We Are Not Amused

This is a very bad picture of Ginger as of last night at 5:25 P.M. I decided a week ago that maybe I'd start trying to shave her down myself. The above coat is only a partial coat for her - it gets another inch or two longer if I let it. So armed with my new clippers last night I tied her to the oven door (yes, seriously), sat on the kitchen floor and went to it.

Did I mention that I've never shaved another living being before? Well, other than my ex-husband's head and only once at that... if that tells you anything. Well, and then there's a few passes on a sheep here and there - not fabulous, and never have I done an entire sheep with clippers.

I happen to think Ginger looks pretty good - she's pretty smooth and seriously less hairy. Her legs are not as smooth as I'd like - that part was VERY tricky. She was good though - apparently she knows the drill because when I'd get ready to do a certain part she'd lift things up for me. Cracked ME up. She, however, is not amused.

Not. Amused.

Still not amused. I think the bath in the cactus somethingorother doggie shampoo may have made her feel less amused.

Nick, on the other hand is very amused.

Actually she feels mucho better - she's been doing zoomies in the living room this morning and prancing around like a spring chicken. But for some reason every time I pull out a camera at lunch she gets a bit grumpy. She forgives me though.

Breezy Hill SDT updates to follow later - I had to share the Turd's new 'Do first!

Friends, Dogs, and the Week Coming Up

Friday night Dan King came over to Julie's to hang for a couple of days, and while here he got some pics of the Noodlehead (including the header photo). Actually, that's Twist in the above picture - Nick was down the field bringing the sheep back up for Julie & Twist to hold out for Kelly & Jen. It was early, and I was desperate for coffee. Obviously. Robin came over too - and we had a good day of friends and dog working... and the Backyard Grille.

I think the best part was getting to hang with good friends all weekend long! Julie, Robin, Kelly, Dan and I all converged to work dogs on Saturday, and then Julie, Dan and myself on Sunday too. Saturday night I met up with Sandy & Pam for movie night - and I had a lot of great sober fun! Did I mention there was lots of food involved? There was lots of food involved. To top off the weekend Julie and I went to the Farmer's Market late yesterday and came back with lots of yummy vegetables that probably won't last past today.

Anyway, Dan is stupid smart and has all sorts of mad skillz I'd have never guessed. Not only that - but he's a really nice, funny guy. He also agreed to crop my behind out of any pictures, which makes him even nicer in my mind. So here are a few Noodlehead shots:

There's more but Blogger isn't being very cooperative this morning and I've finally run slap out of patience. Between my computer at home crapping out, the archaic one I've borrowed in the interim being... well... archaic, and Blogger being uncooperative I'm technologically frustrated today.

Saturday Robin helped me to help Nick to figure out how to deal more effectively with heavy sheep. Then yesterday the sheep were very willing to split so we managed to get some good shedding practice in. I've tried hard not to mess with shedding sheep that don't want to split with Nick. My ineptitude at this shedding thing coupled with sheep that are clumping was a recipe for frustration for both of us - so I was thrilled to get the opportunity to work on it yesterday. One of the things that I realized while watching Julie was that I was contributing to the clumping thing by letting the sheep get right on top of me - which I worked on NOT doing yesterday. It helped. A lot.

This week promises to be insanely busy. I'm heading up to Roy Johnson's this coming weekend, and somehow between now and then I've got to get the yard done, get packed, meet two different family members for dinner (I'm trying to talk them into all of us getting together), and various other things. But this coming weekend promises to be more fun with friends and dogs, so I'm really looking forward to it. I'm excited to go back to Roy's WITHOUT the taco. It had better be a taco-free weekend.

If Blogger gets more cooperative later I'll post some more Nick pics.

Another Rambly Monday Morning

It's been an eventful but yet uneventful week (read that to say I've been busy but haven't done anything stupid enough to require rescuing). I finished cutting down those trees (the ones I could) without getting the chainsaw stuck any more, and blah blah blah. I didn't have much work for the dogs this past weekend - Linc turned up inexplicably lame on a rear leg Thursday morning, so I'm going to rest him some for good measure. That's one more bouncy dog, I'll say that.

Saturday I went over to Julie's, and she, Kelly and I spent a good bit of the day tromping around in the woods and brush looking for Maia. Maia unfortunately went missing during the storms last week, so we thought to make some passes out in the woods looking for her. Still no sign of her - but I managed to get a tick in my shoulder, a sunburn, sore feet and legs, and what may be poison ivy on my ankles. That's productive, right?

Speaking of sore feet and legs... did you know that when your behind gets too big for your feet they hurt? Your feet that is. That is the conclusion I came to this weekend. So today I signed back up to my WW online account - I can't have this. I can't stand being in pain for doing the things I want to do - particularly when it's completely avoidable. I don't really have the $$ for it right now - but I also don't have the $$ to deal with my fat behind either, and all of the health issues that come with being overweight. So there.

Yesterday I went over to help Chuck Reloaded with shearing his sheep. Tony & Mary came over, and we got them done. It wasn't all that pretty - and I have definately learned that being a shearer is not my lifetime calling. Well, at least not a shearer of hair sheep that refuse to shed (and act crazy as heck). They should feel better now though!

One of the things that I was attempting to do with my sheep (before I had to sell them) was to increase their ability to shed. I bred my ewes that first year to a 3/4 Katahdin ram - who was an excellent shedder, and his lambs shed better than their mothers (but still not very well). This year Chuck bred them to Darci's St. Croix ram - and we're hoping this year's lamb crop will do a decent job of shedding (the third generation lambs should). Time will tell - but I'd prefer to have either REALLY good shedding hair sheep, or nice wool sheep - one or the other. Not that it's my problem anymore, but still. I have opinions.

Two weeks ago I started working on fixing Nick's approach into a pasture or to the handler's post - and it's been amazing to me what a difference it's made in him. It fixed the shape of his outrun, and fixed his attitude also. I'm re-evaluating how I feel about that particular issue, because I've really learned something from this. Yeah, OK, so Robin's told me a million times, but now I SEE it since I've been working at fixing the mess I allowed to happen. See, Nick has opinions too. When he was younger he didn't have enough opinions - and he's making up for it now. Interesting how just now I'm really starting to see the holes in my training - what I need to be asking of my dogs, and things I need to be doing differently.

So it's going to be another hot and busy week, and I hope at the end of it my feet will hurt just a little bit less, because hopefully there will be less behind weighing them down.

Portrait of a Noodlehead

Kay Sander painted the above portrait of Nick from the header picture on this blog. I believe she used acrylics. I am so honored and awed by her - what a beautiful job she did! This is the prize for winning overall champion in Pro-Novice at Breezy Hill late last summer - and she brought it down with her to Robin's last weekend. I'm planning to get it framed as soon as I can, and a plaque with the information will go on it, too. How neat is that?

Speaking of Breezy Hill, I just sent my entry in to run him in Ranch there (and Nursery if they get enough dogs) at the end of this month. I've opted to keep us in Ranch for a while yet - more to get my feet under ME than anything. I'm looking forward to it.

Editor's Note: The header photo has been changed since this post.

Seriously?

Seriously? Because my life isn't fun enough. My lawnmower won't crank (and you could probably find a small child in my grass), and I now have a chainsaw (that doesn't belong to me) stuck in my tree. The limbs that have been successfully sawn down are laying in my yard, and the chainsaw is stuck in my tree. S-T-U-C-K. In my tree.

Also stuck in the tree are two leashes that I tried to use to pull the limb over to unstick the chainsaw.

I climbed up in this tree. Seriously. In the dark.

My back hurts, I'm sweating and nauseated, and I'm convinced that I have ticks all over me. I think I'll just go to bed.

Interview With an Idiot

My internet is out. Again. Well, not exactly, today it's in, but Friday night it was out. For the what, fourth or fifth time? So I called the Cable company, and had a session with the repair tech dude. Anthony. It went a little bit like this (after all of the introductory mumbo):

Anthony: Let me pull up your repair history. (fiddle click fiddle click) Ok, ma'am, you say your internet's not working?

Me: Yes sir. First let me give you some background information - this is an ongoing problem. I've been having connection problems for about a month now. I got a new modem about two weeks ago, and that didn't fix my problem. The tech was out here last week, and after checking the modem and the computer he felt sure the problem was outside in the stump - that everything in the house was OK. So he sent an outside repair crew over that next day. It worked fine for a week, and now it's out again. The cable light is off, so it appears to be completely off line again. I've tried resetting the modem about three times now, and it's still not working. I probably need to get someone out to check the repairs in the stump again.

Anthony: Is the cable light on?

Me: No sir, the cable light is off.

Anthony: Let me see if I can connect to your modem. (click, pause, fiddle, click) It appears that your modem is off line.

Me: right, that's what I said.

Anthony: Lets try resetting your modem.

Me: I've already done that. Three times. It didn't help.

Anthony: Well, you may need a new modem.

Me: Sir, this IS a new modem. I just got it two weeks ago. It's cute, too. It's a cute modem, and it's new.

Anthony: In that case I need to schedule a tech to come out and make sure that the problem isn't inside the house.

Me: I've already had a tech out, and as I said before he indicated that the problem was in the stump outside, that everything inside was working as it should. I don't see why they can't just come check outside. The tech that was out last week said the problem was signal strength - in the stump. Outside.

Anthony: We need to make an appointment to check to see that the problem isn't inside the house.

Me: Ok, fine. But seriously - this is getting old. This is seriously disrupting my social life.

It's obviously not Anthony's fault that he's an idiot and doesn't listen to what other people tell him. At that point I was banging my head against the wall and I realized he wasn't hearing anything I was telling him. I have internet again for the moment, but seriously, I'm starting to think maybe I should just turn the modem in and go to DSL. They, the phone people, appear to be slightly less idiotic. He's lucky I didn't just jump through the phone and choke him. Seriously.

Circle BR SDT - Memorial Day Weekend

I rolled up to Dr. Ben's about mid-afternoon on Saturday with five dogs, a tent, and a minivan. It was already warm and muggy, and they were unfortunately almost already finished with Open when we got there. They decided to do Jackpot Runs, so I entered Nick on a whim. Nick had never done quite such a long outrun, and we'd never worked on a terraced field. Suffice it to say that I set him up wrong, and then when he started to pull in I stopped him to redirect him - and it weirded him out. Nick's generally a pretty good outrunning dog - he typically runs wide (often wider than I'd like) and deep, and finds his sheep. Where I stopped him he couldn't see the sheep, so he was all like, "What? What? Why are you stopping me here??". Let me say... it's a long way up that hill, but it makes for some good activity points.

After that, she who shall rename nameless provided me with a Margarita flavored wine cooler to drown my hurt feelings in. Unfortunately the combination of empty stomach, a drink drunk too fast (I was bolting it down as we pulled up to the Church for dinner), dehydration, and being a lightweight to begin with yielded a slightly tipsy me. So there we were in the Church for dinner, and the judge was sitting with us - and I'd never met her before (although she's very neat) - and I was an inebriated novice handler. Bad combination. I managed to keep a lid on it (by basically shutting my trap and sitting there as quietly as I could, which wasn't easy), which was a very good thing. When we got back, however, Julie and I began to set up our tents. Fortunately Robin was nearby to rescue me, as I was stumbling over things, trying to figure out how to set up my tent.

Later that night I managed to stumble out into the woods (sans flashlight 'cuz I didn't want anyone to know I was going to potty in the woods). I fell into a hole, and then I peed on my feet. Oh yeah, good times.

It rained. It rained and rained, although there were some breaks, and when it wasn't raining it was so humid that it was impossible to ever get truly dry. I'll admit, however, that this was far preferable to the blaring sun and 98 degrees that we usually somehow wind up with. But did I mention that it rained? And that we (Julie and I) were sleeping in tents? Poor Julie's tent leaked pretty badly, so she had it even worse than I did.

Anyway, when Monday rolled around I ran Nick in Nursery and Ranch. For Nursery they set the outrun up about 2/3 of the way up the hill. I had to redirect Nick once, but he took it this time. Looked good... right up until the point where he came cranking right into the back of the sheep. He then proceeded to punish them yet a second time. It took me until he was about halfway to me before I could get ahold of him - and when I finally got him to stop the sheep started running even faster. We mostly flanked wildly and tried to keep them from running off into the sunset at that point. I was rattled, the sheep were rattled... oh but Nick was having a great time. He managed to even chest butt them when they tried to head to the exhaust.

We had our lowest score ever (although it was in fact a score). I think we managed to get two points on our drive - but I think those were mercy points. Anyway, I didn't make the connection initially to his buggering the sheep being the cause of the running (and looking back I can't say that I blame them) but Robin helped me to see that, and I developed a plan for our Ranch run.


We walked to the post in Open Ranch and I sent him to the right instead. I had to redirect him twice, but I got him all the way out there (it was the full course with a maltese cross and then pen). As soon as the sheep lifted their heads I put him on the ground. I let him take a few steps, and dropped him again. After rinsing and repeating he got the message and we had a really nice run after that. He basically marched the sheep around the course from that point. We had a nice enough fetch - a few wiggles, but nice. We had a jig turning the post, and Nick managed to goose them, so we had to catch them before they could think about the exhaust.

The drive away was really nice. We had a few issues with the crossdrive (wide turn and a few jogs off line, and it took me a bit to get them back on line). It was, however, probably one of the better crossdrives we've managed. It was a LONG drive. Actually, it was a big course for us, really, all the way around. We managed the maltese cross with not a single point off - it was really pretty, as was the pen. We wound up third in Open Ranch - 4 pts out of first. We lost 6 pts for the redirects on his outrun. There were some really nice runs, and I was very pleased with him. We even got a cool third place plaque to hang on the wall.

On the way home I noshed on some Ghirardelli brownies that Julie made - they were OMG good. I had a good time, but it was good to come in out of the rain. I enjoyed getting to scribe some for the judge (Lyle Lad) - I felt like I learned a lot. She was very personable, fair, and consistent.

That was our weekend. I am not sure what's up next. I had intended to move Nick up to Open before too long, but now I'm feeling more like we might need a bit more time in Ranch. We shall see.

Picture by Julie Poudrier

6 Things

I've been tagged by Julie at http://www.willowsrest.blogspot.com/ to participate in this meme, so here we go. I'm afraid if you're looking for waxing poetic about butterflies and lilies this won't be THAT list.

6 things that I appreciate that may, to someone else, seem unimportant, but to me are precious:

1. Lip Stuff (balm, gloss, whatever) There's nothing in this world I hate more than sticky lips. If I try to leave the house without it I go back for it.
2. Granny Panties They don't win any sexy points, but sure are comfy. Matter of fact, add comfy pants to this one too. I hate being pinched by clothes. Hate. What's worse is that most undies these days are either cut up to your eyeballs, or down past your hipbones. Yay for Granny Panties I say!
3. Having most of my Family nearby While in some ways it can be difficult, it's nice to be able to just "duck in" or stop by and see them.
4. Bacon Cheese Fries You knew that had to be in there.
5. Getting in out of the rain
6. The feel of my dogs laid out against my back at night (until they make me start to sweat that is).

Ok, so maybe I almost waxed poetic there for a moment. There are so many things I appreciate that make my life better, easier and fuller. I need to tag what was it, six people? Five? I'll think on it.

Trial report will be coming tomorrow probably. Today I'm trying to recover.

Ok, I'm back. I've thought, and I'm going to try to tag some that haven't posted much lately. Then I'm going to email them and harrass them into submission. Hah!

Rachel - http://www.brassinefamily.com/
Jen - http://www.jeninslo.blogspot.com/
Kathy - http://www.sognvalleybc.blogspot.com/
Kelly - www.timberviewfarm.blogspot.com

and then not slackers, but I'd love to hear from

Carolynn - http://www.bcxfour.blogspot.com/
Chasing the Dog - http://www.wannabestockdog.com/

Cough it up. Please?

Tiny Garden Update

I promised some tiny little garden updates did I not? The above picture shows my tiny little yard, my two tiny little garden boxes (surrounded by the dogs' ex-pens) and two of my three hanging tomato plants. Oh, and I just realized that the folding chair is in the way. Oopsie! The third hanging plant I don't think will make it - I waited too long to get it in the pot. It is not a happy plant. It is a very angry plant. Angry.

This is the second bed I planted, and the spinach, lettuce and green beans I planted from seeds. The thyme, oregano, marigolds (thank you Julie for the marigolds, and thank you Michelle for the help with companion planting!) are from plants. I have one tiny tomato plant (with a friend) growing in the bucket - my Mom had one plant left over. I'll be interested to see how it does. I ran out of dirt too, so we'll see.

This is the first box - shown a few weeks ago. Holy cow.

The hanging tomato plants are practically insane:

One of my 'maters on the hanging plant (the one to the right):

This one was my first, and it's a bit bigger than a golf ball. I'm like a proud mama. Seriously. I actually planted the marigolds last night around 10pm. In the dark. I still have dirt under my fingernails.

The cherry tomato plant is insane. Seriously, that thing is exploding everywhere. The pepper plant has blooms on it, but so far I don't see any evidence of a vegetable. But it's early yet. The hanging plants (aside from the angry plant) have lots of blooms, and lots of tomatoes already growing. The one on the left has yellow heirloom pear shaped tomatoes - but I couldn't get a picture of them easily. They're not yellow yet anyway - but they ARE pear shaped.

This is fun. Doing it this way means little to no weeding, which makes me VERY happy. I don't do weeding. If you don't believe me you should see the flower beds on the front of the house.

Next year I plan to do more research on companion planting beforehand - I'm sort of behind the curve this year on that one. I'm also thinking about trying to grow lettuce and spinach year round. Fun times! I'd have never thought two years ago that I'd even consider planting ANY sort of thing.

Of Dogs and Massage Chairs

Of Dogs...

The Crazies are all doing well, and I've been the slacker (so I've been told) about updating this. So, here we go. Linc is coming along nicely and I'm thinking he'll be ready to run Pro-Novice soon. He's been doing some practical things with me, and seems to really flourish in that regard. I didn't get a chance to work him this past weekend, and last week I was feeling rather the grump and opted out of working any dogs (other than to help Julie with a few sorting chores). He seems to come along leaps and bounds every time I work him here lately - I need to get him out more.

I'm truly anxious for the day that I have regular every day work for my dogs - sheep of my own again, and the space for all of us. Some days it's all I can do to stand my life in the city. Sometimes I feel a little bit like I did when I was a kid with the chicken-pox, and the itching would get to that overwhelming point and nothing helped - and I just wanted to claw my own eyes out. That's what living in the city feels like to me most of the time. Dark and Twisty much? Hah!

The Noodlehead is looking good lately. He's starting to finally develop some eye - and is starting to look a bit stylish on occasion also. In addition to this fun development he's also getting harder-headed, pushier, and is growing up. We helped Julie last week for a few minutes with sorting out her Tunis ewes to go in with her new (and quite handsome, if roman-nosed) BFL ram. Our job was to sort off the Tunis, and then push them out into the unfenced area while she pushed out her new (and absolutely gorgeous) mules. So we put them out, and dang if they didn't just... take off running up the hill towards the street.

I sent Nick to bring them back, and Nick and the sheep were out of my sight for probably 30 seconds. He brought them back as nicely as he could. We also got to have another little mini lesson about flanking off of the path and into the brush. Not too long ago we were working up in the "Back 40" and when I'd try to get Nick to flank while on the path he Would. Not. Go. Off. The. Path. As a result one time he managed to push them back down the path and back up to the back gate of the pasture. I had to help him get off the path (the brush/woods/weeds are a visual barrier I think) but he did it finally.

I've been worried about making Nick too mechanical lately (read that obsessing over it) - so I've been trying to shut up and let him sort through some things. Now that he's matured a bit I'm trying to let him sort more of this stuff out on his own, and now he's tough enough to take my input when he needs it. I'm trying not to be as worried also - and it's working.

Of Massage Chairs...

My Mom treated me to a pedicure on Saturday. You know, they have these massage chair thingies right? Nice, very nice, so I got one heck of a massage while I was there too. I figure even if nobody but the girlz will be seeing my toes it's important to have cute toes. So I sat in the chair while the gal doing my toes made me giggle (OK, so I shrieked several times much to my embarrassment) and now I have cute toes.

But the massage chair? While fun at the time, I am now sore from neck to bootie. For reals. That dang-judy thing beat me up. Darci and Julie promise that they don't see any bruises on my back, but I'm so tender to the touch that it even hurts to lay down in the bed. It's not my muscles that are sore, either. I think that while cute toes are important maybe massage chairs should remain off in the future.

The garden is coming along too. I'm having an absolute ball with it, and I've been talking to my Mom about teaching me to can. I'm sure I could read books and figure it out for myself, but she's pretty darned cool and it'll be fun bonding and stuff.

I've also pulled out the drying rack. I'm making an effort to use my clothes dryer less (as close to not at all as I can get) and I'm toying with figuring out a way to rig up a clothes line too. I've had to explain to the dogs that the drying rack is not there so that they can rub up against the clean laundry (Nick and June's favorite thing aside from fresh poo).

That's pretty much it right now. I'm running Nick in Nursery and Ranch at Dr. Ben's on Memorial Day. I'm pretty excited about that. I'm tossing around the idea of making a few beaded lanyards to take with me also. I suppose it'll depend on how the week goes!