What in the world am I doing up this time of the morning? Believe me, I’m not a morning person. I’m a ‘let’s sleep a little longer’ person. Sometimes a migraine will decide I need to get up, and it usually wins. Sometimes when I go ahead and get up, it goes away. So that’s what I’m working on. 
Told ya my girlfriends came over for lunch yesterday. We had the best time. But Herbert had to work the entire time. He was so tired last night. He’s never had to bark at that many people. And they were all over the place. Darn women wouldn’t stay in one place. About the time he’d think he’d fell in love with one of ‘em… she’d move to different spot. So he’d have to give her a growl or snort. He tried herding, but at 5 lbs. and really short… it wasn’t working. Then the darn tamale lady came by. By that time his barker was just about wore out.
After everyone left, we discussed it and decided we needed a nap. (Herbert & I). Shoot. Here comes Richard in the front door. And he’s wearing that darn hat again. Herbert doesn’t know him if he has that hat on. So I’m encouraging Herbert to bite him, and he’s barking his head off. Herbert was so tired he didn’t like him even after he took that hat off.
OMG, I forgot to tell you. Ethel, the Wonder Chicken, has no eggs. I had given her 2 wooden eggs… I even painted them…. since she doesn’t lay eggs. I was thinking maybe a snake was eating her eggs. Well, that was 8 months ago. A couple of nights ago, we’re coming in after dark, pass Ethel’s house… she flys down, screaming her head off. I see a snake’s tail hanging out of her bed. Long story (scary music) shorter version (fast forward) Richard gets the snake out, holds it up to see how long it is. There about 3/4′s down the snake… 2 big egg shapes. He had ate Ethel’s wooden eggs. Soooo, the delima is… has he been eating her tiny eggs all this time until he got big enough to swallow the 2 big wooden eggs? You know, she’s a Bantam, so her eggs would be small, extra small.
The other question is…. if she lays an egg and gets to keep it (no snake) will she quit trying to crow? Within a week of George (boyfriend) dying, she started to attempt to crow. She thinks she can crow. I always think someone’s trying to choke her. It’s a God awful screach.
Well, I’ll keep you updated on Ethel’s egg vs. eggless situation. Oh, Lord. There she goes crowing again. I’d like to rip her tonsils out.
When one is at PJ’s it is hard to know who to love the most…PJ, Herbert or Ethel. We are still wondering if there is a Richard, haven’t seen him around bu PJ tells us there is and we have no reason to doubt her. Just love ya.
Patsy, you are a sweet heart. Of coarse Herbert wins. He’s the cutest, Ethel’s the bravest, and I’m the one taking a nap.
… and Richard… he’s out there hammering on something… making $ so I can continue to be crazy. 
Pj This post had me laughing! What kind of dog is herbert… just from your description he sounds like a welsh corgi…
Snakes/chickens/eggs don’t go together do they…. poor Ethel! I have 7, 5 month old chickens.. I hope no one crows… because I can’t have that in my neighborhood… but I would love chiklets!
Thanks for joining my ning… I’m hoping to have fun stuff there.
Also I love your Dolls! I’ve seen them before and love them!
: ) Pattee
Herbert is a long hair Chihuahua. He thinks he’s bad, or wants to be. When he’s bad, he walks around stiff legged, growling. We laugh our heads off. He makes me think of a very short gangster…. just needs a machine gun. If they were from a mix, you’ll probably have more roosters. It’s hard to tell at first… then they start fighting. It gets funny. It’s like they’re trying to see who’s taller. One’s head goes up, then the other ones head goes up a little more, then they’re both standing on their toes pecking each other’s bill.
I know I’m going to enjoy you ning. Thanks for the compliment on my dolls! You made my day. xo