It does seem that people tend to become introspective this week and think about what we have and who we have.  It is a time to be thankful.  Of course, it’s good to be thankful throughout the year.  The last year or so has been rough on people and our country. 

So, this is a good time to be thankful for other things in my life.  I do still have my house and my family.  We are all reasonably healthy or have health issues that will be easily overcome with a little time.

While times are tight, we are still able to pay our bills.  We have given up quite a few things, but in the last year have come to realize, we really didn’t need them. 

We still have plenty of food on the table.  But I’ve become a more saavy shopper in order to make that buck stretch as far as possible.  It’s not easy to feed a family a healthy diet when the junk food is so cheap.  But we try.

We may not meet our wants, but we have been able to meet our needs.  That’s just fine with me.

And I won’t forget the animals.  I am thankful for them.  The unconditional acceptance and affection of a pet can make the hardest times bearable.  My animals don’t care how we dress or what we drive.  We give them what they need and they give us what we need.  It’s all good.

So, for today–before the hustle and bustle of Thanksgiving, I’m going to just sit here a moment and look around and be ever so grateful for what I have.

Este fin de semana pasado, una gran mariposa oscura se coló en una de las habitaciones de la casa de Chinchilla, mi madre la descubrió posada sobre una sábana y rápidamente me llamó. Justo al verla supe qué especie era. Yo agarré mi cámara y salí corriendo a toda velocidad, pero cuando volví, no la encontraba. Había venido a posarse en otro lado, en el marco de la ventana, he aquí la prueba:

Macroglossum stellatarum. Foto: Guillermo G-SS (c)

 La tengo en un bote con flores muy olorosas de jacinto. Hay ocasiones en que parece estar muerta, en cambio, en otros momentos la mariposa parece recobrar toda su energía y revolotea a toda velocidad. Yo pensaba que estos animales duraban sólo un año, pero leyendo sobre ellos, he descubierto que los adultos son grandes migradores e incluso, hay ejemplares que hibernan. Mi esfinge debe de ser una de esas.

En primavera puedo observar estos lepidópteros rodear los tallos de las flores de labanda y otras plantas, se asemejan a colobríes con una larga lengua, como podéis observar en la foto, además es muy característico el ruido que hacen al volar, como un mini-helicóptero.

Solamente he visto a lo largo de mi vida tres especies de esfinge, y dos de ellas estaban muertas. Me parece que la más abundante en estas regiones de la Tierra es la de la que hablo en este post. Tengo un ejemplar de Esfinge de la Muerte (Acherontia atropos) de mi bisabuelo, que también amaba la naturaleza, como yo. Esta mariposa está un poco… digamos, fenomenal para ser de los años sesenta. La tenía mi abuelo en su casa y un día me la dio, en bastante mal estado, debe de ser porque una vez se le cayó y un ala se le rompió e intentó pegarla con pegamento extrafuerte, con lo que le corre un chorretón amarillento que curva una de las alas inferiores, y el otro ala está rota, por no decir que carece de antenas. Por esta mariposa, me cuentan mis familiares que mi bisabuelo ganó un concurso de entomología, pero no sé más. Aquí la podéis ver:

Acherontia atropos. FOTO: GG-SS (c)

El año pasado, justo en el mismo lugar en el que apareciera el otro día la Macroglossum, también mi madre encontró una Esfinge de banda plateada (Hippotion celerio), que estaba ya muerta, seca y remuerta. Tuve que humedecerla para conservarla y que no se rompiera al prepararla, porque era un ejemplar bello y ¡había que conservarlo para la eternidad! Ésta también es migradora, y a veces se la encuentra en gran número en el Sur de Europa.

Hippotion celerio. FOTO: GG-SS (c)

Y pretendía comentar solamente la Macroglossum stellatarum, ¡pero he terminado hablando también de las demás esfinges que encuentro en mi vida!

Last week was a great week for making sure that both, in terms of our environment as well young people ,we are preparing for Sheffield’s future.

Recycling – An Award for Sheffield

I was happy to celebrate Sheffielders great passion for recycling.  Sheffield has won a national award for our plastic recycling sites such as the one I visited in Waitrose.  It is really great that Sheffielders are rolling up their sleeves and recycling for the future as well as the Council providing such sites with local private sector businesses to ensure that people can recycle easily.

Eating for Sheffield

I was delighted to attend the Eat Sheffield Restaurant Awards.  No matter what your tastes in food, Sheffield has some great eateries, whether it be a slight snack or a great gourmet meal.  These awards celebrate the restaurants and eateries within Sheffield and I was very happy to present a prize as well as celebrate the wonderful work that the hospitality industry does for our city.

My Place, My Future, My Voice

Listening to Young People at a new development in Lowfields, Sheffield

I was really happy to listen to some young people who are spreading the voice of young people at the centre of the new development in the Lowfields areas of Sheffield.  I listened to their views and was absolutely bowled over by their determination and their vision about what they want.  I will make sure that their vision is listened to and part of the vision for the new My Place development in the area.

Celebrating Young People Leaving Care

I was delighted to be invited to share the success of a number of Sheffield young people who have been in care and now, having left care, have developed fruitful and successful lives.  It was really heart warming to hear the stories of young people who have started work, started families and really making a difference, not only to themselves but also the area of the city they live in.  Absolutely bowled over by the fact that this was hosted and developed by young people who had left care and a real, real credit to the determination and spirit of young people.

Future Jobs

I hosted some Senior Executives over from the Hitachi Group and spend an evening with them to discuss Sheffield’s approach to try to ensure that the Hitachi train development which will be their European Headquarters comes to Sheffield.  They fed back how much they enjoyed the city and I just hope that for Sheffield jobs and the future of hi-tech manufacturing in Sheffield, that we can get Hitachi to locate here.

Dreaming Bigger Dreams

I showcased the positive work that many students do in Sheffield.  Quietly behind the scenes students from the two wonderful Universities we have, day and day out volunteer and raise money for charities and organisations in Sheffield.  I was able to hand over cheques for £117.00 to local charities and listen to the heart-warming stories of how students volunteer and making real differences every day to local people.

Bag a Book

Painting a plant pot as part of Bag a Book Week activities, with children in Sheffield

I was delighted to go down to an event we have in Sheffield to give each young person who has either been adopted, or been fostered, a book token to improve their reading skills.  A number of activities took place including me painting a spotty plant pot as part of showing my creative side.  I was really pleased to join so many young people as well as their carers and adopted parents.

Is it me or do old bus blinds seem to be everywhere? I thinking probably even more so here in Sydney than back home. Simon bought me one a couple of years ago, {another of his amazing Ebay purchases }and I love it, sadly is it the depths of a garage in Suffolk right now. Along with all my other treasures {sigh!} I was reminded how I miss it when I saw these nostalgic screen prints inspired by old destination blinds by PrintDolls.

Here’s my lovely bus blind in it former home in my spare bedroom {before the big move} I love the bus numbers, these I hadn’t seen before until I stumbled across them at my fave Sydney store David Met Nicole. Finally a few from fab Uk-based “one stop Brit shop”, Pedlars, although I think it seems a bit of a shame to cut such beautiful things up? but then I guess everyone can have a little piece of history.

And boy did she!  All boys and all sable in color.  Slightly different variations and some with different white markings, but still, all these little bodies all squirmy and warm.  They looked great yesterday.  Of course, she chose the day I had to be away from the house, but the family was here to watch her and kept in touch as to how things were going.  But at least that is done.  I was beginning to think she was going to be permanently pregnant.  Poor Thing!  She looked like a Butterball turkey lol.

It is getting to be time for puppies to go home too.  One goes home this Friday and at least one goes home next Tuesday, possibly two.

We have the Three Sisters Wrestling Team next to me all seeing who can be top dog LOL.  They play hard and they sleep hard.  Funny little things.  They wear themselves out and then pile on top of each other.  Goofballs….

And then we have Safira, my youngest’s Chihuahua puppy.  She is indignant because she can’t have the run of the house anymore–she gets into too much trouble!  So she is in a puppy pen behind me having a fit at being confined. 

However, the fragrance of fresh morning poo has reached my nose and it’s time to find the culprit and clean it up LOL.

Life is grand….most of the time…..

Tired and hot after shooting 3 outdoor rooms in 39 degree heat I arrived home this evening to find a little parcel from my mum sitting in my mail box. Along with the headphones {so I can finally use my ipod} and the other half to my favourite pair of earrings , was a cute sausage dog postcard,a little union jack heart, some very cute Cath Kidston paperchains and an advent calendar. So despite the heat and that fact it feels like it should be August, I’m finally starting to get my head round the fact Christmas is just round the corner. Thank you mum x

It’s still work in progress but here’s my bedroom before & after that I’ve been promising…

With an empty room, and a small budget I found the cheapest bed; side table and wardrobe Ikea had to offer. By giving the furniture a lick of paint, and breaking my “only white bedlinen” rule I injected a bit of colour to the space…

I found the cutest little letters at Paddington market yesterday, this little “M” came from Mooza Designs. I made the cushions from old silk headscarves {with $10 machine….which is now up and running again!} and I just love this little card that I found while propping in Vivid shop last week. My fave leopard print pashmina {a cheap purchase from Peacocks a few years back but now I wouldn’t be with out her} doubles up as a bed throw, and I’m loving my Coral side table, in fact I’m just loving coral, even my toe nails match!!

Now it’s far from the prettiest wardrobe I’ve ever seen but for $135 / £75 it does the job. {I wonder if I’ll ever stop doing that – converting everything here to pounds in my head!} A lick of paint inside and out had helped but at some point I’m hoping to find a lovely coral fabric to make a curtain for it.

Well there it is, my bargain bedroom. It’s still work in progress but it’s nicer than the hotel room I spent a few weeks in and more comfy than the sofa {that I spent a few nights on while waiting for my Ikea delivery!} The little apartment is slowly starting to feel like home

See the bedroom moodboards here

Since packing up home in the Uk and arriving in Sydney with just a suitcase I’ve learnt some new decorating lessons. Decorating a rented property is sooooo very different from decorating your own place. Without being able to pop my stamp on my pad with a feature wall or by slapping up some wallpaper I’ve had to think again and get a bit more creative with my decorating. Starting from scratch has a bit of a impact on the purse too, it seems so crazy spending big bucks on items that even though i may love, in a years time I’m going to have to get rid of {or spend a fortune shipping home!}.

So armed with a few items from my suitcase as inspiration, $350 (about £190) and a Ikea brochure my bedroom plans began

Ya llega el invierno y nunca hasta ahora me había dado cuenta de lo mal que me sienta. Voy al monte y todo está durmiendo, todos hibernan y sólo algunos animales se encuentran conmigo en el sendero. Normalmente pájaros. No hay mariposas. No hay culebras. No hay cernícalos ni gavilanes, ni ratoneros. Incluso echo de menos esas moscas tan molestas que se posan en tus orejas en verano.

 Debajo de las piedras sorprendo a las criaturas hibernantes, pero no es lo mismo. No hay flores. El soplido del aire no me trae ya olores que me hagan recordar imágenes montaraces, porque el viento es frío y araña, no lleva en su interior el aroma mediterráneo del tomillo. La tierra está húmeda de frialdad mortecina…

Esperando que llegue la primavera… esperando que pase el tiempo lo más rápidamente posible…

Hasta entonces… adiós monte, adiós, volveré a tu seno herbáceo en pocos días, pero no me encontraré allí con la gran lagartija ibérica; ni contigo, culebra de escalera; hasta pronto, buteo ratonero; hasta más ver, graciosos mitos. Adiós, hasta pronto. Es triste la despedida, pero mucho más es el tiempo que no paso en tu espesura, oh, monte del alma.

Y ansiada y esperada primavera, haz que el tiempo pase mucho más rápido.

…for one week! I took this today whilst I was fiddling around with the settings.

Amasijo de patas amarillas. FOTO: GG-SS

En una de las últimas entradas dije algo así como que mis salidas al campo se reducirían, pero es que, con este clima tan veraniego, no he dejado de salir al campo, no tanto como desearía, pero no he dejado el hábito. De regreso a las sierras del monte mediterráneo, escudriñando bajo las piedras, lugares en los que aparecen seres de las más diversas variedades, tamaños, colorido y forma, como el geofilomorfo, diferentes especies de carábidos y arácnidos, me di de bruces esta tarde con un gran escorpión Buthus occitanus. En aquella rambla, cubierta de hierba esmeralda compactada por el frío de las recientes noches otoñales, mi sorpresa fue enorme al ver mis manos levantar aquella piedra y sentir moverse debajo el amasijo de patas amarillas. Un escorpión mucho más grande que el que encontrara en el mes de mayo por aquella sierra. Es probable que, por su tamaño y complexión, sea una hembra que se preparaba para hibernar y que, debido a los días de calor de esta semana pasada habría salido a la intemperie para aprovechar las altas temperaturas y, de paso, cazar algún que otro saltamontes. Sin embargo, aún no había excavado a los estratos inferiores, donde pasaría el invierno cuando yo llegué explorando. Presiento que este arácnido es abundante en la zona. Posee siete escudillos protectores en el dorso, sin contar el prosoma, que es grande y tiene dos ojillos en la parte superior más otros en los bordes anteriores, y una gruesa cola.

Encarado. FOTO: Guillermo García-Saúco

Cuerpazo. FOTO: Guillermo García-Saúco

Sin embargo, en estos días de otoño, se percibe en el monte el hedor de la necesidad. La necesidad de recoger alimento, de excavar galerías para pasar los meses de frío que se avecinan, de emigrar al sur. Muchas aves comienzan sus migraciones hacia climas más cálidos. Como ya hemos visto, los pequeños invertebrados comienzan a buscar cobijo bajo piedras y tocones. Por no hablar de los animales que no vemos, como los micromamíferos. Los topillos dormitan en las galerías excavadas recientemente; los reptiles, como la salamanquesa, se guarecen bajo pedruscos. Por cierto, hoy levanté una piedra y encontré una salamanquesa junto a unos huevos. Me puse muy contento al creer que esos huevos eran del pequeño reptil, y mientras me correteaba la salamanquesa por la mano, observé los huevos con detenimiento y vi que algunos habían comenzado a abrirse y que no eran escamados quienes salían de ellos, sino caracoles del tamaño de una lenteja. Aun así, he cogido varios, pero he dejado la mayoría en el hueco y coloqué la piedra en su sitio, con cuidado de no aplastar nada y dejándola en su posición original.

Bajo otra piedra, he encontrado un túnel de un arácnido, probablemente un Lycósido, y he sacado a su ocupante para verlo mejor. Era muy, muy agresivo, se levantaba sobre las patas y enseñaba los quelíceros, e incluso se los ha clavado al palo con el que la estaba provocando. Mi difunta Lycosa tarentula no era tan agresiva.

En un sendero del bosque, he encontrado un abejorro gigantesco, creo que un Bombus lucorum, que estaba siendo devorado por dípteros, pero los he espantado y he recogido el cadáver para la colección entomológica. Por suerte para mí (y para el difunto bombícido), el insecto estaba completo y no se había comido nadie nada, las moscas que había sobre él sólo estaban curioseando y el muerto aún estaba blando, con lo que me ha resultado fácil montarlo sobre un corcho. Próximamente pondré fotos de la colección entomológica, que recolocaré cuando el frío sea tan cruel que no me deje salir al campo.

Me di cuenta de lo concurrida que estaba la sierra en aquel momento: niños en sus bicicletas, ciclistas, jóvenes haciendo motocross (a quienes, por cierto, odio muchísimo, más que nada por el poco respeto que sienten hacia el campo y la mala educación de la que hacen gala AL NO APARTARSE DEL SENDERO CUANDO UN PEATÓN -un peatón en el monte, sí, no seremos todos iguales ante la madre Natura- CAMINA POR ÉL), corredores… Eso no me gustó. Es una sensación que tengo, no me gusta ver ajenos en plena Naturaleza, a no ser que sean… como yo. Considero que las ciudades son para los **** humanos, y el campo, para los elegidos (xD).

Y… otro fin de semana, yo me vuelvo a la ciudad, pero mi alma se ha quedado errando entre los árboles, donde el canto del agateador se oye más fuerte, donde las liebres y los conejos corretean, donde huele a tomillo… donde sólo existe una verdad y es la verdad de la vida.

Twilight in my place. FOTO: Guillermo García-Saúco

Vezi:50 Cent/Dj Ekin .

Well to be fair it’s a table in the corner of the kitchen, but it’s my new desk space! and I do love a desk space! Despite arriving in Sydney with just a suitcase I managed to sneak a few things in that would help me feel at home, like this fab teatowel from Pintuck and a little something from my vintage union jack collection {to remind me where I come from}

I picked up two of these chairs for $19 each {a tenner to us Brits!} at Junktique, a great second hand store. Infact I also bought a side board, a fab sofa , a armchair and a huge mirror {but more on those later} A trip to Ikea found a frame for my teatowel and the perfect place to display some of my fab letter cards that I snuck into my suitcase from the lovely Cox & Cox

A little lick of paint and my chairs were tranformed…

and the view from my new desk isn’t bad either, it looks out onto the balcony. I’m thinking that I might set up a little desk area out there, how lovely and inspiring it would be to work outdoors this summer…

I am a witness today that putting all trust in God brings about great rewards. There were issues in my life that I warred with daily. Finally, I realized that as long as I was trying to fight this battle myself, it would never end. It would be a constant struggle until my death. Did I really want to live this way?

But it was hard to let go. If I let go, wouldn’t the adversity overtake me? Wouldn’t I be destroyed? How could I so easily remove the ordeal from my mind? Was it possible to move on and not feel the pain?

I lay in my living room floor one day drenching my carpet with tears. I was so overwhelmed. Burdens were heavy on my heart. I couldn’t see a way out. And on top of the tests and trials, I was alone.

So I thought…

Then I felt a familiar move inside of me. A strong presence was stirring within me. I wiped my tears away. My mourning turned to anger. Not anger against who hurt me. Not anger against God. But anger against the place I allowed myself to get to…to dwell in. I am a child of the only living God, Jesus Christ. Lying on the floor in a puddle of tears was no place for me to be. Silently I prayed to God through my tears, and exuberantly the Holy Ghost moved within me and gave me strength to rise up.

That day I let it go…

I let go of the hurt. I let go of the past. I let go of my inhibitions. I was too tired to fight on my own any longer. I had to trust in God to see me through. I was literally on the floor. There was no place else to go but up. The Spirit of God lifted me. I proclaimed with my mouth that I was finished worrying about what I couldn’t change.

I gave God my burdens so I could live my life in peace.

I know that God has plans for me. He has plans to prosper me. When I wake up each morning there’s peace in knowing that no trial will destroy me. When I look back at obstacles that I overcame, I know that I am strong. Sometimes I giggle in the face of adversity, because I know now that it won’t last. Once I have gleaned the knowledge and experience the test brings, God will remove it from me.

And in the process of time I will not lower myself back down to the floor.

Sincerely,

Miss Love In Waiting

Parsley, Capsicum and unknown.

Unknown no longer! It’s an onion flower. Thanks Geoff.

I essentially have no landscape images left, so unless I can dig up some old stuff, it’s going to be this type stuff for the next two weeks. I’m planning a trip to Lake Monger and to the Stirling Ranges (borrowing a dSLR from my photography teacher) around then. After that I have a month in Nepal, so by Christmas time I should have a good supply of photos to last me throughout next year. So for now, enjoy short depth of field!!

Since there’s no waterfalls or anything snazzy like that over my way to photograph, I thought I’d put up a picture of my pond to provide a bit of running water. No fish, no frogs, just water and a pump. I don’t really know why we have one, a bit of an impulse really, one holidays I just decided to dig a hole and get one. I hadn’t really planned the logistics of it very well, and to complicate things there was an old sewerage well underneath were i was digging. when i removed a shovelful of sand and the well cracked I thought the earth was opening up!

Took this shot tonight with my little handheld camera on a gorilla tripod. I experimented with a few lighting techniques like a handheld LED torch and the popping the old shed light on.

After 3 weeks of searching I’ve finally found a place to call home…well for the next few months at least. It’s not quite like home, without friends and family around and owning only a suitcase full of clothes there’s a lot of work to do, but I’ll have fun doing it {and this home has not one but two balconies to enjoy!}

I came aross this great wall sticker today from Danish design gurus Ferm Living, and it’s available both here in Aus and in the UK…

I love a vintage suitcase or trunk and have quite a collection back home. I think it all started with some old cases of my Grandads, and ever since I’ve always kept my eye out for them at carboots. I picked up several before I came away simply to pack a load of my fabrics and bedlinen in to store while I’m here

1 & 2 My trunks from Home 3, from Freudian Slip Vintage 4, from Dennis Dixon Flickr

I love this shot from those resourceful folks over at Bailey’s Home and Garden, doesn’t an old trunk make the perfect coffee table? and I’m loving the vintage crates wall storage. Recyled heaven!

Tres días en mi lugar: mi lugar, naturaleza por todos lados para mí, aunque sea artificial. Ya yendo a mi lugar, en el camino, aparecieron las primeras señales de los fenómenos naturales, como esta foto del rojizo crepúsculo sobre los tejados albaceteños.

El reflejo, aunque lo parezca, no es un lago, sino el capó del coche. (Foto: Guillermo G-SS)

Curiosidad nocturna. (Foto: Guillermo G-SS)

Correteando el arácnido. (Foto: GG-SS)

Reencuentro de hermanos. (Foto: GG-SS)

Al día siguiente por la mañana, planté en un parterre un rosal trepador, que compré en Schlecker, de la variedad “Queen of England”, que puede plantarse en zonas con sombra o con mucho sol y alcanza varios metros de altura. El día anterior, compré en Carrefour un saco de 40L de sustrato universal ecológico para llenar el parterre. En ese parterre, siempre hubo un ciprés que regalaron a mi familia hasta que, por problemas de crecimiento (y personales, créanme) hubo que cortarlo este verano. El proceso de tala del ciprés gigante fue un show. Pero eso no viene al caso. Aquí pongo las fotos del proceso de plantación del rosal: 

Sustrato utilizado.

El rosal con el yute en las raíces.

Preparación del parterre con el sustrato.

Resultado final.

 Después de plantar el rosal, estuve explorando el patio y me di cuenta de que había muchas avispas (papeleras y comunes) muertas. Me acerqué a las macetas de don pedros, donde las bolsitas que guardan las semillas comenzaban a oscurecerse y soltar las pequeñas semillas, que parecen excrementos de insecto palo gigante.

Fin d'étè. (Foto: Guillermo G-SS)

Don pedros con semillas. (Foto: Guillermo G-SS)

 Aquella tarde, decidí ir a dar una vuelta por el monte con la mochila al hombro, y, al llegar a un cortafuegos, pude tomar esta panorámica del pueblo:

Allí perseguí una gran lagartija ibérica (Podarcis hispanica) que había cazado un gusano de color blanco, parecido a una larva de avispa. La lagartija era preciosa, con su cola azul y su cuerpo sinuoso que correteaba entre los riscos de la rambla vacía. Intenté hacerle fotos, pero cada vez que me acercaba lo suficiente como para hacerle una macro, correteaba hasta el borde del siguiente risco. Al final, me escurrí y ella se escondió en una grieta. De todas maneras, éste es un reptil muy abundante en la provincia y he podido ver lagartijas ibéricas incluso en mi instituto. Este verano, conseguí capturar una, nunca había visto una tan de cerca. La alimenté a base de arañas pequeñas y cochinillas de la humedad, a los tres días la solté. Era muy ágil y saltaba y corría a toda velocidad. Existen diversas variedades de este saurio por toda la Península, algunos autores argumentan que se trata de diferentes especies, pero hablando de lagartijas, la clasificación se hace muy difícil a simple vista en el campo, pues dependiendo de la zona geográfica, cada grupo tiene diferentes colores e incluso estos pueden variar a lo largo de su vida.

La lagartija capturada y posteriormente liberada, en verano. (Foto: GG-SS)

Las liebres son mamíferos nerviosísimos, es por esto que no suelen cerrar los ojos al dormir y por ello se echan varias siestas al día pues son, generalmente, nocturnas. Son seres siempre alerta. Al contrario de lo que la gente piensa, los conejos y las liebres no son roedores, sino lagomorfos, aunque antiguamente eran consideradas como tales.

Note: If you do this correctly anyone who enters your place will be able to hear the music.

If this doesn’t work. You probably did something wrong! Don’t believe me? Lets hear it from one of the people who tried this out, shall we?

It’s been awhile.  Time has flown by.  We have puppies coming and going.

Hudson, a Chi puppy out of Honey Bun and Toby, went home yesterday to join an older brother.   His brother, Hampton, will be going home next week to Tennesee.  We still have Hannah and Henderson looking for homes.  They are happy puppies, but are getting to that stage that a nice little ball of wrestling (sometimes very loudly LOL) puppies just makes their day.

We also have Tucker, Montana and Diesel out of Brownie and Toby that will be ready to go soon.  Tucker and Diesel will be staying here in Colorado and Montana is still awaiting his new home.  But I’m sure it will come along soon.  He’s a handsome blue brindle with blue eyes. 

We have a few Schnoodle litters. Cuba’s puppies: Regina, Prince and Royal will all be staying here in Colorado. 

Rose and Bingo had a single pup, Joseph, who will also be staying here in Colorado.

And Amore and Bingo had the last litter of this year that will still be available to go home this year.  Three sisters: Faith, Hope and Charity.  Charity may already have a home waiting for her here in Colorado.  We don’t have them on the site yet, because they are so young, but things are moving rather quickly with the Schnoodles.

We may be having another litter from Lily and Toby–it’s too soon to tell yet, but they have larger RatChi pups–some will be over 10 lbs, but we get some gorgeous colors from them.  Can’t wait to see if those little darlins’ are on their way.

Lots of goins’ on around here.  It always keeps us busy   but that’s our life and we love it.