Sunday with the Hounds

Here is some of the wind we're getting from Ike. This was a calm moment. We have mostly pines around here so the wind can be very noisy. Also we have lots of windchimes. Yes, we have a propane tank in the front yard. Yes, at least 10 hounds would be killed if the porch fell. Yes, sigh, we qualify as living rednecks even though my mom is a Yankee (check out Jeff Foxworthy's list of what makes a redneck). Then the wind stopped and the rain started. A nice gentle rain that soaked everything my mom had hanging up to dry. Life as a redneck is tough.

This is also a sad time for my mom. She grew up with Charles Chips--I'm talking 40 bazillion years of chips. She says they are the best chips ever made. They are going out of business. So, today, she opened up this huge can and spread them on the deck for us all to appreciate. Yeah, mom, they are the best chips (or like the only ones we've ever had).

Sasha and I are enjoying the last of the chips.

Natalie is such a kissy face. Who wouldn't love this girl hound?

Here is the baby mama. My mom is calling her Laci. She looks kinda crazy here. But she is a good girl, not too shy, but definitely has a problem with a hand coming from above so my mom only puts her hand underneath her chin.

Here is Miss Daisy, 18 years old. She is going in to the vet's tomorrow because her mouth smells like a sewer (I don't mind I don't understand the problem). It's been 2 years since her last teeth cleaning so we suspect something to do with a tooth. First, my mom will discuss things with the vets because Daisy is so old. She's in awfully good shape though.