Jack is a playful pet and he the best dog you could ask for. He is a Labradoodle and likes to hop. He can hop really high and it’s really funny.
He used to sleep in my parent’s room but now he sleeps in my bed every night. In the morning, I have full responsibility on feeding him, and letting him outside.
Sometimes I try to take him on our walks, but my Mom does not let me walk him in the mornings (because she has her hands full with her coffee). I beg sometimes. It barely works, but its worth it. Normally I have to wait until our afternoon walks.
Jack tears up toys really fast but only likes toys that squeak. He loves to play catch, until he gets tired.
I tried talking Mom into a middle name for Jack, but she didn’t like my ideas and I didn’t like her’s. So he has not middle name.
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Sarah is our cat. Sarah is an 9 year old black cat. Her birthday is July 17th. Normally her eyes are yellowish green. My Dad named her after a snack brand because he likes snacks. Our cat is sweet. Sarah is a loud meower. She hasn’t always been a meower. Almost every morning Sarah comes and meows at my door. MEOW! MEOW! MEOW! It’s annoying, but I love her.
Last week she almost scratched my sister Grace’s eye out but only because Grace ran up behind her and tried to pick her up suddenly. Mom kept telling her to leave Sarah alone all day. She didn’t listen. Her eye is okay now.
I love Greta so much. This week, I noticed that Greta got her first black feather on her back, and got her first black line on her beak. Greta is getting so fluffy and so big. She used to be so tiny if I cupped my hands together, she’d fit in my hands. But now she’s so big she’s is twice as bigger than my hands now.
I used to be scared to her up because I didn’t want to hurt her and my Mom would shout, “JUST PICK HER UP ALEADY!” so loud I swear the neighborhood a couple blocks away could hear her. 😂 I’m not scared of picking her up anymore.
Fun Fact: If you holed her against your stomach and constantly pet her on the neck and chest, she falls fast asleep.
This is the fist day we got them.On my lap is Greta the one that is on my arm is Penny.
Penny is a sweet chick. Penny is a Plymouth Rock chicken. When she was 10 days old she was so fluffy! Penny is mostly yellow. When Penny is older she will be black and white. Right now she has one gray feather on her tail. Her one gray feather is the only gray feather so far.
Penny is so cute! The only spot she is fluffy is her bottom. We used to tell Greta and Penny apart by Penny’s gray spot. We do not know if it is there any more because if it was we wouldn’t be able to see it.
Penny and I at 7 weeks.
Penny likes to eat cranberries. Sometimes, when I am holding her, she jumps on to my arms, then shoulders, then my back. She usually does not peep when I am holding her but every once in a while she does. Since we got the coop, she’s been peeping more than before; probably because she wants to be near the flock.
The flock:
Hazel
Lola
Pennywise
Greta
Elsa
and of course Penny
I love each chick but Penny the most! No chick can replace my Penny!
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Elsa is my hen. She is pretty. She is black and white and has a yellow beak. Mom says she is a Cuckoo Muran chicken. I love her. She kind of has a yellow spot on her neck.
She’s 7 weeks old now and she kind of likes me picking her up, but sometimes she runs from me. When she was little she had poop stuck on her butt and I had to help Mom clean it off. When I pick her up she flaps her wings so I let her go. She runs back to Greta and Penny. Elsa is my chicken, Greta is my brother’s chicken, and Penny is my sister Ella’s. Elsa hates being alone, she goes tweet tweet tweet tweet.
We’re gonna buy new chicks if every single one dies too or we’re going to buy one more black chick so I can have my own chick if anything ever happens to Elsa. I hope nothing does. But don’t worry, all of the chicks are alive. We have a video of the chicks 🐥Did you see it on the video? (Grace is referring to this post.) I’m sure that you can see it on your iPad, or your phone, with your laptop, or your Kindle….anything you want! Just look on a thing and find the video watch it, and then you can see what goes on with our chicks!
Sometimes my Dad puts things on the grass that’s not good for chicks so we can’t let them on the grass and instead take them to the garden. They like to eat worms, our chicks.
I help mommy do things around the house then we can play with the chicks. Sometimes Elsa runs so fast I can’t even grab her sometimes she flaps her wings sometimes she’s very quiet and I do like her cuddling up whenever I want. Sometimes Mom gives us treats for the chicks and we feed them from our hands. It tickles. Sometimes it’s a lot of work but it’s so fun to play with all the chicks.
OK guys, bye!
*Posts dictated with an app by Grace and edited for spelling and punctuation (and a little bit of clarity) by Mom.
Brian: Each morning we check on the chicks to see if they are still alive or not and feed them.
Ella: Brian sometimes does this by himself. Today we all helped.
Checking on and feeding the chicks May 7th, 2020 Camera person- Grace
Ella: As you can see sometimes they try to get out in the mornings–today the Pennywise and Elsa tried really hard to get out… until Brian poured the food!
Brian: Earlier this week, we found a small hole outside the coop and another inside by the food bowl. The food bowl was wiped clean. I helped Mom put chicken netting under the coop to keep animals out.
Grace: We count all the chicks each morning too.
Ella and Grace counting chicks May 7, 2020 Camera person: Grace
Ella: Don’t worry, Greta is alive too!
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