Oh, what a monster I created. Sorry to everyone that gets in her way!
Pete, it seems, figured out Thursday night that she was no going on the dog show world tour with us this weekend. The pouting started early.
I came home to a detail of the carniage:
One roll of TP-tube pulled out of the center, shredded. Remaining roll, unrolled and trailed through the bedroom and master bath several times.
Two pee spots.
One chair, both arms chewed on.
David is so not happy and has told me that either she gets put in a crate for the entire weekend when we are gone or she has to go with us. Luck has it---I'm not going to any dog shows for a long time!
Later gators...
C
Monday, January 23, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Nah, didn't work?
First, please excuse what looks like someone strangling the dog, but you don't put Dove on her back willingly and this is the dog that manages to avoid every photo op, unless she's asleep. Add in that she is carrying a tiny bit of extra weight around the middle, which makes laying on her back hard. Lastly please note, Dove is a tubey, skinny girl in regular weight and I fear she's her mother's daughter-carries all the babies up in her ribcage till the very last day.But I'm still not sure if the breeding took? Just joking! Let's just say Kim wanted to make sure that it took and I won't even mention how many times she breed her-eghads, I'm having flashbacks to the Dirty Dozen! We've still got like 3 weeks? Or is is 2? Again, Kim's fault, I have a huge due date window. Xrays the first week of February-we'll get a head count then.
Wish us luck! Headed to the snowy Des Moines shows this weekend with a herd in tow. I'm hoping that Alec remembers to pack adult beverages, we might need them!
Later gators....
C
Thursday, January 19, 2012
People are so predictable
Alternate title: I told you so!
I’m a people watcher. It’s similar to judge watching at the dog shows. You pick up on trends, styles and preferences. Store that info for later. In the general people watching category, I’ve had the chance to discuss how predictable some people are. How they act, what they do and what their next step is. For some it’s like physics-for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. For many it’s cyclonic, yeah, like a Dyson. Heehee.
I’ve been using the term or wanting to use the term, I told you so, so much lately. There are people out there I’ve said it to and they admit(umhum, Ms P??) I should listen to you more, you were right all along. Then those that I just look at, shake my head and grin, knowing I told them what would happen and they are still shocked and deny the truth.
The most interesting ones are when I can walk by with the knowledge that even though I could have warned them, I chose not to. That type of person would never listen, so why bother. Clouded by their own loathsome attitudes, they think that I’m only going to say something to them to screw them over. Yeah right, that’s exactly what I do, all the time-not. So I get to sit back and watch them get screwed over, rant, rave, cuss and swear about how badly there were treated. But no, still not going to listen or see that it could all have been prevented.
What I do find sad though, is that in the cyclonic nature of some people, they never seem to get hurt, make it so that they come out on top, regardless of who else they hurt-people or animals. Supposedly in it for the love of the animal, but in the long run, really they are in it strictly for themselves. People who get in their way are trashed, hurt and ridiculed to no end.
Unfortunately the other aspect of that type of person comes with a price. The horrible crash and burns you see, you end up being the cleanup crew. Take in the misunderstood and maimed victims. Again, it ends up being all about them with not a real care in the world about who is hurt. You can't do much more then watch as they do it over and over again, predictable like I told you they would be.
And on a lighter note…. I’m getting the bumper upgraded on the truck! Expecting 6-8 inches of snow so it’s Prius Pushing time once again! My brother, the sheriff’s deputy, was ragging last winter about how every time he was out and about during a winter event, he always got stuck behind those damn cars. They cannot navigate the snow or ice worth a damn, slow traffic to a crawl and cause massive accidents because the people behind them get stuck or what not. Prius’ are not a winter weather vehicle in the Midwest! Side note: Okay, I love the economy they offer, but sometimes they just need to stay in the garage.
Anyhow, funny part is that, my brother's complaint rings very true. We started taking notes and yes, everytime we were running errands, traveling home, we had one pull out in front of us, or ended up behind one at a stoplight on a hill. This winter has been no different. New game isn’t slug bug, it’s the Prius Punch! I dread ending up behind one of them more then the crappy weather itself!
Well, buckle up, it's going to be bumpy ride for the next few days-people and weather wise!
Later gators…
C
I’m a people watcher. It’s similar to judge watching at the dog shows. You pick up on trends, styles and preferences. Store that info for later. In the general people watching category, I’ve had the chance to discuss how predictable some people are. How they act, what they do and what their next step is. For some it’s like physics-for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. For many it’s cyclonic, yeah, like a Dyson. Heehee.
I’ve been using the term or wanting to use the term, I told you so, so much lately. There are people out there I’ve said it to and they admit(umhum, Ms P??) I should listen to you more, you were right all along. Then those that I just look at, shake my head and grin, knowing I told them what would happen and they are still shocked and deny the truth.
The most interesting ones are when I can walk by with the knowledge that even though I could have warned them, I chose not to. That type of person would never listen, so why bother. Clouded by their own loathsome attitudes, they think that I’m only going to say something to them to screw them over. Yeah right, that’s exactly what I do, all the time-not. So I get to sit back and watch them get screwed over, rant, rave, cuss and swear about how badly there were treated. But no, still not going to listen or see that it could all have been prevented.
What I do find sad though, is that in the cyclonic nature of some people, they never seem to get hurt, make it so that they come out on top, regardless of who else they hurt-people or animals. Supposedly in it for the love of the animal, but in the long run, really they are in it strictly for themselves. People who get in their way are trashed, hurt and ridiculed to no end.
Unfortunately the other aspect of that type of person comes with a price. The horrible crash and burns you see, you end up being the cleanup crew. Take in the misunderstood and maimed victims. Again, it ends up being all about them with not a real care in the world about who is hurt. You can't do much more then watch as they do it over and over again, predictable like I told you they would be.
And on a lighter note…. I’m getting the bumper upgraded on the truck! Expecting 6-8 inches of snow so it’s Prius Pushing time once again! My brother, the sheriff’s deputy, was ragging last winter about how every time he was out and about during a winter event, he always got stuck behind those damn cars. They cannot navigate the snow or ice worth a damn, slow traffic to a crawl and cause massive accidents because the people behind them get stuck or what not. Prius’ are not a winter weather vehicle in the Midwest! Side note: Okay, I love the economy they offer, but sometimes they just need to stay in the garage.
Anyhow, funny part is that, my brother's complaint rings very true. We started taking notes and yes, everytime we were running errands, traveling home, we had one pull out in front of us, or ended up behind one at a stoplight on a hill. This winter has been no different. New game isn’t slug bug, it’s the Prius Punch! I dread ending up behind one of them more then the crappy weather itself!
Well, buckle up, it's going to be bumpy ride for the next few days-people and weather wise!
Later gators…
C
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Me, myself and I
Why I breed dogs?
For me. Not for someone to have a pet. For me. Not for a potential show pup to try and place and have shown. For me. Not to fill a void in the market. For me.
I breed because I love this breed. Everything about them makes me happy. The clownish personality. The big floppy ears on a puppy. Feet that still make you wonder if they will ever grow into them… at age 9. Intensity when working. Wanting to please their person yet the ability to think independently. The couch snuggler and pillow stealer. The ratter, the skunk cornerer, the eater of horrible things, the vaporizer of the tissue box and the muddy foot prints on the clean carpet.
I breed to create the perfect dog, according to our breeds’ standard. I’ll never actually have the perfect dog-structure, health, temperament, something is always wonky. But to attempt that with each decision I make, is to improve on the generation before and get closer to that goal.
I breed not to place a pup in someone else’s home, that just happens. I don't do it because I’m thinking that someone else will want one of my puppies to show or do performance with. I breed because I want my next generation to show or do performance with. I’m picky, out of 12 pups, there might be only one that I want. Doesn’t mean the rest couldn’t be shown or finish their championship or add something to someone else’s quest for the perfect dog. But I will always keep what I feel is the very best for my program, for me. If you want one of my pups, I know you’ll come calling sooner rather than later. I am much happier placing the rest of my pups in loving family homes where they are spoiled rotten and the center of their families lives.
I breed because I’m selfish. For me. Not for you. I never claim all my pups are show potential. For me only one or two may be and those are my show potentials. And sometimes what other's think is the perfect litter, has nothing that I consider show potential-for me. That doesn't mean it's a less then quality dog, just means I didn't get what I wanted out of that breeding and it's still a perfect companion for someone else.
I breed when I want to. Not because I have a waiting list of people who want one. Though if you are willing to wait till I do breed, you’ll be the first person I call when I’m in puppy breath heaven and am ready to share that with you.
I breed knowing that it’s a lifetime commitment. If you have one of my dogs, you know that I’m there for the whole ride. Call me at all hours, send me photos, hilarious stories to laugh at and we'll both cry when something horrible happens. My dogs are my four legged kids and when you take one home, we become family forever.
The low down being, I’m a selfish person. I’m more than happy to share with others, but when it comes to my dogs, my choices and my breeding, I put my dog and my decisions first. Don’t take my rights away and tell me how and when I can breed. And most certainly know, you don’t come first, my dog does.
Later gators....
C
For me. Not for someone to have a pet. For me. Not for a potential show pup to try and place and have shown. For me. Not to fill a void in the market. For me.
I breed because I love this breed. Everything about them makes me happy. The clownish personality. The big floppy ears on a puppy. Feet that still make you wonder if they will ever grow into them… at age 9. Intensity when working. Wanting to please their person yet the ability to think independently. The couch snuggler and pillow stealer. The ratter, the skunk cornerer, the eater of horrible things, the vaporizer of the tissue box and the muddy foot prints on the clean carpet.
I breed to create the perfect dog, according to our breeds’ standard. I’ll never actually have the perfect dog-structure, health, temperament, something is always wonky. But to attempt that with each decision I make, is to improve on the generation before and get closer to that goal.
I breed not to place a pup in someone else’s home, that just happens. I don't do it because I’m thinking that someone else will want one of my puppies to show or do performance with. I breed because I want my next generation to show or do performance with. I’m picky, out of 12 pups, there might be only one that I want. Doesn’t mean the rest couldn’t be shown or finish their championship or add something to someone else’s quest for the perfect dog. But I will always keep what I feel is the very best for my program, for me. If you want one of my pups, I know you’ll come calling sooner rather than later. I am much happier placing the rest of my pups in loving family homes where they are spoiled rotten and the center of their families lives.
I breed because I’m selfish. For me. Not for you. I never claim all my pups are show potential. For me only one or two may be and those are my show potentials. And sometimes what other's think is the perfect litter, has nothing that I consider show potential-for me. That doesn't mean it's a less then quality dog, just means I didn't get what I wanted out of that breeding and it's still a perfect companion for someone else.
I breed when I want to. Not because I have a waiting list of people who want one. Though if you are willing to wait till I do breed, you’ll be the first person I call when I’m in puppy breath heaven and am ready to share that with you.
I breed knowing that it’s a lifetime commitment. If you have one of my dogs, you know that I’m there for the whole ride. Call me at all hours, send me photos, hilarious stories to laugh at and we'll both cry when something horrible happens. My dogs are my four legged kids and when you take one home, we become family forever.
The low down being, I’m a selfish person. I’m more than happy to share with others, but when it comes to my dogs, my choices and my breeding, I put my dog and my decisions first. Don’t take my rights away and tell me how and when I can breed. And most certainly know, you don’t come first, my dog does.
Later gators....
C
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
ABC's and 123's
Report cards are in. And darn it, I have no poker face. Tried as hard as I could to stare the Ms down and scold her about her "bad" grades. Didn't work, because the Ms once again proved that she can buckle down and do it!
Yeah, the one bad grade is in Spanish, which is by far her least favorite subject. The grade, a B-, and only because she didn't opt for a test retake and had a couple late assignments.
She even managed a couple A+'s, the rest are mostly A's and a B in the dreaded Math!
Way to go MS!!!! Now waiting on the annual ITBS or what ever it is that they take in junior high--crossing fingers that for the 3rd year in a row she qualifies for summer college prep classes! The last two years, her scores in three areas are college level(that's when she was in 6th and 7th grade) while the remainder were mostly 3-4 grades ahead of the norm, avg 10th and 11th grade levels.
And you wonder why I can't keep her nose out of a book?
Later gators....
C
Yeah, the one bad grade is in Spanish, which is by far her least favorite subject. The grade, a B-, and only because she didn't opt for a test retake and had a couple late assignments.
She even managed a couple A+'s, the rest are mostly A's and a B in the dreaded Math!
Way to go MS!!!! Now waiting on the annual ITBS or what ever it is that they take in junior high--crossing fingers that for the 3rd year in a row she qualifies for summer college prep classes! The last two years, her scores in three areas are college level(that's when she was in 6th and 7th grade) while the remainder were mostly 3-4 grades ahead of the norm, avg 10th and 11th grade levels.
And you wonder why I can't keep her nose out of a book?
Later gators....
C
Fox in the hen house
She's back!!! Last winter we watched a lovely pair of red foxes cavort at the south end of our corn field. They tested the waters by coming closer and closer to the dog/poultry yards. Unfortunately, during our spring walk about in the pasture and fields, the found the body of the male, curled up under some bramble. We figure he had been hit by a car. During the spring treks to the fair grounds, we were so happy to see Mom and two kits romping in the bean fields north of the house.
We think that either she or one of the youngsters has taken up residence in the barn just west of our pasture-same den site as used last year.
Yesterday I was informed that one of them came within about 20 yds of the dog yard, before the alarm sounded. Seems Mr and Mrs Road Runner were also having a walk about yesterday, touring the field, the garden and really pissing off Chip. So now we are going to have to be extra diligent with the feathered stock, to keep them from becoming the main course for the little red dog down the road. Luck has it that the horses tolerate none of this type of creature, so as long as we keep the south fence secure, dogs on the left, horses on the right and the Mediterranean's in the pen, crossing paws, nothing happens.
Later gators....
C
Monday, January 16, 2012
It's a tie
So the Pete saga continues. And luck has it, the weekend meant I could supervise the little bugger. Well, I didn't so much as supervise but sic'd the EBD dog on her. Lace has in no mood for her shenanigans.
I would guess that's one for me on Saturday and on Sunday, same thing, just let Lace deal with her. There were some constant arguments abouts who sits in what chair. Not really even a true argument, EBD basically looked at Pete and said, mine. Pete said, yes ma'am.
Talk this weekend revolved around the Ms turning 14--yes 14! Soon to go and get her driver's permit and then driver's ed so she can get a work permit and start working for Doc. Then I started panicking about how high my insurance rates will go-gulp. I'm not ready for this yet.
Then we discussed her plans for 4-H this year. Horses-check. Chickens-check. Ducks-check. Dogs-hum. I suggested Charlie needed to go through classes, Alec is now rolling on the floor laughing. "So which voice does he listen to on recalls?" Poor Charlie. Then we talked about Pete, she's doing agility and pre-novice this year. We also talked about EBD and well, I think she's ready for open? This after I had the flashlight on my lap, she walked over to me, said can I have that please? I gave it to her and she walked off with it, depositing it in her pile of toys in the dog bed. Eddie gets drug out for showmanship, which means that we can't pack his pj's away just yet.
This morning, the battle begins anew. I left with Pete getting the snot beat out of her by a preggers Dove. Frank grumbling at the end of the bed--you touched me. Then the look of-why are you leaving me with them?
Later gators....
C
I would guess that's one for me on Saturday and on Sunday, same thing, just let Lace deal with her. There were some constant arguments abouts who sits in what chair. Not really even a true argument, EBD basically looked at Pete and said, mine. Pete said, yes ma'am.
Talk this weekend revolved around the Ms turning 14--yes 14! Soon to go and get her driver's permit and then driver's ed so she can get a work permit and start working for Doc. Then I started panicking about how high my insurance rates will go-gulp. I'm not ready for this yet.
Then we discussed her plans for 4-H this year. Horses-check. Chickens-check. Ducks-check. Dogs-hum. I suggested Charlie needed to go through classes, Alec is now rolling on the floor laughing. "So which voice does he listen to on recalls?" Poor Charlie. Then we talked about Pete, she's doing agility and pre-novice this year. We also talked about EBD and well, I think she's ready for open? This after I had the flashlight on my lap, she walked over to me, said can I have that please? I gave it to her and she walked off with it, depositing it in her pile of toys in the dog bed. Eddie gets drug out for showmanship, which means that we can't pack his pj's away just yet.
This morning, the battle begins anew. I left with Pete getting the snot beat out of her by a preggers Dove. Frank grumbling at the end of the bed--you touched me. Then the look of-why are you leaving me with them?
Later gators....
C
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