Address Change

Well, it is has been about a week at the ponderosa - home is now (minus a lot of household stuff) Mankota, Saskatchewan. Chris has been down here since middle of May, and my busy summer of trialing and working allowed me only a few days at the new place.

Now, it is time for move in. Alas, my household items are still 7 hours away, and still have to be packed up and moved. All I want for Christmas is to make this house a home!

So for those who are planning to come visit - here is a quick overview of the new place.

The kitchen is quite large, and open. I won't have to do any painting - partly because 1. I don't mind the color scheme and 2. I hate painting.

The sitting room. Doubt if I will be sitting a lot. The only thing I would like done would be to rip up the carpet that is in the hallway and put laminate down. I may be asking my FAVORITE brother-in-law Ken to come down to help with that project.
I do have my old fashioned tub. It is to be deemed my personal spa in the R.M. of Mankota. All that is missing is candles...and bubble bath....and essence. Guess I will just use the shower for now.

The view to the front yard. Yes, there are trees, and a small garden to be planted next spring.

The backyard looks out to ...the back.

The little red barn now houses all the dogs for the moment. Yet another plan is for a proper kennel for the hounds. So much yet to do.

Wide open spaces...and I do mean wide!

Stop by and visit and stay for awhile. But maybe wait until I get a few more dishes...and a table...and chairs. Maybe bring a sleeping bag too.

I Should Have Stuck To The Tea

***Note-names have been changed to protect the innocent.

After leaving Penny Casters, I made my way back to Beiseker to start the packing job. I succeeded in hauling a Dora (the Explorer) load of clothes to the Salvation Army - there will be a large selection of clothing that has shoulder pads in the Airdrie Salvation Army now. When I left last night, it sure didn't look as if I had made a dent in the packing department, but I did manage to go through the drawers of a desk or two. It is amazing what you keep over the years. I found that I had the habit of keeping letters - pre-email days. I guess I didn't have to be reminded that I was 25 years old about 20 years ago, and the well wishes of a long and happy marriage have been occurring. I should have kept those love letters though - but they are in the burning barrel (of love) now.

I packed as much into Dora (that would include 17 dogs, okay 14 of them are pups), and made my way out east. I stopped by about half way, and popped in to Doris's*. Doris's * housemate Delila* was about to have a cup of tea and go to bed, but a bottle of Crown Royal was consumed instead. As the night progressed, this was brought out.....

....and now you know why names have been changed. I had smelled it as a teenager, and never had smoked it in the past. I am not sure if pot gets better with age, as wine does, but this 20 year old pot went back into the closet to age further.

In the morning, Delila* said, "I should have stuck to the tea."

I couldn't agree with her more.

Edmonton Northlands 2011

Northlands in Edmonton is one of the last trials of the season. Everyone was in full force. Some people even tried to bribe the judge (me) with some icecream. After I had called Abe's dog Cap off for gripping, I feared for my life since he was staying at Penny Caster's as well that night. Never underestimate a Scotsman.

Penny Caster borrowed Corey Perry's dog.

I think in Penny's mind she was thinking, "Go ahead, make my day."
Stormy winters had not been in the forcast, but yet, here in Edmonton, Stormy Winters (and Kate) had arrived.

After the second go round in the morning, all the ten finalists waited until the evening to find out who would be the big weiner.

Louanne (who got both of her dogs in) and I watched the ranch horse competion and sale.

When that was done, we sat and watched people. The crowd was quite large, and being the week for the Canadian Professional Rodeo Association's finals, everyone dug out their best hat out of the closet.

There were look alike couples.

I thought Prince Williams was in attendance.

There was the bold...

...and the beautiful.

The finals was just prior to the finals of the Ranch Rodeo. The stands were packed (yes, really they were packed, this picture was from the earlier performances - do you think I really had time to judge and take pictures??? )

In the end, Thad Buckler and Nic took the big cheque home.

Louanne and I stayed to watch some of the Ranch Rodeo finals.

The teams of four has to various timed events, including, cattle sorting, branding, and wild cow milking. Yes, it was wild.

At intermission, a person won a free bull.

Sacks of nuts everywhere.

Louanne and I came home to Penny's soon after this. It was getting too nuts for us.

2011 Northlands is now in the history books.

When Mother Nature Calls, She Yells

After I had left Lisa Wright's pad, I made my way to Penny Caster's place. Now, she was the hostess with the mostest - mostest dogs in her place. Abe Marshall, Randy Dye, Louanne Twa and Chris Jobe all stayed at her place for Northlands. I had brought my gypsy crew, Gin and her pups, Lyn and Floss - who was expecting any day. Total count of dogs, 22....and not a dog licence in sight.

I got up bright and early, ready to judge the final day at Northlands (I had cleaned my glasses specifically for this), and before I set out, I put the dogs out in the back yard.

Well - the fire department almost had to be called.

Floss, in her motherly wisdom, decided to crawl under Penny's garden shed in the back, which sat only about 8 inches from the fence. No amount of pleading would bring her out. Penny crawled between the fence, and was able to get close to the hole to hold onto Floss's collar, but she couldn't pull her out. I am not sure how I did it, but I squeezed down beside the hole, and tried to pull Floss out. She was stuck. Stuck like glue. And I was feeling stuck as well, and willing myself not to hyperventilate because of the claustrophobia setting in. Well, Penny flew in the house, Chris Jobe was ready to come out in her bra (oh my burning eyes), and people were ready to knock down the fence beside the garden shed to get Floss out.

I managed to dig out the back fill of dirt she had pushed behind her with my free hand, and I dragged her out before 911 was dialed.

Whew.

Into the locked crate, in my locked vehicle she went, and during Northlands she had her 6 pups.This could have been the picture on the front page of the Edmonton Sun, but I will settle for it in this blog.

My Nomadic Ways

After I finished in Wetaskawin, I packed up the dogs (in which increased exponentially since Gin decided to have 9 pups during that night), and headed off to Lloyminster for their arena trial. I had originally entered both Floss and Gin in the competition, and gave Gin the decision to do it if she liked. Well, really, it was like asking a duck if it liked water. In the end, I didn't get either dog in the finals, but it was close. On the way out of Lloydminster, I stopped to have dinner with the big weiners (Thad Buckler and Jerry Kubatoff) and then stayed overnight in Vagreville - the home of the big Easter Egg (of which I don't have a picture - sorry).

My next journey was off to Mayerthorpe to judge the ASDA finals - but what was I to do in the meantime. A moment of a-ha, and I contacted Lisa Wright - and off to Athabasca my gypsy caravan was to go.

I got up to Lisa's with minimal problems (okay, a quick phone call was made to clarify some directions) and we waited for Princess Louanne Twa to come up that afternoon. We did a little dog training, and then it was Girls Night Out (or Girls Night In more appropriately).

I really do wish I had some pictures from that night - let your imagination fill in the pictures. Wine bottles, a big screen TV, and a good movie. The movie took 4 hours to watch, and Louanne did not like the feel of eggs in her mouth the next day. Yes, a successful evening was had.

The next day was going to be dog training day.

Bill Shields was there...
...and his wife Naomi.

They are still in the early stages of training together. It is a well known fact that training with their spouses do not last for long-we'll listen from advice from other people, but definitely not from our spouses. Just ask me.

Lisa worked on a dog named Finn who was owned by Jen - hopefully one day Jen will come to the dark side and join the border collie world.

Louanne was able to get her sorry carcass out of bed and at least watch the training. Notice the dark sunglasses.

It was a nice day to spend outside with the dogs and put them through their paces.

The next day was our trip to Mayerthorpe for the ASDA finals. It was warmer outside than it was inside. It helped me keep me awake.

I had a bird's eye view to judge the trial. By this time, Louanne could whistle without her head exploding - the longest hangover ever in the history of dog trialing.

Some people hogged the heat sources.

Warming the cockles of your heart. And your toes as well.

After the trial was over (congrats to Carol Nelson and Jess for winning, my postal address is Box 39, McCord, Saskatchewan if you want to send me the bribery check that was agreed upon), I went back to Lisa to check on the new mom and mom to be.

Travis (Lisa's better half) stayed behind and kindly watched my dogs for me.

Gin watched her clan quite well.

We brought Floss in as well, waiting for her pups.

In the end, Floss did not have any pups overnight - perhaps a bumpy ride will be in order for her to have pups. A trip to Edmonton to judge Farm Fair is to be done, and the gypsy caravan will be packed with the dogs to stay at Penny Caster for the trials' duration.

The bed and breakfast at Lisa's and Travis's come highly recommended.

Five stars out of five.

An End To An Era

So this morning I left the clinic I had called my second home for 4 years. If people can wake up in the morning, and find themselves not minding going to work, it isn't really work, it is just a good way to spend your life.

So this blog is dedicated to those workmates.

Theresa R - the Techceptionist - able to keep the vets in line (Oh, and by the way Theresa can you attach that file - no just kidding). Thank you for the Coronation Street memorabilia book, I can't wait to sit down with it.

Erin - the Clipper Nazi who left me a bottle of Hemostam - the drug which will cure anything. Mankota will have nothing to worry about.

Amy - the computer guru...and apparently shot guru (porn stars do not taste good, there is a sour aftertaste to them -fuzzy navels, I could get used to them) .

Carolein - the mobile ladder - who will I ask to get the bottles from the top shelf now?

Rosie - the calm, nothing gets her rattled tech. Able to find a vein in even the worst leg.

Wendy-the whirlwind - able to complete any job in front of her. Cut down on the coffee :)

Rae - the person who does everything with a smile - that is because she is imagining evil things to do.

Kristen- the quiet one who can pull a quick one on you - I hope you didn't fill your Depends when I got you to help me put away the dead body (aka Shawna - see below - you can fill in the blanks).

Shawna - the golfing buddy and prankster and Saskatchewan Roughrider's number 2 fan (I saw a licence plate saying they were number 1)

The vets - Theresa, Katie and Kim - have fun and don't sweat the small stuff. Hell, don't sweat the big stuff either.
And from the pet store side....

...Judy (and her husband Al), it has truly been a pleasure.

Fiona - the boss vet. Thank goodness your a nice individual - throughout the years, everyone thought I was Fiona, and I couldn't think how hard it would have been if they had thought she was a terrible lady and mistook me for her.

John (the other boss vet) - I will send this blog as a memo to you. Please sign it when you receive it.

Hopefully we will see each other in the not too long future!

I Think I Have Paxton Hicks

Paxton Valley was the last field trial in 2011 for us. I took Gin and Floss (leaving Creed behind since I gave him to Chris) and brought Syd (who was going to go off to Pennsylvania) and Lynn (who just came along for the ride).

I drove out with Christine Jobe. We stopped midway in our trip, when mother nature was yelling at us.

This was the view out of the outhouse - the blue reminds me of my face as I held my breath to answer mother nature's call.


We got to Holly's trial field, and Bambi stopped for a portrait.

The Paxton Valley Trial was attended by the die hards of the sport. Last trial of the season, winter can be long when it comes to field trials.

Lisa Wright in her fashionable outerwear running Kate.

Corey Perry was the illustrious judge.

Jerry was out with the illustrious Jed.

The Alberta contingency got together, being Thanksgiving, and we gathered and gave thanks.

We filled ourselves with gouda. Very gouda cheese.

Some of us bitched...

...and wined.

We relaxed and had our thanksgiving dinner - Jerry's Sloup (a cross between soup and stew).

Then we had our dessert - pumpkin pie.

Not gluten free - but it can be worked around.

A gouda time was had by all.

Don't let it fool you, Louanne was not drinking tea, she was drinking fermented grape juice. This was to take her mind off of Meg, who had decided to eat 3 pounds of rocks. A bountiful harvest.

We all felt whipped at the end of the day.

And then we whipped out of the trial after it was done.

Yet another fun time was had, with good friends and good dogs.

It was a gouda time.