Yard work

I always used to think while growing up that yard work was stupid. Or rather, huge yard projects that drastically alter the yard for to appease the creative tastes of the home owner. Or in this case my parents (whom I love dearly) putting in a walk way in the Dover house. Or wanting to clean up the patch of trees in the front yard in the Farmington house. You know, things like that. That is until I entered into the general realm of home owning.

While I do not own the house I'm currently living in, I have more freedoms to clean up and do as I wish than renters do. For example, I had the ability to pull all the trees out of the side yard, which I spent last? week doing. Might have been the week before, I don't remember.

Upon the realization that I would be starting my blog today, I took pictures of my next big project. It's a rather intensive one that will probably take a few years, but that's ok, I'm planning on living here that long. I suppose I'll need to put up the pictures to better explain what I'm going to do, but those will come in the next few posts.

I'm going to be taking all the large trees out of the back yard and put in a fence, so that I may let the dogs into the back yard without worrying about them running away. But this is a much larger project than it sounds to be. Details to follow.

For those of you who don't know, my two dogs are Max and Kovu (pictures to follow as well). Max is a three-year-old 80-90 pound Anatolian Shepherd, Great Pyrenees mix. He's a beautiful white dog that is more like a bear rug than anything else around the house. Kovu is the typical third generation mutt. He's about 40 pounds, has the brick brown color. He's still a puppy (about 8 months old now), so he's quite the little ball of energy. They've identified Akita as the dominant breed in him. But German Shepherd, Pitt, and Pyrenees have also been identified as well. When I adopted him they said he had a bit of lab in him too. I don't see that so much though. But I'm no dog expert.

I also have two cats, Kiara and Carmel (pictures to follow [and for those who've put Kovu and Kiara together.. yeah, we're Disney fanatics]). Kiara is a pretty princess. She spend her day sleeping or cleaning herself with occasional intermittent sunbathing. She spends more time cleaning herself than anything else though. While she and I used to play around, if a hair fell out of place, she could feel it, and she would stop wrestling with me to fix it. She also seems to think her pretty white paws are always dirty too. Which I'm not entirely sure how that works considering the amount of time she spends cleaning them and how much she detests dirt. Carmel is more dog than cat. He enjoys being roughed up like dogs do, bathes, being picked up, being held, being brushed. He lays on his back and holds his paws like a dog so we'll scratch his tummy. You'd swear he was raised by dogs, he wasn't though, he was found at about 5-6 weeks old when he fell out of the high school ceiling last spring. I heard a statistic though that orange cats behave most like dogs even if they've never had exposure to dogs before. I'm not entirely sure I believe that though as I haven't seen the research, but after seeing him I'm inclined to toss the idea around a bit.

My list of things to do today isn't getting any shorter, so I'm off for a bit.