Saturday, October 22, 2016

Finicky Felines

Lucy Resting
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.

Ethel Resting
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.

Comedy Wildlife Photos

I came across an NPR article that talked about the finalists for the Comedy Wildlife Photo Contest. Trust me, click on the link and enjoy some amazing and hilarious photos.

Happy Weekend Everyone!

Thursday, September 29, 2016

National Coffee Day!

Photo Credit
Today is National Coffee Day! For someone like me who cannot make it in the mornings with my cup of Joe, this a day of celebration. ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Starting to Click

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 Pete”!

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.

Monday, September 5, 2016

Wonderful Weekend

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!
At Sunset
At Sunrise

Can't decide which I preferred, sunset or sunrise, both were unique and amazing.

Thanks for stopping by!

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Yesterday was hard

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.

I miss you Pa. Happy Birthday and I love you.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Memorial to Shen

For those of you who stumble onto this blog, my life is not all low points, it seems as if 2016 has been a low year so far, life as not gone as planned. That being said, Doodle and I are happy, healthy and very lucky, so I have no complaints.

Even though Shen Edmund Fitzfurred passed in 2014 I wanted to take just a moment to memorialize this small wonderful bundle of love.

If you need a refresher on how Shen came to live with me, you can visit one of my first posts. Shen was truly an original, he was happy until the day he passed. My favorite memories of Shen are of him running loops around the yard, playing with his "TV" and worming his way up to the top of the bed so he could lay on the pillows as well. This worming continued until he was just not able to move around as well as he did when he was a youngster and every now and again, when either Doodle or I cannot settle, we say to the other "you are worming".

Shen was somewhere between 14 and 15 years old when he passed, which for the inbred pooch that he was, is a testament to his spirit and love of life. He is missed daily, it is still odd to get home and not have his smile waiting for us. Shen was truly "The Best Dog Ever".

Love You Dear One!