Otterpop Eats the Xmas

So one damn dog who I left home to do the Christmas shopping ate another small vintage plastic xmas tree and also 2 holes in one of my best hats which has brown and yellow and gray stripes. Damn dog.

My motto for Christmas is get your head out of your ass!

We adopted a family at the barn that had nothing. Nothing. Day laborer, wife, 2 young boys. Some people gave them a little, some a lot but we sent a shitload of bags of gifts and gift cards for neccessities for them. That is a get your head out of your ass Christmas. The rest of the stuff is fluff.

I think that is going to be my new years motto too.

Timmy is kind of a pile of fluff but he perks up and runs around some. I have to just watch him. I am not going to let the pettiness of the rest of my life spoil however much good time he has left. That's a get your head out of your ass Christmas. Next time I whine about real estate, just tell me to get my head out of my ass.

Perspectives

OK, we adopted a family for Christmas. Not everyone in the barn wanted to do this, for various reasons. It's a day laborer, his wife who doesn't work, their 6 and 9 year old boys. Some of the things on their wish list to have a merry xmas include dish soap and shampoo. I got them a bunch of stuff yesterday. Including the stars wars swords with sounds. And the walkie talkies. And sheets for beds. And batteries. Like they are not asking for the moon here. Why not everyone wants to participate in this is beyond me. Especially since our customers definitely have the income bracket to be able to buy a couple toys or bath towels. One super beloved client said he didn't want to do it because he did this once about 20 years ago and the family didn't thank them. OK.

It's raining, one of those days where the dogs are looking at me like, let's go. Only Timmy loves to go out in the rain, the other 2 range from not really loving it to one that melts when she touches water from the sky. Timmy's health is not so great right now. He is 13. He is likely cushinoid, has cataracts, a neurological thing in his back/hind end that mixes with arthritis to make him not so great at walking far any more or up hills. But he is my champ. He's been riding on the bike more, making the mutants run next to it. Sleeping a lot. He is fairly symptom free for the many things he may have. I just want him to be happy, I don't want to go to invasive medicine land just to give him more months if the cost is trips to the vet and a lot of shots. Poor buddy. I have a number of friends with similarly aged dogs that are kind of getting here right now. The mutants are great dogs, but they're not timmies. Timmy is one of those once in a lifetime dogs, I'm afraid.

I am getting ready to gear up to go to the mud hole. Actually, a big plus of the current place is the covered arena. Much as I hate it sometimes, it's pretty nice to be able to get the horses out in the rain. It's just a hard place to hang out at in this weather.

Dog on a bike

Timmy rides in the bike basket all the time now. He has a lot of things somewhat wrong with him, making it hard for him to walk easily all the time. I don't like seeing his legs shake so much and get so tired out. So her rides in his basket, and the mutants have to get tied together and hitched up to a bungy cord and run next to us. Pop has to carry her frisbee in her mouth so she doesn't bark all the way down our block.

Why it stops then starts

I think a Lot of blogs do this.
Mine has to do with the real estate. It freaks me out and I stop. And it freaks me out I write about being a weird dog lady. Do you understand the weird jeans? When you wear jeans that are not good jeans but bad jeans. That would be weird jeans. It isn't really appropriate to write about them or wear them.

So let's catch up, friend. It's raining here now. It's December! The holidays. This holiday season I am not inspired. I am working on some real estate dealings but not to buy. That is just not happening at the moment, I go back and forth between freaking out about never having my own ranch and being OK with it, really. Like Ok in a Tony Robbins, positive thinking way for like 5 minutes. And then I try to Christmas shop for like 5 minutes and it's all over with. I think my attention span is exactly 5 minutes. Unless I am making a picture in the computer.

Isn't this blog about agility? We are on break from our Wednesday classes, which is sort of nice to have more of a normal life. I had a lesson with Jim, he thinks I do a fine job overall but with many flaws but not the doom and gloom I describe to him. Otterpop is still somewhat insane, she may not be a real genuine show dog for a while. Ruby will resume her show career this spring, unless I always have to work on Sundays, which is a distinct possibility in my future. We'll see. Work should not erase my agility career! I should be practicing with the dogs, but i am not.