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postheadericon The Defense Rests

In the case of The Hubby vs.THE CHICKENS, the defense offers this photographic evidence and then the defense rests:


She states:  “My husband is very supportive of my chicken obsession.  He helps me out and encourages me in growing our endeavor.  But, he tells the guys that he is just indulging his crazy wife.  He says that he puts up with the feathered fiends to appease me and doesn’t have anything to do with any of the birds.  I don’t understand why he doesn’t want anyone to know that he buys them treats. He enjoys being out with them almost as much as I do and has his favorites in the flock.”
He replies:  “Uh, no comment.  I need to go feed my chickens.”
The defense rests..

postheadericon The Hubby Report – Guest Post

Today’s guest post is the hubby report – aka Mr. MoonCat/RedBarn. He wants to share his love of our furry creatures with you all.

The Hubby Report by Mr. Red Barn Blue Skies

The Hubby Report

Today’s post will be authored by The Hubby. He has graciously been coerced into writing some guest posts for the blog in October during Blogtoberfest. Maybe I can get him to consider extending his contribution and keep giving our dear readers a fresh perspective. Without further introduction, The Hubby speaks/writes…

Life In This Crazy House

6:30am, the “children” start to stir.

By 6:45, the sound of the cats’ thundering paws resonate on the hardwood floors as they race up and down the hallway. Time for me to get up and start my day in this crazy place we now call home.


I step just one foot out into the hallway and am instantly greeted by many fuzzy little faces. It kind of reminds me of that “Got Milk” commercial where the elderly lady runs out of milk and it shows the paw reaching up to flip off the lights. Kitty??? See the commercial here


Moving around at this time of day takes a lot of skill and acrobatics. With the small furfaces in front and the two dogs behind me, the trek to the front door begins. You see, if you don’t put the dogs out before feeding the cats, Chandler will sneak in and inhale the cat food.


The fun is still not over. Once the boys are safely outside looking for gophers and toads to protect us from, the long journey to the kitchen begins. Like a cargo ship cuts through the watery wakes, so must I make my way through a sea of fur.


With the cats fed, I can finally have my cup of coffee and relax. But wait! One of the dogs has actually caught a gopher and is now head deep in a hole. Maybe I’ll get my coffee with lunch???


The Hubby Report and Cats at Red Barn Blue Skies