In celebration of their marriage, my parents bought a miniature poodle puppy. They named her Fete… a French word meaning festival, celebration or party. This picture is of my daddy, me and Fete.

Fete lived to be 16 1/2 years old.  ♥

“My” first dog was another poodle, whom we rescued. We named her Jolie, because she was so beautiful.  Très jolie. ♥

My fond memories of Fete and Jolie make this next picture even more special for me. Meet Ellsworth and Gordy.

Gordy’s mom, Martina, recently acquired a donkey bank that she named Ellsworth because the bank has similar color to Ellsworth. According to Martina, Gordy has many characteristics like a donkey: sweet, good sense of humor and loves scritches. Gordy is a rescue, and like Ellsworth and Co, Gordy arrived at a very loving home. 

Martina shared that sometimes she feels like adopting Gordy was the best thing she’s ever done for herself.  His grin makes her heart happy.   ♥ ♥ ♥  

This picture is of  Gordy, formally known as  Gordon Lightfoot vonPudel (Martina gave him a classy name to make up for his neglected/abused puppyhood), and Georgie, formally known as Georgie Tara. Georgie is Martina’s other poodle; she’ll be 13 next month. Gordy is très handsome and Georgie is très jolie.  Hugs to you two!

I’ve always found there isn’t much middle ground for most folks when it comes to poodles. Love them or not, in many circles, poodles are regarded as the second most intelligent breed of dog after the border collie, and before the German Shepherd. The breed is believed to have originated in Germany, where it is known as the pudel… and standardized in France, where it was commonly used as a water retriever.

What was your childhood pet and what was his or her name? If you have photos that you’d like to share, email them to morningbray@hotmail.com and I’ll post them here. ♥

Just the other day, we were comparing notes with Carson about how our respective dogs react when they hear coyotes. Normally, our dogs completely ignore them.

You’ll see that was not the case with Kassie on Friday evening as the sun was setting and a pack of nearby coyotes started howling, yipping, yelping and barking.

We measure Kassie’s alert status by how close the tip of her tail is to touching her back. ♥

Perhaps you’ll recall that Don and Enzi like to play a game called frozen in the snow. Way back when, we promised to share the audio component of the game with you.

Without further ado, here it is. It’s called hubba. Goodness, she’s a vicious diva. ♥

Aww, Suni. Suni, soon, soon.

Suni’s name is pronounced Sue-Knee, so we call her Soon for short. When Suni’s around, Don and I always ask each other, “How soon?”  The answer is always, “Pretty soon.” She’s so pretty. ♥

Every now and then we find Kassandra Dee studying a toad with quiet intensity.

Thankfully she knows better than to mess with them, because biting one will make her very sick.

If only she would learn the same lesson with skunks. Thanks to Carson for these next two shots. Just look at the ‘tude – from both the princess and the toad!

Don: She’s my baby,

Me: My Kassie,

Don and me, in harmony: My little baby Kassie.

This is Kassie ‘s song. We sing it to her a lot.

Well, she is a baby. You remember how when your parents got annoyed with you, they called you by your first and middle name? That’s when she’s Kassandra Dee.

For example, we call her Kassandra Dee when she eats bees and her entire face swells up like a balloon. Oh, Kassandra Dee. We still love you so. Oh, how we love you.

‘Cause she’s my baby, my Kassie, my little Baby Kassie. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. I always throw that uh-huh part in at the end. She likes that.  ♥

Lovey Baby Enzi’s birthday was April 23. I can not believe it was nine years ago this gorgeous puppy came into my life.

The puppy who was all legs and ears,

grew up to be my beautiful girl.

I love that she’s a diva. Might have something to do with the fact that her first car ride was in a stretch limousine. In the Bahamas, no less.

To this day, she still thoroughly enjoys chewing on a good shoe if I forget to close the closet door. I attribute this to her love of fashion.

I love that despite the fact she refuses to walk on wet grass, she gallops with joie de vivre through the pasture on watering days. I love that she always smiles when I walk in the door.

I love that there’s really no point in making the bed because she insists on being tucked in every morning as soon as we get out of it. I’m not kidding. And yes, her head is always on the pillow.

Even if celebrations are a tad scaled back from what they used to be when there were fewer children, there’s always a cake and ice cream for birthdays here.

And the birthday girl or boy always gets the first bite of cake.

The cake recipe:

Ingredients

  • 1 cup whole wheat flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/4 cup peanut butter
  • 1/4 cup vegetable oil
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1/3 cup honey
  • 1 egg

Directions

Mix together flour and baking soda. Add remaining ingredients and mix well (it comes out more as a cookie dough than a cake batter). Press into a pie pan or tart dish and bake at 350°F for 10 minutes.

You might recall Enzi being described as the diva of Morning Bray Farm.

We lovingly call Suni our princess in training because she often seems to emulate Enzi’s behavior.

I think Suni is currently closing in on mini diva status. Oh dear.

Happy Easter! We’re in Phoenix this weekend visiting my dad. This is his dog Bluie. She has the most beautiful blue eyes and is such a good girl.

One of the things I enjoy when visiting my dad is the grackles. They crack me up. I’ve always called them machine gun birds because of their unique call.