A Bath in the Creek

Juneau had recently gone on an 18 hour excursion into the woods and came home covered with dirt, burrs, seeds, mud, and shit. I decided that, since Juneau was filthy, and it had been a while since any of the other dogs had had a good scrubbing, that we'd all go down to the creek. Armed with organic goatmilk soap and an industrial scrubbrush, we set off in Big Red down the road to a pullout with creek access.

 The dogs were thoroughly excited at the sight of the creek and took off into it's chilly waters. They had a brief moment of exhilaration when they spotted a deer that instantly bounded off into the brush, but luckily for the deer, they easily lost it in the thickets. (I was not happy they chased the deer.) After scaring away any other possible wildlife, they set about causing a ruckus in the creek. Swimming, barking, running, and falling off rocks.

Then the bath began.
I started with Miss Filthy and scrubbed Juneau good with the goatsoap until she was nearly white with bubbles. She tolerated it, knowing that she'd be set free to swim once I was done. Then it was Sasha's turn, who had developed a, fragrance, of some sort. Katana was next, and it was his first bath that I had ever given him. He did good and stood still while I soaped him over, but wasn't too happy when I hucked him into the creek when I was done. Conker was last and grumped through his entire scrubbing and was glad when I was done so he could get back to being an asshole to everybody else who was having fun without him.

We stayed at the creek for a good bit, exploring and meandering about, until I'd had enough and headed back to the truck. The dogs didn't want to leave but didn't want to get left behind, so they followed me back to Big Red.

Once home, they immediately set to work coating their still-wet fur with dirt.

Obligatory - Katana Edition

Obligatory Big Red

Namaste

Some goings on.

Life has been relatively normal here. There is the usual goings on at work, the normally boring after work slouchfest, and the occasional moment of panic and stress.
I've had a few problems with the DMV, but they should be all sorted out now. For some reason they thought there were two r in my middle name, which there is not, but they quickly and easily fixed it for me when I went in to get a replacement license. Oh, yeah, which Katana thought would be an excellent item to chew on. he somehow got a hold of my wallet and completely shredded that and my license, but didn't touch any of the other items in the wallet. Figures he destroys the one item that costs money ($26.50) to replace.

I've gone on a lot of hikes recently since i have been in town so damn often due to stupid shit. I don't have a lot of good pictures, but here are a few of the guys:

Attempted Obligatory

38lbs Hokkaido Ken on the left, 23lbs Shiba Inu on the right. (Yeah Conker is a bit skinny at the moment.)

I have introduced Katana to the backpack. Unfortunately, I did not think to video his first few steps with the pack, it was hilarious. I put it on him then headed out. He started to walk then stood stock still and watched me leave. Slowly, he began to scream... He did not realize that he was still able to walk, even with the slight weight of the pack pressing down on his shoulders (It had two small water bottles in it.) I stopped and called Katana in a cheerful you-are-an-idiot-get-your-ass-over-here voice, and he slowly began to pad over to me. It took him about 1/4 of a mile to figure out that the pack was fine and he could still move normally, and now he loves to wear it.

Yes, Katana is wearing The Badass. (Conker's collar.) That is due to me strongly suspecting Conker of having a partially collapsed trachea. He cannot wear a collar without hacking, and walking him on one is a complete hackfest. So Conker only wears his ID chain (cause he is an idiot and gets out of the fence somewhat regularly) and a harness, no more collars. The Badass is officially Katana's collar now.

I gave my bronco a summer haircut.

It looks tacky from certain angles, totally awesome from others, and is amazing to drive without the top on. I love it.


And lastly...
Tyto has gone back to the breeder. His fear problems were too much for me, I could not easily handle it. He absolutely hated my truck so I could not take him to a quiet park to do distance work since riding in the truck would get him so wound up he wouldn't settle down until long after we got home. He flipped his shit when I had people over to butcher and barbecue the demons, er, goats. He threw himself against the fence and shit and pissed all over himself, and when I put him in his crate inside, he shit and pissed all over that and my RV as well. Nobody said a word to him. The second time was a repeat of the first, but nobody even went inside. I couldn't walk him anywhere either since I live on one of those sketchy rural roads with no shoulder, passing cars would send him fleeing if he could, and he'd met my landlady once in the driveway and would lock up if we went anywhere near it after that.
I felt a change of environment is what he needed, so I sent him back.

Big Red

 

This is my new-used vehicle. It's a '91 Ford Bronco. I call it Big Red. For obvious reasons.

I've been wanting to buy a tuck for a while, and when my Jeep was totaled, I was given the pefect opportunity to get one. Other driver's insurance gave me a very good price on it. I began the search.

While I was looking for a truck, I began to search for Broncos as well. I've always liked Broncos, and they were made by my favorite truck builder. Out of all the trucks I looked at, the one I liked best just happened to be a Bronco.

I look ridiculous driving it (little young woman in a bigass truck). It's old. It's jarring. It's loud. It has a lot of miles on it. The seats are ripped. The doors don't lock. But it handles well, runs good, is very clean, has a lift and 33's, and is a blast to drive.

I love my Big Red Bronco.

Alright lets get back to this blogging business

So! It's been a while. A good long while. I've had a lot of stuff happen in the past months, some good, some bad. Some downright stupid.
First, I went to Arizona for December. The dogs all came and all had a ton of fun!

Katana turned 1 year old. He is still a complete moron.

He also got bit by a necrotizing deathtick.

On his crotch. (It's healed now.)

I got a bunch of rabbits.

Aspen

Birch

King

Antonio

Cedar

Cypress

Topo

They are the beginnings of my attempt at breeding rabbits for meat. The first three are Californians, the black blue-eyed rabbit is a mutt of some sort, and the last three are New Zealand crosses. They will be ready to breed in a few months.

I also got some goats.

They are for eating.

Then, the other day...

My Jeep was totaled. Doesn't look like it should be totaled, but it was. It had some frame damage that was not evident until it was taken apart. Idiot driver's insurance (who was making a very illegal 3-point turn in the middle of the highway on a BLIND CORNER) paid me a good amount for it though, so I came out on top.

Taking a break.

Don't know when I'll be back. I'm quitting most of the internet for a while.

Scarface

This thing is now as big as Conker. He's earned the nickname "Scarface" due to how often he's whacked his head into things and cut himself. Also, a few of those nicks came from the Girls when he got a bit too pushy-in-their-faces and they told him to back off... He's much better about that now though, and usually a raised lip is all he needs to get the message.

Anywho, he's doing pretty good, gets along with the Girls and Conker well. He still likes to play "Catch me if you can!" if he's got something in his mouth, which is a HUGE no no since most of the time if he's got something that is not a toy or chew, he probably shouldn't have it, and eating it could be dangerous (fatal) which is what he usually tries to do with things he shouldn't have.

He still screams when I walk off, which is also a huge no no. Unless I throw him a meaty bone or a handful of small food items that he can forage for, but I'd really like to be able to leave without doing that.