Thanks to all....

for their encouraging words about running. Cos and I did run Monday with a person from the beginner class. We also just got back from our run this morning. I am glad I did it but it wasn't fun. We passed a long-haired blonde, size 4 blonde. I thought to myself, 'Yeah, if I was that tiny, I would be walking to!' Well, eat my words, because about 2 minutes later, she blew by me, probably doing a 7 and a half minute mile pace. So I started feeling sorry for myself for having to haul my larda$$ at my snail's pace and then just then, just as I needed it, the song on the ipod goes to one of my fav running songs, Hung Up by Madonna with the aforementioned lyric, 'those who run.....' I feel inspired and I pick up my plodding pace and then realize that I had forgotten what the rest of the lyrics say which is, 'Time goes by so slowly....' Over and over again. She repeats that line about 100 times. I wanted to curl up in a fetal position by the side of the road, time was going by very slowly...... But anyways, we dug deep, finished and of course, now that it is over, I feel great and am glad I ran.

Goin' Back to Dewey

Goin' back to Dewey
To Dewey, to Dewey,
I'm goin' back to Dewey,
Naaah, I don't think so.......

Shout out to LL.

Okay, this has been running through my head for the past few days. Jen and I are heading down to Dewey with three hounds in her mud colored, bumper sticker covered van. Now if only I could find a young LL Cool J lookalike with a jag convertible to tool around with............

Blog Sl*t

I mention to Bridget that I am going to be making a log book for the letterbox I hope to plant this weekend in Dewey Beach, Delaware. First thing she says, practically before the words are out of my mouth, 'Make sure you take pictures and blog them.' Have we become blog sluts? LOL

More FS pictures

I have titled these next two pictures, 'Wendy and Bridget, In Service to the Pigs':


Andrew doing his part to further the cause of pig happiness:


Bridget with some chickens:

More FS pictures

The goats, which are one of my favorites :-) In the pen where we were allowed, they had pygmy goats, two of which were amputees. That isn't enough, though, to supress the typical goat feistiness. I think we all were head butted at least once. Andrew escaped some serious male specific injury. The brown, sable goat, with an amputated front leg got him really hard on the upper thigh :-)

Farm Sanctuary

First of all, let me just say, it was one of those cold, cold fall days that we get in NY. It shouldn't have been that cold. I mean it wasn't like it was 30 degrees. But it just seem to cut right through us. But we perseveered and had a wonderful day. Judy did us the honors of driving and chaufeured us with panache and care :-)
Bridget and Judy and Wendy and Andrew waiting for the tour to start:

It always seems as though on every one of my visits to FS, there are some animals, that for some reason, we can't see. This time it was my favorites, the cows. I just love going in with them, they are soooooo huge and their noses and tongues are to die for. They were in the upper fields. We also couldn't get near the turkeys because they were just quarantined because some illness was starting to go through the herd. We did see the rabbits, goats, chickens (FS did a huge rescue from a Tyson chicken factory farm in the aftermath of Katrina) and the pigs.

What really struck home for me on this visit, was just how much we, as a society, has manipulated the breeding and the genetics of these animals. We now have farm livestock that if they were allowed to live out a normal life, would be unable to because of what has been done to them in the name of factory farming.

I think the pigs were the overall favorites. Wendy seemed to establish quite a bond with one of them (make sure you have your sound up):



Some Katrina chickens:

Happy Birthday!

The spawn of Satan, Angus MacGyver turns 9 today :-) This blog entry is dedicated to my little maniac. He is a tough little guy that has never met another dog he didn't want to play with and bully in equal amounts. He has never met a person he didn't want to lick and then bite. He has never met a trail that he wasn't game to hike. He has never met a stuffy he didn't want to eviscerate!