An interesting walk

Finally, I woke up to a day knowing I could take some kind of a walk in the pasture with Gabe.  By nine o'clock it was 32 degrees with little or no wind, so when I went out to feed Mama Kitty and the goats, I decided to go on and walk.  I knew I wouldn't go too far: for one thing, I didn't want to walk on the hilly places where the trees won't let the ground thaw.  I'd be falling for sure.  And besides, I have to build up to a longer walk after two or three weeks of not being able to go out except to tend to the animals.  

So I stayed on the level and let Gabe roam around a bit; he usually keeps me in sight.  I imagine I didn't walk more that 20 minutes, but I sure was happy to be out in the sunshine with my dog... until two coyotes came trotting over the hill perhaps sixty yards away from us.  They ignored us, but Gabe was about twelve feet away from me.

Gabe is not the brightest dog, nor does he always listen when I say "come".  Especially when he hasn't been able to walk with me for so long!  I started trying to get his attention, but he was busy smelling something on the ground and ignored me.  Here's the thing:  If Gabe sees another dog, no matter how big it is, he chases it.  For a long time I just knew the neighbors' German Shepherds would be the death of him, but these days they keep then in hand.  He'd run toward them growling and barking as though he would kill them, and they'd head toward him growling and barking.  Whew!

Finally I got down on the ground and he came, without ever seeing the coyotes, and I picked him up until they were out of sight and went to the house.  I know, without a doubt, that he would have run to his death.

We took another short walk in the afternoon... with Gabe on a leash.

Oh yes, and HOW ABOUT THOSE CHIEFS!!!

Weather, the Chiefs, a Cat picture, and a book. Ho-hum

I never know where I will find my cats, but this one takes the cake.  I think she was just waiting for me to take a picture.  I used to milk into that bucket when I had my Jersey cows;  For the last couple of weeks, I've been using it to take warm water out to the goats.  It was 3 degrees yesterday when I went out, but we finally got above freezing later in the day.  Next week, look out, because we will see the 40's and 50's again and I just may be able to go for a walk.

Of course we here in the Chiefs' Kingdom can't wait to see if they go to the Superbowl again!  Did you know the Chiefs have a guy in Nashville who writes parodies about them practically after every game, and sings them on Facebook?  His name is Blane Howard, and he's always been a Chiefs fan.  He's handsome, too.

I'm almost scared to watch the game, because we all know what goes up must come down sometime or other.  The Chiefs weren't playing their best this season, and yet they only lost one game.  Haters say it's because the referees help them.  Sometimes I wonder about that myself.

OK.  What else?  I'm reading Confronting the Presidents, by Bill O'Reilly; he knows how to make history interesting.  One thing I've noticed is that there were a lot more bad presidents than good ones... sometimes four or five of them in a row.  It's a good book, but it isn't something I can sit down and read for hours.  I won't get it done, because it's a long book and I'm barely over halfway reading it, with only seven days before it goes back to the library.  I will put it on hold again, though, because I'm just now up to Kennedy, and I have a feeling the best (or worst) is yet to come; there aren't that many more presidents to go, and there are lots more stories to tell about this group if they are going to take up half of the book!