Saturday encore ~ Some like it hot. We're not in that group.

This encore post is from June 6, 2010.

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Deets is just as dismayed about this heat wave as the rest of us.

Saturday encore ~ Deets is ready for his closeup

Seems like we all enjoyed seeing Deets in last Saturday's encore post,
so here's another one featuring him, from June 2010.

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I finally got Deets to sit for a formal portrait session.

He cooperated for a few minutes and I was able to get a nice profile shot...

and a few closeups.

Good boy, Deets.

Now let's try a few poses. Show me some leg.

Good...ears forward...let's go for pensive.

Now back this way...look right into the camera.

Purrfect.

Saturday encore ~ Who's that sleeping in my bed?

I reached way back into the archives for this encore post. It appeared originally on May 26, 2009. 

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Saturday encore ~ Wynonna beats the heat at the day spa

My modus operandi for selecting a post to republish as a "Saturday Encore" is to look back through the entries from the same timeframe in the previous year and pick a favorite. When the post below turned up (originally published on June 7, 2010), I was reminded of how miserably hot it was last year at this time...and just how much I miss Deets. And his sense of humor.

When Saturday's temperature hit triple digits, Wynonna took matters into her own hands,
tipping over her water bowl to make herself a refreshing puddle.

The rejuvenating and restorative properties of a mud facial are not lost on the porcine process.
She dove in snout first.

She was counting on the mud to smooth her wrinkles and tighten her skin as it dried.

Sorry, toots, it's not workin'.

Deets, on a roll

Post-processing:1. PW's Dim the Lights action at 28% – used layer mask to remove effect from Deets' body; 2. PW's Boost action at 63%; 3. PW's Quick Edge Burn at 20%


Since we're rolling around anyway, I'm implementing a new blog feature today. Whenever you see this hand/mouse icon on a photo, you can roll your mouse between the image and the margin to alternate between the straight-out-of-the-camera and Photoshopped versions. I'll include a brief recipe of my post-processing steps for whomever might be interested. Instead of doing a weekly "Touch-it-up Tuesday" post, those who want a little dose of Photoshop can get it every day. Ok? Ok.

While George lay sleeping

Were you wondering where Deets was while George and Alan were taking their nap yesterday?
Off chasing lizards, of course.

The "Deets and Larry the Lizard Show" over in the corner momentarily roused the boys from their slumber.

Alas, Larry eventually escaped Deets' grasp.
Dejected, Deets decided to come over to see what I was doing.

Or so I thought.

Meanwhile, Alan woke up and went to see a man about a horse,
but George plopped back over to continue his nap.

The instant I pressed the shutter to take the picture above, I did a double-take.
Was my lens that dirty or did I really see what I thought I saw??
Go ahead, scroll back up and take a close look.


Did you see what I saw?


No? Here's a close-up.

Ewwww!

I couldn't bare the thought of George walking around with a dead lizard attached to his belly,
so I gingerly grasped Larry's tail and placed him on the ground.

Larry perked his head right up and announced he was still alive,
though with an obvious puncture wound on his shoulder.

The little rascal started crawling over to George for cover...

...and ran right back under his belly.

Even lizards appreciate the gentle and protective ways of burros...
ok, so maybe he was after a little shade, too.

Deets and Jerry

An itty-bitty mouse showed up at the 7MSN last Friday. In case you missed his introduction, here it is. Since he seems to have taken up permanent residence, I've named him Jerry.

It was Monday evening about 5:00.
The boys had just arrived at the barn for supper, and Jerry was waiting to greet them.

Alan and George marched into their stall, while Deets bellied up to the stock tank.

George didn't seem to mind that there was a guest at his table.

Rancher-woman: Jerry, you're pushing your luck there, little fella.

George left to eat his hay and I decided it was time for Jerry to move along before Deets found him.
I tipped the feed tub on its side, assuming Jerry would take the hint.

He didn't.
Rancher-woman: Uh, Jerry, the dining room is closed now.
Would you care to get your cute little self the heck out of here?

Meanwhile, over at the stock tank, Alan was keeping a close eye on
my confrontation with Jerry, while Deets was in la-la land.

Whoops. I spoke too soon. Deets suddenly realizes there's a party going on
and nobody invited him.

Deets: Well, look who's here! I was wondering when you'd show up again.

Rancher-woman: Deets, you leave Jerry alone. He's not hurting a thing.

Deets: So what's the deal? Are we adopting him? Where's he going to sleep?
Who's going to train him? Do we really need another mouth to feed around here?

Rancher-woman: Deets, look! Over there!

Rancher-woman: Jerry, quick! Run for your life before Deets turns around!

Deets: Joining the herd is a big responsibility, Jerry. There are expectations. You've got to do your part.

Jerry: Expectations? What the f*k? I'm a mouse.
I eat, chew on stuff I'm not supposed to, and scare people.
What else do you want me to do?

Deets: Pose for the camera while doing clever, humorous, and entertaining tricks.
Mom has a blog, you know, and she counts on us for new material every day.

Jerry: I think I need an agent.

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for a chance to win a $100 gift certificate at csn|stores. Go here to play along.

The Adventures of Mighty Mouse

When I dumped George's dinner into his tub on Friday, out jumped a little mouse. Cheeky little varmint, I thought, trying to bum a free meal. I thought no more of it until the next evening, when the same darned thing happened. Presumably the same mouse jumped out of George's tub as I dumped in the feed, then ran off into Wynonna's stall.

The next morning, I was outside with my camera and
wandered over to check the contents of George's feed tub.

Sure enough, there was the silly little mouse. And when I say little, I mean little.

Why he'd want to call a feed tub home made no sense to me when there are 80 bazillion safer places on the ranch, but far be it from me to understand the machinations of a mouse. One thing I was certain of was the blog fodder I could reap at his expense if I had my camera ready at dinnertime.

George patiently waited while I dumped out the mouse.

He wasn't in any particular hurry and sat there looking around for awhile...

...until he made eye contact with Deets.

Mighty Mouse did an about face and ran for the corner, with Deets in a half-hearted pursuit.

Oh dear, I thought. This is gonna get ugly and there goes the blog fodder.

For Deets, sometimes it's more about the play than the prey.

I think he wanted Mighty Mouse to come back out and be friends.

Don't give up, Deets. I'm sure he'll be back tomorrow.