It's so Lame

Today I have:
One dog that needs shots twice a week and the multi colored pills at each meal.
One dog starting the toxic lysodern treatment with water monitoring and backup prednazone dosages.
One horse with ulcers.
One horse with something potentially blown in an area suspicously close to a suspensory.
One dog who jumped on the dinner host's table.
One dog with the recovering bicepial tendon sheath with slow weave poles.
One cat with ticks.
One cat with matts.
One cat that ate a baby bunny in front of a nice family that wasn't used to nature.

Also my car is locked behind a gate at the body shop of evil.

But how cool does Ruby look here?

Give it to Me

Different kinds of people like dog agility. In one class, there may be 2 junior high teachers. Teaching high school, jr. high and nursing seem to be popular careers. Retired is another popular career. I have a 30 year old Swiss potential horse trainer, 2 40ish jr. high teachers, a married university administrator, a 14 year old with a dog that wears a jacket, and a triathelete with a slow dog in one class. Those jr. high teachers are tough. They need empirical data as proof of everything. One of them, when I suggested she use a clicker to teach her dog to hit a target, gave me a smirk, asked someone for a clicker and clicked it at her clearly horrified dog who is afraid of the sound right by his head to prove to me it wouldn't work. Like a smirky 13 year old. I believe she comes from the land of obedience. That's sort of like the difference of dressage ladies to hunter jumper people.

Matilda is here, so I'm up to 4 dogs of all sizes now. She's a good dog, she's slowing down so she is on the Timmy team. It's way easier to have 4 dogs than 3 because they split up into even teams. The mutants are one evenly matched team and Matilda and Timmy are the other. They stay at home and sleep while the mutants go to work and either escape out of their pen and run amuck or sleep. They have all been enjoying their fancy brand new Pathfinder where I cram them all into the back section and they get muddy paw prints everywhere, but it goes back today.

Timmy has to have more blood tests, the $300 kind, today before he starts the toxic medicine that may improve his quality of life. No one really knows. I'm trying to do the right thing. How could I not pick the right thing for Timmy.

Talk to Me

One of the fun things I do because I like dogs is go speak at city council meetings so I can keep walking around with them-the dogs, not council members, in Lighthouse Field and Its Beach. It's a long, convuluted and dramatic story about why we won't be able to run around there after November 15 of this year. Really long, and don't even try to go there, a history of it I believe is posted on Friends of Lighthouse Field. But that's what I did last night. I always make up my speech in line so I can say something that no one else did. Last night's speech, which was on tv, was only ok, but it was different than the others. So over it. Just want to walk the dogs around on my ranch.

The new ranch, leased, not owned, is in Watsonville and the dogs have to stay in a crate or pen there. I am fully ok with this since it means getting out of the old ranch. May 1, we are in the new place. But it's not a good ranch for dogs.

I have Matilda, so 4 dogs right now. All sizes and shapes. They like having a 4th, it means there are 2 teams and they are more evenly matched. All barking is outlawed at my house when there are 4 of them. I become evil dog drill seargent. They are living the life of luxury right now, driving around in the giant blue Nissan Pathfinder rental SUV til I get my car back. They have to all sit in the back and not shed or leave evidence of their existence in there.

The thing that we are missing from saving the beach and dog field is a Jimmy McNulty. Someone needs to be skulking around the backrooms investigated the council and state muckety mucks that are in on the litigation bringing in dirt. The closest thing we have is maybe Joseph in his black leather chaps talking about shady backroom politics and war, kind of PETA or Middle East like. But he is no Jimmy McNulty. The only cop I know is the 21 year old Boardwalk Security guard from the mountains who is on her way to be a border patrol police in Texas. She would not be useful.

back to blog

So then I didn't put it on the blog, and then it was too long from blogging, and I hate to be a blog cliche. But you know, a lot of things about me are cliches, so then what the heck.

Like my Nissan Pathfinder. Which is a rental this week since a girl hit my car when it was parked and now it's in the shop. So I am driving around in a Nissan Pathfinder which seems sort of cliche and not me.

Or the bitching I was doing at yesterday's dog show. Just like a good dog show lady! Because I didn't have time to get the dog out in time and was working too hard and blah blah blah. Just like the dog show ladies do! Do most dog show ladies listen to LCD Soundsystem and wear deer alien shirts and camoflage? Because my new look is sort of Ted Nugent style deer hunter. I am so over the sporty pants. I hung an old wood toy shotgun in the living room with the wood deer head and Gary almost tried veto power. Here is my new hero-this lady taxidermist.

The dogs were ok at the dog show yesterday. This time of year we just go, go, go to the dog shows. Ruby was off and on, she won all her classes but for one that she just melted down in. She was tired. They are out of shape. Otterpop was ok, slow but no freakouts and did her teeter totters. We love a dog named tater but not tater tot. We all need to get into better shape. Timmy being sick keeps us slower, but I don't like to leave him home.

Matilda comes to stay this week. So we'll be up to 4 dogs. In the Nissan Pathfinder. Blue. Dark blue. Clean. Large!