To tank or not to tank…that is the question

Hi All,


Holy CRAP it’s Wednesday! How did it get to Wednesday so quickly? Maybe because we have been doing ALL kinds of things here on Serendipity Farm and I haven’t had time to scratch myself and find the time to trundle out a leisurely blog post earlier in the week so you are going to have to put up with a slightly manic wide-eyed narf style of writing for this post as I am typing it out at 3.26am on WEDNESDAY!


This is what it looks like at 3.30am on a Wednesday morning. You can see the first cup of tea full of promise and happiness (that means that the narf is NOT full of promise and happiness quite yet…), that’s my knee afghan over my Tas oak handmade throne that I bought for $2 from a garage sale (SCORE!) and the rest of this set-up is narf central

Well we certainly have been busy, mostly because Stevie-boy who is gainfully employed at the moment was rained out from his gainful employment on Thursday and Friday. When Stevie-boy is rained out and at home he makes hay while the sun is shining and last week the sun was, indeed, shining. On Thursday Stevie-boy pronounced that we were “going to lay the pad and make a stand for that water tank” which meant only one thing…narf…in the tank. I have been dreading “narf in the tank” for a few weeks now. We kept threatening to put narf in the tank as Stevie-boy was blessed with HUGE shoulders that allow him to put on a bit of weight on his snake hips occasionally and no-one would even notice because he has a naturally athletic shape (SWINE!) but the problem with those wide shoulders is that they won’t fit places (or suits) so Stevie-boy going into the tank wasn’t going to happen…that just left Bezial (nope) Earl (NO) or moi…(sigh…)


Isn’t this little bowl gorgeous? I love the soft green and the butter yellow colour and it was given to me by a wonderful friend who “gets” my bowl addiction. Cheers Kaye, I love it! 🙂


Here we have the reason why we Aussies don’t celebrate Christmas with fresh holly 😉 and yes, I did brave a holly tree to get this specimen just for you 🙂

I haven’t got a problem with going inside the tank mentally. No issues with claustrophobia or fear of rolling away (Stevie-boy knows how short his life would be if that happened…) but an exponentially growing fear that where the shoulders will fit (I tried) the rear end of the narf might not. Nuff said about that conundrum the better BUT (literally) I was going to have to face up to whether or not my derrière would glide into the tank hole after my shoulders. I hadn’t tried that bit when I was testing the shoulders.


This is one of our predominate flowers in winter. Our national flower, the wattle.


More wattle and those little circles are pollen floating around. Wattles release a lot of pollen that isn’t good for asthma and hay fever sufferers


I noticed a little spec on the inside of that glass vase and on closer inspection that wattle had a hitchhiker! He is now living on the clematis vine on the deck

Steve has been lamenting the lack of anchor points on our trailer for quite some time now. When we bought it we chose to buy a trailer with a removable cage around it. The cage is excellent as we can transport bales of hay, heaps of “things”, Mexicans, without fear of them falling out (especially important with the Mexicans…they get tetchy if they fall out…) but once the cage is removed there is nothing to tie ropes onto and as anyone who is ANYONE knows, a man just isn’t a man unless he can rope things onto his trailer. Stevie-boy was completely OVER not being able to put the knot that he so patiently and faithfully learned from YouTube whereby you can double hitch (or whatever) your load and just pull it and it releases without snagging (a magic knot apparently…) into practice. He actually forgot how to do his precious knot and had to spend a couple of hours practicing it because his good friend Guy who is able to weld (is there ANYTHING that man can’t do? 😉 ) said that he would weld Steve some side bars on the trailer to tie his ropes to. You would think that Stevie-boy won lotto he was that happy.


Stage 1 of tank central sees Stevie-boy doing most of the hard yards starting with construction of this treated pine sleeper tank stand pad. Note the level, Stevie-boy has come a LONG way since he first started out building structures when he could have been called the bodger king due to his dodgy constructions


As you can see we have had little “helpers” working on the tank stand pad


“I helped, I should get some of that beer!”

Thursday morning at 9am saw Stevie-boy dashing around to Guy’s place after we had walked the dogs with Jan, Peter and Mieka at 7am and he had been champing at the bit from 8.30 onwards to get going. Guy ended up welding the side bars separately to the trailer so that Stevie-boy could come back home with the trailer as he had an idea…the idea was that he would head into the city, he would pick up treated pine sleepers from our New Bunnings store that is Stevie-boy HEAVEN (and any other man within cooee of Launceston) and anything else that he needed to start the tank stand ball rolling. That meant that narf WAS going to learn whether her nether regions would fit or not (eek!).


Earl “helping” Stevie-boy to put his socks on…

He also decided that while he was in the city with the trailer he may as well do the fortnightly shopping. When he got back from all of that it was just on 2pm and he then headed around and got the side bars welded on the side of the trailer and at 3pm he was back putting the base of the tank stand together. When Stevie-boy gets started…good luck stopping him! He had the base all finished and had teed up to meet up with Guy the next morning to head off and pick up some crusher dust the next day. I had a date with destiny…


Stevie-boy and I attempting to shift the tap ensemble without luck. It ended up needing to be cut with a hacksaw and removed leaving a big hole that needed filling

Friday saw us up at 6.30 again. Off to walk the dogs (this time on our own) and again Stevie-boy was pacing prior to 9am when he would dash off and meet Guy to get his load of crusher dust. He ended up needing 3 loads of crusher dust in total and after wheelbarrowing it into the rear enclosure (SO glad we were clever enough to build gates locking off the front of the deck from the rear of the house so that we could shut the dogs in the front portion of the house) and all of us tamping it down (extra help from Earl who “damped” it down as well…sigh…) and it was ready for our tank to be hauled into place. Steve was very glad that he had been rained out of work because the tank stand pad took a LOT longer than he thought that it would and if he only had a weekend to do it he would have been racing just to get the pad laid let alone move the tank. He ended up having to race off to the city again at 3pm with the dogs and I in tow (protesting all the way) in order to get himself a pressure sprayer from Bunnings to clean our roof off. We had been checking them out since last Christmas and as he has been earning a bit of extra money who was I to say “no”?  And by the end of the day we had “Ernie the Gerni”, I had some (bribery) new wool, the dogs got a walk around the New Bunnings HUGE car park and the tank stand was completed and Earl had claimed it as his own (several times…sigh…)


“I could have SWORN that there was grass here yesterday…



If you click this image to enlarge it you will see EXACTLY what Earl is doing in this image…apparently that means this tank stand pad belongs (officially) to Earl

Saturday was the big day. The day that narf7 had to squeeze into the tank. Steve attempted to remove the tap using a couple of large adjustable wrenches that he had and realised that it just wasn’t going to budge…sigh…so he cut it off with a hacksaw and we headed inside to price up a new one…after having a mild heart attack regarding the price from Tank World (for the tap and it’s surrounds it cost MORE than our new pressure sprayer!) Stevie-boy was getting a bit disconsolate. He had checked out Bunnings online and they didn’t appear to have the parts that he wanted but I pressed him into phoning them up and voila…they had them and not only did they have them, they were a full third of the price that Tank World was charging! We could also buy PVC taps and housings which made it even cheaper where Tank World doesn’t bother to sell them (not enough profit in them OBVIOUSLY! Mutter…mutter!)


It’s such a HARD life to be a dog living on Serendipity Farm when you are confined to quarters (in a sunbeam)


Even harder if your name is Earl and that little beak wants to be stuck into everything that is going on out the back door…

We had also been looking at a “first flush diverter” idea in order to keep the water going into the tank as clean as possible. We are going to buy a pair of filters for the tank to set inline and filter the water for our tank …

And after researching it we found a first flush diverter kit with everything that we would need in it from our old mate Bunnings again! The self-same kit cost (you guessed it folks) 3 times as much from Tank World…and people wonder why small businesses aren’t supported? Guess who headed into the city for the third day in a row! While Stevie-boy was out he casually dropped a hint that he wouldn’t have time to shovel the load of horse manure that had been dumped in the side driveway so would I be so kind as to do it…”why CERTAINLY Stevie-boy, the least I could do…” only thing is that the horse manure was a BIG load…it was very wet in both dampness and newness and it had inconveniently been dumped on top of a load of blue-metal…Stevie-boy forgot to mention the blue-metal…sigh…there was a tarp in between the dung and the blue-metal but Saturday morning saw narf7 move both piles and develop some new shoulders of her own. Maybe they wouldn’t fit in the tank and I wouldn’t have to suffer the shame of my derrière getting stuck?!


The first flush diverter kit, a wise investment if you are going to drink the rainwater you harvest.

Stevie-boy got back laden with PVC parts, waving long lengths of pipe around like a science fiction robot octopus and happy and excited about the rapidly approaching tank rolling event. But first we had to take down part of the fence surrounding the house…we had to put the fence up so that our dogs couldn’t free range around the neighbourhood. I can’t even think about that possibility without setting off a little twitch in my temples…it’s going now at 4.04am even though Earl is upside down snoring next to Stevie-boy as I type so needless to say we NEED to make sure that we maintain a perimeter fence for the sake of the neighbours and our sanity. The dogs were confined to the front deck and Bezial voiced his disapproval of being shackled to his oppressor by whining the whole time. Earl was MOST interested in the proceedings, especially when the fence came down. He was a bit like the Germans when East was able to meld with West when the wall came down and the last thing that we needed was Earl, melding with the “Rest”!


“Cheers for rolling the tank stand up against a bank right next to a gutter full of blackberries Stevie-boy…” it certainly took my mind off my rear end and put it firmly back on my poor fingers!


“IT FIT”!!! 🙂

I couldn’t put it off any more…after rolling the tank down the side driveway and into place it was time for narf to get into the tank…sigh…Stevie-boy was there to assist (in between what sounded suspiciously like snickering…) in case of a stuck butt but my front end slithered in and my rear end slithered in right after it! I was IN! Once inside, aside from it being uncomfortable, I was able to hold the new tap assembly whilst Stevie-boy screwed it into place. Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy! Once that was done I had to get out of the tank which was equally as easy. Steve considered leaving me in the tank…the words “It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again…”had been postulated but were very short lived once I informed Stevie-boy about the consequences of his actions. You have to remind husbands of the consequences of their actions when they get a bit sassy…


The view from inside my little tanky submarine complete with a porthole


This is the whole reason why I had to go into the tank in the first place and this is the new PVC tap fixture in place held by narf (inside) and tightened up by Stevie-boy (outside) hows THAT for cooperation? 😉




Hanibal Stevie-boy “Yeah I DO want to come out actually sunshine!” 😉

Narf was out, and now we had to tip the 10 000 litre tank upright…just the 2 of us…without it hitting the ground hard and possibly splitting…O…K… so we used our ability to problem solve (thank GOODNESS we both have it!) and laid out some planks leading up to the tank stand and slowly lowered the tank down onto the planks. It took us about 15 minutes of Stevie-boy and his huge shoulders pulling a rope that we had placed around the sides of the tank and narfy-girl and her determined pushing to shove the tank up the planks and into place. Then we had to rotate the tank in place to get the tap to the front which involved more problem solving, counting on our fingers (and in my case, toes…), doing simple and complex maths (I will let you work out who did that 😉 ) and a degree of physics and most importantly good luck and voila…the tank was in place!


Yes, the tank is pretty filthy but it HAS been languishing out in the weather since we bought it months ago. “I spy with my little eye…”


On the way out relying on the logic that physics is science and thus COMPLETELY logical and what slipped in, MUST slip out a MUCH happier narf7 😉

By this stage it was 4pm and Stevie-boy was keen to test out his new pressure sprayer (Ernie) on the roof. Earl came out to see what all the noise was about, got profoundly wet and hightailed it out of there quick smart! The roof was cleaned off and the PVC piping and first flush diverter were installed and now we just needed some rain…”some rain please!” We did get some on Monday when we had to tweak the first flush diverter as it was pouring water out of the bottom which isn’t what it is supposed to do (sigh) and the PVC pipe that we had installed with the kit was MUCH too long and diverted too much water. We sorted it all out and now it is working well and we have water going into our tank! Next to order the filters and narf and Stevie-boy SHALL go to the rainwater ball!


And here you can see the tank in place. That rope on the floor was used to twist the tank (along with Stevie-boy shoulder power and narf7 shoving power) and that bit of PVC sticking down is the first flush diverter (prior to us customising it).


Steve on the water tank on his way up to clean the roof with Ernie the Gerni

Now all I need is some decent solar panels to heat our hot water in summer and one of these…

And narf7 will be a completely happy little vegemite 🙂 So that’s what we have been up to this week. I had promised Ms Pauline of The Contented Crafter that this post would have something to do with her this week but we couldn’t pull it off. Next week, our post will be an homage to Ms Pauline. Make sure to put the date into your blog reading calendar because it involves both Stevie-boy and myself having a bit of fun and should be worth a chortle or two. See you then (are you curious? GOOD!) 😉

41 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. The Snail of Happiness
    Jun 25, 2014 @ 17:53:50

    So relieved that you escaped the tank… now that’s a job I could not have done!


  2. thecontentedcrafter
    Jun 25, 2014 @ 19:25:20

    I was pleased to read that last paragraph, ‘cos all the way through I was wondering what had I to do with the intricacies of erecting your rain water tank …… unless you were about to fly me over to paint a mural on the thing I was completely discombobulated!

    I had no idea the opening was that small – the fit that tight! Just as well you hadn’t been on a mid winter feast or there would have been no getting you back out! Was there a rescue plan had you suddenly developed water retention whilst in there? I suppose Earl could have peed into the opening and greased it up for you to pop out like a cork …….

    I am full of admiration for the two of you – your problem solving, cooperation, sheer determination, shopping prowess – and of course Stevieboys uber wide shoulders!
    Hoorah for Bunnings too – also our favourite shopping mecca these days 🙂

    I am thrilled to announce that today I managed two hours in my studio and your organiser is beginning to look quite respectable. Puppy was a very good boy and only ate two dish cloths, the timer off my zen-chi machine and the corner of the paper storage unit whilst I concentrated. At this rate it will be in the mail next week 🙂

    I do hope it simply pours down in Tasmania for the next couple of weeks, filling your tank with clear, cool water [keep a-moving Sam, don’t you listen to him Sam, He’s a devil not a man and he spreads the burning sand with water – Cool, clear, water …]
    Did you sing along? Or am I the only person [besides Miranda] who bursts into song at inappropriate moments? As I was saying, I hope it rains lots and your tank fills up quickly. I hope all the bugs are ironed out and that it all works exactly as it is supposed to. Fabulously 🙂

    I shall look forward to your next post and keep my fingers crossed that your idea of ‘fun’ isn’t to mercilessly mock me and my lack of prowess at being a puppy mumma!


    • narf77
      Jun 26, 2014 @ 04:16:15

      I was a bit lonely inside that tank and figured that you might like to join me ;). I HAD been on a mid winter feast! I have put on almost 10kg in a few months lately as I have been twitching about getting back out into the garden to do some serious work but need Stevie-boy here before I can do most of what I have planned. I don’t do “wait” well and have drifted towards my old mate comfort eating in order to de-stress…in the process of losing the weight again AND learning to deal with stress without having to rely on food. A bit hard as I have been using food for comfort for my whole life. Probably my worst habit :(. “The lotion on the skin” was probably all Stevie-boy could think of to get me out of the water tank should I have suddenly hit “bloat phase” but he soon forgot about that clever little bit of information as I popped out of that hole like a cork!

      Bunnings are the BOMB. Without Bunnings we would have had to hock the son-and-heir again to get what we needed but thanks be to Bunnings, we don’t have to (he is breathing a HUGE sigh of relief 😉 ). I think living on the bones of your derriere teaches you the most valuable life lessons if you are willing to listen to them. You CAN be happy, productive, intelligent human beings without money, you just have to be savvy and willing to learn new things (all the time). Keeps you young in the mind and at heart and after all, they are the places where you would want to be young on a permanent basis 🙂

      I may have to award Siddy some kind of special badge for his tenacity. Earl is impressed. He said to tell you that he is still trying to work out how to type without opposable thumbs but when he does, he will get in touch with Siddy and teach him EVERYTHING that he knows…”that young pup has potential”…(you had best hope that Earl NEVER finds that free program/site online where you talk and it translates what you are saying into typing…)

      It is raining nicely on the tin roof as I type here at 4.08. It is BLISSFUL! I once loved the sound of rain on the roof for it’s own beauty but now it’s all money (water) in the bank for narfs happiness :). We just need to get those filters now and Bob is my proverbial ex-husband!

      “water, water, water…” singing along however I am not all that good at falsetto or singing under my breath so I might have to load it up in YouTube later on and belt out a chorus or two ;). I hope “All the bugs” can’t get into the tank! I remember drinking rainwater when I was a kid. I lived on 100 acres out in the sticks till I was 10 and the only water we had on the property came from 3 ginormous galvanised iron rainwater tanks that were rusted out, leaked and had NO form of capping on them so any and everything could get into them. We regularly had “events” whereby you would turn on the tap and nothing would come out. We soon learned NOT to put our glasses under the tap when this happened and to wait for whatever it was (usually deceased amphibian portions in some kind of slimy decompositional form) to slither out of the tap and head down the sink hole…life was “interesting” when I was a child. Most probably made me what I am today (don’t ask 😉 ).

      I sing like CRAZY. You should hear me singing Bohemian Rhapsody…it’s my party piece ;). Oh YE OF LITTLE FAITH Ms Pauline…Stevie-boy and I have something special to delight you and make you smile (I hope…or you might just step slowly backwards and when you are safely out of reach RUN LIKE HELL! Remains to be seen 😉 ). Hugs to all of you and a special snuggle for Mr Orlando the beautiful. Siddy needs to get himself a Facebook page. Earl is champing at the bit to teach him. He sees him as his own personal “Young Padawan” 😉


      • thecontentedcrafter
        Jun 26, 2014 @ 05:32:44

        It never ceases to amaze me how quickly weight goes on and how very slowly it comes off! I have discovered the delights of potatoes mashed with milk kefir, spring onions and a shake or two of cayenne pepper. Most decidedly wid-wintery comfort food as my increasing chins will attest 🙂

        I cannot sing along with you to Bohemian Rhapsody as it has to be one of the most unsing-alongable songs ever recorded……. However I do admire anyone who can keep up with it – one of my daughters is quite good 🙂

        I agree on the living frugally and creatively bit – though there are times when it is less fun and then I have to sit myself down and have a stern chat with myself about life choices and priorities. I usually listen 🙂

        To be honest, I’m a bit worried about Earl mentoring young Siddy – there’s a lot of terrier in this boy and you know what they say about terriers……… given that stubbornness and Earls – er…. take on life – er ….. philosophies [if it’s there pee on it – if it’s there it’s mine etc] I would see little hope of extricating any kind of sweet little urban dwelling doggie.. There is also the possibility that Earl may be too late to the party as one Orlando King is increasingly exerting some control over the situation – just ten minutes ago I saw a swipe made in Siddy’s general direction by a table dwelling, baggie carrying lion! There is a lot of doggie teasing going on and it is pretty obvious who has the upper hand as the cat just looks cool, calm and collected while the pup becomes a whirling dervish of unfulfilled new friend playing with me, play with me, let me at you, desire!!

        There’s an awful lot of bounding and whining that goes on!

  3. Florida
    Jun 25, 2014 @ 19:43:55

    Fran and Steve, I am completely done in! Exhausted! I can’t do another weekend like you just had! Enough already!
    It seems like only last month when I had the energy to do as much! Not any more!
    Keep up the good work darlings, the post always make me laugh.
    Tell Steve and Guy I have a pair of French doors to be fitted when they have a bit of clear air in front of them. Xxx


    • narf77
      Jun 26, 2014 @ 04:20:21

      I will tell them both Ms Florida. Stevie-boy is learning ALL kinds of things and is getting quite good at most of them now. Soon to be Stevie-boy of all trades methinks ;). Hanging French doors will be another great skill to add to his belt and when we win the lottery I am going to get him to replace most of the front of the house with those huge, most gorgeous wooden sliding door thing-a-ma-jiggies gorgeousness :). I was done in after our weekend but Stevie-boy is just getting started. I have NO idea where he gets all of his energy from but I have a strong suspicion that he was ADHD as a kid and decided that he quite liked it and has been practicing for a while ;). I am glad I make someone laugh. It’s always…ALWAYS better if you can have a bit of a laugh in the midst of all of the torture ;). By the way…if by some STRANGE coincidence, when Stevie-boy and Guy come to hang your French doors, you suddenly discover that your chook population has exploded…it is by COMPLETE coincidence and NOTHING to do with us OK? 😉


  4. brymnsons
    Jun 25, 2014 @ 23:30:54

    Well done! Tank in place, Fran out of the tank, dogs still contained and Stevie boy has a new toy 🙂 Now you just gotta let it rain, rain, rain x


    • narf77
      Jun 26, 2014 @ 04:23:30

      And KEEP raining :). Stevie-boy LOVES his new toy by the way. Early boy…not so much. Too much water comes spraying out at too much pressure. Not even any fun to grab the end of (especially when it is up on the roof 😉 ). I think Earl met his watery match ;). HUGS from frigid Sidmouth to you over there in even more frigid Norseman. Hope everything is going well. Can’t wait to hear about your China trip SO excited (and jealous) for you 🙂


  5. christiglover
    Jun 26, 2014 @ 10:39:39

    Oh, the trips to the store and the minor and major crises and the four-letter words in moments of despair and then…at last…the tank is IN! Congratulations, and a well-done job.

    We have our Eccotemp in now, too – propane tankless hot water heater, after much shopping at Home Depot for “shark bites” (does Stevie-boy know what they are??) and pipes and various fittings. The generator wasn’t strong enough to run the drill or whatever, and then it was, and then it died altogether and we bought a new one. Our catchment tank is smaller than yours, and at this point we don’t have the filter for drinking the catchment water, but Tom has one and says it works great. We’ll probably get one, too.

    May it pour rain in Sidmouth for days and days! Hugs and Aloha. xxoo


    • narf77
      Jun 26, 2014 @ 13:27:03

      NO idea what a sharkbite is (aside from the obvious 😉 ) Stevie-boy wants us to get a generator but we don’t technically need one at the moment. You get a lot more rain than we do in your summer. Our rainfall can be counted on one hand over a 5 month period so this is to shore up our water supply for the hotter, drier months. The filter that we are getting is from the U.S. and is supposed to be really good. I understand the benefits of filtering your water as my niece contracted giardia from a water tank on a farm where she was living when she was young. NOT nice so we have learned a second hand lesson from that situation. It rained a bit this morning and no more (so far) so fingers crossed it rains all weekend 🙂 Good to hear that you guys have hot water now and that everything is starting to come together. At least once it is “comfortable” for you, you will really feel like it is your place as you have brought it back into the 21st century 😉


  6. foodnstuff
    Jun 26, 2014 @ 12:08:34

    Well done!! I was going to suggest bum first and that’s what you did. Glad you have a Bunnings. I couldn’t live without mine.


    • narf77
      Jun 26, 2014 @ 13:28:51

      Neither could we Bev, SO much cheaper than the competition and when every dollar counts, you need to be clever and head STRAIGHT to Bunnings ;). Just planted out my Jerusalem artichokes so hopefully they grow when conditions are right for them. I thought it would be better for them to run amok in a small part of the enclosed garden than not get planted out at all (which was starting to look a bit like the case here). Planted out a purple sweet potato as well. NO idea if it will grow but at least it’s out there as an experiment 😉


  7. quarteracrelifestyle
    Jun 27, 2014 @ 04:32:48

    A job well done 🙂 You will be rapt to finally get that tank up and going. You are a braver girl than me, I too would’ve worried about my backside getting stuck and would’ve imagined all the worst possible case scenarios involving firemen, the jaws of life and newspaper articles 🙂

    We have a Bunnings here too, absolutely the place to go!


    • narf77
      Jun 27, 2014 @ 05:32:22

      I was imagining all of those scenarios and MORE (I have a VERY good imagination 😉 ). So glad it’s finally in place. Steve realised that he forgot to click the bit that stops the ball in the first flush diverter (the ball stops off the water like a stop-cock) into place and we found the ball in the strainer on top of the tank ;). Methinks we have a learning curve ahead of us ;). Bunnings is the bomb 🙂


  8. Robbie
    Jun 27, 2014 @ 07:47:04

    Oh MY GOODNESS!!!!!! I could never do what you did since i am a ‘weany”…lol. I also hate tight spaces, geez, how did you ever do that! The first picture in your blog makes me wonder, is she insane to get inside that thing, what if she can’t get out, would they cut it open + she would have to stay in there….then at the end when you showed your arms reaching out , it did not look as badly as it did in the first few pictures..( long sigh)…I admre you, I don’t think I could EVER do that….you are a brave women:-)
    I am eager to read all about Pauline:-) IT will be a good post:-)
    Love those dogs, they are cuties….one thing they say about pit bulls is they are “comical” and your blog proves that descriptor is correct!


    • narf77
      Jun 28, 2014 @ 06:29:24

      Brave/stupid, sometimes I am not sure which, maybe I alternate? 😉 Earl is SO far past comical it’s a joke. I could start him his own blog and he would very soon have SO many more blog followers than I have (after 3 years of blogging) that I am loathe to even do it (jealous 😉 ).


      • Robbie
        Jun 28, 2014 @ 22:23:43

        I had to share with someone that would understand. We lost “Schatze” our pit bull yesterday suddenly. Sorry to post this here, but still very sad… middle daughter rescued her 10 yrs ago off a truck + paid 25.00 what was all she had in her pocket at the time,….her life would of been a fighting dog, but my middle daughter rescued her….she brought her home under her coat in the middle of winter…my daughter was only 15 at the time + I was furious with her ,but over the years that dog became my dog + we called her Schatze ( german word for sweetness/sweet heart- something like that), and well she was hyper and happy all the time…she loved to catch the soccer ball + the past week, I noticed she was not jumping like she use to, and she was very tired, and draggy, but yesterday her breathing was labored,…we took her in and they drained her chest since it was filled fluid, it was blood…we said good bye yesterday, my daughter is now 25 and she came with her fiance to say goodbye…I cried the entire day…they did an autopsy and found a half pound tumor(Hemangiosarcoma) behind her heart and the fluid they drained was all blood pushing her lungs out to the rib cage…it was an awful day…and I now have her collar in front of me…I never thought at 10 years old she would be gone so quickly and before my older dog that is 14 1/2….and we have one more pit bull Chance which is noticing she is gone…I just had to share, I knew you would undestand…I ‘m sorry if I sound depressing, but I knew you would understand…because you love your dogs as much as we do….never in my wildest dreams did I ever think she would be gone so quickly, she could be annoying due to her being hyper, but man I has no idea my heart would be so broken….we all just cried yesterday + the staff did , too…she was a sweetheart even to the end….

      • narf77
        Jun 29, 2014 @ 04:52:52

        Oh I WISH I could find a way to lean through and give you a massive hug. I am crying as I type this because I DO understand. I know how much a dog becomes part of you and your family. I know that one day my own heart is going to be so very broken and grieving for a lost dog is as bad as grieving for someone you love who has died. Chance is going to miss her like crazy. 10 is so young! Allow yourself the time it will take to miss and to grieve Schatze. People who don’t understand how much someone can really love their dog just don’t get it, I know. I guess you just never know when you are going to lose them. A good reminder to us all to love our dogs as much as we can while we have them. Again, I am SO sorry that Schatze is gone. She will leave a large, boisterous, loving hole in your heart for a while but like everyone who loses their hearts to dogs, we are SO much better off having done so, a dog is the closest to real, unconditional love that we will ever get and even when your heart is breaking, Schatze’s wonderful memories will start to heal you. SO much love flowing from us here on Serendipity Farm to you all.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX and please NEVER think that you can’t talk about something here. This is the home of the heart, where we can all be who we are, happy, sad whatever and we can share our common condition.

      • Robbie
        Jun 29, 2014 @ 12:49:28

        I had to go meet some people for dinner tonight, so when I saw your reply I decided to read it when I got home. I was afraid I would cry all over again and have a red face when I went to dinner:-(
        I knew I could share with you…thank you for understanding and letting me tell you….you just can’t talk to anyone about this dog thing…it is something a person that lives with dogs understands.
        I have her collar right here by my computer,….this is going to sound strange, I “sniff” it to remember her smell…crazy, I know, but some how it comforts me to smell her scent. When I lost Buddy in 2009 I kept his collar near me for months. I twas a long time before I put it in a box…you are so right “a dog is the closest to real, unconditional love that we will ever get”…that is the problem + why it hurst SO MUCH….I am a bit better with Schatze than when I was with Buddy because she is my second I lost, so I am a bit better at dealing with the loss..I know, it hurst a lot right now, but later I will see that she needed to go, and she will be waiting fo
        r me on the otherside of rainbow bridge!
        Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
        When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

        All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
        They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

        You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

        Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

        Author unknown…

        I will see her again, but for now she is running with Buddy + in no pain:-)

  9. Sue Dreamwalker
    Jun 28, 2014 @ 06:49:09

    Its not often I swear but I so endorse your words of HOLY CRAP!… How on earth did you pluck up the courage to climb through that tiny hole… OMG.. I couldn’t have done it.. and not because of my size 12-14 Uk size, but because I think I would have become claustrophobic in there…
    Smiled all the way through reading this from the paw prints to the doggy dump and everything.. Life is far from ever dull on Serendipity .. LOL.
    Loved this post Narf.. and hope you NEVER have to repeat the process… xxxx Hugs Sue xox


    • narf77
      Jun 28, 2014 @ 06:52:38

      If I have to repeat the process I have NO idea where we are going to put that second 10 000 litre water tank! Maybe on the roof? In the bedroom?! 😉 Seriously though, I was VERY surprised that my own size 12 – 14 Aussie bum fit through that hole. I think the fear shrunk it…you know how everything constricts for “fight or flight” when adrenaline enters the picture? Lucky that adrenaline didn’t let me down and stayed around for the party when I was slooping back out that hole ;). I didn’t even need any of the axle grease that Stevie-boy was threatening me with should I get stuck. That tells me that I am TOO THIN! OH NO! I am going to have to eat cream cakes all weekend now…not my fault, can’t be fading away now! 😉


  10. Susie Taylor aka Fefe Noir
    Jun 28, 2014 @ 07:57:43

    You are so brave! I wouldn’t be getting it that tank for love or money:)


    • narf77
      Jun 29, 2014 @ 04:40:16

      Done, dusted and filling up with water as we speak and all thanks to narf7 squeezing her matronly derriere into the tank. I was actually tempted to stay in there once I got in, very surreal. Thought I was in a 60’s Beatles movie…


  11. Margaret Griffin
    Jun 28, 2014 @ 18:20:30

    Hi, I was pleased to read that by the end of the tank installing saga, you were both smiling and there was no talk of divorce.
    What is your next project?


    • narf77
      Jun 29, 2014 @ 04:43:32

      Extending the dog compound around the house out into the property more so that the dogs get more room to run, the orchard (that is the possums playground at the moment, ESPECIALLY when it has fruit on the trees) will be enclosed inside the perimeter with Sergeant Earl on the beat (good LUCK getting my fruit this year possums!) and I am having divorce papers drawn up as we speak… 😉


  12. Chica Andaluza
    Jun 29, 2014 @ 02:03:20

    Like others I was a bit perplexed as to why you had to get inside the tank in the first place but all was revealed! Thank god it wasn’t me or Big Man trying to do it – it never would have happened! So funny about Earl marking his territory – was worried he might cock his leg while you were inthe tank but thank god he didn’t 😉


    • narf77
      Jun 29, 2014 @ 05:01:25

      Earl was standing up at the deck gate watching the proceedings. If he had been out where I was the LAST thing on his mind would have been peeing on the tank as the tank was outside the fence…in the big…wide…WORLD! He would have been away with the pixies and long gone! I was worried that my bum wouldn’t fit but in the end (HA) I slithered in fine. Much like my fellow rodents who can also fit anywhere that their shoulders can squeeze through. Steve will have me up in the roof space next hunting the “critter” that is making strange noises up there…EEK! We have seen a huge increase in starling numbers around the local area lately and methinks we might have a starling invader in the roof. Clever bollocks if it is, its LOVELY and warm in that crawl space thanks to Brunhilda’s tireless heatpumping…might sneak up there myself to bask now that I know I will fit 😉


  13. Joanna
    Jun 29, 2014 @ 05:09:15

    I had to look away from the climbing in tank thing, I am gald you are both out and safe, and I do like bowls too 🙂 🙂 Got an email today from the dog walkers who we use in emergencies and they have opened a dog ranch in the countryside for doggy day care for lonely abandoned city dogs whose high earning owners leave them home all day. I kept our Zeb amused with a ball in a watering can for two hours yesterday, he got it out in the end and then slept like a dog for many hours and gave himself a manicure in the process ! xx


    • narf77
      Jun 29, 2014 @ 05:19:34

      You are ONTO something! Rich city folk would love to send their pampered pooches off to you. You can buy a few watering cans from Aldi (or wherever you Brits buy things from 😉 ) and scatter them around the back yard, a few cheap balls inside them and return the knackered mutts WITH a manicure for a tasty profit. Are you thinking of franchising the idea? We have a lot of room here for an acre or so of watering cans and balls and it would make a change from the chooks wrecking our garden 😉


  14. brymnsons
    Jul 02, 2014 @ 19:13:43

    Oh Robbie, such a loss. Beautiful words in Rainbow Bridge. Thanks for sharing x


  15. Littlesundog
    Jul 06, 2014 @ 00:39:31

    Hey Fran!! Just returned from NYC and trying to catch up!!! Ha ha ha!! What an entertaining post with lots of great writing, photos, and of course an EARL fix!!! It doesn’t get any grander than that!! 🙂


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