Monday, June 11, 2012


he rings a ding dings when he walks.
It’s official now. V’s tagged. 

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Farmers swap

Our town has a cute little farmers market every Thursday… if cute means a garage sell with vegetables that fell off of some truck on it’s way out of Tijuana. Don’t ask people questions and don’t leave your valuables in your car. Oh, and don’t eat anything sold at the food stands.
Other then that, it’s nice.
V enjoys it. He gets lots of people attention.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

not so Wordless Wednesday

“We're all fools," said Clemens, "all the time. It's just we're a different kind each day. We think, I'm not a fool today. I've learned my lesson. I was a fool yesterday but not this morning. Then tomorrow we find out that, yes, we were a fool today too. I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we're not perfect and live accordingly.”
-Ray Bradbury, Illustrated man.

Live on Ray, In a land where the story never ends, the type never runs out of ink and the pen is as fast as the mind is bright. 

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

We are all star dust

 non dog related post.

Many years ago in a parking lot I saw an older man with an incredibly large telescope staring into the sun. I thought he was mad so I did what any liable person would do. I got nosy.
I ended up learning the incredible telescope was for looking into the sun, not stars and then the man let me see.
It was the most beautiful thing ever and a memory I will always cherish.
something like this...

There was a solar storm going on at the time and the sun had many spouts coming from it. To this day just the memory of it gives me chills...

I’ve been entranced with the sun since then and at any occasion try to see it.

Venus crossing the sun.
Photo © to Norah Hobgood

Monday, June 4, 2012

learning when to say no more stress

Class today was… learning.
I’ve been crammed with enough information to make my head explode and I keep thinking to myself that he’s not where he should be, and I’m not where I should be and it’s a very unsatisfying feeling.
His play is bad, he has hardly no drive for it.
Praise is the name of his game and by the way my instructor teaches. Play is the #1 ingredient.
Will we get better? No doubt.
Will we ever be perfect? No.
I can honestly say, looking at him right now, that his play drive will never be what it is in some dogs.
You can only force a dog to play so much when looking down at him with a smile and saying ‘good boy’ puts a bigger wag in his tail then any tug or ball can.
Will I still try, try my hardest to get him to put more drive into his play?
Heeeell yes.
But am I going to continue to stress over the fact that he just care about the toys?
not any more. I’m going to let V be V.

Oh, right. And I’m going to work my ass off making him into the best darn agility dog that he can be.

no more looking back now kid, we're in this for the long run.