On Thursday, I was in the house and heard Tippy barking.  I went out to see what she had found.  I tried to follow her gaze down the hill, but didn’t see anything.  I did hear something big walking, so I went over to the edge of the woods to get a better look.  That’s when I saw it.  A big, black bull.  What in the world was it doing on that steep hill?

I got Tippy inside while I put my shoes on so I could chase it back to where it belonged.  Before I got back outside, it had disappeared.  I tried to get Tippy to help me find it, but she decided laying on the concrete was a better option.  I never did see it again, but did follow it’s tracks for a distance down through the woods.

Mom and dad later checked and all of the cows that were supposed to be in the field were there.  They put up a piece of wire where they thought it had probably gotten out.

Take two.  Today, I was sitting outside, reading, and Tippy started barking.  I looked up and this is what I saw.

Tippy and the bull
Mom. Look what’s up on the hill. He’s huge!

He was back and had brought a friend…..a cow.  Again, by the time I put my shoes on, they were gone.  But, this time, I followed their tracks and heard them smashing through the woods, back down the hill.  Where they went down was really steep and had some fallen trees, so I really don’t know how they managed to make the trek and not get hurt.  We still can’t figure out why they have decided to climb this big hill.  They have plenty of food and water where they are and there is nothing to eat in the woods.  Maybe they are just adventuresome and wanted to try out their mountaineering skills.

After all of the excitement was done and the cows were back where they belonged, it was time to relax and enjoy the rest of the afternoon.

Tippy and the bull2
Time for a little rest and relaxation.


Last night, we got our first snow of 2017…about 4.5 inches.  It was the kind of snow that lays on everything.  My favorite.

My view when I opened the curtains this morning.

Tippy loves the snow. When I first took her out this morning, she was intent on surveying the “new” surroundings.

Even though it was only 14°F, I decided to take her on our walk before the wind picked up.   She was more than ready.

It’s so pretty mom.

We basically had virgin snow the entire way out, with only a few deer and rabbit tracks to be seen.  I hate leaving my tracks in virgin snow.  I try to walk the same path on the way back, so as to save as much of the purity as possible.

I wanted to get a good picture of Tippy with snow on her nose.  She is the worlds worse to look away just as I snap.  I finally got a decent one.

She was still full of energy after we got back from our 1.1 mile walk/run.  (I walked.  She ran.)

Even after that, she had enough energy to play Frisbee.

This is her kind of weather.  She was out the majority of the day, running around or laying in the sun on the front porch.

We did take another walk in the afternoon.  It started with the half mile round trip to the mail box, where we found the mail person had slid into the ditch right past my box.  It is on a hill that never sees the sun, so was very icy.  She would have probably made it, had she not had to stop to put mail in my box.  When she started back out, she lost traction and in the ditch she went.  It’s a deep ditch, so 2 wheels were up in the air.  She said she was okay and had help on the way.

Tippy ran up to the gate, wanting to walk back in the hills again, so I took her about half of our normal walk.  I was done with the cold.  I think she could have stayed out longer.  I’m beginning to think she is part Husky.



I know most of you who read my blog have indoor pets and will probably think horrible things about me, but, when I first got Tippy, she was strictly an outside dog.  She did stay in my enclosed (heated and air conditioned) garage at night, in a crate, but was not allowed inside the house.  I never had indoor dogs as a child, so really didn’t even consider the possibility, especially since she had so much energy and was chewing everything she could get her mouth on.

When she was about a year old, my trainer (A.C.) kept her for a few days while I went on a trip.  She let Tippy stay inside her house, with her own dogs, and said she had no issues at all.  She didn’t get into anything and let A.C. know if she needed to go outside to potty.  So, I decided I would try it and see how she did.

A.C. talked me through how to introduce her to the house and how to let her know that she needed to be calm when she was inside.  She did great.  She never had an accident in the house and never chewed up or bothered anything.  Even though she loved to chew on twigs and logs, she didn’t touch the pile of  firewood I had beside the fireplace.  I only had to tell her to leave it alone once, and she never went back.  I believe she truly understands that there is a difference in what is allowed outside versus inside.

Still, I wanted my bedroom to be a “Tippy free” zone.  She quickly learned her boundaries and, for the most part, abided by them.  It took me another few months before I felt comfortable enough to leave her out of her crate when I wasn’t going to be in the same room, like when I took a shower or was asleep.  It turned out that I had nothing to worry about, but I did.  Eventually, I started letting her sleep wherever she wants to, within her boundaries.  Sometimes, she choses her crate, but it is more likely that she will be on the couch, loveseat, or living room floor.

Tippy sleeping on the couch
Yes, I am comfortable. Thanks for asking.

She is a little afraid of the vacuum cleaner, so, when she is inside and I am vacuuming the living room, she goes into the bedroom to “get away.”  I decided that was okay.  Of course, she took advantage of that, and now I let her sleep in there during the day.  For some reason, her favorite spot for an afternoon nap is under the bedroom window.

Tippy sleeping in the bedroom
Tippy’s happy place.

At night, she still sleeps in the living room and NEVER comes into the bedroom.  That is why this morning was so sweet.

I woke up about 6:30 am with a cramp in the calf of my leg.  My reaction was “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.” I didn’t say it very loudly, but Tippy heard and came in to check on me.  I told her thanks and gave her some lovin’ while I stretched out the muscle.   She moved down to my leg, which was hanging over the edge of the bed, rubbed up against it, and then laid down in the floor.  I was going to let her stay there until I got up, but, she voluntarily moved back into the living room in about 5 minutes.  I think she just wanted to make sure I was okay.  You can’t get much sweeter than that!