It's been a great week of cuddly puppies around here. The no-named puppy is getting used to us and we're getting used to him. He has a quiet, skittish little personality.
He loves being in Wilma's crate. It's a safe and secure place.
He sleeps in a smaller crate in our bedroom. This is how I found him the other morning. Awe.
Wilma and Puppy are getting along really well. It's actually been a tough week for my Girly Girl. She had a tumor removed from her leg. It's been an ugly wart for years, but this past week while BF and I were traveling, it nearly doubled in size. So it had to come off. The only bad part is that she should have been under general anaesthesia for this and she couldn't a) because she's a bulldog; and b) because of her heart condition. So we gave Wilma extra hugs and said lots of prayers that she'd come through her otherwise simple procedure with flying colors. When the vet's office called to say she came through really well and was in recovery - it was music to my ears. She came home a little out of it, and Puppy was very happy to see his friend again.
And this is where you can find my two bullies - one on either side of me - sleeping on their bean bags. They're twice the fun. And we're so happy that Wilma is doing well. The new puppy is actually giving her new life.
Here is one of nine Olde English Bulldogge puppies that my friends Matt & Virginia have. These puppies are the 5th generation of their original bulldog. They're so cute. I've been visiting them at least once every single week since they were born the first week of August. During my first visit - they were this small and fit in the palm of my hand.
Puppies are always so cute and cuddly. Look at them. They're about the size of a hamster!
We visited regularly, even though I was adamant that we weren't getting a puppy.
Before we knew it, they weren't little hamsters anymore. They were BIG English Bulldog puppies. They were eight weeks old and they were ready to go to their new homes. They were weighing anywhere from 9-15 lbs. And they had puppy breath.
Who can resist puppy breath?
Puppy and Wilma seem to be getting along just fine. At 10 weeks, puppy is just a little smaller than Wilma. In a few more weeks, he'll be as big as she is. By the end of the year, I'm pretty certain, he'll be twice her size.
So there you have it. We now have two bulldogs. Puppy doesn't have an official name yet. BF and I thought we had one, but Primo- and Segundogenitures both vehemently vetoed our first choice. We're going to officially name him this weekend when we're all in once place at the same time. It's kind of funny that we don't have a name yet, because we selected the name Wilma before we even knew she existed.
I guess that just goes to show you that I wasn't kidding when I said we weren't getting a bulldog puppy. No way. No how.
So did you guess correctly? My swatch from the other day was just enough so I could make Claire's vest from Outlander. I call it The Jacobite.
I'm knitting a medium vest as my test. It's actually a pretty quick and easy knit. But I've been distracted by puppies... so I'm slowing down a bit. Hopefully I'll have more progress to show you over the next week.
My friends Matt and Virginia bred their Old English Bulldog and had nine puppies. I've been spending a great deal of my time these past two months visiting the puppies. It's so wonderful. Puppies are just fun, cuddly and so wonderful. The puppies are starting to go to their new homes this week. I'm quite envious of these new bulldog owners. Their journey of love and doggone affection are just beginning. There's something about bulldogs that is so endearing. You know how much I adore Wilma. I really can't imagine my life without her.
Today I took some friends to visit the bulldog puppies.
What's better than four beautiful ladies on a bright sunny October day holding bulldog puppies?
Susie and Freckles
Kelly and Charlotte ?
Katie and a cuddly puppy. Look how happy he is to be loved!
Joanne and Dotty. It's true puppy love!
Can't you just hear the puppies saying "Pick me! Pick me?"
What would fall in New England be without making a batch of homemade applesauce?
First, I simply wash and quarter the apples - peels, core, seeds, stems and all. I put them in a large pot with about 1/6 of the pot filled with water. I cook/steam the apples until they're soft and perfectly mushy.
The next step is to get out my Foley Food Mill. It is absolutely essential for making the best applesauce ever. I press the cooked apples through the Foley Food Mill about 2-4 cups at a time. Lovely perfect applesauce comes out the bottom of the mill and the stems, cores, seeds and skins remain in the mill. I clean out the mill between each batch. Yes, it's a hand crank, but it isn't really hard. You press a little while you crank, but you can think of it as a mini-upper arm workout.
We picked so many apples that I had enough applesauce to fill three large pots. Some of this will be saved as applesauce, and most of it will be further cooked and seasoned to become my annual batch of apple butter.
But as for the applesauce, I add pure maple syrup to taste and a bit of cinnamon. Add about a 1/2 teaspoon at a time - season to taste. We like to eat the applesauce fresh off the stove while it's still hot. It's sort of like eating a delicious hot apple soup.
But for dinner tonight, I decided to make our family favorite - potato parsnip latkes. Our friend Angel introduced us to this recipe nearly 10 years ago. I've been making it every holiday since then.
When you buy bushels and bushels of apples, the first question that comes to mind is "Now what do I do with this many apples?"
In my house, that's simple. We eat them. We slice them. We dehydrate them. We sauce them. And finally, we turn a large amount into a huge batch of apple butter.
First things first - we dehydrated apples. Teresa and I washed and cut about 25 apples and put them on the dehydrator trays.
My brother-in-law asked my sister - what did you put on these?
Teresa - "Nothing"
BIL - "No they have a kick to them."
Sure enough, I was found out. I'm certain you remember the last thing I made on the dehydrator trays this past week... Needless to say, I only wiped off the trays and didn't take the time to fully wash them. So some of the capsaicin was still on the trays. It was an interesting combination - apples that burn. It was interesting.
In fact, we managed to eat half the batch we made already today. I filled nearly 1 1/2 jars with apple zingers (as I dubbed this version - it's my new creation - not a mistake!). I'm not sure I'll repeat this recipe, but it was very interesting.