic dust sharp enough to sandblast a windshield in minutes flat.
Now there must have been a reason my fingers started walking across the keyboard. What could it have been? And even more frightening, where is the rest of that 64 ounce Dark Chocolate Hershey Bar and my Latte anyway?

MFMF

What, When, Who or How

Yes, things have gotten much stranger here in Red Hill. I mean besides a man having to give up 9/10 of his bed space once again.
Susie went up to the house where I had followed the beautiful boxer that was in the run to ask them if it was purebred. Well, yes but it is FEMALE. Now that leaves me in a total columdrum. Lizzy was always in the run except for a few times she made good an escape and went to the neighbors who would treat her with stew and bones for her effort of sliding under the fence and tearing off hide in the process. So....
it just beats the crap out of me. There is a couple of pups that look like they could have Sharpie in them, a couple that have Burros Sheep Dog markings, two beautiful tan pups half white that look in every sense boxer and two more mixes. Now I asked MY Human doctor and she said it would be almost an impossibility that Burro had a few sperms still swimming after the neuter but not impossible. Where the rest came from is a total mystery. I am quite sensitive to energy and three of the pups have emit strong energy when placed against my face. They are growing like weeds that have been treated with nitrogen. Serious. I am supposed to wait 5 more weeks till I can give them away and by that time they will have totally overun my bedroom and spilled out into the kitchen. Where Burro sleeps as he doesn't understand these new arrivals and gets as far as he can from them. Next store neighbor girl offered to take them all to our "Superstore" and betted me she could give them away within two hours on a Saturday. Yes they are that beautiful. But........................ Maybe I want to keep one. And maybe Susie wants to keep one. That would mean we would have to drive the highways and feed the dogs road kill. O what to do? I should have never started to play with them. Jeff warned me............................Bloggers hear me out, this could happen to you. Listen to your kids when it comes to your dog having pups. "DONT"
Wishing all a fantastic week.
Mudflap Mkmired

Woman Protecting Herself From Snow and Rain, Right.

They say this is a woman protecting herself from snow and sleet in Germany. I believe it is actually E.T. heading home.

From an Interview With Paulo Choelho

I do believe in Life After Death but I don't don't think it's that important. What is important is to understand that we are living this life after death now.
SO WE HAVE TO GET RID OF THE NOTION OF TIME?
We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark then you under
stand that there is no time and everything is eternal
IT SOUNDS LIKE THIS IDEA PROBABLY HELPED YOU OVERCOME YOUR FEAR OF NOT EXISTING, WHICH YOU DESCRIBE IN THE INTRODUCTION OF THE "ALCHEMIST"
Yes of course there was this fear of death. And one day when I made a pilgrimage Santiago de Compostella I had to go thru an excerise and had to face my own death.
Since then, I realize that death is not the end of life, but it is also my best friend. She is always sitting at my side even when I am talking to you, looking to the mountains here with snow.
YOUR DEATH IS ALWAYS SITTING AT YOUR SIDE?
By my side sitting in the chair in front of me. I see death as a beautiful woman.
WHAT IS SHE SAYING?
She is saying, "I am going to kiss you." But she says, "Ok, not now--but pay attention and get the best of every moment because I am going to take you." And I say "OK, thank you for giving me the most important advice in my life--to live your moment fully.

Oh, I don't know what happened. I found myself jumping from one topic to another without any lead ins. And now I find myself like a fellowess blogger, ya Lindesy, you know who I am talking about. See, I gave it away. Writing to myself. Perhaps it is the sudden Summer to Winter and not a long lasting dissabilatating malfunction. Oh the horror.
MFMF

Yes it's true, we went from Winter to Summer and now are going from Summer
to Winter. We used to alway have the beauty and observance of the four seasons. Well, not anymore. Yesterday it rained, snowed and sleet fell in buckets. Literally. The pudderhounds food dish which is a turkey roasting pan
had over an inch of water in it. Now I don't know how the weathermen decide there was only a precipation of .011 moisture yesterday. Maybe they use an upside down eye dropper minus the bulb to collect a certain amount of drops in a given time. I can see I wasted most of my working years as a mechanic and vet technician. I could have been in a coushy work site peering out the window making forcasts by the aches and pains in my body and measuring barametric pressure and wind speed. Yes Red Hill is indeed in the clutches of winters grip. Corby is right. The times they are a changing.
Which of course brings to mind........................................
For the most part I do not hate and see love and count blessings evey chance I get. Hate does not normally raise it's ugly head. One of those bad times would have been a post that I put up and almost immediatly took down. Apparently not quick enough to escape the eyes of I believe Corbie. It was something I thought I had got past. Seemingly not.
Living on Cold Mountain
Mudflap McMittens