Getting there

Oh my!  I’m glad I planned one day per room for packing!  I start at one corner and go around the room picking what I can’t go without for a year plus when I get to the windows I stop and put in those horrible metal storm windows that you have to slide up but they don’t slide up.  I think that takes the longest time of all!  Then I sweep and make it look like nothing is missing to make it a bit easier for hubby and that way he doesn’t have to run around like crazy if someone wants to look at the house.

As advised, when you sell a house you should remove the clutter and make it as light as possible so at least that was all done.  When and if we sell the house at least about 2/3 is boxed and we will be able to put it in storage.  I sure hope it isn’t very soon though because I am beginning to fade, fade, fade….  I want to take everything.  Now I know what happens with downsizing.  We have always upsized!  I’m not quite ready to sell our stuff though.  I had an offer on my desk but I put the price so high they just gawked at me.  How can I sell my favorite things when I haven’t even decided on where I will be?

Hubby, of course stops working when he hears me cursing at the windows since I’m working upstairs now which is very nice of him.  I do have to admit that he has been my star supporter during this even though he is very depressed. (please don’t call the help line for him).

The plumber came over last night and removed all the roots from the pipe to the sewer, which was what was causing the problem.  That guy can do anything!  Except get up on a ladder.

If you are wondering why I have time to write this blog it is because I am now out of boxes and I can’t find my tape.  Grrrr.  I did the spare bedroom, which is what I am taking with me and the closet was horrendous.  Did we really ever use all those coats and single gloves?  And I thought I had just cleaned the house in September.  Does two months really make all that difference?  So, bags to the thrift store, which I hope my daughter will do because sometimes she can fit into my clothes and bags of trash then to sort through the coats.  Going to Maine?  Well I really need my bear coat and my rain coat and my jackets and my mukluks, and my high rain boots and my boots and my spikes and my shoes that are great in snow.  My gloves for riding horses (just in case) my super warm mittens and my regular gloves.  How to pack for a year?  No bikinis though, people would run away from me and I wouldn’t make any friends at all and what would they say at Meeting?  I HAD to pack one wash bowl and pitcher that was from my hubby’s family because the one from my family had too many pieces so you do see I am trying.  Now carry and pack the stuff in the last boxes, sweep the floor and the guest room is done.  If my husband has company he will have to have them sleep on the floor because I also took the futons for when we first arrive.

We are getting a 17′ truck and the manager came today and said if we want to get out of here Saturday then we will have to have three people.  One to pack, two to carry.  Up goes the price.  Actually, I am going to pay to have the manager here because we have a 10 hour (at least) drive ahead of us.  Hubby will get the truck, back it up to the barn, they will load it, move it to the front of the house, then add to the load and off we go.  It is supposed to be good weather, amazingly enough.

My dog just stole my pizza from my hand!

Speaking of dogs, Spider is doing much better.  She was off her food when I started packing.  She is old and doesn’t like new things.  She is the love of my life and leaving her here, although better for her, will be very hard.

I have decided to take my collection of jade flowers with me.  They were easy to pack and were in a corner cupboard that will fit nicely into my office.  I will paint it white and some other color (depending on what the floor is) which will brighten the room up nicely.  I’m not really crazy about knotty pine walls because they darken the rooms and I do like light.  This will, unfortunately be the only collection that I will take although my daughter has offered some red and white enamelware to match the red and white enamelware table that I am going to borrow from her.

Everything seems to be fitting together.  I don’t yet have a new neurologist nor have I selected my veterinarian but that should come in time and am not as frightened as I was.  Actually with all the support I have been getting, I am beginning to think that perhaps the Creator created this crises to make me move on to be happier.  I’m sure I will continue to have ups and downs and will always be angry at my family’s reaction and lack of sympathy for my problems but now perhaps I can start working on the forgiveness part (while I am shoveling the driveway!)

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.

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!

Aside

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.

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.

Soon they hit the rocks!

News from Huron, the Famous Resort City on Lake Ontario in NY (Meaning NOT New York City!

So, today is the day that I report to the courthouse to be “a potential juror”. I’ve only been worrying about this for two years when I got out of it because I was sick. Then, two months ago I got the dreaded letter that I had to fill out and return and then one month ago I got the summons and then today I have to be there by 9:15.
The good news is that at the moment it is not snowing. I think it is about 20 miles through the countryside and this has been a horrible winter for snow and of course I’m worrying about blowing snow because it is windy. I’ll have to bring my worry stone.
Paul woke me up on time. OMG! it was dark. I am so spoiled from not having to travel to a job. I get up, pick up the house, get dressed and start on the computer anywhere from 11:00 to 2:00 and only work to 5:00 or 6:00 then eat and iron, sew, whatever while watching a movie and then to bed. The dogs keep me on schedule. Like right now, as soon as I put on my sneakers, all four are lined up at the door because this week my Mother discombobulated me by have a stint put in and I’ve been out every day. Usually I dust the floor with my socks.
What to wear? Nothing formal, no rags, so I picked a sweater, skinny jeans and (believe it or not) matching sneakers. LOL! The sweater is yellow and blue, the skinny pants are blue and the sneakers are yellow and blue.https://aussiemagicvintiques.wordpress.com/wp-admin/media-upload.php?post_id=506&type=image&TB_iframe=1
What to take with me? A book, naturally I’m reading a big hard cover (Phelps and Gorham Purchase by Thomas), teeny weeny stickers for the book because I’m taking a teeny weeny purse, my license, my medical records, and, because I don’t worry, my DNR instructions, two Kleenex, my lorazipam for when I won’t take the oath because I’m a member of the Religious Society of Friends. I may chicken out on that one and a LARGE bottle of Jim Beam for the courtroom because I’m sure the Judge will need it. Oh drats, I thought I would get by the security check without having to put my stuff in a tray but I forgot about the keys. Should I leave my coat in the car so I don’t have to hassle with it? They confiscate your phones so I’ll leave that there. (Not that I ever use it which makes my daughter want to steal my lorazipam.
What a week. Mother is fine and I THINK I almost have a job as the Town of Huron Historian! It pays $.67 per day but I’m excited anyway AND I got my first Social Security check so I’m RICH! My husband is very excited that this will help him pay the bills (he thinks). I sort of celebrated by buyins some more dog-show clothes and shoes and entering Karla into some shows. And, knowing me, I called my handler (OMG he has grey hair now) to stand by for Syracuse and Springfield. The first two are matches and handling seminars so I can pretend I’ve never seen a dog leash before. This puppy is so shy! I took her over to see Mom and there were three other dogs there and my sister and brother-in-law and, as usual, we all have such similar views (not) that when someone started I about the Tea Party and Obama, Karla jumped on my lap and it was three to one and we argued to my coat and gloves and slipped out the door. I have to do some more research so I can back my opinions up. I didn’t even know who the Koch brothers were and I pronounced the entirely wrong way. Well, I should have known…Henceforth keep thy mouth shut on religion and politics! I’m going to be just wonderful working for the town! LOL! That is, if I live through this day or get picked for a trial that is 12 months long. Where is that worry stone???
As usual, my house is a complete disaster because the floor washer is broken and I ordered the parts 1/20 and they shipped them 2/16. I think I need to hire Billy across the street to use his plow in here. Karla’s favorite toys are the dust balls and she looks kind of like a wire fox terrier of a strange color when she comes up to me. I also need to go through Petfinders and pull the Aussies to list on Australian Terriers International. I should get RC involved in that. Some of those people really need his advice and vice versa but I’m not sure how much he uses Facebook. Another favorite place in Dunham Lake Aussies where Karla came from. I can honestly say that with the exception of four people they are my best friends. However, it isn’t time to worry about Colorado yet and stuffing Karla in the air pod. She isn’t going cargo even if I have to cut her legs and tail off.
Well, noodles, that’s the news and all the news from the Miller Zoo in Huron. Visits are allowed – $10.00 for adults and $5.00 for children. Beds and food extra. But, you ain’t gonna find Huron, NY, anyway. It’s in a black hole although it does have a web site AND MAYBE MY NAME WILL BE ON IT!!!!! They really like me a lot because of my mouth. That was my 10th application. LOL!!!

Breeders Choice or Breeders NoChoice…What a Choice!

I have joined a new group on Facebook which is called Breeders Choice. I am interested in anything regarding Australian Terriers (almost) and I already know most of the people that are in the group and also know that they are a wonderful group of people. This is the nice thing about Facebook. If you don’t like a person you can just “zap” them and they no longer exist for you, you don’t have to worry how they are going to take things or hear their opinions. I do worry how my friends take things I say and I do listen to their opinions but luckily, since they are my friends, their opinions are usually quite similar to mine.
If I understand correctly, this group is mostly concerned with being able to show their dogs in AKC events without having to surgically alter their tails or remove their dewclaws. According to the Australian Terrier Club of America you cannot do this without getting penalized. Which means, in effect, that an undocked dog can be as good as a docked dog and lose just because it is docked.
The American Kennel Club consists of many breed clubs. Each breed that is shown and is recognized by the AKC had a club which developed a “standard” for their breed and which had the AKC approve that standard. It actually is quite a hard task and big deal to get a breed accepted into the AKC and to develop a standard that the entire (or at least the majority) of the breed club approves and that is then approved by the AKC. Sometimes it takes years and years because when starting to be recognized by the AKC it is hard to have all the dogs of that breed look alike. For instance, in the southeast they may have broader shoulders and in the north east they may have longer hair and in the Midwest they may have flatter feet, etc. etc. etc. and the people of the club must all come together and decide which characteristic is best for the dogs to be able to perform their reasons for being. Most of these standards were developed years ago when the dogs worked for a living. I’m not saying that there are not any more dogs that work for a living but the standard states what their purpose was/is. I just watched a special on TV about Siberian trappers and they actually rely on their dogs to keep them alive in the wilderness at times.
Most standards, though, are obsolete because of changing times (such as real fox hunting). Still, in order to keep the breeds as close to their purpose as possible, the standard is used by breeders when they or AKC judges evaluate their dogs and their dogs are bred in accordance with and try to get closer to that one perfect dog that absolutely matches the standard. However, in getting a shorter back, for instance, you may breed with a shorter backed dog but that dog has longer legs so you end up with a shorter back but too long legs! Very frustrating.
Now we get to “Breeder’s Choice”. I believe that what the Facebook group wants is just to be able to let their dog’s tails and dewclaws be natural and to not be penalized in the show ring by the judges or their fellow exhibitors that are judging the dogs. This is an excellent start in having the people in the breed club realize that there is nothing wrong with having a natural tail – it is just a deviation from the standard at the moment and MAYBE, our group hopes, will be the standard. The more people that want that to be, the more chance that there will be that the Australian Terrier Club of America will put forth an effort to change their standard and to get the changes approved by the American Kennel Club. After all, docked tails are outlawed in Europe already.
However, where does it stop? Breeders Choice. Does this mean that if some breeders prefer their Australian Terrier’s color to have white in it that they should be able to have white in their coats? I don’t think so but our group really doesn’t specify which choice. Any choice? I, personally, think that the group should be named Breeders Advocating for Natural Tails and Dew Claws because I, for one, would not like to see an Australian Terrier with white spots or five legs or two tails. Although, if one of those things got rid of all the health problems that are in Aussies I would take it.
I am a very literal person and tend to get everything all convoluted because I take things so literally. I qualify everything I say. If asked a question, I answer it with “well if….but then if…, etc” so I’m having a problem with our group’s name I guess. I don’t want Breeder’s Choice. I don’t think that each Breeder should have a choice. I think that a movement should be made to talk with the parent club and discussions should be had with the members and non-members of the parent club and then the whole kit and caboodle should get together and agree. I think it is time for a change on this issue but I’m not going to get into a discussion THIS TIME about the ATCA and the people who control it. I’m sure many Australian Terrier people already know how I feel about the “powers that be”.
My thoughts, convoluted or not do not lie in the hands of PETA or HSUS. They belong in the hands of me and I would much rather see the parent clubs change their thinking than see either of those two groups lobby and make another law for us to follow or what else will come afterward?. Oh dear, Breeder’s Choice? I’m so glad that I’m not a breeder right now.
Have a wonderful 2014!!!

Nothing

So many things to think about as to reasons so many people in the North East U.S. are somewhat racial and why my tolerance level is getting lower and lower…like, the longer I am away from Southern California, the less I can tolerate real Mexican food. It’s just too darn hot! The older and less agile I get the less I like rap. Another reason is that I’m the person that if a sales person approaches me without me asking for something, I leave. And because of the bass in this music and because the people who play it assume that everyone likes it they force me to listen to it when they drive by. Even in the winter, with the storm windows on and the wind blowing. I’m becoming less patient as I age and I can’t listen to the complaints people are making about the economy, the weather, the roads and on and on and on are Obama’s fault. What? Is he God now or something? I find myself wanting to slug people saying “Oh! Another dog to show. It must be so nice to have so much money” as they drive by in their new cars with their trailers loaded with toys of all kinds or people saying “well the reason you can’t sell your house is because you over paid for it in the first place”. Why do I have to explain that we are not handy people and this house was in excellent condition and would only have optional projects to spend money on, that the acreage was what we needed for the horses and the barn was in perfect condition.

Good things that other people in my life and I feel? Yes there are some! I LOVE Mexican refried beans, burritos, rice, and guacamole that isn’t hot. I love gospel, blues, alternative and classical music that I choose and play for myself and no one else. There were only two choices for the presidential race and of course, neither of the choices were telling the truth or the wouldn’t have made it that far. At least one had a brain. I ADORE my new puppy whether I show her or not. I know exactly how big she will be when she grows up, the breeder sends me emails when it is time for her shots and you get what you pay for. (FYI I have three rescues also, one of which cost much more in the long run than this one). Our house is perfect for us with the updates we have made. We have lived her for seven years and have not had to fix anything other than the water heater which just went and we don’t have the horses any more so we could divide the lot if we wish.

So, are things bad? No, just exciting as in:

Karla’s first trip to the Vet:

Popped her into the Air Pod dog crate which I used on the plane and converts to a car traveler. No fuss, no muss. She was great all the way to the Vet’s which was about 25 minutes. I love that Air Pod, it flattens down to nothing has pockets and fleece that comes out to wash and has straps for seat belts. I recommend it highly for travel. I wouldn’t use it as a crate in the house though because it’s too small.

When we got there she was great. We went inside and there were cats and people (no dogs) and I’m not worried about her top line any more. She was gorgeous. The ear is a problem and I will tape it but Now that I’ve seen her natural alert pose, I think she is beautiful. Her rear may correct itself but I don’t think that it is so bad that I can’t correct it by grooming. She looked striking but it was kind of funny when you looked at that stance and then the ear flopping. LOL

Same Vet Practice as I took Spider and Cady but a different Vet. Her smug attitude really put me on the defense, also the technician. The Tech came in first and said OK, check up, last of the puppy shots and rabies, right. I said no rabies and no lepto. She said “well, she has to have rabies” and I said “not today with the rest of these shots thank you” and she said the Vet will be with you in a moment with her brows raised. Vet comes in (very matronly younger woman) and said – “So, it’s a 5 way and rabies right”. “We don’t give lepto unless a client asks. I told her “good for the lepto but NO rabies at this time” She started defending her position and I said “NO rabies at this time. This doesn’t mean I won’t get a rabies because I will, but not at this time.” She had a really nasty smile. Then I said that I wanted the shots that didn’t have the mercury in them. Another nice smile and “that would be this one”.

You would have thought Karla had just had her leg cut off. What a wuss! Was she like that with you? Or didn’t the Vet know how to give a shot slow and easy? Yipes, and we had the microchip to go yet. Karla was even worse for that and whined all the way home. I surprised she didn’t try to faint on the table.

Then I asked the Vet if she could tape up the ear for me. And she said (which I already knew) we don’t dock tails or ears in NY state. I told her that was good and neither did I but could she TAPE the ears. She gave me another pained look and said they didn’t have the equipment because they don’t dock. I said “right-o”. Then I asked for a prescription for the heartworm and she said that they sold it cheaper than online and they had online services. So, I said “fine, no prescription”. The other Vet there had given me a prescription for Spider’s thyroid no problem. Then they noticed all the bleeding from Karla from her microchip and were wiping it up like I didn’t see. I’ll be surprised if the thing didn’t come out with the blood. That has NEVER happened to me before.

Then back to the counter but Karla was still wagging her tail (and she has a very nice one by the way. I didn’t notice the way it was set but she has a nice moderate neck. Much longer and nicer than Beamer”s but certainly not as long as ? (Woody).

Up to the counter, mortgaged my car while Karla planted one on their rug naturally. I almost stepped on it and I think she did that on purpose. Luckily, they are solid now.

Going to the car my hands are full of receipt, sample packages, tag, purse and Karla and the plastic snap on Karla’s collar undid. I dropped everything on the pavement and dove for her. Got her, no problem except my heart then went back, got my stuff on the ground, drove home with no problem, went inside, locked door and here I sit hoping not to have to go anywhere for the next month.

Just Answer One Question, Would You?

Hmmmmmm. It looks like I never hit the publish button on my last blog so it also looks like you will have to read a bit longer. It also looks like “Edit” is not working so please bear with the typos. It’s probably this dumb new computer. But, if you are like me, you like to read anyway. At the moment I am reading a 1950’s book called the Mohawk, which is about the Mohawk River. I read the preface and learned stuff about my state already. I’m also taking an online course called “Canine Thereogeneology”. I signed up for the course just to find out what that word meant and it was free. It lasts 6 weeks and it is HARD. I didn’t know that dogs had so many reproduction parts!
Karla is doing great. She looks happy and bounces around and every day she has to go up to Spider (my Rat Terrier) to see how close she can get to her. So far, about a foot, then Spider makes a terrible face and walks away. Usually Spider mothers the puppies but it has been about 2 years since getting the last pup and Spider is 11 and mostly wants to sleep in the warmest place. I don’t like her getting old. She is supposed to last as long as I do.
Karla has encouraged me to groom “Sam”. Poor Sam. I’ve set up the grooming room in the laundry room and just push the table away when I’m not using it. Sam was the first to use it and it’s been quite a while since I’ve used my full array of grooming tools. I usually groom them Spring and Fall. I also used to groom Sam to look like an Australian Terrier becaue he is a very large Yorkshire Terrier cross so he had to pretend he was an Aussie. Well, I shaved everything except the tail (he doesn’t have one). Why would someone dock a tail on a mixed breed?). There was an awful lot of hair coming off but that’s usual. I washed him, and used the huge dryer that I could use to play air tennis with teacup poodles, went over him again to get the pieces I missed and blew all the itchy dead hair away and wallah! Standing there before me was a MinPin! Now, I have nothing against MinPins but I really like terriers. Well, I thought, longer blades next time.
Today I did HarryIt. She mostly looks like a Jack Russell (a long one) but I like to make her look like a wire fox terrier. Got the clippers and took one swipe on the head and she was bald there! OMG I had been using a 15 blade on poor Sam. I wondered why when he strutted by the girls they snickered and said “15”. Nothing I could do with a bald spot but I quickly put a 10 blade on (the higher the number, the shorter the cut) did her head and finished with a 5. She looked much better. I’m not used to dogs with tails and this time it was a great improvement over the last time when I made it look like a noodle.
Tommorow is Spider. All she gets are her nails and a wash and dry with the huge force dryer to get all those awful short hairs out (like labs). I have to do it with her hanging on to my neck. She’s a rat terrier that is shaped like an Italian greyhound with an undershot Boston Terrier face. And, she had papers! She was so sick when I got her that the first month she spent under my tee shirt. How many times have I told myself “do not go into a pet shop”. “Do not look into their windows”. “Do not look at the newspaper dog advertisements”. Go to AKC.Com and look up the breeds that you are interested, find their clubs and get some references. Or, adopt one of the breeds that you like. The clubs usually have adoptees listed.
Enough lecture. Today I started with the AKC (speak of the devil) because I realized that I could have made Karla’s name longer. Her registered name is “DunhamLake (that was her breeder) AristaMagic (Kennel name of the sire and of course Magic for my kennel name of Aussie Magic) Cheers to You”. You get it – the TV show Cheers with Karla? You have to pay $10 for any more letters. Well, dumb me could have used Cheers 2 U! So, after about 2 hours of looking at the forms to change a name and to get permission (other than oral) to use someone’s kennel name you are one million dollars poorer and insane by the time you finished. That took care of my morning.
Afternoon: I decided to finally ship my two packages. I had a defective cell phone to return before they billed me $500.00 and a print to send. As for the cell phone (or any other package) I always use Priority Mail because I figure that the longer the Post Office has something the more likely it will break. I recycle and use old boxes that have other labels on them. So I stuck labels over all the other labels and realized that I didn’t know the address to send it to because I covered it up. When I pulled my sticker up, it took off all the writing. But, smart me – I just put it to the mirror to read it! I always use USPS because it’s always easier to just do it online and have them pick it up. Usually. Of course they had rearranged their site, which they usually do, but I flew through it, paypaled the money and wanted a scan form and to do a pick up form. I did the pick up form for tomorrow and the scan form came through saying that the mailing labels and postage would be attached. Hello? I just got the scan form.
I just got a new computer, which is a very nice computer but everything is different and an instruction manual didn’t come with it. What’s new. Ads had been popping up from windows, McAfee, HP, etc to upgrage, buy the newest, etc so when the yellow bar came up on the bottom saying download mailing labels I didn’t read it and it went away and I couldn’t get my labels. Just like the government or the AKC there was no tab for non-receipt of labels, no FAQ for non-receipt of labels. But, they had 24 hour customer service…which was a robot and there was no number to press to get that answer or a real person. So I made my own labels and when the post office person comes to pick them up she can figure it out.
Last thing. I belong to Netflix (both online and CD) and one of my most favorite things is to watch a movie and do my quilt. Of course, tonight’s movie was in Norway language (what do you call that?) so it had captions and I couldn’t sew (LOL)
I’m taking a poll now. Is it me and my “electrical force” that causes all these things or does everyone else have them. Not occasionally, but all the time. My Mom says it is because I dwell on the bad things and don’t notice the good things, which is partially true. But then she just told me I look old so I don’t believe her. I would like to see some comments on things that happen to you like this so I don’t feel so lonely. Karla was good. She was born first and I knew I had a puppy but I didn’t dare hope or her head would fall off or something.
Let me know,
Noodles

MOVING IS PRETTY NICE THANKS TO MY SPECIAL PERSON

My name is Karla and all is quiet and Mom is at her what she calls “her stupid new computer” and told me she would translate to my old friends what has been happening to me so they wouldn’t worry why I wasn’t in The Supreme Being’s (who made me) pictures any more. My new Dad is supposed to be purchasing a camera but it sounds awful quiet up there so is probably taking a nap.
First of all, Mom is hoping that no one drank from her glass because she is quite sure that she is coming down with the flue. At the moment she is trying to fit a candle into an antique bottle…oops, she said a word that I’ve never heard before and threw it out the window!!!
This place is really different than my old home but since I’m only 12 weeks old, how would I know? Dad was right there waiting for us because we were late (I think he was panting because he was late, too) and he and Mom had a fight about who was going to hold my leash. Mom won. I think she wins with everything about dogs. Then we walked out and I was on cement! Wonderful, familiar cement. But, this had white stripes on it and big things whishing by and for some reason Mom was strangling me until the white stripes were done. I’m so smart and world savey now; that I even walked across a metal grill! Then there was grass! Wah Hoo! I REALLY needed it but afterwards when I really wanted to investigate the wood pieces she made me walk to the car and get on her lap. I know about the world so I knew what a car was. I looked out the window at a huge truck that went by and konked out until an hour later when we stopped. Mom carried me onto the enclosed porch, looked through the sliding glass doors (unusual because Mom washed all the downstairs windows to make it lighter. I wish I could have been there because I would have had so much fun with the rag!) and saw these three dogs not much bigger than me acting like idiots, jumping up and down, howling, barking and squeaking. Mom put me down with her gun ready and we all looked like a pinwheel because everyone had to smell my butt. (I don’t know why because it smells like a rose). Then everyone ignored me, those creeps, which made me mad because I wanted to play.
So instead I chewed on one of quilt stand legs and got yelled at! So I started bouncing toward Harry It (she was the only one with a tail. Mom says that she is going to take us to the Vet and swap ears.) Anyway, she was very surprised because Spider likes to sleep and Sam likes to be a jerk. Then we went upstairs and I picked the stinky ones to investigate and chose the one with the Man, Dad, in it. Wow! all the toys were up here! A whole pile under his chair and two wooden boxes that had been refinished by dog teeth and grabbed one and Harry It and I had a blast and then Spider joined us and was thrilled that she had found someone with jaws strong enough to play tug of war. Spider is a little maternal so she didn’t pull too hard. Well, Sam heard all the stomping above him and came macho storming up the stairs two. So we had four playing tug of war. You really can’t count because Sam barks a lot when he plays with Spider or sees a chipmunk. (he talks to Mom in a weird voice when she doesn’t put the dishes or food away after a meal. Besides, obviously he thinks he’s boss. Ha a, just wait a while.
I heard Dad say that it was so good to hear a play snort and see those alien teeth.
I investigated everything (Mom wasn’t very good at puppy proofing the house. She is now. There was a mirror on the floor and I took a few minutes to admire myself. I would stop if there was something that I had never seen before and got to leave footprints in the shower. I never ran from anything, even my new brother and sisters. (well, once I got under a little office table.
Then to prove that I was an Aussie, I had an “Aussie Fit” and ran round and round and round, vroom, vroom, vroom and Mom and I said they were SO happy to have me. Then I asked Dad to pick me up and take me to bed so he did. I LOVE sleeping under someone’s chin! I couldn’t ask Mom because she was busy cuddling with the other which were kind of turning green.
That was my day! To my Special Mom and sisters I send special licks and kisses (no black spots!) and also know that the hard work they did with all of us and taking that picture of someone who abhors having her picture
Mom says you never sent the recipes for the soup and pumpkin pie and the scalloped potatoes (because you made them differently (Must have missed the part about my Special Persons being better) and the SOUP, which was just what she needed after a VERY stressful day. I pouted a little that I didn’t get even a taste but the pout didn’t last long because I had COMPLETE run of the house with Sparrow!
Mom says Rick was very nice (and good looking, shush) but she thought that he acted just like
Paul every time I pooped or peed in the house. I think he was counting.
I think a statue should be mad of Theresa and her daughters (not the poop counter) and put in the middle of the round pen to replace that green thing which Mom thought was a dead horse.
One horrible thing was that the ancient cat slipped out of the house and was gone for two days and when we went shopping for more of that green stuff with salt we found it in the middle of the road. The good thing about this was there probably wasn’t any more pain than taking her to the vet and doing which Theresa had been going back and forth on and that now they know where she is and that she is not starving to death and confused and scared somewhere and now they know where they laid it at rest.
As Mom says: Noodles (I can’t wait to hear the noodle story)