Lost Mule Lodge
… a journey that began with a cabin in the woods
Hi there – it is good to finally meet you. For some reason we have not been introduced yet. When I saw the post about those stupid chickens – I knew it was time for me to take matters into my own paws.
I am Gypsy… Gypsy Dancer when I am in big trouble. Every time anybody does something wrong – they are immediately identified by both names. So mostly I am called Gypsy Dancer. I am 12 weeks old now, but have been living with these empty nesters for a whole month now. I have a brother and sister that live here too. But make no mistake –
I am the biggest.
I am the smartest.
I am the fastest.
I am the strongest.
This is Bella, my step sister, and a tattle tale. She is old, wise and tired… mostly she is tired of me. She never does anything wrong, so I have no idea what her middle name is.
This is Jesse – he is my brother from another mother. I adore him because he plays with me. Here is a picture I found of me winning a wrestling match! I am really putting a move on him, because I am stronger than him.
Our kitchen looks like the Ring of Honor Wrestling commercials on most afternoons. I wrestle with him to prove that I am bigger and stronger than him. I will let you in a little secret, I have a tiny crush on Jesse.
Jesse’s middle name is James. I have heard it a time or two. Mostly when he steals things.
Like the time I found the perfect stick, Jesse stole it from me and put it in the woods. He steals every stick I find. The woods are an absolute MESS now. It is going to take me forever to get all those sticks picked up. I would bet you would find more than my sticks in those woods… I have heard stories about him stealing drills, hammers, tape and even a screwdriver. All in the woods… Just sayin’.
Jesse and I are both Belgian Tervuren Shepherds. We are from a town in Belgium called Tervuren – well actually we have ancestors from Belgium, we were born in the beautiful state of Missouri.
Let’s talk potty training, other K9’s refer to this as “housebreaking”… but remember, I belong to empty nesters and they keep calling it potty training. Whatever you call it – it means I am to potty outdoors… each and every single time with zero exceptions.
Let me make it perfectly clear… It is not my fault that it takes them forever to put on their shoes, gloves, hat and coat and attach my leash – I can only hold it for so long… what do they expect?
I like it here, these empty nesters can be obnoxious sometimes with all their rules and face kisses. I get in a lot of trouble because Bella is always tattling on me. But everyone loves me and I am fed well.
I have to go now, there are so many table legs and chairs that I still need to sink my teeth into – and this blogging thing is hard without opposed thumbs.
I am happy we finally met.
Life is Good!
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