This Weekend

We had a yard sale. There was a HOARD of people waiting for us to "open" at 9AM yesterday morning. One lady was a total bitch and was yelling at us before 9 (we were totally not ready) and was just being an ass as we rushed to get all the shit organized.  The second 9 rolled around, they piled in like a stampede and began to grab stuff and demand to know how much it cost. (Thanks to the bitchy lady we did not get anything priced since she kept interrupting us.)
There had to be at least 20 people. Stuff probably walked without getting paid for. It was insane.
Poor Conker got trapped in the back by the hoard and was looking around with a huge "Oh my GOD, get me OUT OF HERE!" expression on his face. Then he spotted an opening and rapidly booked it to the safety of the house.

Anywho...

After things calmed down, I brought Conker back out and he decided to bask on the porch.

He changed positions a few times and continued to bask. When he wasn't basking he was following people around as they browsed the crap we were trying to sell to them.

I got Conker to lay on a foldup table thing. It was pretty cute.

The Emperor is not amused...

I took a break from the yardsale to drive REALLY FAST over to a friend's house to walk her two dogs.*

I took Conker along with me.

We take this one long route that passes by a large field. There are often cows in it. The dogs all stared as we walked by.

The cows showed a small amount of interest. One even came up to the fence and sniffed at Conker and Lucky, then left to go eat some more grass with the other bovines.

The next day...

Conker did some more basking as we sold more crap to people.

The end.

*I was not actually going over 120 MPH. The speedometer on my Mom's Envoy doesn't work correctly. It lies. By a lot. It also needs an oil change.

Sleepover went well

I watched TV the entire time.  There was a marathon of Fatal Attractions (I really don't understand those kinds of people) that I watched, along with The Weather Channel.

Star wanted to sleep on top of me but I was mean and didn't allow them inside the room.

Lucky didn't want me to leave.

I did take them to the dog park for a couple hours though.


In other news...

Delivery!

I'll write about this in a few days.

Five Dogs

Mom's friend's dog's Lucky and Star came over for a visit after appearing at the Blondie's event for the local shelter.  (Blondie's is the upscale bar my Mom's friend co-owns) I took Conker over there for an hour or so and he was real good and let some people pet him.  He was only snarky with a couple dogs but generally got along with everybody despite all the noise, music, dogs, people and food at the event.

 When Conker and I got back (actually, before we even left) Lucky decided to take a dip in the pool.  normally this isn't allowed but there was no telling Lucky not to get into the pool.  Then much to my amazement, Conker went and did the same thing!

Conker has never gotten into the pool on his own, and after that first step in he was just as bad as Lucky about going in even when told not to.  Star took a couple cool-down dips as well and even Sasha was convinced to go in.

Conker went in several more times after that.  I'm glad he likes the water, but he'd better not make this a habit since he's really not supposed to go in there.


So, Mom thinks five dogs are a lot of dogs.  Five wet dogs running through the house, shaking water everywhere, leaving paw prints on the tile and carpet.  Five dogs who all bark at once, five dogs who all run through the door at the same time, five dogs who all want to be pet before the other.

Conker, Juneau, Star, Sasha and Lucky.

I don't think five dogs is too many. 

River Day!

Me, Mom and her friend Jill went down to the Rouge River today.  We brought the dogs... all five dogs.

Here we have Conker, Sasha and Juneau in the foreground and Lucky and Star in the background.  All the dogs got along great, with the exception of one minor scuffle between Juneau and Star.

I didn't bring any balls for Juneau so she had to settle for sticks.  Which was fine with her since she can chew on those.

Except when Sasha steals them.

Conker didn't do much, other than try to intercept the stick before Juneau got to it.  He was usually beaten to that by Sasha.

When not playing fetch Conker was the only dog out of the five who reliably listened to what I said.  Juneau was better than Sasha who were better than Lucky who was better than Star.  Figures, the Shiba is the best behaved of the bunch.

Ah, now I remember why I don't use sticks to fetch with anymore.  Sasha doesn't bring them back, just takes them.

Eventually Juneau'd had enough of Sasha's stupid and got after her. 

We were there for at least five hours.  Mom and Jill had a bottle of wine... three bottles of wine, and I broke my soda rule and had a Diet Coke.  It was really fun, especially when the Hellgate tour boats came down the river and sent huge waves crashing down on everybody.  The dogs all ran for cover when they noticed but sometimes they were caught off guard. The boat driver dudes were fun too, since they would come in real close then swerve quickly and make the waves even bigger than if they'd just stayed in the middle of the river.

Well, that's it for now.  I'm off to grill up some shark steaks for Younger-taller brother and I.

Boats and Houses

The sleepover went well.  Took Lucky and Star for a walk, watched TV with them then read a few chapters of Merle's Door and went to bed.  Lucky and Star, I assume by the way they acted, are allowed on the bed.  Since they mobbed me before I had even really gotten settled.  I woke up the next morning with start lying on top of me.  As soon as she saw I was awake, she promptly began to wash my face.  I tried to escape but Lucky was right beside me and joined in.
After a walk and breakfast, I put them in the back and went home.
Conker was overly joyed to see me when I got back.  I heard that he woke up Neil, my sister's friend from Washington, who as camping out on our couch by licking his face. 


Grant's Pass holds this thing called Boatnik during Memorial weekend.  There is a fair and stuff, but the main thing are the speedboats.  The little one or two seater boats are basically good for one thing: going really fast.  They are small and have huge engines that weigh down the back and are very loud.  It's been going on for some fifty years or so.  Here's a bad video of one of the boats.

I was at the very beginning of the "agility" course and couldn't see the rest of it due to the trees.  It was still neat to listen to the boat race through the course. 

They also did times races with those little boats.  One of the drivers (sailors?) at the end of the agility course splashed me and the people beside me by turning real quick, then went after the flaggers on the other bank who waved a green flag when it was time for the boats to hit the throttle.  I got a couple pictures of him doing that.  You can see the pictures I took of the boats here.


In other news...

I was almost on the show that aired on PBS in 2002 called Fronteir House.  A lot of people applied to go on the show and act like a family way back then and go homesteading in Montana.  It was a pretty neat idea, and we were amongst the 100 families narrowed down out of a couple thousand who were called and interviewed for the show.  I think the reason we weren't chosen was because we had Lindsey, who was a VERY young kid at the time, and I don't think PBS wanted to risk anything happening to such a young kid.

Anyways, it was really neat to watch the show that we were almost on when it aired.  Funny to think that this show could have been the inspiration for my current life goal of living on 100 or more acers in a home I built, running off a well and solar and raising and growing my own food.
Either that or I'm just that kind of whack person.

You should watch Frontier House if you can find the DVD's or if it's ever on the air again.  It was fun and very interesting to see modern-day people living like homsteaders in the late 1800's.

Sleepover

,I am going to be watching Lucky and Star tonight.  Their owner is going out of town or something and I'm gonna go over there and spend the night with them.  Some people would find that odd, but I would prefer it if my dog was actually being watched rather than "watched", as in someone comes over, feeds, walks, plays with then leaves. 
My biggest concern is leaving Conker here with... younger-taller brother.  Mom told him to listen to what I say, he's my dog and any rules I make up about him should be followed by everyone and not just me.  So hopefully younger-taller brother will not harass Conker while I'm gone.


In other news, I've been playing around with wordpress.  I still don't know if I'm going to switch over to it yet.  Blogger is certainly MUCH easier to use, but is lacking a few things that wordpress has.  My biggest issue with wordpress is the lack of customizable templates and if you do want to customize, you have to pay first.  Super stupid.
Anyways, if you want to check out my "trial" worpress blog, it's right here.

Lucky and Star want to go for a walk

I took this a couple days ago when I walked Lucky and Star for Mom's friend Jill.

Guests Lucky and Star

Today I went over to a friend of my mother's place to walk her two dogs Lucky and Star.  I've met them before, they are fun dogs.  Mom's friend has been super busy lately and hasn't had time to walk the two dogs and I agreed to take them for an hour or so and give them something to do.
They are very jumpy at first, especially Lucky, but I was able to avoid getting my eyes stabbed out with their noses this time.  They sounded like dolphins the entire time I was preparing the leash-thing but when I went to take a video they stopped.  Maybe next time I'll be able to get one.  They were pretty funny sounding.

Lucky, the tan one, also the boy.  He is the super jumper and last time I saw him his nose ended up in my eye and I couldn't see straight for about four hours.  But he didn't mean to do that, he was just super happy to see me.

Star, the blackish greyblue one. She is a bit calmer than Lucky but still tried to lick my face off when I arrived.

I have no idea what kind of dogs they are.  Jill told me they were labeled as Border Collie mixes at the shelter she got them from.  I don't see Border Collie when I first look at them, maybe a bit of Shar Pei and Pit Bull, but not much BC.  Either way, they are neat dogs.

The walk started with me nearly getting yanked off my feet.  I stopped and refused to move for a good five minutes and in that time they figured out that pull=stop.  They pulled a little here and there but nothing worthy of another five minute halt.  Lucky liked to sniff and pee on things and I only let him do that every other bush.  He almost got Star's head a couple times.
We went about two miles there and back.  At the one mile mark we stopped for a water break.  I whipped out my handy dandy HydroBowl that Mom gave me for Christmas last year.  Lucky was glad for the water instantly but Star wouldn't drink right away.  I splashed some water on her head to cool her off since they were panting a lot.  After that she figured out funny bowl=water and drank some.


In other news...

We FINALLY got Taste of the Wild for the Girls!  I put a small mount in their bowls next to their Pedigree garbage to see what they'd do with it instead of mixing it in.  They ate the Taste of the Wild first.
More on this later.