Swimming with Goslings

Yup...you read the right. We adopted 2 goslings.
I'm amazed at what great pets our newest additions have become
(goslings, goats and a rooster).

Hanz and Franz are wonderfully sweet. 

They follow us, stumbling over each other, throughout the yard.

But, they especially love to swim!

 Typically I'd be like...ewe, gross, swimming with pooping geese! But, I'm learning to see things differently. I'm learning that the conventional way I grew up is not the most enjoyable/beneficial. My world view is changing and challenging me to open my mind. Getting out of the city has given us so much freedom.

Easter 2011

This year's Easter was a low-key event.  Our hearts were grateful that we had eachother, yet still a bit of homesick-i-ness lingered.  I forewent (I'm venturing into the world of imaginary words) the traditional Tofurky (that beast has become an expensive delicacy) and popped a frozen lasagne in the oven instead. 

In the past I've spent entire holidays in the kitchen. But this year I realized that no one cared if everything wasn't homemade.  It's like a new freedom...a new lease on life (kinda).  From now on I'm gonna enjoy the holidays outside of the kitchen and dine on packaged, preservative-ridden "food".  It makes for a more enjoyable day for me.
And seriously, the family would rather have me playing in the pool with them.
I'm finally getting that.

Pet Replacement

Sophia has dreamed of owning a mini donkey. I loved the idea of it. Dave liked the novelty. Here in Texas farm animals are cheap, just begging to be owned.  

We brought Stormy home on a Friday afternoon. We enjoyed his company and Sophia fell in love. The neighbors were in awe (not sure what kind of awe). We enjoyed Stormy until he began trying to violenty kill our animals (chickens and dogs). And the noise! Donkies are not for suburban neighborhoods (please take note). So yes, we Foys fell hard for Stormy the mini. But, he was a real jack-ass (can you blame me).

Mr. Foy returned Stormy to his original owner before the sun rose.

Which brings me to answere another Foy mystery...Speck. The terrier known as Speck was the cutest dog ever to have lived. But he was a monster. Not even his looks could save him. Speck destroyed two, too many Crested Polish hens until we accepted that he could no longer live with respect on our farm. The day we left Utah a new home was procurred for the head-ripping-off, chicken-eating, cutest dog in the world.

You might imagine that Sophia is a tortured soul. However, Sophia is country. Like, she was born to live on a farm in the middle of nowhere (she's that country). That, and her daddy adores her and has found phenominal replacements for both violent, animal killing pets.

Let me introduce you to Molly. We adopted Molly from the Humane Society here in Leander, TX. Molly is a little girl's dream come true pup. Molly sleeps in Sophie's bed at night and is as loyal as loyal can be.

Truth be told...Molly is so ugly she's cute (know what I mean). With a serious, never seen before under bite and a confusing lions mane. She is the opposite os Speck and has provided a wonderful life lesson for the Foy children (ugly/beautiful on the outside

and ugly/beautiful on the inside). Priceless.

And Stormy's replacement:

The best pets on Earth...Dwarf Nigerean goats.

Who knew!