Blogger Blues & Coyote News

I'm not sure what the problem is, but I'm having issues with my blog.
Again.
I decided to make up and add this super cute new polka dotted page background and went to double check before I walked away and called it good and realized something was amiss.
From other blogs linking back to mine the blog displays as
"The Trailer Parks"
which as everyone knows is our nickname given the fact that my favorite thing in the world is a trailer park and our last name is Parks.
But why is my blog displaying as The Trailer Parks?
The other problem is that the link between Facebook and the blog is broken and when you click the link from Facebook you get a 404 error message.
WTH?
So.
I called eNom my DNS and asked them if they had any idea what the problem could be and the lady said everything looked good.
I went to my Google dashboard and ran all the checks and everything checked out.
So why is my link broken, my title wrong AND my feed wrong?
Anyone who subscribes to the blog may have noticed that when you get a post update it says The Trailer Parks/Fat Bottom farm.
I don't understand.
If anyone tech savvy has any ideas please let me know, I could really use someone with more brains than me to crack the code.

Did you watch the game?!
I didn't.
I don't know rats about football and I hate commercials so it's kind of a lose lose for me and since Six doesn't like sports I never have to sit through a game or miss a good movie.
Lucky huh :)

I started a diet in October and I have been very successful.
So successful that now I don't have any clothes to wear and I need suspenders for my underpants.
I think this calls for an emergency trip to Baskin Robin for a double scoop pralines and cream.
Just kidding.
Kind of.
Not really.
Just kidding yes I am!

Yesterday morning about 7:00 I was in the kitchen looking out the window and I saw all the grown up sheep and the donkeys looking down the pasture like they were waiting for a bus.
All of them just standing there staring.
Then our black and white border collie Buddy went to the sliding glass door and started his super low tough guy growl.
I went to the door and grabbed the binoculars just in time to see a coyote lolly gagging through the field.
I couldn't believe it, within seconds he was just feet behind my flock and they were all just standing there.
I started hollering for Six who had just settled snugly into dreamland after working all night and just about the time he came skidding out of the bedroom half dressed, with one eye open, dog barking shotgun in hand, the coyote had run behind a mountain of blackberry bushes.
But let me tell you something.
For all of the loss we have endured due to those coyotes over the years and for all the shots fired and missed Six was not letting this one get away.
He got it.
And my sheep and donkeys and a few late coming llamas just stood there watching.
And then without missing a beat, they went back to eating.
I was so thankful that Dingle the little lamb was in the coop with the chickens, and that I hadn't already gone down to let everyone out and that Buddy started barking and that Six can fire off a shot half asleep.
So why do I feel so bad about the coyote?
I spent a better part of the day worried that his coyote family would be wondering where he was and why he didn't come home.
Seriously.
I think I need therapy.
Maybe I'll just leave out some pork chops and a letter of appology instead.

Ok, on that note, Happy Monday!

Peas.