September, Stew and Dog Stories

September is here ~ I’m delighted because it’s one of my favorite months!

I’m leaning in for:

  • A steady stream of sunny days
  • A significant drop in humidity (my hair approves!)
  • Stew simmering in the Crock pot
    • This morning the kitchen smells of savory meat, root vegetables and pepper
      • No fall candle can top that!
  • The start of College Football
  • Windows open, A/C off
  • Sweater weather returns
    • But we may need shorts & a hoodie in the same day!

Tracking Hurricane Dorian and scrolling through other news stories, this caught my attention:

When I was a girl, we ended up with a Pit Bull at our farm ~ one of Dad’s jockeys brought him to Canada from Louisiana, probably illegally.  He was skinny and jumpy, tied up all day in the city.   Brian brought him out in the spring when they broke horses and when he left, Butkus stayed.  Filled out. Bulked up.  He followed Dad everywhere ~ he snorted and  drooled and intimidated everyone who pulled into the farm yard.  But he was a big baby ~ a cuddle bear, he loved to play tug-o-war and lie on his back for belly scratches.   The irony of his ruff & tuff exterior was that it was two “safe” dog breeds – an idiot neighbor’s Labrador & Dalmatian, who got to him.  They fought, he lost; he crawled home where he died in my Dad’s arms.     #therearenobaddogs

Now, I don’t want to end this post with you upset and sad, so I offer you this —

Ha Ha!

  • Any dog stories to share?
  • What do you love about September?
  • Are you craving stew now?

 

 

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13 thoughts on “September, Stew and Dog Stories

  1. So sad about that dog and the neighbor should have been careful if it had a killer dog no matter what the breed. My pet dog in my youth was a terrier mix. Acted like a Jack Russel but I’m sure it wasn’t pure. Got it from a relative’s farm dog. That dog loved everything and everyone. Never got in a dog fight or even chased cats. Lived to be 18.

    • That neighbor always had nasty dogs – he was – and is – irresponsible. Your pet dog in your youth sounds amazing – lived to be 18, wow!!
      -MJ

  2. We inherited our son’s pit bull named Rudy who was a cuddler too but scared the world. It seems so unfair but his reputation preceeded him.

    • aww … and yes .. they can be quite intimidating at first glance. Like the 90lb German Shepherd from next door who just “shows up” in the garage – the first time he did that, Hubbs about fell over. My first interaction was being met by his wolf-sized head at my back door (he was sniffing all the smells from my kitchen). Turns out he’s a big baby and thinks he’s a lap dog .. but you wouldn’t know it to look at him!!

      Bests, MJ

  3. Happy September!

  4. I remember when I was growing up loving September for the weather. Humidity gone, cool air, clear skies with big puffy clouds and apple picking. New clothes for school, and I didn’t mind the routine of school. And after having my son I loved September because it meant getting a break from a demanding kiddo when he went back to school. My good friend and I would celebrate by going out to breakfast after the kids went off. Now, September means being the task master and teacher to my son, so I’m not really looking forward to that. But I still love autumn weather with trees turning and the change of seasons. And I get to celebrate my birthday! Soon it will be soup weather.

  5. That dog’s side-eye judgement is palpable right through the computer.

  6. Love the fall months! Ugh that story makes me teary. My dog was my best friend growing up. She died a few months before my dad did and it was devastating. I still can’t bare to have another dog since her. Too painful for me. But I do love dogs and cats so much. Maybe one day…

    • that dog story still makes me tear up and it’s been so many years since …
      Hubbs can’t bear to have another, either, the depth of the loss of Frankie was too much for him,
      so we enjoy the grand-dogs.
      But I tease him if he goes before me I’m getting a cat and giving it his name (he’s allergic or we’d have one already)

      Picture this:

      ___ is on the couch again, ____ is being a little jerk. ~ Ha, gotta find the humor in there somewheres
      hugs
      MJ

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