Pink Ladies

A few weeks ago my cousin Jeannie and a classmate I had not seen in over 30 years came to visit me and stay in the Pink House. Jeannie had been a PH guest previously, but Leah was a first timer.


Mini Reunion PHS Class of 1981

Leah was as sweet and goofy as I remember her. She was always a girl who marched to her own drum and I was happy to see that she had not changed a bit. We enjoyed catching up and dishing on our old classmates. (Merrilu, were your ears burning?)

I always enjoy the company of my crazy cousin Jeannie. She and I were both “Navy brats” and we share some similar experiences in our childhoods. I took this picture of my guests and I swear I had no idea that there would be chickens coming out of their heads.




They are holding precious prizes from my “count the flamingos” contest. Leah was the winner and she was the recipient of a priceless Beanie Baby named “Pinky”. Jeannie came close and won the coveted flamingo dinner napkins. I know these prizes will be treasured for years to come.

Jeannie brought gifts of wine (always a favorite) and a toy that brought a huge smile to my face. Jim is constantly telling me that if any more flamingos are added to the Pink House he’s leaving me.


Sorry, dude! This one is staying!

I really enjoyed your visit ladies. Come back anytime! (as long as your bring cool gifts)


Members of the “Country” Club

While I call myself a “country” girl, I’m actually a poser. I was raised in South Mississippi near my grandparent’s home and THEY were farmers, but I mostly just reaped the benefits of growing up near these hard-working, industrious folks. Memaw & Papa raised cows and chickens. They farmed watermelon, corn and all manner of vegetables on their land. Back in the day, Papa raised cotton, and my mom never tired of telling me how she and her siblings picked cotton in the boiling summer sun. (Usually she would break out these stories when one of the little Dobbs sisters would whine about folding laundry or making our beds.)


Dig those high waisted jeans! Circa 1982


As a little kid, I remember gathering eggs in Papa’s spooky barn, shucking corn in a circle of cousins, aunts, uncles & grandparents, and I even picked butter beans–ONCE! I managed to avoid that chore for the rest of my natural born life. I say all this to describe my upbringing as a typical child of the 70s despite living in a rural area and being a member of a country community. My days revolved around getting on the school bus in the morning (we were the last stop on a dirt road) spending seven hours in an UN-AIRCONDITIONED school where my mom and all her brothers and sisters had also attended, coming home and having a snack while watching Gilligan’s Island on TV before doing a few measly chores and tackling my homework. Peg & Bill did make their three little hooligans work around the house, but I wouldn’t call it “work” in the real sense.


Daddy trying to get some manual labor outta his eldest slacker.


Mama left a chore list on the dining table every Saturday morning and the first girl up got to pick her jobs. I was always the early riser and quickly picked the easiest tasks before my sleepy-head sisters woke. So in a nutshell, I was a typical pampered kid raised by parents who grew up in the 50s and I count myself very lucky to be from THE LAST GREAT GENERATION IN THE USA! (OK, that last part was over the top, but c’mon guys, you do know what I’m saying?)

So recently, Jim and I were the beneficiaries of an abundant gift from a dear pal. Brenda is a true country girl and she recently loaded us down with fresh milk & butter from her cow Ashey,


32 ears of corn, 4 pounds of okra and 4 huge eggplants. Brenda’s husband Tommy took Jim to the field to reap our bounty so he got to be a country boy for about 30 minutes. When we got home we decided to put up the corn and okra the way my family did when I was growing up. We were clueless of course, but with Brenda’s help and a quick tour of some YouTube videos we were off to the races!


Jim cut and I squished out the rest with the dull edge of a knife. MESSY!

Our labor took several hours, but in the end we had a treasure worth the effort.



My youngest sister, Bob, used to call this “mooshed corn” and the Dobbs girls LOVED  it.  When I was away at college and Mama would ask what I wanted for dinner when I came home for a visit, I would always say mooshed corn, field peas and fried chicken. She always made it for me. Thanks Peg Peg!

After we finished the corn, we tackled the okra. This was MUCH easier and we had four bags completed and in the freezer in no time.


Blanched and ready to bag.

So now at the ripe old age of 53, I’ve finally earned a few points as a country girl and Jim and I are happy to have taken our first few steps into membership in the “Country Club”. Don’t laugh! This was a big step for us and we hope to be doing more of it in the future. So you know who to call if you have an overflow of farm vittles. Bring it!

Long Time, No Post

It’s been over a month since I posted a new entry in the Kittybunnychicken. I have a very good reason for my absence. My mom was staying with me for several weeks healing from a wound in her leg. It had been neglected far too long so I went to Mississippi and kidnapped her for a month to get her well. It wasn’t fun (especially for Peggy) but we did get the wound healed and she returned to her beloved farm on Talowah Road and her little dog Taco. The reunion was magical.

Avert your eyes if you don’t want to see a gross picture of mom’s boo boo.


July 5



July 29th

I do not have a nurturing personality (with people) so it was challenging being “Nurse Deb” for a month. I’m grossed out by blood and pain and it took all my patience to be sweet and gentle. (Anyone who really knows me can attest to this) I am, however very proud that I was able to help her since she did give me life and all. Love you Peg Peg!

But all was not bandages and boo boos here on the Burlingame Ranch. Our sweet little Witness Protection kitty is still with us (two and a half months now). She’s healed from her skin condition and she has put on two whole pounds.


She enjoys getting snuggles and scratches from her humans, but she is still not too crazy about our other cats. This girls needs a home where she can be the only furry resident and one where she lives INSIDE a house. I am registering her with the shelter this week but she will stay with me until she’s adopted. I get to pick her new family and I really hope it will be a Waters neighbor or friend of a neighbor. My mom really fell in love with Dinky and wanted to take her home. Alas, her beagles and wiener dog would not make life too easy for this little kitty.


I weely like Peg Peg

I also had two visitors this week. These ladies used to be Waters peeps and I have missed seeing them around the hood.


Skeeter, stop feeding that kid!


Hudson is completely baffled by the rotary phone in the Pink House

And if this weren’t enough, some more former Waters residents dropped in to say howdy.


OK, Michelle, stop feeding this one too!

Michelle bottle fed the little guy in her arms. Could that really have been three years ago?

And finally, I recently competed in the Best of the Best Montgomery Advertiser 18th annual competition and won best Vacation Rental! This was fun and exciting for me but it really wasn’t much of a competition. There were only three in the running and one of them was a condo in Destin, FL! How did THAT sneak under the radar? Anyway, my Pink House will get a bit more exposure to the local community and that was the whole point of entering. The paper hosted the winners at a little reception with free drinks and snacks so I asked a dear pal to be my date for the evening.


Thanks Susna! Casino lighting is so flattering!

Well, that’s all I have for now. I hope to get back on track and post regularly. Thanks for checking in. Deb

Up a Tree!

That was the situation for this little kitten last week.


Look right in the center of the picture.

A kind neighbor posted this photo on our neighborhood FB page. It wasn’t long before another kind neighbor came to the rescue with a ladder and some canned tuna.


Thanks Whitney

Never underestimate the power of canned tuna in an kitten related emergency.


Quite a few interested neighbors witnessed the rescue.

Alas, no one wanted to take this little guy home so guess what?


Yep. He ended up at the B’game kitten ranch.

No big surprise here. My inn is quite full at the moment. I still have my “witness protection” kitty Dinky under my roof. She’s greatly improved and getting healthier everyday but she’s still not well enough to take to the shelter.


She’s a lot more relaxed in her indoor environment now. A LOT more!

Nevertheless, I couldn’t turn this little baby away so he took up residence in our kitty konvalescent home.


Mandatory Love Therapy-given by Dr. Daddy Jim

The rescue squad named the kitten “Cameron” since he was rescued near the shore of our neighborhood Lake Cameron. When Jim came home from work he correctly diagnosed the sex of the kitten to be female so she was renamed.


Mr. Mulder, meet Miss Cammi

So I have both felines in my office and they are thriving and learning the joys of living indoors with humans. Both are up for adoption and I would love to find a home for them with a friend or neighbor. Contact me if you’re interested in either of these sweet kitties. In the meantime, we will enjoy their company and keep them happy and healthy for a while longer.🙂

Chicken Shift

Scared ya’ didn’t I? I’m so funny I forgot to laugh. So about chickens…When we last left this topic I had borrowed three little chicks from my Dad to take to a Jr. Veterinarian Camp hosted by Montgomery Public Schools. I was just one of the presenters during this two-day program to introduce kids to various animals and the care required to raise them. I actually followed a miniature horse! I had put out a request for someone to wear my chicken suit for the program because it’s too hard for the kids to pay attention to a lecturing chicken (me) and plus, HAVE YOU EVER HAD A HOT FLASH IN JUNE IN ALABAMA IN A CHICKEN SUIT??? I thought not!  A neighbor and friend (Tina) volunteered her niece who had actually served as her school’s mascot in high school.


Thank you Natalie!!!!

She let the kids “pet” her and she took some great photos with them as well.


Have you hugged your chicken today?

She even performed the “chicken dance” although we had to improvise the music.

After the brief lecture on the glories of chickens and how to raise them in a humane environment, the kids filed out into the hall for a session of holding some sweet, fluffy, peeping handfuls of love.


I had to explain about chicken poop and we had the paper towels and hand sanitizer at the ready!

Unfortunately, by the time I took the chicks to the camp one of them did not make the trip. Sometimes babies are born deformed and it became painfully clear that one bird had deformed legs and would never walk.


God bless the little guy.😦

 I kept him fed and hydrated for three days hoping his little legs would straighten out on their own, but when I saw he was not gaining weight, I called Dr. Glasscock to euthanize him for me. He went without a peep and she made sure he died peacefully.


So sorry.


My hero, Dr. G.

But the other two babies grew and played and ate and pooped like champion chickens and I enjoyed having a little chicken farm for a few days. Eventually I took them back to Daddy who marveled that they were twice as big as the rest of their hatchlings. He accused me of giving them steroids, but I just stated the obvious. I am a much better chicken farmer than he is!


Chickens have come home to roost!

Their nest mates were still in the brooder so I put my two in with them. You can see them (far right). They are indeed significantly bigger than their sibs who hatched the same day.


Hey look at the BRUISERS!

The next morning Daddy used his super sophisticated chicken transport system..


A dirty old bucket.

to release all the chicks into the outdoor brooder in the barn, where they had more room to run around and grow.

I marveled at a cute mama bantam hen and her tiny babies! You can barely see them camouflaged in the leaves.


Compare this fully grown mama to Daddy’s truck tire. ITSY BITSY!

So thus ends another chicken adventure at the Burlingame Kitty, Bunny, Chicken Farm, Duck and Turtle sanctuary. I’m always up for new animal adventures so please keep ’em comin’! Hint: I’ve always wanted a pygmy goat so if you see a homeless one, you know where to bring him.


Father’s Day

I want to wish my weird and wonderful Daddy a happy Father’s Day. You taught me lots of “old school” stuff like showing respect for the flag, never littering, saying “sir” & “Ma’am” to anyone at least 10 years older than me, and being kind to animals. Although you were a bad-ass Navy Pilot during the Vietnam War, you never failed to tear up during an especially touching episode of Little House. Don’t worry Dad, your secret is safe with me.


1972 give or take.

And now the hard part. I’m not going to say Happy Father’s Day to Jim today. It’s not a happy day but it is an important day for me to honor the best father a girl could have. From the time Hannah could form a sentence she called Jim “My little Daddy”. She worshipped him and loved him with all her heart. I don’t plan to commemorate this day every year in a memoriam post, but the “firsts” are hard for any parents who have lost a child and I will remember Hannah and her Daddy today with some special memories.


Columbus, MS 1989


The day before he left for Desert Shield, August 1990

I took lots of pictures this day and some video too in case he didn’t come back so she could remember him. He would not let her go all day.

Jim was always teaching Hannah things and he was a patient and kind instructor.


Biloxi MS 1991. Making French bread from Julia Child’s recipe.

There may have been some chest hair in that loaf.🙂


How to do her taxes


How to ski.

I was un-teachable. I went on the toboggan hill instead.😦

And most importantly–how to cook!


Dueling chefs.

 Jim was very proud of her for enlisting in the Air Force


She salutes her Daddy minutes after her swearing in.

And she was able to fly home for his retirement ceremony.


My very pretty patriots.

Although this day is bittersweet for us, we hope Hannah is proud of us for keeping her alive in our hearts and trying each day to find joy and happiness in this wonderful world. Thank you Jim for giving everything you had for Hannah, and for being the kind of man she could count on for her 27 years on Earth. We love you & miss you so much.


Hannah & her little Daddy. December 2014

Animal Updates

If you’ve been wondering how Webster & Winnie are doing at their new home…


Wonder no more.🙂

Thank you Brenda! They are actually smiling for the camera.🙂

And in other duck news, we have a lone Pekin  duck who has managed to survive from Easter toy to full grown duck!


Meet Aflac

When I first saw him I was concerned for his safety, but somehow he has survived to adulthood and has even made friends at The Waters lakes.


Tony serves as the welcoming committee for Mr. & Mrs. Mallard and their new friend Aflac.

I keep cracked corn on my porch for him and my neighbors take portions several times a week to give Aflac a treat. It didn’t take long for two wild mallards to catch on to this trick and now the three can be seen together most of the time.

That’s some mighty good corn!

In kitty news…my little “Witness Protection” Kitty is still living with us, learning that being an INSIDE cat is da Bomb!


Beds ROCK!

She still suffers from a bad skin condition, but Dr. G has her on a regimen that should cure her within a few more weeks. Meantime, she is gaining weight and slooooowly learning to get along with our kitties. Her hard life of fending for herself outdoors conditioned her to be wary of all other animals and to react to them as a threat.


I remember “outside”.😦

I hope to find her a good home when she’s well, but if I can’t I plan to put her on several social media PETFINDER sites. Help me PLEASE! Dinky is sweet and she craves love and affection. She would make someone a wonderful pet and she deserves a good home after all she’s been through.

And guess what! CHICKEN SQUAT!


Baby Rhode Island Reds!

I borrowed some chicks from my dad for a week because I needed babies to take to my yearly chicken presentation at Wilson Elementary School. I could not find any chicks in the nearby area so I received a little box from some girlfriends who came to visit the Pink House recently.


Thanks ladies!

More on these little cuties later, but as you can see, Mulder is already making sure these peeps know who’s boss.


Listen, I’m the big cheese around here, get it?


Daddy, please make them get off my back!

Well maybe not such a big cheese after all.🙂