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PACKING

What are you doing?
Packing.
Why? When you aren’t moving?
I have to get ready to move. Besides, a house sells easier when it is empty because the people can see the house.
But if you put your stuff in the barn, then they can’t see the barn and what are you going to do if you want to use something that is packed away?
I’ll worry about it then.
Where are you going?
I don’t know yet.
I think you are doing it backwards. You always do things backwards. Why are you moving?
I love this house but it is too big to keep clean. I want to force myself to sell my collections by moving into a smaller house. I don’t need a barn or 11 1/2 acres or a house of 3500 sq feet. There is only two of us and my husband doesn’t take care of himself so I expect he will die soon.
What a terrible thing to say! But, I suppose it is good to be prepared. All your collections? Good grief! Why did you buy them then?
Because I was trying to buy happiness. I did get happiness for a few minutes but now we don’t have money because of it.
You are so cheerful today! You know how real estate is now. You will lose a fortune selling now.
I’ll feel lucky if I sell it. I suppose we could just walk away but then where would I live? As it is – we are buying down (I hope) and will have a down payment.
What about your dogs?
Well, I won’t pack them into the barn of course!
I mean your dog figurine collection!
Packing.
Your enamel cream and green and the utensils that match and the Glenwood Stove that goes with them?
Packing.
What about your white ironstone?
Packing.
Your mirrors and crystals?
Packing.
Your shells?
Packing.
Your capo-de-monte?
Packing.
Your fox-hunting items?
Packing.
Your books?
Packing.
Your flower pictures?
Packing.
There will only be furniture left. Are you sorting through the furniture?
Yep. Some, I’m packing.
Your jade flowers?
Packing.
Your antique maps?
Packing.
Your crockery?
Packing.
Are you trying to hide your life in the barn?
Might as well. No one knows I’m here anyway except my daughter.
Well, your husband certainly knows you are here!
Not necessarily but we won’t go into that.
Are you going to pack yourself into the barn?
Nah. Then who would I talk to? Besides, I have a reunion to go to on the 19th and someone has to take care of the dogs.
Oh. Well you missed a shelf of dogs up there.
Yes, better get back to work. After packing comes the cleaning. I do so hate cleaning because of my allergies.
True. I think everyone except your older sister hates cleaning.
Yes. She is in Alaska now cleaning for her daughter.
Well, it’s been nice.
Yes.

Rainbow Bridge

This post is to all the dogs I have lost through Face Book. All the dogs that I have come to know. Their actions, their looks, their quirks, their illnesses and the love that their owners give them. This blog is the most painful I have ever written because I am thinking back, although I am trying not to. Face Book has such a plus by letting me know the dogs and their owners and their happy times. Their celebrations, their birthdays, their wins if they show. Their people that love them, their silly outfits, how they look when they are a mess and how proud their parents are when they are groomed. All the times that an owner wants advice and all the replies that are received, right or wrong and when one gets sick how everyone kicks in to help and how everyone feels so helpless because there is nothing they can do but give advice. This blog is for all the old ones that have had a wonderful life and all the young ones that have had something horrible happen to them and their friends get sick to their stomach and think, “what if that were my loved one” or “remember when that happened to my baby?” This post is to all the friends that hurt for dogs we have lost through Face Book.

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I believe that puppies are harder to raise than children. Am I crazy? Probably, but think about it. My puppy is almost one year now. Not only does she get into everything but she is faster than I am. She understands some words and definitely understands the meaning of my tones but even though I have spent many professional years and un-professional years with dogs there are times that I cannot understand her as much as I listen. I can never really get angry with her because she loves me so much and tells me this every day in her eyes. She doesn’t cry when she wants something or when she has gas, in fact she hides it when she feels bad so it is very hard for me to know even when she needs to go to the Veterinarian with her. I can’t run to the neighbor to say “gee! guess what Karla did to day!” In fact my neighbors would think I was stark raving mad (as my family does). Everyone loves babies. Not everyone loves puppies.
Carla wid a K has been going through some changes. I’m not sure whether they are due to her age or just because she lives with me. Last week we had a tremendous thunderstorm which came out of nowhere. Now if I watched TV or listened to the radio or had a fancy phone it would not have come out of nowhere and we would probably have been somewhat prepared. If I had known it was coming the dogs and I would be sitting on the cellar stairs cowering and just waiting but no, Karla was playing in the burrs and guarding against invading chipmunks (she lowers her voice when guarding). She has been very brave since going to the dog show in Colorado! I was folding clothes and the other three were with me. THAT’S when I should have noticed something was going to happen because Spider was starting to shake and Sam and HarryIt were keeping close. Usually they don’t hang out with me in the laundry room. All of a sudden the rain started coming down and one minute later there was a “CRACK!”. The loudest thunder I had ever heard. Even Paul, who likes to watch thunder storms called down to see if all was all right. Then I noticed that something wet was trying to crawl up my body. Poor Karla was drenched and shaking and had reverted to her baby self. I dropped the shirt I was folding and noticed the other three were gone, probably under a couch, grabbed a towel and picked up my big baby and cuddled her. She is obviously still upset because when the fireworks went off last evening she was shaking and sitting on my lap. So much for chipmunks. This may be somewhat of a blessing because I’m tired of running out and throwing toads out of the pen.
I’m feeling much better in the foot and back areas and have continued painting the bath downstairs. I’ve been boxing a few collections and have called a cleaner for the house (who hasn’t returned my call) for preparation of putting the house up for sale again. This is so fun. If someone wants to come view, I have to grab the dogs and go for a ride and keep the house clean at all times. However, if it sells, at least we will have some things packed. I don’t want the movers to pack, just move. We have looked at two houses close to my daughters. One, looking through the windows, was adorable with cathedral ceilings and wainscoting. And, a loft. I’ve always wanted a loft for the bedroom or my office. A little pricey but maybe could talk them down. It even had a wood fence around the back yard to keep the dogs in and only 2 acres in the middle of fields to care for. However, visiting showed some problems. I think it was made of cardboard and the finished basement was drenched, with water on the walls and showed repairs to the ceiling from water problems. Cross that one off.
Then we visited another close to my daughter which was built in the 1870’s. Very sturdy with a few problems to fix inside. In fact, on top of the one car garage connected to the house were two rooms that had not been re-modeled and looked like they were ancient so had much potential. However, it had only one acre and was in the suburbs of Rochester (which are growing) and they had divided the land up so that the barn was not ours but was filled with cars, trucks, boards, trash and the entire house needed re-siding. To many “ifs” and “Maybes” for us to risk so we passed on that one also.
We were a great deal shy because of what is happening around our house. Both houses showed why it was that we bought where we are now. However, things change. We have a garbage disposal outfit across the street to the west that was very small when we moved in and has added three other disposal businesses to it so it runs day and night. Although, initially they had to keep their equipment under roof in the evening, the town wants the taxes and doesn’t pressure them to do so now. To the east moved in a hound kennel so there is the lovely baying sound day and night. Although I have complained about the noise, what are you going to do? Rubber band their muzzles? Now they have built a migrant camp that we look at from our back porch to the East also. When we went to the town meeting about that one, we were assured that we would not see it from our house.
We have received notice that a machine shop will open to the North of us. Town meeting is the 8th but what can you do? Obviously they have been approved because they are remodeling the building and have their signs up. And this is in an agricultural zoned area so variances have been approved for all. When I think of the trouble I had to open an antique shop in my barn I could just cry.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch I keep hearing the kittens but not seeing the kittens which is driving me insane. Luckily I’m just hearing the kittens complain a little when Mama leaves or complain a little until they get that teat. As for the kitten food in the barn, the chipmunks are running around with very fat cheeks and we will probably be finding stashes of kitten food for a year in things like our snow blower and swinging chairs. My older Sister has been in Alaska with my nieces children. They will now find out how bossy my older sister is! I miss her.
I actually sold an item on Etsy (D.A.YanceyRecollections) and someday am hoping to sell just one postcard (even though the postal rates are high on Bidstart (same store name) but, I need, need, need to get more stuff on line to sell.
ONE GREAT THING! A friend of mine sent me a whole booklet of old black and white pictures of the main Camp at Goose Pond being built. And, yep, there is my older sister and I and Vincent (he’s the one that Dad told us pulled the moon with a string when we were driving up there) popping something in my mouth. Probably to shut me up which I’m going to do right now.
Noodles!

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Cats, Kittens, Dogs, Love

Well, Mama cat moved her kittens and I have to say I’m a wee bit disappointed because I REALLY liked the grey and black one with black ears but I have to say that I can’t imagine why she put them where she did in the first place.  To back track for those of you not on Face Book (is there anyone not on Face Book?) we have a screened in, very large porch on the back of our house.  The dog yard is at right angles to the porch and three or four days ago the dogs started going ballistic.  As usual, when they start going ballistic, I go out and check to see if it is a chipmunk sitting up sticking out its tongue at them or a rabbit leaning on the chain link or a cat walking through the field or a loose dog of the neighbors that I should take home.  This time they were going ballistic at the gas tank.

I don’t worry about my dogs but thought it might be a poisonous toad or snake or that one of them had their foot caught somewhere or maybe a rat or something was attacking them so I rushed out through their side door, squeezed through their porch railing hole and ran down their ramp to them.  They were telling me that it was something horrible but I couldn’t see one darn thing.  Because I don’t worry about them I made them come into the house and shut the door just in case.

Then I went out to the back porch which has very long steps down to the ground because we are on a hill and stood at the top of the steps and looked over them and there……there was a Mama feral cat (guaranteed because I knew her and I can’t get close to her), black and white with three little kittens.  The other two were black and white.  I also know the father who is a beautiful solid grey color.

Immediately, I didn’t start worrying about them.  It was a pretty silly place to have kittens – not really protected, about 1.5 feet from the dog chain link fence and only protected from the rain if it came from the North.  I quickly ran and got my hubby and he looked at me and said “leave them alone”.  So, because I don’t worry I called a “no kill shelter” who said “leave them alone because they need their mother’s milk right now and she will take care of them”.  So, very disappointed, I left them alone.  At lunch I took out my turkey sandwich which was loaded with turkey and leaned over and darned if the turkey didn’t slip out.  Oh well, since I had to leave them alone I just left the turkey there.

The next morning I had the rest of the turkey from the package in my sandwich (I was really hungry) and darned if that didn’t slip out also!  Mama and babies were still there.  Actually, I met her eyes and she looked at me pretty calmly.  For the second day the dogs weren’t allowed outside (and I wonder why they aren’t housetrained!).  The third day Paul bar-b-qued chicken and I am such a klutz I dropped a huge hunk of it.  Please note that all traces of turkey had disappeared and Mama was still there was babies. 

That evening we had a huge thunder storm from the south.  I wanted to go out and get them or cover them or something but felt it really was best for Mama to figure out that that was not a good place and to take them into the barn whose door I had forgotten to close.  This morning they were gone.  After daydreaming and dropping my tuna sandwich I decided that I would go out tomorrow and look for them.  Not aggressively but just go out and look around.  Not that I want a kitten but the were SO cute.  Strangely enough my hubby told me that he knew they were gone.  He gave me one of those parental stares but didn’t say anything about turkey or tuna fish or chicken.  I miss them but the dogs are sure glad to be outside.  Now the only problem I had was having to go out because Karla was petrified of a toad (which is good) and wouldn’t stop barking so I had to do the door, rail hole ramp thing again and pick up that awful-feeling pitch black thing and throw it over the fence.  I have to look up toads to see if they change colors like lizards according to where they are because I found a grey one on the cement in the basement.

Aside from two catastrophes of health of two dear friends, all else is fine.  I have decided that it is not fun to get old.  I still can’t walk and have to solve that problem.  I have also decided that it is up to us to find out what is wrong with us and to decide which medicines are good for us and inform our doctors because they don’t have a clue.  They don’t know how we feel and can only guess and now that we have the internet we can at least look things up for ourselves.  If we are lazy and rely totally on our doctors then it is our fault if we don’t know the problem.   Unfortunately, some problems cannot be solved but at least if we know what it is then we can wrap our minds around it and make the right decisions on what to do or not do.

I want to say that I do so appreciate all of you listening to me rant on about stuff.  It is so much less expensive than paying for a therapist.  I do wish you could write prescriptions though!!!

Hope you and yours are well.

WE’RE HOME AND IT COULDN’T BE WORSE

The dog show is over and Karla and I are back from Colorado almost safe and sound.  My brain seems to be functioning again after two weeks and Karla now thinks she is Queen of the pack (but she still takes a wide berth around Sam who is REALLY cranky lately). 

We met new friends and old friends and only one really stupid person (which I brought to her attention).  I was sure I wouldn’t recognize anyone after so many years but guess what?  They didn’t recognize me!!!  Am I that much older looking?  Everything went as per usual.  Since my feet hurt, we took the easy way and asked for a wheelchair.  Why doesn’t everyone do that I wonder?  For a tip they zip you right to your gate thank goodness.  It has been so long since I have flown from a large airport I just couldn’t believe that you had to take a train to a plane! 

I had sedatives for Karla thank goodness!  I put her into her Airpod which slides over the handle of the suitcase.  The wheelchair pusher parked us at the gate.  I let go of the handle.  Karla wiggled.  The case and Karla fell over.  I grabbed for her.  The wheelchair fell over.  The entire terminal ran over to stare at the poor disabled lady on the floor who was helped up by the stewardess who stood beside me until I was on the plane.  I then gave Karla a sedative and ate my portion of the three peanuts shared by all the passengers.  At Chicago where I changed planes I noticed that Karla had her head stuck between the metal bar in her bag and the mesh and was just hanging there.  The company has yet to answer my letter.

Theresa and Chris came to get me which was very nice of them because I forgot the time change which made it at 10:30 pm and everyone had to get up early in the morning.  They were even nice enough to drive through McDonalds so I could eat.  I shared my burger with Karla and that was the end of her eating kibble…still.  (By the way, I absolutely love Chris and his son!) 

Monica was my chauffeur.  I think she wanted to put a tag on me with my name and address because I was so exhausted that I could never remember where her car was or make any decisions.  The only decision I made was that I WANT ARCHER!  He is absolutely adorable and could do one of Beamer’s tricks.  That was jumping back and forth from bed to bed.  I was in stitches.  I think though that he was as nervous as I.  Archer’s arrows go straight to Monica’s heart so I doubt she will let me have him.

Karla turned into this thing.  Here is this shy dog that I was worried about even taking into the hotel that saw a Great Dane and tried to attack it!  Good grief!!!  She was even patient when it took me about five tries to get my door open and pretended not to hear what I said when I broke my coffeepot.  The maid left a nice note:  1.  Turn on power, 2. put thingee in thing.  Leave thingee in thing because the hole you made is not to pour the coffee into the where the water goes, 3. pour water into water hole (they could label them) and press “brew”.

One of the shows Karla and the other undocked Aussie were dismissed from the ring.  I was so angry that I cried because I could see that yes, having a tail is not in the standard but I guess having feet pointing in all directions and a head on backwards is just fine.  Pamela saw that I was about to go in and kill the judge so she made me sit down and talked me into just asking the judge if they were dismissed because of their tails.  Of course the answer was “OH NO!”.  I actually smiled, shook her hand and left.  None of the tailed Aussies did as well as I expected.  Karla won her class but that was about it.  Karla felt like she had to ride in the back of the bus and drink out of a special water fountain just because her spine wasn’t amputated.

We had a wonderful party with the dogs and people running together at a beautiful house hosted by Katrina and David.  The next door neighbor came out of his door with a black lab, saw all these Aussies coming around the corner one by one non stop, turned around and went back in his door.  It really was hysterical.

Finally sad goodbyes and I go up to the desk to pay and they charge me over $100 per night!  I still have to straighten that one out.  Luck was with me again with Pamela walking up at the same time to tell them it should be just $80 something.  Of course the manager wasn’t there.  So later.

Got home smoothly due to wheelchair pushers and crashed.  In the middle of the night I wake up screaming because my back hurt so much.  I stood up and my feet didn’t hurt at all.  You figure that out.  I gulped one of  Hubby’s back pills and went to the foot doctor as scheduled and found that I had plantar fasciitis (sp).  So, he molded little ballerina shoes with COLD water and I will get the insoles in the mail.  I set up an appointment for the back.  Next day I thought I had the Camel flu but half-way through the day realized that I forgot to take my pills.

I’m not even going to mention what happened with my wonderful historian job and hubby and I decided to go up North tomorrow for the rest of the week so something else could happen bad to me (aside from the fact that we are having a difficult time selling our house and now they are putting a machine shop next to us).  This is in an agricultural zone.

Well, now that you all know that things have been normal with me I bid you adieu and warn you that you should probably stay as far away from me as you can!

How To Get Rich With Your Own Money

For all of you that are not going to be going to the Australian Terrier Club of America’s National Specialty tomorrow, I am going to miss you. Karla is going to miss you. The more people there – the less I will notice. Of course, no one could help not noticing regal-looking Karla but as for me, me is going to hide! Karla looks so regal that I can’t hope but what she will grow into regalness. As for now, lets not talk about the way she acts except that she is pushing here to become boss woman of the pack. But, she has such a funny way of doing it. If someone (human or otherwise) is getting attention to me she very happily knocks them over so that they can’t get close to me. If someone (dog) has something the wants, she runs over and bites them and then starts screaming like SHE is the one being killed and rolls up in a ball. I think the other dog is so surprised or disgusted (in Spider’s case) they just leave the room and let her have the bone. If she wants something from me she just starts barking (loudly) so I pity Theresa Shreader at the hotel when we get there. Perhaps we can get a padded, soundproof basement room if we ask.
Back to you who are not going to the specialty…I have a hint for you. This is important so listen up. Pretend that you are going. I want you to get out your suitcases and go through the motions because this is what happened to me! I must have slept in the correct feng shu position last night because I got out my suitcase and opened it. I usually hide my money everywhere because I once got my wallet stolen at Chicago with checkbook, cash and credit cards in it. I went to put some case in my hidden compartment in my suitcase and wahlah!!!! There was $52 in there! Stupid me told hubby so he took back some of the money he gave me.
I packed my suitcase and since I can only have two items on the plane I went to put some cash in the outside of Karla’s bag but wahlah!!!! There was $71 in there! I didn’t tell hubby. Then I put on my outfit I was wearing (and it’s cold here so I’ll boil there) but there was no pockets. I remember I had a little cash and ID folder that hangs around my neck and went and got that. It was pretty dusty – last used on the Mississippi River Boat Cruise (by the way, wonderful cruise) and wahlah!!!! There was $57 dusty dollars in there! So pack everyone, pack! No wonder Hubby says I spend too much money and I say that I don’t. I just don’t remember where I put it! At least I have my priorities straight for the path that I am on :)
It is now 10:43 and I am beginning to really get nervous. I will be nervous until I get home and then be so relieved that I will forget all my money. All the dogs know something is up and are stuck to my leg. I had to get something out of my already stuffed suitcase, naturally, and Sam grabbed Karla’s treats and swallowed them so poor Karla will have to share my hard-boiled eggs with me on the plane. Last trip from here to Wisconsin all the passengers had to split three peanuts so I brought my lunch this time. I’ll probably be mobbed. Since they are in the outside pocket of Karla’s bag and, of course, smell like sulfur, I will just blame it on her. “Whew! This dog has gas!!!” The pocket also has three miniature Jim Beams in it because I refuse to pay $5 each and can now only pay $1 for a glass of ice water.
Since my feet are still paining me (it may be plantar fasciitis) I will go to the counter and ask for a wheelchair and they can take me to where I have to go and I get on first! HAHA!
Well, my husband just asked me when we should leave so it is time to panic. Remember to pack everyone!!!
Am I rambling here?

Coming In On Two Wings and a Prayer

Well, I guess Karla and I are down to the wire here. This is the last day before flying off into the “wild blue yonder”. Please don’t be wild, yonder. Yesterday I kept myself busy by trimming the grass around the trees on my hands and knees until the battery died on my clippers (about two hours, which is good for two year old clipper batteries) and which gave me hives from something. I was happy to see that my huge decapitated dead tree had toad hiding in the holes between the roots and behind the grass. I don’t want to scare them so I always say “I don’t see you Toady but it’s going to rain so go inside. Usually when I peek into the holes there are 2 – 4 eyes peeking back at me. What I love are those teeny tiny toad that you see jumping around.
I clip the grass with hand clippers because I believe that weed whackers hurt the trees and cut the bark off. And yes, I hug them. (The trees, not the toads) I was in agony because FIVE (that’s 5) times the people in hard hats and baskets in the air came and amputated limbs (and a body!) in one year. These are very old and huge trees. The house was built in 1886. Wish I knew when the trees were planted.
Anyway, I picked out my outfits which I’m going to change today and then we went to get the Subaru which had gleaming new brakes. On to Walmart where I don’t usually shop but I really needed a one stop for everything this time. For six items, at the end I wished I had used one of those carts. I DO have to get my footsies fixed. (after I get back). Home again by 6 pm with the dogs thinking they had been deserted and were going to starve to death (I do hope Paul feeds them while we are gone). Then two short movies while I sorted through historical things that were in the vault at the Old Town Hall. Ewwww. Compost in the making.
Now today….what today? Some of my friends on Facebook are on their way to the show in Colorado and sending cheerful messages about their journeys. Do they have “cheerful” pills or something? Not sedatives to relax you but…I KNOW! When my older sister and I were little there was a patch of rhubarb by the swing set. We would pick some, take a bite and laugh ourselves off the swings! She lives at the homestead. I’ll have to call and see if she has some.
Karla is as calm as ever (pretty weird for a puppy less than one year old) and is sitting like a lion next to me. Perhaps it’s her tail but I’ve never seen an Aussie sit like that. Do you think perhaps she is part collie?
Can’t put it off any longer. I must get a-goin’ and start worrying and changing my outfits and getting out my list! Adios Amigos! When something goes over your heads you can look up and say “It’s a bird!”, “It’s a plane”, “NO! – It’s Superdog!!!”

BUSY DAYS FOR CARLA WITH A K

So here we go again.  Everything is under control but only because I am following along by hanging onto it.

Three day ago the six of us (Paul and I, Spider, Sam, HarryIt, Karla) got all groomed and (except Karla) , packed up the car and trailer with plastic buckets filled with clean towels, rugs and linens and other sundries that we would use this summer and headed up north to Camp.   Halfway there the brakes started groaning and grinding and the tarp started unraveling but we made it.  Everything was in good shape except for a small hole in the corner of the Camper Trailer which meant that all lines that were there had to be taken home to be dried and that next trip up will be spent sealing the roof.  Our fault as our daughter had been ragging at us to do that every year.

This was Karla’s first VACATION and all dogs knew that word except her.  She didn’t even get excited when the suitcases were bring brought out.  Once in the car she decided that she was to have the space between and behind the front buckets and sat and watched the scenery for 2.5 hours while all the others were asleep in their normal places.  It was a learning experience for her completely so Paul and I never left them to go into town once we got there.  We just ran over and borrowed our daughters stuff that we had forgotten.  This was a good thing because even though we call Karla “Goofy” she ain’t so dumb.  Just kind of klutzy.  The first thing she did was push out one of the screens as I was walking by but she learned that that was a “no no” and I could use some suggestions as to how to keep that from happening again.  Next she learned how to walk (while very excited about the new smells) in the woods.  What fun to run around a tree with me running around calling her to come back so we could unwind.  Then she learned that you poop when you are on a leash outside.  At home I just open the door to the dog yard.  This was all good practice for the Colorado Specialty coming up.  She learned each of those things within an hour.  Oh yes, she learned how six can sleep in a queen sized bed during a thunder storm in a tin can.

The way home the brakes were a bit louder but no one seemed to mine except us.  It’s amazing how long 2.5 hours feels with grinding brakes.  Luckily the camp is in the foothills of the Adirondacks and not the middle or other side and on the return the trailer was mostly full of laundry and not eaten food.  There were more birds up there than I had ever heard.  More bugs maybe?  There sure were a lot of mosquitos!  I even heard a thrush – my very favorite bird.

Everyone was happy to be home and attacked each other going through the door.  My new insoles which help with the footsie pain a bit arrived in the mail and I started grooming Karla for the show.  Not too hard because I had kept her up and I got everything done but her legs.  I am NOT happy with her tail set.  Of course you can’t see it because unless she is really excited about seeing Mr. Wabbit outside you can’t tell.  It was amazing how much hair came out when I had stripped her down to nothing before.  And as for her nails – I swear to you that I drew no blood but she screamed and acted like I was amputating her foot off.

Today I was lucky and got an appointment with my orthopedist who liked my insoles and took several standing xrays of my footsies and told me that my feet were built correctly, there were no broken bones any more and he couldn’t find one thing wrong and referred me to a podiatrist when I get back to the show.  This is good news, but it is bad news.  Then we went on to the Vets (Paul had to drive because it hurts to drive standard and I wasn’t going to drive that brakeless thing, and Karla was very brave and wagged her tail at all the other small and big dogs and wanted to play.  She got her health certificate and clearance for heartworm and lyme and then slept on my lap all the way home.   She’s still sleeping so I won’t tell her she has another grooming session tonight.

Meanwhile, I’m going to take a nap.

Noodles

Facebook Groups

Reading my favorite Facebook posts which are “Down East Portuguese Water Dogs”, “Dunham Lake Australian Terriers” and “Australian Terrier International”, I am realizing that each page really represents the the owner of the page more than the group. All three pages love dogs, have good information on them and are involved in the showing of American Kennel Club registered dogs. But yet, all three are so very different.
DownEast Portuguese Water Dogs is mostly involved with breeding and showing of their dogs in many different categories. Obedience, rally, conformation and many things that I know nothing about. I joined this group because I love both the managers of the group. They are experienced, they love their dogs, they are careful about where they place their puppies and they work with them in all sorts of ways. I don’t have a Portuguese Water Dog so I’m somewhat confused as to why anyone would want to go out on a boat and throw orange things at the dogs. Actually, I can’t even swim. Perhaps they could start a life saving training program for them. Maybe there is one already! However, what I do notice is that everyone in this group is totally involved with their dogs. None are chained to doghouses and all are worked with and loved and watch TV on the couch with their owners. These are people that love their dogs and want them to excel in what they were bred for. The people that are involved and communicate with each other in this group are not Presidents that bought a PWD just to be a family member taken care of by an employee. This is a group that is serious about their dogs and I applaud them.
Dunham Lake Australian Terriers is a group that is more social. Although there are many “show” people that contribute, there are more “pet” people. The pictures are more from proud parents and if you are in the group you better darn well “like” the pictures of some of the homeliest Australian Terriers that you have ever seen. Since many of the people don’t know everything about the health and care of dogs and many of the people actually DO know much about the care and health of the dogs intelligent questions are asked and people that have been through the same problems or have read something about the problems are more than willing to share the information that they have so that the answer seeker can have some help in solving the problems. Not all people know that their Vet is trying to help but does not know everything and hints and suggestions from the group that are passed to their Vets can help a great deal. There is a lot of love in this group also. When someone’s dog passes that we have seen pictures and heard stories about for years passes, it hurts us all. When someone is having personal problems and shares them with the group, again we give advice and encouragement. When someone shares that they are having a litter or going to a dog show we all share the excitement and thrill of new puppies or a nice win. (or even a “no” win but a great effort and performance).
Australian Terrier International is a group that has been needed for years. I do have and love the Australian Terrier because I think they like all four feet on the ground (or in the ground) just as I do my two feet. None of this diving off piers into ice cold water to pick up an orange thing. Because the Australian Terrier is not one of the very popular dogs there is a small gene pool. Combining this gene pool CAREFULLY with European, Russian, Australian, etc. gene pools perhaps we can get back to healthier dogs. When I bred Aussies 25 years ago, no one was willing to fess up to the problems in their lines (what, start over?) and artificial insemination was not common and was very expensive. 25 years later I come back to the breed with the thought of breeding again and I see HUGE Aussies with the same problems only with a bit more confessing going on. The question is whether we are going to combine the gene pools and have the world’s Aussies have health problems or are we going to combine the gene pool and cull out the health problems. I pray that it is the later. There are some absolutely gorgeous Aussies out there (with health problems) and unfortunately, because people want to win at dog shows, the don’t care as long as they get the ribbon.
Australian Terrier International (ATI) is a way to get in touch with people worldwide and listen to their stories and the health problems with their pet dogs so that you can avoid those breeders that have the health problems. Again, unfortunately, you rarely hear of health problems in the show dogs. Although we need the judges to tell us whether we are “kennel blind”, the judges can be persuaded just as politicians to choose an unhealthy (or just plain ugly) dog and can also just not know of the health problems of the dog they choose.
At the moment, I have an Australian Terrier bitch that is way over the standard size but she is healthy, she has the best head I have ever seen, the largest ears, the best front and rear and her tail has not been docked. I have had other Aussies that were beautiful and then had a nightmare litter. So who do I choose? The one I have and breed her to a smaller, healthy dog. It has always been a rule of mine to have a Championship on any dog I breed so that I know that a third party has looked at them and approved them. I now believe that it is frosting on the cake to have a Championship. I just want them healthy. To me, at this time, this is the most important issue because I love the breed.
So, going back to Facebook, I truly believe that the groups that are on Facebook are what the owners want. I give credit to all three of those owners. They keep in touch and read the postings so that they can keep troublemakers out of the groups, they join in with their knowledge, and for whatever reasons, they are the ones responsible for making those groups successful and my hat is off to them. Thank you, you three!

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Future History

As most of you know, I was appointed as Town Historian (there was no other applicant) and am so excited about it! But then, I broke my foot and now I can’t get over there to look at and breath in the things that are in the buildings. Beside the fact that you probably all know how closed up buildings feel even colder than the outdoors which has been none to warm lately. So I begged my husband to at least help me bring the contents of one file cabinet home to examine.
I have also been immersed in a Museumwise class entitled “Preservation of Photographs and Albums”. So, you know what is coming… This is a very small town. We don’t even have a zip code. But, we do have three historical buildings that contain historical items which show how the people lived here and who they were so I think we are extremely lucky to be able to see our past. I, for one, am not too keen on looking at the future but am a firm believer that we will be needing to use the skills that were important in the past. So, I pulled all of the pictures so that I could store them correctly, identify them and at least stop the deterioration of them. There are so many developments (that was a pun) in preservation that I’m surprised at the good care that they have had so far but some are fading away and look like pictures of ghost houses and people. To stop their deterioration further, this small town needs a de-humidifier, an air conditioner and a small self-defrosting refrigerator; all to be placed in the office where the pictures will be kept. Also, will I live long enough to put them into archival sleeves, matts or boxes? Another expense for a small town. And, are the pictures even important enough to anyone but me to do this? So, we need volunteers and funds for materials from and for a town where there are not enough volunteers to start a Historical Society.
However, I’m having fun! Going through the documents and looking at the pictures I have actually found pictures AND two composition books about my Grandmother’s Mother’s family! Since I have been working on my genealogy for years now – this is BONANZA time. I am now photocopying them. I also plan on photocopying all of the pictures so that we can use those for display and not the originals. It would be nice if I only handled them once and did this when I placed them in the archival containers. Dream on.
Meanwhile, the condition of my house gets worse and worse. Because of my foot, I can do almost nothing so it is dark in here and dreary and piled up with stuff (including one file cabinets contents from the Old Town Hall) and just plain filthy. I would like to sell the whole thing for whatever we can get at the moment and move into a tiny, one bedroom, two bath on the water with windows all around. Of course it would have to have a big enough yard to enclose four terriers and far enough away from neighbors so that we don’t get fined every day for the noise ordinance violation.
I’m wondering how to go about hiring a cleaning crew. When they come in do they wear nose plugs and put things away where you tell them to? Do they dust, wash glass, clean ceramic and wood floors? Change curtains? I mean, I can’t do any of that stuff and my husband doesn’t even notice it because (I should be happy) he is making money so that sometime he can retire in a teeny tiny airy house by the ocean with our dogs.
Well, live long and happily and write composition books about your family for future generations to make them happy.