Does anyone have finicky felines? Our two cats (can you call them cats at just over a year old?) are the most finicky felines I have ever been around. According to our vet, whom I adore, cats are not supposed to eat dry food but rather wet food due to the amount of protein they require. Our two lovelies would rather eat dry.
I have determined that pate style is a complete "no go" and that they prefer gravy style more than other types, fish is out, chicken and beef are sometimes in.
Whoever said that if you wait long enough the cats will eat have obviously never met Ethel and Lucy, who would rather fall over from hunger than eat something distasteful.
If you have any suggestions on food flavors, brands, etc. please send them my way.
For those of you who have been around awhile know I show
horses. Of course, while this is 100% factual, I do show horses, I am not a
professional nor even a decent amateur. I have moments of greatness followed by
rounds of despair. This show year has been rounds of misery. This past weekend
we had a small local show and after many months of begging my trainer, Barb, to
take Pete to a show, she finally agreed.
We were back in the lowest class you can be in once you have
moved up to suits or performance classes… Open Walk/Trot. To be honest, I was
very surprised she agreed to even take Pete after my ride in a double bridle
the week before. (Double bridles are hard, you have two reins, two bits and if
you do one thing wrong, it all goes to hell in a hand basket quickly). So
imagine my surprise when Saturday morning dawned bright and hot and Barb said “load
After arriving at the show and getting everyone settled, my
first class was to be on Pete, Barb looked at me and asked “what bridle do you
want to use”? We had brought several and my first instinct was to go back to a German martingale which are not allowed in performance
classes and then I thought, no, this small show is the perfect place to work
with a more difficult bridle. I pointed to one that we grabbed on the way out,
it was a Pelham, so one bit, two reins.
Up onto Pete, into the practice ring, I tried to do
everything Barb said, keep my hands low and in one place, do not post like I am
flying out of the saddle and guess what… we had a great class! Granted the
third place finish for most people means failure for me it was a great ride.
Yes, I made some mistakes, turning and walking in a straight line is not my
strong point that can be worked on. That good ride, lead to two good rides on
Jay and another on Pete.
I was so very proud of myself, after four years of riding,
things are starting to click and even better, Barb was happy and proud. So
happy that we are taking Pete to the next show, which will be much bigger than
the small local show.
Yes, this weekend was full of sadness and tears, yet this weekend was also full of happiness, smiles and laughter. I turned 46 on Sunday, I suppose it is onerous to mention ones ages in these times; however, I am quite content with myself, therefore do not fee odd in saying I am now 46.
Doodle and I have been busily working on the remodel of our bathroom and finished up some of the last items that needed to be ordered, like rugs, washlet and towels. We also enjoyed lunch at Steak-n-Shake on Saturday with a fudge strawberry shake for me... so many calories but oh so good!
Tonight Doodle made fried calamari and salad for dinner, it was our first attempt at calamari and I have to admit, turned out quite well. Lucy and Ethel still provide much needed distractions from this life and while Lucy is being a bit of a bully she is still fat and happy. I promise to add some photos of the kids soon, once everything settles down.
In the meantime, a random photo or two. Makes me want to return to Cambodia!
Can't decide which I preferred, sunset or sunrise, both were unique and amazing.
Yesterday was hard! My father would have been 84 years old on September 3rd. While we were not especially close, in fact we were rather distant... he is still/was my father and I miss him. I miss the fact that I cannot call and hear his voice. I miss that I cannot call and tell him about my week and month; fill him in on the horses and the shows that I have been too. Send him the videos that Doodle took of the shows so that he can watch my passion.
I am grateful for Doodle being there while I cried, cried for the times lost, for the memories that will not be made and for the times remembered.