The Beast is actively looking for a new home for Lady. She has been digging holes under the fence, squeezing through it and going off for hours at a time. We know what it is that she needs. She needs to be taken for long walks at least twice a day. However, we are not the people who can do that. She needs a younger family or one with little kids that can play with her a lot and tire her out. She's such a happy, friendly little thing.
It's obvious that she is a border collie, which is what the vet told the Beast. He's put up a notice on the bulletin board at his church, since he trusts that the people there wouldn't mistreat her. He has hopes that one of the farmers might want her. She's smart and learns quickly but needs much more exercise than we can provide for her. We worry about ticks getting on her since she bounds into tall grassy areas and we just found out that one of our neighbors dogs has lyme disease from a huge tick they found on her. The vet was the one that made the diagnosis. I'm not sure how it affects a dog but people can get it, too, from ticks spread by dogs. Scary stuff. I thought that the ticks that spread that were confined to the Appalachian mountains but I guess I was wrong.
Since she IS a border collie and still young, she can learn to herd and that would be wonderful exercise for her. After she escaped from the back yard once again today, the Beast and I sprayed her with Flea and Tick spray and I brushed her and felt all through her hair to see if she had any ticks on her. Now that she has been sprayed, I hope if I missed any during my search, the spray will kill them.
Today was another wash day for the Beast this time. I folded his t-shirts, undies and socks for him after they were dry. He's taken it to heart about checking to make sure that all the clothes are dry. I am tired of getting clothes that are still damp, especially his socks and the bands on his undies. But he checked them today (I saw him doing it but didn't mention it to him) so I didn't have to put any back in the dryer. The other day, he took my clothes out of the dryer and I had to throw about half of them back in since they were still damp. I told him that just because clothes feel hot does not mean they are dry and I let him feel the clothes I had to put back in the dryer. He was shocked, I know.
It rained a bit today but not a hard rain. Yesterday we lost both our internet and our TV's. That was one heck of a storm that went through our area. I'm going to make some Southern fried chicken tomorrow since I found out from one of the cooking shows I watch the secret to it. You use buttermilk in the egg wash after the first flouring (which you let sit for a bit before putting the chicken into the egg wash and flouring it again. Then it's into the oil to cook (oil needs to be 220 degrees or higher) and let it get a nice golden brown. They also put it into the oven, on a rack, for another 10-15 minutes to release a bit of the grease that is absorbed and keep the coating crispy. It's the buttermilk (and spices in the flour, of course) that makes the difference. Amazing that such a small thing can make a difference. I knew there was a reason that their flour coating held together so well.
It's supposed to be a warm day tomorrow but with a 50% chance of thunderstorms. *Sigh* I'm beginning to hate the rain but there's no way to control that. I'm sure the farmers in the area like to see it since it is so necessary for good crops. Oh well.
Love you all. I hope you have a nice day for your Friday. ***Hugs***
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