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Okay, sorry for the Puppeh Spam, but for realz, I seriously think I must have the cutest dog ever. Here’s what she looked like after Brittney groomed her at Pet Smart.
I’m sure I’ve spoiled her, but who wouldn’t?!
All right, that’s the last Puppeh Spam post for a while, I swear.
And finally (4th post today! It’s a miracle!), an update on my little sheepdog. Ginger is a little over 6 months now, and her eyes have disappeared forever. Fur grows over her eyes two directions: up from her nose in a fan shape and down from her head. Poor puppeh.
Points for locating her eyes.
Poser.
Sleeping is her fave thing to do. Little lazy sheepdog. Not that you could tell whether her eyes are open.
New weird things about her:
1. She is afraid of wet ground. Won’t go outside during or just after rain! This will HAVE to change before winter…
2. Two baths a week and daily brushings barely keep her fur from matting. srsly.
3. Happiest dog ever. Evinced by her constant happy barking.
My dad grew up in a town called Cooley Springs, known for its peaches (and they are truly delish). The town is mostly gorgeous, gorgeous farmland stretching every direction. My dad still knows everyone who lives there, which is pretty cool.
September is when they make hay bales:
Look how tall they are! I was fascinated by how they made them, transported them and stored them. Imagine the giant farm equipment.
Thirty dollars for a bale. Is that a good price?
This quickie mart has been there forEVER. It was there when I was a wee lass going to see my grandmother.
Here’s my grandmother’s old house (belongs to someone else now). It’s awesome… surrounded by acres and acres of beautiful land on all sides.
Here’s one of my relative’s produce stand. He’s sold his produce there for many years.
See, check out the sign! “McDowell Farms” I love it.
This is the building where my dad went to elementary school. Now it’s a home for migrant workers. (Which is clearly of note but a discussion for some other post, some other time…)
Another shot of the migrant home.
Another pretty church with a cemetery out back.
Land!
Farm equipment!
And finally, because they are so cute, a pic of the goat and pig owned by a guy my family knows there in town:
I went home for a week to visit my family and attend my 20-year high school reunion (aaaaaaaa!). I got to tour the place I grew up, which sounds strange considering I grew up there, but I hadn’t spent much time there for about 20 years, so it felt new to me.
Here’s where my mom grew up, a town called Inman. It’s one street! (Plus lots of beautiful land all around.)
My grandparents on my mother’s side live there, and I got to spend time with them. Here’s me with Mom and my awesome grandmother, who sews and has taught me a lot and sent me home with enough buttons and elastic to last five lifetimes. Love you, Mamaw!
Here’s my grandmother with my grandfather and my uncle. Notice the picture… that’s our ancestor, who was born in 1871. I think he looks exactly like my uncle.
I also toured the town where my Dad grew up. See next post for deets!