Drizzly Day

At 7 am the sky was overcast and the temperature right at 75 degrees...the humidity is back. We left the fans run overnight as the temperature was still 79 degrees at 11:30 pm when we went to bed. UUUGGGHH, will the heat never leave? We hit about 89 degrees yesterday afternoon.

The sun broke through the clouds briefly, maybe for about two and half hours...the sky never really cleared though and now we are having drizzly rain off and on. Just enough to make things soggy and enough to keep me inside. I did manage to get the trash bin back from the road and the mail picked up before the drizzle began to fall harder....lucky me.

Penny and Patty are the only smart chickens today...they headed for the nest box when the rain began to fall harder...Piggy, Red and Barney however, seem to enjoy being wet and remain out in the rain instead of being dry inside their coop....silly birds.
Got everyone fed and the water containers cleaned out and refilled while the sun was still out. Seems everyone was waiting for the feed this morning, they lined up at the fence while I was getting it ready. Last night they got a bit of a treat....I had four small pieces of the Snickerdoodles left and they attacked that like they hadn't seen food for months! Really amazed me at how they each grabbed a piece and pretty much guarded it until it was gone. Must have been the sugar that got their attention. Every now and then I give them stale bread and its the same when they see the bread....guard it til it's gone. Too funny to watch them snatching the pieces and running around the pen trying to eat it before one of the others snatches it away.

Finally busted the trash dog in the act last night. We had just went to bed when I heard the slap of plastic hit the tile....I immediately jumped out of bed with the intent of killing a dog (no, not literally). Mojo and Spike met me as I came out of our room....I turned the kitchen light on and proceeded to the back hall where I keep the trashcan. BUSTED!!!...Bear was so intent on the trash that he paid no attention until I was right on him. I yelled at him and swatted him as he bolted past me and then chased him out to the front porch, still scolding him about being in my trash. !$@&# DOG!!! I cleaned up what he had dragged out, fortunately there wasn't much in the can, and headed back to bed. Figured he'd probably try that stunt as we had chicken for supper and of course the bones went to the trash. He seems to have stayed on the porch for the remainder of the night and no further raids on the trash. Hubby emptied it this morning before taking the bin to the end of the driveway for pickup.

When this has happened while we have been out, all three dogs have been punished...even though I've had suspicions that it was Bear all along. He's always been a trash hound...I just don't want him teaching Mojo this habit. Spike has always been inside and he's never been one to get in the trash...maybe pull something off the top, but never knock it over and just shred everything. That's a Bear stunt for sure. Every thing he gets a hold of he shreds....cans, soda bottles, balls, you name it, he destroys it. I would have loved to been a flea on his ear when he was a pup...just to see how he was treated. Since he was one of the boys' dogs, I have a fair idea of why he is this way. I know it's a behavior issue and not because he's hungry....my boys get fed pretty darn good and they get snacks and table scraps almost every day, unless they are being punished. When they sit and beg...no table scraps....when they leave the property...no 'cookies', and they end up going to the pen for the night...usually spend the entire next day there as well, until hubby comes home and lets them loose. Spike ends up in the carrier as he has been known to jump the fence. Funny how the smallest and oldest has better springs in his butt than the larger younger ones. I do worry about him injuring his silly self when he goes over the fence, which is why he goes in the carrier.

Since I'm stuck inside I guess I'll tackle the back room again...hey!...the trash bin is empty!!...so I must fill it once more...LOL. Not really what I want to do, but its one of those things I've put off for way too long. Might even start another load of laundry....it's almost caught up....and these are my clothes. Hubby's is all caught up for the moment. I'd wash mine with his, but the smell of diesel grease doesn't do a thing for me. His work clothes always seem to have diesel on them somewhere. Only time his clothes get washed with mine is if its his good clothes. Good thing he normally wears his work clothes! Hahaha. I still need to pull the vacuum apart to see what got stuck...maybe I'll go hunt for the screwdriver and do that before I tackle the back room....sigh...here I go again....putting it off, which is why it never gets done.....Bad me!!!