We adopted Vivien on December 5. When I saw her photo on the Charlottesville Albemarle SPCA website, it was love at first sight. Her name then was Pretty Girl, and I was smitten.


She came to Charlottesville through the Best Friends Animal Society from a shelter in Houston established for Hurricane Harvey relief efforts.

As is the case with many of the dogs rescued from Houston, Vivien tested positive for heart worm. She went back to the Charlottesville SPCA later in December for her last treatments.

She was still pretty sleepy when I brought her home the afternoon of December 21:


For the past month, Viv’s been spending lots of time being a couch potato:


And loving on Kike:



Being a city girl from Houston, we’re pretty sure Vivien had never seen cows or donkeys, heard coyotes, and most likely, never experienced snow before coming to Morning Bray Farm.


She’s settled in quite nicely, is learning the ins and outs of being a country girl, and is definitely finding her way into all of our hearts.


We’re all especially looking forward to this Thursday, when her post-treatment restricted activity period ends.

Viva la Viv! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥


Hulls Cove, high tide:


Cadillac Mountain, Acadia National Park:


Acadia National Park:




Jordan Pond, Acadia National Park:


Bernard, Maine (Ellsworth, Maine is very close by):


Hulls Cove, low tide:


Hulls Cove, sunrise:


49 states down, one to go.



Getting annual jabs is exhausting.


Our new pup, Harper. We adopted her in September. ♥ ♥ ♥

Kike Angel

Just like that. Enzi is 15 years old today.


She had tuna for breakfast. Shrimp for lunch. She’ll have tuna again for dinner. What Enzi wants, Enzi will get today.


Well, it is her birthday and she is the Diva of all Divas.


Impossible to believe that it was 15 years ago. She rescued me.


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June 2002. Kassie’s fourth birthday; her first with me:

Kassie 2002

June 2014. Kassie’s 15th birthday:





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Don’s sister Debbie came to visit us over the weekend. I haven’t blogged for a while, and she graciously agreed to be our very first guest blogger. Thanks Deb!

At the beginning of my visit with Don and Justina, I was bribed early on to pick up the blog and give my perspective on the weekend. My mind experienced a “twist” over that request because generally speaking, my visits with them have always been pure magic, in a personal way. This is my family. They love me without question, and that is a cherished feeling. I’ll do pretty much anything they ask, so here we go…

We started the weekend with immediate cheers to being together again, and headed down to the barn to say hello to my larger nieces and nephews. Donkey greetings are always a highlight because whenever Don or Justina get within range of sight, the boyz and girlz are nearly bursting with joy. There was so much excitement that we took Bernard and Ellsworth for a walk down a lovely quiet trail. I took some of the first pictures on this walk, that opened up to a large field with breathtaking views as the backdrop.

Bernard and Ellsworth

It was a quick walk because we were on a deadline to see the Virginia Military Institute dress parade happening that afternoon. Bernard and Ellsworth were safely tucked away, the Moo was secured, and we took off for downtown Lexington.

Meggie Moo

If you’ve never witnessed a dress parade, understand that the process is amazing to both see and feel. The uniforms are sharp. Actions are precise and with purpose.

Virginia Military Institute

Feeling pride in your country is hard to avoid as you pay respect to our great flag and nation. There is no better country than the United States of America.

Dress parade

Upon returning home, Don decided it would be awesome to have me touch the electric fence. Generally speaking, I’d like to think I am smarter than this. Unfortunately, my love for family and trust for my brother brings out the stupid in me. He knows this and continues to trick his little sister without mercy. Note in the photo that Don is touching the fence. I inspected him carefully. He wasn’t sweating. He wasn’t twitching. He was very matter of fact that it was no big deal.  So, okay, I’ll touch the fence.  Had Justina said ANYTHING at this point it would have been helpful. She opted to stay in the barn and snicker quietly. If any of you visit, don’t fall for this. My howling in pain sent the donkeys racing halfway up the hill. Don giggled like a school girl.


Harriet was not pleased.


My favorite spot on the farm is the gazebo.


We spent most of the weekend here, blazing a trail to the fridge and back. The dogs visit at will, donkeys are visible, and we can watch moo wander around.


There is something about sitting there, hearing the breeze flow over the hill, birds chirping along with the wind chimes, and listening to music about popping tops and fried chicken that let you know you’re doing life right.

Another fine weekend at Morning Bray Farm. I’m feeling blessed.

Don and Deb

Deb and Justina


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