My two dogs

It is hard to get a clear picture of Sadie. She blends.

Maisey is waiting at the door for Dad. He is one of her favorite people. She knows he is due home. 

I have been sitting here pulling clumps of hair off Maisey. She dislikes being brushed. Actually she isn't very happy about me pulling it off either. We have had her since she was six weeks old, and of course we think she is too precious for words. She has never liked to be brushed or to have her nails clipped. When Dad is clipping his nails she hides behind me. I guess she thinks I will protect her. This is an illusion. Although I never clip her nails I do brush her, and give her baths. She is very good at baths. When she knows what is going to happen she goes like a man to a hangman's noose and steps into the tub, and looks pitiful even after it is over. Maisey is four and a half years old, and is a Saint Bernard /Samoyed  mix. She has the Saint Bernard color like dad, and the curly tail like mom. She is obsessive about fetch. She would do it continually. My little grandson plays fetch with her until she wears him out then he takes the ball and puts it away. He is six. He learned young to play fetch.
Sadie is our young dog. She is three and a half years old. She is  lab/Newfoundland mix, and looks more like a Lab. She is all personality. She knows how to use those eyes to get what she wants. Of course all she wants is to be loved. That isn't quite true. She is a treat hound. The treats are in a box on the floor. She would never just take a treat, but she stares at the box always hopeful. She likes fetch too. Her and Maisey do relay. Sadie always goes to the back part of the yard while Maisey is up front. I hit the ball with the rachet. Maisey runs, but Sadie is already after the ball, and has it. She goes to Maisey, and Maisey takes it from her mouth, and brings it back to me, and we repeat. There are days when Sadie decides to pester Maisey, and she runs away with the ball. Sadie is a tease. She loves to pester. I think she is Noah's favorite, because she will follow him, and not make him play fetch. He can hang on her, and she loves it. He likes to hold on to her tail. She is okay with it. They are both great dogs, and good companions.

What colors can be seen on the moon?

Hi Everyone, I did some digging around, and didn't come up with a satisfactory answer, but I won't give up. Light appears to be the reason we see color. Light appears to be white, but it isn't. It is red, yellow, orange, blue, violet, and green. Here is something interesting. That shirt that you think is blue is really not blue at all. It is all the colors, but blue. You see blue, because it is not being absorbed by the fabric. It is reflecting it. How cool is that. If you don't have light you don't have color. That is probably why things look black at night. The moon gets some light, but has know atmosphere, so are the colors different on the moon? Is anyone out there more scientific than I am? If so can you give us an answer?

I was wondering if a person would see color on the moon in the same way we do on earth if they should be there. The atmospheres are different, so would that change the appearance of object colors. I think I'll do a little research, and then I'll let you know what I find out.

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I have three cats. They each have their own individual personality. Wispy is the oldest cat. She is seventeen years old. Like most old people she has her little routines of which a good share of her day is spent sleeping, but each morning she does her constitutional around the yard. She has a particular path she walks on. If it is warm she will take her naps in the sun.
Natalie is the talker. She has something to say about everything. She is very opinionated. She is also a bully, and she pushes the other cats around. I had to take her to the vet last year. She got into a fight. When you are old and chubby you probably shouldn't fight. I gave her my opinion on this, and she informed me that I should see the other cat. She had a bite on her shoulder, and had to take antibiotics. Natalie and Dori are sisters, and they are seven years old. Definitely not old for cats. They have no respect for their elders, and they pick on poor Wispy. Natalie is short haired, and Dori and Wispy have longer hair.
Dori has awful hair. In the spring she always looks moth eaten. No matter how hard I try that hair always gets mats, and I cut them out. She looks really awful until summer is in full swing, and then her hair evens out, and she is Okay. She is a sweet cat. She is very loving, but unlike Natalie she is an outdoor cat. They all were, but Wispy got old, and wasn't doing well, so we brought her in. They all go in and out, but Dori not so much.Dori isn't crazy about dogs, and I have two.I love my cats. If they only loved each other, but the yard is their war zone. They can't leave each other alone. If one is sleeping the other will attack, and they fight. Pick, pick, pick. That is what they do.
I've got to get a good picture of Wispy.

Dori

Natalie, yes they are sisters.

It is spring. I love spring. Everything comes to life, and the backyard wars begin. I have many projects that I work at. At this point I have my peas, onions and strawberries planted. The peas and onions are doing great, but the strawberries aren't up yet. The weeds are flourishing too. I know what I will be doing this week end. I am a wanna be gardener. Most of the time I don't know what I am doing. I always thought you dug up the garden, planted the seeds, and up came the plants. Maybe that works in states like Iowa, but I live in Nevada. Nevada is beautiful. I look out on the mountains, and it is inspirational. I look at my garden, and wonder where I went wrong. After several years of trying with minimal success I decided this year to send off a soil sample to have it analyzed, and hopefully they will give me some good advise on fertilizers to use. At this point I wait with bated breathe for the results. I hope it doesn't take to long. I'm anxious to get some more seeds in.

My daughter was hiking a mile from the house , up above the sand pits, and took this picture. It is lovely.