Morty the Dog: Hettie

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Monday, December 2, 2013

Phone photo 3041

Charlie, Dreamer, Hettie, and Buster line crash

They have a combined age of 40

Sunday, December 1, 2013

I have a couple old puffy Victorian-era family photo albums, both tracing back to my Mom's relatives. Some of the photos are tintypes, and I know a few were taken during the Civil War. They are pretty interesting as artifacts, and in many cases I have no idea who the subject is, or otherwise have little information.

The first of the two albums apparently belonged to my great-grandmother, Jennie Melissa Reeves, who married Theodore Jacob Hoss. I'm going to try and spare all of you any lengthy genealogical narratives, but I will supply some brief facts with each photo as we go.

This particular album was handed down to Jennie's oldest child, my grandmother. After she died in 1978 my Mom picked it up as the surviving heirs divided up the estate. It was given to me quite some ago when I was still interested in family history. The advent of Internet sort of spoiled the hunt for me, I must say. At least I got to talk to all those oldtimers in the 1970s and 1980s before their entire generation passed on. My grandparents and their siblings were born mostly in the 1880s or 1890s.

When I hauled this monster into the living room Hettie had to come and check it out.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Phone photo 3023

Charlie got some kind of fight wound on his side which required a cone on his head for two days and nights plus a hideous scar and abcess stent. He was a pretty good sport about it.

His brother Dreamer just sort accepted Charlie's condition with an attitude like, "OK, what have you gotten yourself into now, Brother?" But the classics, Buster and Hettie, regarded Charlie as the Robot Monster and hissed and hid.

I'm happy to report Charlie has healed quickly and life is returning to normal in the House of Morty.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Phone photo 3004

This mole is sure one busy animal. It is now as close to my back door as it can get. The cats enjoy using the molehills as outdoor litterboxes, but if they see a hill moving which indicates a mole is active they just sort of bat at the rising dirt in a quizzical way.

Back in the 1980s and early 1990s I had a cat named Ahab who was a superb mole catcher and would deliver them on the porch.

But, I'm no lawn nut, obviously. Most of it is moss anyway. I say, let nature take its course and truth to tell, this is pretty interesting. In my 19 years on this place, this is the first mole to venture here.