Lazy Hound Acres is my retreat, my home.
The things that happen here are my life. I couldn’t make this stuff up!
I am a wife, sister, daughter, furbaby momma, small town girl, long time Braves fan, Arkansas Razorback, Pitt State Gorilla, reader, warm weather lover, barefoot queen, cook, junker, college football fan and blanket junkie.
I often talk in movie quotes or song lyrics or just break out in song. (No, I am not a good singer.)
I like to slide around the house in my socks.
If I get the flour out in the kitchen, it ends up all over the house.
I may have a slight obsession with boots.
Let me introduce you to the Hounds.
The Original Hound, Fred.
Fred was the first furbaby belonging to my husband.
He got him before we met and he was the king of his home and yard.
Until his daddy was deployed and the neighbors were dogsitting.
Fred missed his daddy something terrible and ended up making himself sick.
Bless his heart.
When his daddy returned, he got Fred a sister from the shelter.
Oh sweet Freda.
Freda was an expert escape artist.
Barking Queen at night.
And scared of the camera.
Thus, the crummy pictures of this sweet girl.
Freda embodied everything it means to be a Beagle.
This daddy had quite a pair.
My beautiful, sweet, crazy Zoe.
Zoe was picked up from a cardboard box at a Tulsa QT.
Her momma was a Boxer and her daddy was a German Shepard.
She is a beautiful mix of the two, with a playful, people loving, Boxer personality.
Zoe and I lived together navigating all the crazy things life brought our way.
Zoe is my original furbaby and I don’t know where I would be without her.
She is 14 years old now.
I worry about her, but she still wrestles daily with her much younger sister.
Fred left us in June of 2012.
It was a beautiful summer day and we were lazing around in the pool.
When we got out, Fred was unable to get up.
Quick trip to the emergency vet and we had to say goodbye.
It was the first time I had ever had to witness that.
I was heartbroken.
He never listened to me, his daddy was the only person he had to listen to.
He would walk by and wipe his face on my legs…gross!
He would curl up in the front of the doghouse and growl at the girls so they couldn’t get in with him.
Still, I loved that grumpy old man!
It was that summer that we had to make a few trips to Nashville.
My husband decided that he wanted a new dog not long after his Fred went to Heaven.
He chose to rescue a black and tan coon hound that we found in central Arkansas.
So, we did the paperwork from a hotel in Nashville and on the way home from the trip in July, we picked up this cute little black and tan puppy.
Cute for about 10 minutes in the truck until she peed on my lap.
Then puked on my lap.
Then did it all again.
She finally calmed down enough that she was able to go to sleep.
Thank goodness we were a few hours from home.
She is our baby.
And scared of everything!
Freda and Zoe were excited when Dixie joined their little gang in the backyard.
Except the backyard wasn’t where they stayed.
Their daddy is getting soft and the ladies started being inside much more.
I love my girls hanging out with me.
Freda had never been a dog to play.
She didn’t fetch, chew, run around with the others.
She typically wiggled up next to one of us and got petted…..but she played with Dixie!
I caught a little on video one day.
It made me smile.
That sweet little Freda, who always seemed a little sad and scared, was playing!
One September morning, I woke up and I couldn’t get Freda to get up.
She looked at me, but was unable to move, get up, nothing.
I HAD to go to work that morning.
I held her and made her promises of a cheeseburger after work.
Sadly, for the second time in 3 months, I had to say goodbye to another hound.
Oh, my sweet Freda.
She wasn’t like Fred.
She loved me and I loved her!
I was heartbroken again as I said goodbye and watched her go to sleep for the last time.
Two crazy hounds.