Life on the Kitchen Chair

These days, my cats have a rough go of it. You see there are two little Jack Russell Terriers raising havoc - nobody is safe.

This is Snothead - waiting for her chance- maybe they won't notice her.

Maybe if I don't look at the little puke, it'll leave me alone to eat.

Why don't you find a hole to crawl into?

Just 5 minutes of peace, is that too much to ask?

Attack of the midgets.

Please, let me die quickly.

Possibly if I roll off of this chair and fell on top of you, I could break your neck.

Maybe tomorrow.

Busy Weekend

Corey and his 5 month old pup

Working Floss

Wayne and his new dog

Wayne giving Penny tips

Penny Caster working her magic

It all started on Friday, I decided to take all of the dogs and get their hips done. They look good on preliminary - but we will let the Gods of the OFA registry decide. Jill had fallen through a texas gate last fall, was sore for awhile, but now is sound -the radiograph though showed some changes to her patella (knee cap) - Well I suppose if you work them, things will happen. These aren't freeloaders we have around here, they have to earn their dog food. Luckily I have my drug dealers on speed dial.

Went up to Corey Perry's on the next day to train some dogs - Penny Caster and Wayne Robertson showed up as well. Had a really good day, the sun was shining, it was really warm, and nobody got really upset with their dogs since they were having a good day as well. We talked dogs, talked training, and then talked some more. Sometimes is monotonous training by yourself, so I find it like a boost to train with someone else - helps with those young dogs to teach them to lift off of someone. I have a bit of time off this summer, so I would like to visit a few people and train with them (I guess this is a warning for all dog trialers who read this).

My weekend ended with myself going to a course on vomiting cats and dogs. Guess what - dogs and cats vomit by different factors. Guess what - you still bolt straight up in bed when you hear the workings of a good hork at 3 am in the morning- cat or dog. They should use it as an alarm.

There is a God

Yes, this is post number two today, but some things have to be told. This is Stan, a 4 year old stud horse. He is feeling is oats, so that is why is he locked up tighter than a Brinks armored vehicle. Yesterday, my nephew Joey, who is 8, saw the mean side of this guy. He went to send him to water, and Stan went after him. No good hayburner I said (okay, I said a little worse). This morning, I was walking all the dogs, which has to go by him, when one of the 5 week old puppies decided he would get closer to Stan. In fact, I held my breath as Mitch went between the stud's legs and bumped them. I should say that this stud has had little handling, so imagine my terror when this was occurring. Stan however, just looked between his legs and allowed the pup to go his merry way. Even though Stan showed a softer side, it doesn't mean that his jewels will remain. We will remove those auxillary brains today - there is a God for Mitch, not necessarily for Stan.

Oh Where or Where did My Little Dog Go

I was in the barn the other morning helping Chris trim horse's feet, and my Jack Russell Lizzie and Gin were hanging out in the barn. Gin was sleeping in the tackroom, and Lizzie was nosing around (as all Jack Russells do). My other Jack Russells - the Amazing Artie (amazing he hasn't met his demise), Tessa the Tiger (stay away from her food) and Clutzy Cliff (only cause he has three legs, and is determined to mark his territory by balancing on 2 legs) were all milling around the barn as well. Things were done in the barn, I said "Let's go to the house" and discovered that Lizzie and Gin were no where to be seen. They have never taken off before, but I know what had lured them from the yard - the spring squeal of the Richardson Ground Squirrel (aka gopher - I just like the name of Richardson Ground Squirrel because it is my maiden name). I looked everywhere, whistled as loud as I could, but they didn't come home. Gin showed up all dirty late that night - let me say I was very relieved - I was pretty upset all day long. Lizzie, however was not with her. I had resigned to the fact that I had lost her, probably to a coyote, but this morning she greeted us at the door (that is 2 nights out by herself). She looked pretty clean, makes me wonder if one of our Hutterite neighbors had thought they had found a dog - they always ask about them. Thank God it is cold right now, the gophers have gone back in their holes for the time being. Believe you me, there will be some target practice this spring(only on the gophers of course) - or maybe I should put earplugs in the dog's ears.