Trego School was continuing distance learning, we were hearing more about Chronic Wasting Disease, and learning about the many, many things that require a license. Additionally, we had Grizzly tracks- so it’s also that time of year again.
Trego School has adopted something of a wait-and-see approach to determining the date they will resume in-person learning. In any school, the requirement that individuals that have been exposed must quarantine themselves for fourteen days can quickly make in-person learning impossible. Substitute teachers are always difficult to find, and finding one that is able to… Continue reading Trego School Continues Distance Learning
As the start of the hunting season for deer and elk approaches (general, not archery), Chronic Wasting Disease becomes increasingly relevant again. Chronic Wasting Disease is a prion disease, fatal, with no known treatments. While there are no known transmissions to humans, the CDC recommends having elk, deer or moose tested if there’s known to… Continue reading Chronic Wasting Disease
One of the worst shocks of growing up was how much paperwork adulthood requires. Recently, I’ve been learning about licenses. Not fishing licenses, or hunting licenses, which I did know about, but professional and occupational licenses. Some professions are obvious. It’s clear that a doctor, an MD, will need a license to practice medicine. Clear,… Continue reading I need a license for what?
At 6 am, Mike was out collecting firewood from the stack to start the days fire. Kiki, the older, chubby white Pomeranian was out with him. Kiki positioned herself off the back steps and started trying to raise the dead with her bark. With enough firewood in hand, Mike called Kiki to the house. Remarkably,… Continue reading Game Camera Fails
Also, there was some reminiscing about dogs.
Some years ago I was in the process of moving and my father had come by to help me pack. He’d lost Shadow a few months before, and, having spent the year carrying the elderly dog everywhere, kept looking around as if expecting to see him. So, Dad needed a dog. We took a walk,… Continue reading The Dog Gets a Vote- or, the Mother’s Day Present
A couple years ago, my little dog died. Today I can celebrate his 14 years of life. A dog’s life is always too short. Shadow was a baby doll or teddy bear Pom – carefully bred for a short nose, a high forehead, and an all around cute face. Not my choice, but I had… Continue reading Thoughts on a very small dog