Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I've made three trips so far with my car packed full. The idea is to save money on moving day since we are paying some guys. That is good, but not so good for my body. I've always felt kinship with the Garth Brooks song, "Much Too Young To Feel This Damn Old" and today I should be blaring that. After unloading at the new place, I came home and collapsed. Both elbows hurt, one tingling with a dull pain, the other has a sore muscle. My siatica (no idea how to spell that) is giving me random shooting pains and I over all felt like I had been run over by a steam roller (like in "A Fish Called Wanda." Good movie.) I still have some things I can load in my car (agility equipment) and I still have to take the kennel down. Sigh.
Speaking of agility equipment, the contact obstacles I ordered are arriving tomorrow. Not the best timing but at least they didn't come 2 weeks ago and we would have to move them.
Knotty is still doing well. Next week I can have the test redone and the vaccine won't interfere with it and I'll know if she actually has distemper, or only kennel cough.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
After getting stuck taking a detour, I did get back too late. However, after receiving lots of hot dogs and hamburgers, Fancy did run for Sara and got a Q and 14 Mach points! The next day I repeated the process and Sara was all set to run her again, but I got back in time. Too bad, because I messed Fancy up, and we NQed.
Pie had a good weekend. On Saturday she Qed with a second place in Jumpers and maybe 15 Mach points. Today she got Double Q number 6 and got 14 points in jumpers and 12 in Standard. I believe we are now qualified to attend the AKC Nationals, if we so choose.
We worked out the problems with the new landlord and signed the lease this morning before the show. I started packing last night and I'm going to start moving boxes that will fit in my car right now.
More later! (Although I'm not looking forward to blogging on dial up.)
Thursday, August 13, 2009
The new landlord is being difficult, so the move is postponed until we work things out. Hopefully we will know more tomorrow. I already have people lining up for my old place, so we have to work it out quickly.
At the new place I will have dial up only, so that might affect my blogging.
The puppy is sick. I bought some natural remedies in addition to the things the vet gave me.
I'm heading off to the Ventura County Fair with Kate and Jason.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Living room with front door. The couch is to make it look lived in. It has been vacant for almost a year, which is why they are so happy to have two people move in. Behind me there are two openings into the living room. The living room isn't that big, but since I have three bedrooms, I will have plenty of room.
One bedroom. The medium sized room has the largest closet- it is a walk in! All the closets have lights. In addition to the closets there is also a pantry and a linen closet.
And the third room. One room is small, and the other two are closer to normal size. I think the approximate square footage is 1200, which is the most room I've had so far, although the Rosewood Apartment was close.
My plan is to have one of the larger rooms be my "office" with computer, bookcases and dog stuff. Then my bedroom and I have no plans yet for the small room. I'm hoping I can have a full sized couch, but that is not a priority. We are going to pay for the fencing of the fields- that is a much higher priority.
It is all very exciting! I get to live in the country!
Am I cute, or what?
Kurt pet me and it felt so good!
Malinos rescue needed a foster home for a three month old puppy. I said I could take her, but not until Monday, because of the Laguna Beach trip. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that even though there were two offers to transport her, it turned out that since I was going right by the shelter on my way home, why didn't I pick her up?!
I explained that I was not driving and it would inconvenience my parents, but that wasn't good enough. My parents graciously agreed to stop at the shelter vet and pick her up. At least the Mal Rescue person had taken care of the hard part. Which is standing in three different lines at the animal shelter- about an hour each line. I've done that. Not fun.
I hope picking up the puppy didn't foil other plans for Sunday morning. The puppy and I both thank the parents for making the short stop to pick her up.
The puppy is probably younger than three months. Maybe 8-10 weeks. She is friendly, outgoing and bold. And a typical Belgian puppy.
Her tail has a kink and a bump. Kate said she might have been crammed in the womb and it got broken in there.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cUo8rrS1Jg Possessed Puppy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2LSHch5o0Y Playing Puppy.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The problem with fiction writing is you have to have ideas that other people are interested in reading. And then you have to convey those ideas in an interesting manner. Already I've used the same unimaginative word in two sentences. Not very interesting. (There I go again.)
But speaking of dark and stormy nights (last night was very bright and not dark at all due to the full moon) and other creepy things, I was just driven inside at dusk fall. Again. This time not due to creepy, carnivorous, gigantic bugs (although the mosquitoes were a factor,) but by bats. And despite my admonishments to my own mother about a week ago that bats to NOT fly into people's hair, I couldn't help feeling they were getting awfully close. I know they have the whole sonar thing going on, but everyone can make a mistake, and I didn't want this bat's mistake to be smacking me in the head. Besides, he was bigger than most of the bats I've seen around.
Did you know that if you wake up with a bat fluttering around your room, you should assume you've been bit and the bat had rabies? Scary, but true. Bat bite wounds are so tiny you are unlikely to discover them. Therefore, this is bad news for the bat, because even if it wasn't a bad bat, you must still kill it and take it's body to a lab to determine if it did in fact have rabies. Very sad for the misfortunate bat. The article I read about this did not give any tips on how you should catch and kill the unlucky creature.
When Mom and I were in the Big Bear Museum, they had all kinds of (dead and tagged) animals. The note next to the bat said, "The bat is the only mammal other than birds that is capable of flight." I cast my mind back to my grade school days and came up with the definition of "mammal" which is "An animal that is covered in hair and gives birth to live young." As always, there are exceptions- I believe rattlesnakes give birth to live young, but they don't have hair. That is why in this case the insignificant "and" suddenly becomes important. A stranger example of the "gives birth to live young AND is covered in hair" rule is the platypus, which is a mammal and lays eggs. (Lesson time: There are five total species of mammals that lay eggs. Mammals that lay eggs are called monotremes.) However, laying eggs is the least wierd thing about the platypus (in my opinion, and isn't that what this blog is about?) They are venomous (also an abnormality in mammals) the females have two ovaries, but only the left one is functional (huh?) They suckle their young, but don't have teats (ok, this is getting too odd,) instead they have a trough or groove for the milk to run down and the young lap it up. Shall I go on or have you had enough? You can read more about the platypus here: Platypus - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Soo.. to get back on track and not to make a short story any longer, I don't know who wrote that card about the bat in the Big Bear Museum, but I don't think the card should have mentioned birds at all: since they are not a mammal, they are not relevant. The bat is the only flying mammal. Period. (Besides birds. Just kidding.)
ANYWAY- before I was chased inside by a bat or bats, I was practicing agility with Blossom. I am working on weaves, back crosses, the tire and the chute. The tire is going well, the chute is progressing, back crosses are so-so and I'm not so happy with the weaves. Pie and Fancy were ahead of the learning curve, Blossom is behind. And now my weaves are broken. They rusted together (I've only had them since May!) and when I applied WD40 and pliers, instead of unscrewing, the screw snapped off. Talk about "Oh, snap."
PS- If I was to go outside on a Dark and Stormy Night, it would probably be because...
Like a Siren calling me to a watery grave, and that is Siren with a capital S because if it had a lowercase s one would hope it would warn me, and thus repel me from a grave, watery or otherwise- I was drawn outside by the hot, crackling beauty of the wild electric storm dancing across the vast openness of the dry Montana night, where, while I did not drown since it was not raining, I was struck down by over 300 kilovolts of raw energy, and before I slipped into the snugly comfort of a swoon, the type of snugly comfort such as when you wear feet pajamas, but not they type of swoon such as when you wear feet pajamas, because who swoons when they put on feet pajamas- maybe if you had a foot pajama fetish- I had time to smell my crisping, burning flesh, already flaking off my bones in the same manner that whatever it is that covers a hot dog flakes off in large flaky black flakes when you've left a hot dog under the broiler in your stove too long, and wonder why bad things came in threes: I was wanted by the Taliban for a crime I did not commit (I've told them 11 times in increasingly desperate emails that I've never even been to the Faryab area of Afghanistan and I really don't understand the sin it is I am accused of committing), my sister just informed me she was marrying my archenemies, the Rancher next door at the Old Skipin' T, and pet scorpion died and my truck broke an axle (I listed those as one since they are related,) AND I just got struck by lighting for the second time in six years and eight and one half months- I suppose that is four bad things, but I've found large amounts of electricity applied directly to the brain does odd things to your counting abilities, among other things.