Farm Dog Problems!

Happy birthday month you guys. Happy November the 1st. It's my birthday month. You guys know I've said it a million times. I love my birthday month. It's a cold one and the clock went back last night so we got an extra hour of sleep. I did not sleep an extra hour. It's just not who I am. Trying to fit through this crack. Some leaves. Cold. It's cold huh? Freezing. My last blankets to wash. Sophie wants me to watch this one for Willow, you know, for Honey, even though it has rips. So I might sew it and wash it and see how it goes. Holy cow, it's like winter. It's so like winter. Honey doesn't actually need a blanket. She gets a lot of fur and she does well. She's young. She does really well. But if everybody else is getting a blanket on because it's the bad weather, she wants to be able to put a blanket on her horse. All right, I'll be back for them. I'm just going to wash them and repair them. But welcome to today, the day I should have wore a coat and didn't. I do have my winter boots on, though. So it looks gorgeous out here. It looks sunny. It's 7.30 a.m. Normally, it would be 8.30 a.m., but because of the time change, it's only 7.30. This has been the best gradual, natural fall ever. This is the way fall used to be. It's the way fall normally is. It's a gentle progression from summer into fall and then a gentle progression into winter. That's what this has been. It's been my favorite season so far this year. I'd like to check and see what the temperature inside the barn is though. It's 20 degrees outside. Wait. And 50 degrees inside. No. 30 degrees outside and 50 degrees inside. That is good. That's a 20 degree. I tell you, most of our viewers are from the States. That's why I say in Fahrenheit. That's nice. Like 20 degrees difference. Huge. Oh my gosh. Look at him. He's like, is that a girl next to me? It's Winston. It's not a girl. I know you're confused. He likes you, Winston. He thinks you're pretty. Ha ha ha. Do you have to live with that all night? For me, this is the beginning of the season, the season. The season of giving and of kindness. It's my favorite season ever. So I've already started Christmas shopping. I have a few things. We have a few of like the bigger items that we have to buy. So that's good. This is what my morning grain looks like. Isn't it beautiful? When I was growing up, my parents bought us everything that we asked for for Christmas. Everything that we wanted. All of us. And they had a lot of kids. I grew up in a big family and they always bought us everything that we wanted. In fact, when we became teenagers, like my kids are teenagers, my mom would send us to the mall. This is how how we did it when I was young. Remember, this was a long time ago. She would send us to the mall with money and we would go by ourselves without her. We would take the bus because there was a bus. There was busing and we would find all the things that we loved and that we wanted so we'd pick out all the things that we wanted we'd lay them away and that would mean that you'd give like a certain percentage of the final price to the sales associate and they would put our name on it with like another copy of the receipt put it in the back and then like the next week my mom would go and she would pick up and it would be for all of us teenagers we'd all go and do this and we'd all go together. And she would pay, give them the receipt and she would pay for everything and she would buy all the things that we wanted. And then we would get so many more things besides just clothes. So Christmas morning would last forever. It would be hours. My parents like to just see a big chaotic Christmas. The more chaotic, the better. There would be no organization. You just get on the ground and look under the tree and find your gifts and open them as you got them. The time that it was. We had quite lavish Christmases. They were big Christmases and in the past we've had what feels like a normal Christmas to me but feels like too much to somebody else and we've posted them on this channel and people have, it's hurt people. I've got comments from people saying like it hurts people to see other people enjoy a lot of Um... To enjoy a lavish, a more lavish, I don't even want to say lavish because to me it just feels normal. But anyways, so then we stopped posting Christmases because I didn't want to hurt people. So I just post little tiny snippets of our day and I've toyed with like posting things like what I bought my kids for Christmas and then showing you like each kid by kid and I have showed you some things like what I bought my grandkids and I don't know I just I can't find how I feel about it. I know mentally that You should do what makes you happy and if somebody's feeling bad because you got your kids got more than they did their kids did at christmas that that's work that that person needs to do that that's something that they need to work on and I know that but But. Water. I still have like such a sensitive heart in in like hurting people Plus my kids are bigger now and when they were little they loved to just like Open their presents and be on camera and share with you guys like for them Doing YouTube was a lot about like sharing and they loved it But now that they're bigger it just seems more awkward fake like it doesn't seem like I don't know What 17 year old girl is gonna want to share? I don't know. It just seems awkward like it seems awkward especially when people like when Sophie got her baby horse for her birthday, which was like She had no idea it was even on the radar and she cried and cried and she was 13 years old at that awkward stage where she wouldn't naturally cry on the camera if she didn't have to and she was so emotional over it and we saw so many comments from people saying that she didn't even cry that much. I don't know having other people quantify how grateful you are just doesn't seem natural. It just kind of takes away from the whole Christmas experience but yeah but Shouldn't pay attention to the comments. I know that. I get that. And people need, like, you're going to always have people who are hurting in your comment section. People who are dealing with their own stuff. And I get that. But I still don't know how I feel about sharing Christmas or how we will share Christmas. Because I really want to like I love sharing with you guys. I love sharing so much with you guys. So comment below if you have any ideas of something that kind of meets in the middle where we don't make people feel bad but we're still able to share our happiness. Sam was just telling me about he was watching videos this morning and he saw people have like their door cams and yesterday was Halloween last night was Halloween and he said that This lady came up with her kid, like a grown lady, and I stole, took 40 juice boxes. The guy had all these juice boxes out. This lady took 40 juice boxes. He went running out of the house and said, hey, like chasing her down the road and said like, what the heck are you doing taking all the juice boxes? And she said, well, if you don't want people to take them, don't put them out. No lady that has never worried about having enough. juice boxes to send her kids to school with is ever going to take somebody's juice boxes. Like it's just not going to happen. If you have no lady that's never worried about having enough juice boxes, it's going to take 40 juice boxes. Sam and I both agree. It's probably so she could give them to her kids, put them in their lunch. And it just makes me so sad. And even though Sam was like, well, she shouldn't take that stuff. There's cameras and We should give her that stuff like that's what I think. If she needed it so badly that she felt she needed to take it then she should have it. That's that's how I feel. Probably unpopular opinion but that's how I feel. Is that our cat down there or is that a gray cat? I can't see it. Can you guys see it? It's like hiding. Is it a cat even? It's a cat but it's not our cat. It came through the cornfield. This guy's literally trying to fight me behind the behind the door like he's Literally does this dance every morning and watch. I'll open the door. I know I show it to you every day, but I never quite catch it. Watch. Don't even. He waits until I back up. He's not even going to wait today, but he waits till I get out and then he runs at me. Sophie hates him. She's had trauma with roosters. As mean roosters go, he's not so, so mean. I don't mind him. He's ran at me a few times, but he's never got me. Ellie had a bath. She had a bath. Trying to let her hair grow long. Sit. Ellie. Ellie. Sit. Okay, listen. Sit. Sit. She knows how to sit. She's just excited because we were gone. Yes, we were gone. It's okay. It's okay. I tell this story all the time. Ellie is not the dog that I wanted. I didn't know what Yorkies were like. I wanted a Chihuahua in a Yorkie body. I got caught up in the fact that everybody says Yorkies are the best and I wanted to try it and she's not the dog that I thought I was getting. She is nothing like the dog that I ever would want but I love her more than anything. I love her so much I don't even care that she doesn't do any of the things that I wanted in a dog. And that's what it's about. Even with your kids all these dogs think that they belong to me. Daisy! Um, but it's true. Like you have to give up the idea of what you want in a dog or what you want in a child. And you have to just let them be themselves and you have to learn to love them for who they are. And Ellie taught me that. Oh, you brought me a stick. Whoa. Give me that stick. Give me that stick. Molly, let me have it. All right. All right. There's going to be a fight over it. I bet. Yeah. They all went. Poor Ellie is the last one. Kirby really wants it. Bring me the stick. Here, give it. Give it to me. I'll throw it again. All right, let's see. That's what happens when you have more than one dog. Kirby is a barker apparently. Kirby! I have to tell you, Kirby is exactly the dog that I always dreamed of. Even though I like little dogs, she is so amazing. At night she sits beside me on the couch and she cuddles me and kisses me and snuggles me. All the things, all the things that Ellie doesn't do. All right, here we go. All the big dogs. I don't know where Ellie went. Molly doesn't like to share. Cat thinks it's a dog. Where are you? There you are. Ellie just runs after anybody. She doesn't even know what's going on. Oh, they lost the stick. So today is November the 1st. I'm putting up the Christmas tree. Sam said no. I'm still putting it up because I have energy and I'm excited to put it up and I enjoy the Christmas tree. I don't want to just have a Christmas tree up for a couple of weeks. I want to have it up. I want to enjoy it. So I'm going to put up the Christmas tree today and sorry Sam, it has to happen. I'm also going to throw this blanket in the washer right now.