The weather is getting warmer in Arizona. Different species of wildlife cope in different ways. Here’s a scene from our front window.
You have to look carefully but there’s a lizard on a rock on the left (the tail is really visible) who is sunning him/her self and enjoying the weather. There’s a rabbit on the right who is in the shade and over a wet spot where the drip system emits cool water. It’s doggie TV for Kaci and Kali. As a bonus, there are no ads.
Meet Josephine (as we call her)-the peeps drive by her to get anywhere:
Isn’t she adorable?
Look at those lips. Aren’t they kissable?
GOTCHA-I’m a bird and don’t know about lips.
Happy Easter from Kaci, Kali, the peeps and me with our Easter cactus.
In the Sonoran Desert, there’s a plant that is all over and this time of year turns the desert into a sea of yellow.
How did this come about? Many of you remember Kenzie, the Westie (RIP, 2012).
He’s also in our header next to Kyla (RIP 2014). There was a bush in our back yard and Kenzie loved to lift his leg and pee on it. That was the original KPB (Kenzie Pissing Bush). Because of Kenzie’s fertilizer with vitamin P, the bush went viral (was fruitful and multiplied) all over the desert . The original KPB is still alive and flowering
Now you know why our desert is covered with KPBs and the flowers are yellow.
Nobody really knows the actual birth dates for Kali and Kaci. Both were listed as “strays” and on the “list” at kill shelters. Kaci’s birthday was listed as February 30. For those of you who are still reading, my 9th birday is April 15 which is “Tax Day” in the US. Just a hint, send your refunds to me-no bills, please.
Kaci was listed as a birthday of February 30th which means she’ll never grow old. The peeps decided that March 8th, 2012 was her birthday and that was awfully arbitrary. So we celebrated Kaci’s fifth birthday today. Kaci and Kali got extra dinner (and it was special) and toys.
Kaci has matured and has learned how to lay eggs.She will be a superstar soon.
My birthday is coming up. So don’t send me any tax bills. SQUAAAAWK!
Bandit’s peeps and Kali, Kismet, and my peeps are family. Bandit went to the bridge yesterday. I’m writing this post because I met Bandit but Kismet and Kali did not. Bandit was born May 20, 2001 and was a very cute doxie puppy
I got to meet Bandit when Kyla and I accompanied the peeps on the long car trip to Montana in 2013.
When Kyla went to the bridge late 2014, it was a double whammy. Bandit was diagnosed with cancer. He survived with chemo until yesterday. Bandit is survived by his doxie brother, Digger. Bandit’s peeps and Digger didn’t have a blog but followed this one. I asked his peeps if they wanted to say something and they did:
Bandit was a fighter. Strongest dog ever. 26 month cancer survivor. He loved adventures. He loved his toys and would steal new ones from his brother. He fought till the very end. Loved car rides in my lap. He was very quick with the kisses and loves and snuggles. Loved to open presents. He would also sing for the “Niners” for Misty. He loved to sing Sugarland’s “All I want to do” with Cindy. He was also my protector. He was too smart for his own good. He had hops, he could grab a pizza box off the counter. He hated wearing clothes. My brother made a great pillow. He also loved curling up to the fireplace on a cold night. Finally, he LOVED laying in the sun as it came thru the windows and followed it around the house.
You can edit these as you like. But this was Bandit!!!
No editing necessary. Run Free, Bandit. Find Kenzie and Kyla. We love you all.
When the Mayan calendar was ending a few years ago and the apocalypse was imminent, one savior protected us all
Kyla said “to hell with my hair-do” and she put on a tinfoil hat. The world is still here. Unfortunately, Kyla isn’t with us-she forgot to keep wearing the hat. But there’s a new menace coming:
It is a heavenly body scheduled to crash into earth in October. Don’t believe me? It’s on the internet so it must be true
I asked for Kismet’s help and she said that nobody messes with her head (although she feels free to mess with everyone else’s head). I asked Kaci but all I got was “my HAIR, my HAIR“. This leaves it up to me. I’m going to design my “save the world” tinfoil hat soon. I can’t do it on an empty stomach.