Chowdah is our basset hound. He’s an awesome boy! We adopted him from a basset rescue league when he was four. We don’t know much about his early years, but we do know that he was born in the South. We thought it fitting to give him a truly New England name when he came to live with us in New Hampshire, which is how he became, “Chowdah”. Chowdie is the official mascot of our backyard farm. Each morning he inspects the goings on in the chicken pens and then comes in for a nap. He’s a handsome boy at 12 years old!
Update: Chowdah passed away this spring in what would have been his 15th year. He died suddenly at home with Terri and me by his side. I still talk to him every day. I know he is watching over us and all of the animals that make up our mini farm. It is so tough losing a best friend, but the journey is worth every moment. We love you, Chowdie!! <3 <3
Willow and Sadie are our beautiful beagles. They are six years old already. My goodness, time flies! Willow and Sadie are from different litters, but you’d never know it. They’ve been inseparable since the day they came home with us as 8 week old pups. They are beating hearts of love, though it’s not unusual for Sadie to save some of her kisses until she’s had equal time with her chewie.
Danno is our Pacific Blue parrolet. He was my birthday present last year. He is the most comical bird I’ve ever had. I so enjoy listening to him. We’re still working on teaching him people words, such as, Book ’em Danno! but we understand each other just fine. He really likes listening to sporting events on TV. I think he likes the crowd noise more than the action on the field. He is a huge Boston Red Sox fan. I fully expect his first words to be, “Peanuts! Get your Peanuts!”
Sugar Plum is our cat. She and Danno are great friends (from a healthy distance). Sug is hilarious. She’s a healthy weight, but is nowhere near light on her feet. We can hear her “plop” down off of all sorts of things around the house. I love it when she tries to sneak by us. She’ll dart behind a chair, step out, give us the “you…see…nothing” glance, and plod off to who-knows-where.
We’ve added more crew members! We adopted Skye and Sprite, parakeets – from our local SPCA. Skye is female and Sprite is male. We don’t know how old they are, so we may or may not see eggs this spring. They were part of a large surrender of parakeets brought to the SPCA when a breeding program got out of hand. Skye and Sprite were not coupled originally, but they have become inseparable since moving in together. They kiss, they cuddle, and they make beautiful music throughout the day. (Whistling! What did you think I meant?!)
Our little Holly, was part of a litter that was found in a paper mill by a friend of ours. Her mother is a feral cat, but the kittens were rescued before the wild, survival instincts kicked in. She is a doll! Sweet natured and curious – funny as the day is long. We picked her up two days after Christmas, which is how she got her name. We fully expect her to grow up and host the Tonight Show when Jimmy Fallon’s tour is over.
Here is what she looks like today, all grown up.
The most recent addition to our family of feathers and fur is Thackery. He is (so they tell us), an English Spot mix. He is a year and a 1/2 old – another sweetie who found his way home to us by way of our local SPCA farm. Thackery likes to do impressions and is learning the art of sand sculpture. He is a big fan of bananas and blueberries, romaine lettuce and crunchy vegetables. Each evening before bed he sets out his Christmas stocking. “Not yet!” we tease him. “Santa won’t be here for months!” Who’s kidding who? I can’t resist that mug. It’s a Christmas carrot for Thackery every single night of the year.
That’s it so far for the animals… though the chickens have been asking for pet goats and a baby lamb would be hard to turn away. Alas, (It’s always good to sneak the word alas into a conversation… it makes you sound “whicked smaaht”), until we move to a spot with a real barn and a bit more acreage (5 year plan), I don’t think we’ll grow much bigger. Then again… that’s what we said when all we had were two dogs. Stay tuned!
Last, but certainly not least, is my better half, Terri. Without her, life wouldn’t be nearly as fun or as meaningful. She is my beacon in every storm, my compass on this journey and the harbor that I call home. xoxo
Oh, if you’re wondering what I look like, wonder no longer. Here I be. I know… it’s hard to look away, isn’t it? I get that a lot. Star quality, ladies and gentlemen. (Kidding, of course.)