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Apr. 24th, 2017

I've Moved to Wordpress

I created a Wordpress blog last night after midnight. It was a pain in the ass. it involved a lot of profanity and tantrums.

That blog has already been discovered by someone who shall remain nameless. Someone who has had quite the presence here on LJ. Discovered before I even had the inspiration to pen my first blog post.

So, under pressure, I've written a doozy of a premier blog post. It's completely impossible to undersell what awaits you here:


Enjoy, and if you leave me a comment, maybe I'll write about it. 

Apr. 18th, 2017


So, I read that a lot of people are sad about LJ.

i haven't read the terms of agreement. So I don't know the details. Not on LJ much any more. Not much to say.

But has anyone considered starting a secret Facebook group where everyone here can gather?

members must be approved by admins. Posts are private and can only be seen by group members.

Just an idea. 

Apr. 27th, 2016


Nothing to see here
Move along folks, keep moving
Did you hear something?

Jul. 2nd, 2015

I Am a Potty Mouth

I confess. I am a potty mouth. It gets worse every day.

Stress and frustration drive my creativity with expletives.

I take profanity seriously. I embrace it.

I recently wove a tapestry of profanity from Salt Lake City all the way to Portland.


May. 26th, 2015

Where is everyone?

It's freakishly quiet out there.

Apr. 23rd, 2015

Keeping Forrest Happy

Forrest had his last agility class a couple of months ago. He is, basically, retired from agility, although there wasn’t an official retirement run.

I think that might be the way to do it. No fanfare, no crying, no hoopla. Just a little unbroken dog that I love.

But since taking him out of agility class, he’s seemed a bit sad. Not a huge change, but just not his usual bouncy, happy self.

So about a month ago I started leaving him loose in the house when I go to work. I though it would be mentall stimulating for him. Each day he sends me off to work from the arm of the sofa where he has a birds-eye view of the neighborhood. When I come home, he’s sound asleep on the green bed by the sliding glass door, doing a poor job of keeping watch on the back yard.

This morning when I was leaving for work, I reached my hand into the cookie jar, and as usual, all three dogs scattered to their crates in different locations.

Even Forrest... creature of habit that he is.

For some reason, I absent-mindedly closed and latched Forrest’s crate door when I gave him his cookie, and then went to get Bender into his x-pen.

And then I realized Forrest wasn’t there with me as he usually is. So I walked back to my office to see where he was, and as I started heading down the hall I heard the saddest, quietest little cry/howl I’ve ever heard. I found Forrest curled up in a ball in his crate, completely despondent about his confined state.

So I let him out, and he was SOOOO HAPPY! And as I drove away, there he was, perched on the arm of the sofa keeping watch over the neighbors.

I’ve toyed with the idea of doing nose work with Forrest for a while now. He is a natural and constant hunter, and I thought nose work might be a way for him to use his natural talent.

...And, I thought it might help cheer him up.

Boy, was I right! Forrest had his second nose work class tonight with our friend and very good person Tracey. He was amazing! Happy… focused… on task… it did my heart well to see him with that little bounce in his step, bright sparkly eyes, and wagging tail.

Here’s a video of one of his sessions from tonight’s class.

Just be warned that there’s a lot of cute and happy in this video!

Apr. 13th, 2015

Getting Older...

Forrest will be 12 in May.  I hate seeing signs of him getting older.

Several weeks ago I came home after a day of work and made my way to the back bedroom where Forrest's crate is. I saw him curled up in a ball, not moving.

My heart leapt into my throat as I stood there trying to see if he was breathing. I softly said "Forrest", and he lifted his head, jumped up, and then looked embarassed, and even concerned, that I was able to sneak up on him.

For the last couple of weeks I've been leaving Forrest loose in the house when I go to work, thinking that the extra stimulation during the day would be good for him emotionally.

How do I ever force myself to go to work?

I put his comfy green kitchen bed in front of the sliding glass door, and I think he spends most of the day there.

Dog TV all day long

Since that first day when I caught him fast asleep, I've come home many times to find him out cold... not disturbed by the sound of the garage door going up and down, by the sound of the back door opening and closing, and the sound of me walking through the house. Twice, he's been curled up asleep on the sofa and I've sat down right next to him and have failed to disturb him.

Didn't hear the garage door open

Forrest has been not listening to me for years! But now I think he's really not hearing me. It used to be that when I called his name in the back yard he'd at least look at me before ignoring me, but now, he doesn't look when I call his name. I almost have to hope to catch his eye with some crazy movement to get his attention.

Forrest has always been a good sleeper, but now... now he's nearly unconscious when he sleeps.

Listen very carefully... see if you can hear it.

Snoring like a buzz saw

Forrest has planted himself on my pillow as I get ready for bed every night for many years. Recently, I've had to almost physically remove him in order to claim the pillow for myself.

He does know all the comfy places to curl up

Forrest had his last agility class several weeks ago. I miscalculated the last day of the class session, so didn't realize we were having his last class as it was happening. I was sort of relieved when I found out the next week that his last class had already happened, because I know it would have been emotional for me if I'd realized it.

He seems to be a little sad since he's not been in class. That's one of the reasons I've been leaving him loose in the house during the day.

But I've got him entered in a nosework class which starts this week. I'm really looking forward to it. I think if he can focus, he could be really good at it. He is constantly hunting in the back yard. He has a strong nose. And I think he will really like getting to be the one who gets to go.

Just imagine what that magnificent nose could accomplish

I just love this dog. I mean, I'm really head over heels in love with him. It breaks my heart to see him getting older.

Here's a lot of cute to look at as you join me in contemplating how wonderful Forrest is...

Honestly. How do I live with this much cute?

Look at those fantastic eye brows

Seriously. Look at him!

I know you want him!

Centerfold model

Mister Personality

Nearly perfect in every way.


Apr. 8th, 2015

Bender is Two!

April 9, 2013. Two years. How can two years have gone past already?

Two years ago I was glued to Facebook, my phone, and email, waiting for news of the second boy puppy to be born. Only then would I be able to relax and know that MY puppy had been born.

And finally, he was here...

The pretty one. The handsome one. The day they were born I didn't picture him being mine. But he's all mine now!

And he just kept getting more and more handsome

One month old fluff ball

He's sweet. He's dorky. He's enthusiastic. He's athletic. He never says no. He's always game to go.

The decision was made -- the first time I knew THIS DOG was Bender!

Rosie gave her approval. Afterall, they share a birthday. Happy Birthday Rosie!!!

And then it was good-bye to his brothers and sisters.... R to L: Z-Rox, Mars, Bender, Amp and Tolt

He was a good dog from day one. Here he is relaxing on the way home to Oregon.

When we finally made it home, Bender settled right in.

I think Skeeter was sure I brought Bender home just for her

The first of many amazing photos by Heather. This was taken two days after I brought him home to Oregon

He met Tracey

He met Tammy

And had adventures at Poodletopia

He met chickens!

Our agility journey together began

And he was blissfully exhausted

And then the ear-venture began!

That right ear knew what it was doing from the very beginning

The left ear finally got with the program!

And Bender grew...

And he grew...

And he grew...

And he grew some more...

And he was part of our lives

And then there was an OCD diagnosis at 6 months, and surgery

And recovery and rehab

And then he was one!

He played in fields

He played in Lake Christenson

He played in the snow

He played in the mud

He played at the ocean

He reunited with family in Oregon

And posed for awkward family photos in Utah

He had TWO agility debuts!

Yes! Two!

And he carved a Bender-shaped hole in my heart.

Mar. 19th, 2015

flying dog?

A couple of weeks ago I was heading back to work after lunch and noticed a friend of mine walking down the street with his young corgi, Briar, who I just love.

So I waved, and we stood at the end of my driveway for a few minutes talking and playing with the puppy.

Before long I heard a car driving by from behind me, and all the sudden a dog came flying through the air at about my shoulder height, flew right past me and slammed into my friend.

The dog had jumped out the back window of the passing car!

The dog bounced off my friend and landed on the ground and came right back, going after the corgi. It was a decent sized dog... probably a BC pit bull mix. Colored like Bender, but with a short coat and that tell tale head and neck of a pit mix.

My friend was trying to protect his puppy, and I was trying to keep the flying dog from getting at Briar.

Just when I was sure I was going to get bit, the guy from the car yelled the dogs name, and the dog turned on a dime and ran back to the car.

Luckily, everyone was ok. The driver was very apologetic and concerned.

In hindsight I think the flying dog might have wanted to play with Briar as he didn't seem as vicious as he should have. He wanted to get to Briar, but didn't ack like he wanted to kill her. I live with Skeeter.... I've seen a vicious dog and what they look like when they want to kill another dog. This dog did not look like that.

It was a very odd thing. Sure makes me glad my dogs are contained in the car.

Mar. 15th, 2015


I have nothing to say.

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