Kimberly J Egan
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Welcome to LoupGarou/Conri Terriers and Not 1040 Farm! I try to write about what I know best: my dogs and my homestead. I'm currently working on a series of articles introducing my readers to some of my animals, as well as to my daily life!
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I'm a Winner!
And So, it Begins . . . It's not pretty, but it gets the job done and helps me focus on a general story path. I'm what they call a "Plantster" in NaNoWriMo-speak. I like to think that I will have everything planned to the n-th degree but will eventually give it all up and fly by the seat of my pants. What can I say? It's the way I roll.
By Kimberly J Eganabout a year ago in Writers
Another Milestone!
Just Five Months! Unbelievably, it took about two years to reach a total of 50 Vocal posts and only another five months to make it to 75! I'm not certain if that means that I'm writing faster or if I have more to write about or if I'm simply less selective about my topics. Regardless, onward and upward. Maybe we can reach a full 100 by my birthday in March.
By Kimberly J Eganabout a year ago in Journal
Fate? Rooster Roo Retribution?
Prescience Last week, I looked at Badger as he sat in his crate. We stared at each other, locking eyes for a few seconds. We were both groggy, as the whole lot of us here were just waking up at 5:15 a.m. But as I looked at him and he looked back, something seemed not quite right. His left eye looked a bit out of sorts, as though it was even more buggy than normal. Now, Badger's nickname is "Mr. Buggy Eyes" for a reason. His eye protrude more than a little, showing a white ring around them much of the time. This feature of his has given more than one "dog person" pause, as they think that he has "whale eyes" and is going to go off the rails at any second. All the same, last week, the left one of those buggy eyes seemed just a little buggier.
By Kimberly J Eganabout a year ago in Petlife
Badger's Bad Afternoon
I recently wrote what I felt was a humorous story about Artoo chasing the cats. I still get a chuckle from the memory of Little Brown batting him on the head every time he jumped up at her while she sat on the ex-pen. Both were having a grand old time, knowing that neither had designs to hurt the other. Anyone who has read that story knows that I would never allow any animal to threaten or harm another one, as long as I could see the potential for damage. That's why Badger is in one of two covered ex-pens during his outside excursions, unless he is on leash or in the training ring. Unlike Artoo, who is allowed free roam of the grounds even when I'm not outside, Badger cannot be trusted.
By Kimberly J Eganabout a year ago in Petlife
A Good Morning!
Someday very soon, I'm going to write an "Introducing" article about Artoo. He's a fun and funny dog, who hasn't had much of a chance to live up to his potential. I promise, Artoo, that day is coming. And, when he gets those much-deserved accolades, I will write all about it! But, until then, let me tell you about his morning.
By Kimberly J Eganabout a year ago in Petlife
The House of Usher
Kasey shivered with the cold, her slippered feet softly marching a path across the tile floor as she paced in front of the propane heater. The puppy she held nestled in tightly against her chest, taking tiny gasping breaths. The puppy was just two weeks old and had been fighting an upper respiratory condition for almost a third of its short life.
By Kimberly J Egan2 years ago in Fiction
Growing Cucuzza
Have you ever tried cucuzza? If you didn't know any better, you might think that someone was asking you if you'd done something terribly naughty. It's amazing to me that so few people seem to know what a cucuzza, never mind that so few people have actually eaten them. I spent my early years in a mixed Italian and Polish neighborhood, back in the 1960s. Most of our nuclear families still had at least one member who immigrated from either Italy or Poland! I remember these long, strange-looking vegetables growing in many gardens, although I never knew (at the time) what they were called.
By Kimberly J Egan2 years ago in Journal
The House of Usher
Kasey stood at ringside, watching the pattern, trying to familiarize her puppy through osmosis. They would be first in the ring when it was time to judge rough collies, so it was important for him to see and hear the sights and sounds that were not possible to replicate in a handling class. The smooth collies were just finishing now. The judge and the steward were both recording the variety winners in their respective books. The dogs that had not placed were already leaving the ring. They took their position at the gate as the last dog passed.
By Kimberly J Egan2 years ago in Fiction
For the Love of an Old Dog
I had a bit of a surreal experience today. I cried over Ozzy Osbourne's dog, Rocky. Rocky was a gorgeous little black and tan Pomeranian who lived for 15 years. Osbourne had posted on X (formerly known as "Twitter") that he had lost his long-time companion. I posted my condolences, saying that I felt sad for the hole now in his life. And then I sat back in my chair and I cried. Even now, tears are welling up.
By Kimberly J Egan2 years ago in Petlife
In Memoriam: Copper
Copper's impact on the household is impossible to describe. My late roommate purchased him years ago, when he was retired from the show ring, with the intention of breeding him to the tricolor female that we owned at the time, UKC Gr. Ch, AKC Ch. La Isla's Wickfair Watersprite (Sprite). It would have been a pairing to remember. Sprite was from West Coast royalty, while Copper was from a longstanding Texas kennel that had previously produced Top Ten winners. Sadly, it was not to be. My roommate died of complications from diabetes shortly after getting Copper and Sprite followed her over the bridge shortly after that. I had no breeding rights to Copper, but he remained in my household for another decade, just being a splendid pet and companion.
By Kimberly J Egan2 years ago in Petlife
Are We Having TRT Puppies? Part Two
August 5, 2024 I love my little Yaddle Skedaddle more than almost any dog I've ever owned. Even with all of her strange and fussy little ways, she's as close to the perfect companion that I could ever want, with an awareness about my physical and mental health that I've seen from only one other dog in my life. From the moment she was bred, I dreamed for a strong and healthy litter of puppies from her.
By Kimberly J Egan2 years ago in Petlife
