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Our overly warm and snowless winter has translated to an early spring, so Kiska was complaining about the tall grass that has sprung up in Sibe Quentin.
The grass has decided it is spring and has exploded around the yard. Normally, first mowing is late April or early May, but it became very clear that the mower was going to have to crank up early this year.
Hu-Dad decided he had better take Kiska’s advice (er, demand) and mow last night, since we are to receive lots of rain today and Thursday followed by – wait for it – some snow Thursday night. Not enough to really matter, but we probably will be white Friday morning. Mother Nature is having fun this year.
Hu-Dad has posted some pictures of alligators from last week’s beach trip over at his photography blog. Feel free to visit by clicking here.
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Wings of Doom
December 12, 2024
A simple nightly routine with my dogs led me to face the wings of doom, a hideous creature that lurks in the shadows of my yard.
Mine has already been mowed once, and yesterday I noted ours looks like yours did pre-mow. Wow on the elders’ ages – I thought Cheese was getting up there, but she is eternally young – gotta keep those boys in line for sure. I love her. My heart goes out to Qannik though – He of all your pups is the one I would love to curl up with (with Frankie a close second).
Did you post about Typhoon’s vet results? I usually catch all your posts, but don’t see anything. Perhaps still waiting on results?
Have not posted yet because we still don’t have any defined causes. Currently have some GI tests out to the labs. Treating with some medications to stimulate his appetite and they seem to be working. He dropped down to nearly 38 pounds, but we seem to be rebounded.
Weirdly, all of the test results so far show a normal Siberian Husky, just anorexic for some unexplained reason.
Here in Michigan our grass is just starting to green up. We may have had more cold days than you, but we have had lack of snow too. Thursday we are expecting 2 to 6 inches of snow here too. Then on Sunday it’s suppose to almost 70. Gotta love the mother nature. Hugs and kisses to the herd.
Mom sez: When I saw Kiska’s “brisk walk” through the newly mowed grass, just made me think — I’ve been following the adventures of The Thundering Herd (and I looked back to see exactly, as I’ve saved all posts) for six years — March 3, 2011. Kiska never seems to age. Got me wondering, how old are the “Sibe Quentin Elders” now? Kiska, Cheoah, and Qannik, I guess that would be, wouldn’t it?
We, of course, don’t really know birthdates, but we know how long each has been with us.
Kiska came to Chez Herd in August 2006, so she has been in The Herd for over a decade. She is probably 12, maybe 13 or 14. She continues to be energetic, but has trouble jumping up on things. Hu-Dad gives her helicopter rides in and out of the Jeep so we don’t have to discuss that the Jeep is too high.
Qannik is approaching his tenth anniversary with The Herd, so is probably 12 or 13. Mr. Q is showing his age the most and has a quite defined limp when he gets tired (the limp is being treated). Age has not mellowed his goofiness at all.
Cheoah has been here 9 years and is probably somewhere between 11 and 13. We all remember she has been through TPLO surgery and has some arthritis in her spine, but she continues to keep the younger boys under control.
Hugs to the elders from the Hokie Pack!
Thank you, Kirk.