Stella finds a cat toy

Stella

The cone is gone. Stella destroyed it, but she still has her post-spaying shirt, well, mostly.

The cats haven’t played with this toy in months. It disturbed Stella when the ball moved inside, yet she couldn’t get it out. That’s what the barking is about.

She kept barking at it so I put it away and gave her one of her chew toys. She settled down and the barking stopped until she heard herself on this video. She was sure another dog had come for a visit.

Sometimes a dog barking on TV or another odd sound will get her barking again. She has a sharp bark and she uses it to tell me she needs to go outside.

Just another day with my growing puppy.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

Copyright 2022 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.

Stella’s still playing

fun, Stella

It took her a while to figure out how to play, but she did it.

Life is different for Stella, the cats, and me. It will get back to normal after her post-operation time.

I know she will be happy when she can run again. Two weeks feels like a long time, but we’re a few days into that time already.

Right now life is what it is.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

Copyright 2022 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.

Poor Stella

Stella

Stella left her shirt alone the first day, but that didn’t last.

I added a cone the following day so she couldn’t get at her stitches.

Two weeks of torture are ahead for both of us.

We’ll get through this, but neither of us will be happy while we work through post-operation life.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

Copyright 2022 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.

Pork Chop Day

Chuck Paska story, Family

During the Great Depression, people raised livestock in their backyards. Here’s a story my dad wrote about having pigs in Calumet Park, Illinois.

We never raised pigs when I was a kid. I saw one being butchered at a friend’s farm and I couldn’t eat pork for years. I guess I take after my dad.

Funny that eating homegrown chickens didn’t bother my dad. It sure bothered me. Like he said, “It’s like eating your friends.”

I hope you enjoy this true story from when my dad was a boy.

I’ll read another in a future blog.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

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Stella and her toys

fun, Stella

Stella has favorite toys. Her preferences change from day to day, hour to hour.

Some toys I set aside so they seem new when I bring them out again.

Stella loves her squeaky bones. The bones carry the smell of bacon. They only last so long because she squeaks them so much.

Today her attention is on this green ball, though it doesn’t go into her crate. It’s not special enough.

Stella always wants that soft white pull in her crate when she sleeps at night.

Right now, she’s at my feet as I write. It’s time for a little puppy nap.

Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.

Copyright 2022 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.