Colorado Countdown

The countdown to the Colorado Canine Challenge has begun...

This glorious image, taken by me last CCC as I walked into the Colorado mountains to whoop some mountain disc golf butt.

Yeah, except those mountains and the disc golf actually kicked my ass, so that I was forced to spend the rest of the evening on the hotel patio drinking beer.  Mountain disc golf will do that to ya...

Leaving in... 20 days baby!

...And Again

Actually I did two things... again.  You'll notice that I got sick of my blog there for a while.  I kept changing it and I just wasn't happy.  So I abandoned it completely.  Totally and without remorse.  But then I started missing it.  And you.  So I got rid of all the color and I'm happy again!

Apparently I'm just not a colorful person.  Wonder what that means.

I also took on more dogs.  Again.  But not just any dogs. 

Aussie Dogs!

This is Pax.  He's a 5 month old black tri Aussie boy.  I love him. 

And Molly.

Molly is a 7 month old black tri female Aussie.  She's a lover, not a fighter.

And her brother Tommy

Tommy is Molly's brother, also 7 months old. He's a blue merle beauty!   Tommy broke his leg last week before he came to me.  He underwent emergency surgery to repair it.  He will now have to wear the cone and the cast for the next 9 days, as well as be on mandatory crate rest. 

Tommy is not a happy camper right now.  Not because he's in pain.  But because he is so Aussie that being crated and unable to move for so long is beginning to drive him insane. 

In other news, baby Lyric was adopted by a wonderful couple!

And his mama, Reese, will likely be adopted by her foster parents.  They have renamed her Betty and they just love her.  Crossing my paws that they keep her!  She's got a perfect life with them.  I mean, who wouldnt want to spend their weekends at a lake cabin? 

Anyways. I'm back. I missed my blog.  I can't abandon it.  I just love it too much.

Peace Out
Em

Oops, I Did It Again

I took on another foster dog.

Um, I mean dogs. As in more than one. More than two.  More than three actually.
Reese is a 2 or 3yo Husky/Lab/Coonhound mix.  Probably.  Maybe?

She's heartworm positive. She had 6 puppies.  3 of them died because her chain twisted so badly that she couldn't get to them to feed them. Hard to miss the tow chain.  She's penned up, why did they chain her down too?


Luckily for Reese, somebody was watching out for her and intervened before any more damage could be done.  But it didn't stop there. They pulled her and her pups out of the filth. But they still had nowhere to go.  Something about this picture grabbed me and wouldn't let go.  I responded and offered to take them. All of them.


Sunday after our Pawsitive Vybe training camp, I drove to Iowa to pick them up and bring them home.

Oh, what was Red's reaction to this little family's arrival?  Use your imagination. 

No, he was fine with it.  He even named the puppies for me!  He's always been better at it than I have.  The black tri boy is 'Lyric', the darker red boy is 'Sosa' and the buckskin boy is 'Hooch'. 

And Reese played with a frisbee last night.  Like chase and tug and the whole bit.  Shhhhhh.... *wink*

Kitten

I have a kitten. 

Well he's like 9 years old.  But I call him Kitten.  Or Kitteh.  Or Mufasa the Mighty Lion. 

He likes that last one.

Sylvester can be a sweet cat.  He's 20 pounds of lazy, orange nonsense.

Yeah, I said it. 

I love his pretty green eyes. 

Oh, hi Kitten.  You big, mightly lion, you...

And then he's all sweet and cuddley and soft... He does this on purpose. 

It's a set up.

Because as soon as your hand gets into position to pet his soft fur....

 

WHAM!

He's trying to chew your hand off.

Vanilla Beans

Ever heard of 'em? 

 I guess if I honestly think about it, the only personal reference to them that I can think of is Vanilla Bean lotion. And then, I just thought it was a fancy name for it.  I didnt realize that vanilla came from actual beans.  I thought it came from those fancy little Watson's bottles. 


What?


Don't look at me in that tone.


I'm baking a bunch of goodies for a bake sale tomorrow night.  I decided that since you dont really see scones at bake sales, I would give them a try.  So I turned to the only woman I know who can make anything with perfection.  Including scones.  P-Dub.
I'm going to take a crack at her Vanilla Bean Scones recipe.  I've got everything I need.  Now... It's time to bake.

Time Again

It's that time again.  The time when I am bored with my blog and I am going to make some changes.

I'm sorry.  Please don't go away.  I promise you'll like it!

And plus it's pouring rain outside.

And plus it's Friday.

And plus it's my blog and I can do whatever I want with it.

Pibbleless

My home is now pibbleless.

My emotions are on the fence.

On one hand, when Annie left with her new parents, I felt the relief of having only my own amazing pets left.  But on the other hand, I will miss her. I dont want her to come back!  But I do miss her.  She kept me busy. And she was the best kisser.

I'm not sure how to explain how easy it was this morning to let my own dogs out without having to fight with a long line and water buckets and all of the extra stuff needed for Annie. Annie leaving was almost like 3 dogs leaving. Life just got really good and simple again!

I can tell you that I don't want another foster dog for a while. Just a while. Until the next hopeless soul comes across my doorstep (or inbox).  Which will likely be soon.  But for now, I'm going to enjoy the peace that comes with knowing that I'll be going home to my own.