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Ms. Ivy decided that sleep was for the weak, kicking off the festivities at **midnight-thirty**. She gave it another sho...
04/23/2025

Ms. Ivy decided that sleep was for the weak, kicking off the festivities at **midnight-thirty**. She gave it another shot at **2:30 AM**, briefly wrestling with her inner cuddle monster—who ultimately won. But by **4:00 AM**, she waved the white flag and officially surrendered to wakefulness.

Enter the ** **, tearing through the house like unlicensed NASCAR drivers, prompting **Reba** to throw on a striped shirt and take up the noble post of **race-track referee**. **Rosie** stood by, ready to jump in if things turned into a full-blown demolition derby.

Breakfast came and went, signaling **business time**—as in, everyone was booted outside to handle their morning transactions. **Daisy**, after extensive doggie-door training, **mastered the fine art of entering**. **Ivy**, on the other hand, preferred the **"personal concierge experience"**, patiently waiting for someone to slide the door open for her.

Once back inside, Ivy **locked in on a bone**, launching into a **full-scale chew fest**… until Daisy waltzed in with a **better offer**—**ball time**. Playtime was promptly upgraded to **mandatory fun**, after which it was **mandatory outdoor adventures**. Normally, **Daisy and Ivy stick to the usual chicken inspections**—sniffing the hens, waiting for them to **dramatically flare up**, then **running away in feigned terror**. But today, **Ms. Ivy said, "NOT ON MY WATCH," and set her sights on Peaches**. **Peaches lived to tell the tale, no chickens were harmed—but Ivy's street cred as an aspiring farm boss skyrocketed.** 😅

Back inside, it was **mandatory recovery mode**, aka **nap time**, until their **chauffeurs arrived**.

And thus concluded another episode of **"Chaos, Fur, and Farm Life: The Ivy & Daisy Chronicles."** 🎬🐾🐔

An Adventure with Daisy and Ivy!After an energetic outdoor romp to drain their endless reserves of chaos, Daisy and Ivy ...
04/22/2025

An Adventure with Daisy and Ivy!

After an energetic outdoor romp to drain their endless reserves of chaos, Daisy and Ivy took up their preferred lounging positions—Daisy embracing her inner couch potato, Ivy committing to her role as a professional sunbather. Meanwhile, I tackled my culinary duties, preparing a masterpiece (or, you know, dinner).

With officially conquered, I sank into the couch, ready for some quality cuddle time. Daisy? Fully on board with the snuggle agenda. Ivy? Firmly stationed in the sun, maximizing her vitamin D intake like a solar-powered diva.

Post-dinner, we embarked on an evening of outdoor leisure, serenaded by the soothing sounds of nature—until the transformed into the neighborhood watch committee, providing highly unnecessary but deeply passionate critiques of every move the neighbors made.

Eventually, we returned inside for some relaxing TV time. Well, at least that was the plan. But as any pet parent knows, bedtime means NOTHING when you live with two four-legged toddlers who suddenly decide it’s playtime. So, we let nature run its course—aka, let them unleash their final bursts of sass—until sleep finally claimed us all.

Ms Daisy Mae and Ms. Ivy Rose are in the house. 's
04/21/2025

Ms Daisy Mae and Ms. Ivy Rose are in the house. 's

Yesterday was Max and Roger's grand finale. Max, always the trendsetter, hit the road first— off to start a new adventur...
04/15/2025

Yesterday was Max and Roger's grand finale. Max, always the trendsetter, hit the road first— off to start a new adventure!

Once Max departed, I gathered the remaining crew for a VIP outdoor session: sunshine, bird chirps, and a healthy dose of vitamin D. Everyone soaked it up like they were auditioning for a sunscreen commercial.

04/14/2025

The house has officially been overrun by gremlins. At this point, I’m not even sure if I’m living here—or if I’m just the background noise in their sitcom!

This is all day, everyday.

Good Morning, America! Rise and bark—I mean, shine! Forget alarm clocks; I have five furry timekeepers who ensure I’m up...
04/13/2025

Good Morning, America! Rise and bark—I mean, shine! Forget alarm clocks; I have five furry timekeepers who ensure I’m up and at ’em with their symphony of woofs.

The morning routine kicks off with me opening the bedroom door, unleashing the chaos squad into the wild (aka my house). While I take care of my own business, they bounce back inside for their Minties toothpaste ritual—because yes, dental hygiene is taken very seriously in this establishment. Meanwhile, I attempt to make coffee amidst a whirlwind of barking, tail-chasing, and general pandemonium until their bowls are finally filled. Breakfast time equals fuel-up time...and fuel equals turbo mode.

Post-breakfast, the battle for house domination begins—dramatic chases, toy heists, and sibling smackdowns are all part of the daily itinerary. Fast-forward to the afternoon: energy levels depleted, naps commence. But just as peace settles in, Hank and Kona join the squad, sparking a whole new level of mayhem. Hank, the Energizer Bunny in disguise, manages to keep up with Max’s unstoppable energy, and what starts as a game of fetch turns into an endurance test for all of us. Two hours later, Hank and Kona head home, leaving Max hesitantly conceding defeat as he flops down in reluctant exhaustion.

This, my friends, is my morning-to-midday chronicles—a tale of chaos, cuddles, and questionable life choices. Who needs a sitcom when you live one?

Welcome to "The Max and Roger Show," where the stars shine bright, but Max shines *brighter.* Roger, bless his heart, tr...
04/13/2025

Welcome to "The Max and Roger Show," where the stars shine bright, but Max shines *brighter.* Roger, bless his heart, tries to keep up, but Max’s energy is like a toddler on an espresso shot—it’s just not happening.

There I was, gracefully sprawled on the office floor, nursing a sore back. Max, ever the supportive co-star, decided to join me, lying down like he was auditioning for “calm dog of the year.” Spoiler alert: the tranquility didn’t last long.

Meanwhile, my husband found these magical meal toppers—basically gourmet sprinkles for “grazers.” They’re great, but I run a tight ship around here with scheduled mealtimes because, let’s be real, if I left food out, the four-legged "Ocean’s Eleven" crew would stage a heist.

Fast forward to after dinner: It’s time for the nightly wind-down routine. TV? Sure, for us humans. For Max? A hard pass. He’s all about that total undivided attention and a serious tug-of-war session. You’ve got your sitcoms; I’ve got a live-action Max comedy special. Tug-of-war is a non-negotiable contract clause for this star performer!

Max. Day 3: The Moose Chronicles. Max is not just a moose 🫎—he’s an *experience*. He has mastered the ancient art of pla...
04/11/2025

Max. Day 3: The Moose Chronicles.

Max is not just a moose 🫎—he’s an *experience*. He has mastered the ancient art of playing “gentle” with Ms. Reba. This groundbreaking discovery will no doubt lead to peace treaties among moose-kind everywhere.

To channel Max’s boundless energy (seriously, where does he store it all?) we ventured outside for mandatory fetch time, aka The Ball Olympics. Max took gold as the star athlete, while Rosie graciously declined participation because facing “Moosezilla” isn't her vibe. Normally, she gets her own ball, but the tragic reality of being one ball down meant Rosie had to settle for sideline commentary.

Post-fetch, we returned inside for mandatory nap time—a sacred ritual in Max’s day. He dove onto his bed like a drama queen and shut down for the world.

After nap nirvana, chores called. Max, of course, demanded undivided attention while I tried to clean the pool. This multi-tasking extravaganza involved me scrubbing away algae while Max provided Moose motivational speeches (aka constant nudges). One exhausting hour later, Max finally “declared himself defeated” and left me in peace.

Inside we went for mandatory break time, and that’s when Roger entered the scene. Cue pure, unfiltered chaos. These two have become inseparable, forming a dynamic duo that’s part comedy act, part tag-team tornado.

Stay tuned for Day 4: The Moose and The Dodger!

Roger is in the house. Total 5.
04/10/2025

Roger is in the house. Total 5.

Max. Day 2. We kicked off the day at the crack of dawn, so the morning vibe was more "horizontal heroics" than action-pa...
04/10/2025

Max. Day 2.

We kicked off the day at the crack of dawn, so the morning vibe was more "horizontal heroics" than action-packed adventure. Translation: we laid around like sloths in pajamas.

Post-nap (because mornings are exhausting, okay?), the afternoon called for some serious productivity. It was time for outdoor heroics—tending to the chickens, sprucing up the backyard, and conquering the pool tasks. Enter Max, my trusty sidekick and resident chaos coordinator.

With Max on duty, the chickens stayed cozily cooped up—because let’s be real, if they wandered out, they’d quickly discover that Max's life mission revolves around chasing anything that moves (or doesn’t). Chickens included. Thankfully, his undivided attention was glued to his true nemesis: the ball. Lucky for the chickens, Max's motto is "balls over birds," sparing them from an Olympic-level chase they couldn’t hope to win.

Max. Day 1. Oh boy, did they play. Max came charging in like a caffeinated squirrel, and Reba—well, Reba was smitten. Sh...
04/09/2025

Max. Day 1.

Oh boy, did they play. Max came charging in like a caffeinated squirrel, and Reba—well, Reba was smitten. She went full “puppy mode,” which, for a senior dog with hips that creak louder than an old wooden floor, is quite the spectacle. But let me tell you, she didn’t hold back. They played. Then played. And when you thought they couldn’t possibly play any more? Yep, they played.

By bedtime, I practically had to carry Reba to her bed like a tiny queen returning from battle. The heated blanket came out like a first aid kit for her overworked joints. She was sprawled out like, “Ah, worth it.”

I love her determination. It’s inspiring, really—a senior lady refusing to go gentle into that good nap. I figure the day she decides to sit one out is the day I’ll start worrying. Until then, it’s Max and Reba: The Play Chronicles, Episode 1. Stay tuned for more!

Max is in the house.
04/08/2025

Max is in the house.

Rover Review. Manfred.
04/07/2025

Rover Review. Manfred.

04/07/2025

Chief. Day 4.

With only two assignments standing between me and my degree—and a Sunday as wide open as the Grand Canyon—I decided it was time to dust off the Wii, update it, and dive into a new game. But Chief, my four-legged boss, had other plans. He declared that the only acceptable "game" for the day was an intense round of fetch. Negotiations failed.

Post-fetch and thoroughly slobber-coated, it was time for "walkies," the universally understood code for "take me out or face my wrath." Once the outdoor mission was accomplished, I finally got my chance to Wii-it-up. I downloaded a shiny new game, conquered one glorious course... and then Chief's parents rolled in to collect their little tornado of energy.

While I felt a pang of sadness as my hopped into the car, the silver lining was clear: uninterrupted gaming until dinner. Chief may be the boss, but even bosses have to clock out eventually. Game on. 🎮🐾

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