So far, so good on our Montana “death march” of 8 shows in 8 days. One of my dogs finished her American title the first day out, followed by two days of “dry spell”, then yesterday two 5 point majors to start out another two youngsters. (An American Championship title is earned by winning 15 points over competition, including two wins of at least 3 points)
The only downside is that some scumbag stole my bike last night.
We have another 4 days to go, (including today) and another location change, so it’s a travelling day.
You can use the comments for you reader tips.
And Cjunk – I’m going to owe you a beer for keeping things updated so well.
Good luck with your shows Kate.
Sorry to hear about your bike. :0(
There are creeps and scum everywhere ya go.
Sometimes if you head straight to the bar you can buy your own stuff back cheap. /sarc
Cjunk does a great job too.
Thank you to both of you for all your hard work and all the other conservative bloggers in Canada who have been taking on the good fight.
I posted I cannot abide those who undermine our military and by posting on some of the blogs I get to make my position clear.
In real life I know lots of Libs and Dippers and I have to bite my tongue or excuse myself from the table in order to not be rude. ;0)
As for the scumbag who stole your bike, he/she chose the wrong “victim”. I feel badly about your loss, though, as I realize the bike was your “baby”… and I know I’d be one royally pissed Sentinel if someone stole my NEW wheels (new just this week and am loving it… picture of it is on my site).
Kate, I don’t know if you’ve ever commented on it on your site, but I was wondering what you thought of the film “Best in Show”?
Concrete. It helps to maintain sanity if every now and then ya come unglued on a lib or a dipper. try it once you will like it..
I saw “Best in Show”. For me, it was a bit too pretentious and moonbatty. But that’s Hollyweird these days. The doggies, however, were cute…
Sentinel – she lost her BIKE, not a mere car. Four wheels transports the body; two wheels transports the soul.
Rob C I have done so a few times and I agree unloading on libs and dippers can be a lot of fun. hehe
They get offended and I am a greedy polluter, a moron or a bigot. /sigh
Their reactions can be very predictable.
I guess that is one of many reasons they are now politically speaking, sda’s. lol
Hey Kate
Really sorry to hear about your bike, I hope somehow it manages to turn out better for you in the long run!
Brutal schedule, but on the other side perhaps you are saving other trips you would have to make to get the same results. Very glad to hear about the dogs successes. My wife just had our miniature Schnauzer up on the kitchen table giving him his trim and grooming. He looks pretty handsome right now, and he knows it! I took him out in the yard for a little ball chase. He was running like his tail was on fire. It must feel prety good to shed that heavy coat on a hot day.
Wishing you continued success
Daniel
Kate, sorry to hear about your bike; I’ve been robbed a few times, and aside from losing something that’s YOURS, it’s a total violation of your person.
Congrats on the successes of your dogs.
Talking about dogs and Daniel’s dog chasing his ball, “running” like his tail was on fire,” my old dog used to do that, too. I swear he could have chased his ball 24/7; he never seemed to tire of it.
We had to put him down last week at the age of 14, one of the saddest decisions I’ve had to make. He had a sweet face and the dearest and gentlest of souls, and no matter what anyone else thought of me or what kind of day I’d had, I was NUMBER ONE as far as he was concerned. ‘Something to be said for that!
He was a poodle, but to his credit, he had no idea that he was a poodle. He was just our dog and simply the greatest dog in the world! RIP, little guy.
Kakola– I sit corrected. I didn’t realize I was offending any persons of the motorcycle faith. Please accept my humble apologies, my friends who ride motorcycles…
Oh, and almost forgot to congratulate the McMillan doggie for the win. Woof! Arf! Woof-woof-erp… bowow!
Hey New Kid
Very sorry to hear about your friend. I too had a little toy cocker-poodle cross that was 15 when we had to make “the decision”. As you said, it was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make. He went everywhere with us. We never went fishing without him. He’d rumble across the tackle box, hooks in tow and we’d spend the next few minutes trying to perform “catch and release” on the biggest catch of the day. it was no matter to him, he just loved being with the family. I still miss him. As you said “RIP Pepper”
Daniel
A beer!!!. I think you owe him a whole case.LOL
Horny Toad
Thanks, Daniel.
they stole the mountain bike I use to exercise the dogs – not the motorcycle. It was old and cheap, thankfully!
I’m a cat person, myself, but have been very fond of many dogs: It’s nice to hear about your doggy successes, Kate. Bravo!
‘Sorry to hear about your bike. What a bummer.
NKOTB: very sorry to hear about your poodle. But it sounds like he had a very happy life and made yours happy too. What more could one ask from a pet? (I once knew a very sweet poodle who sounds a lot like yours. I’m sure they’re chasing the granddaaddy of all balls in heaven! May they both rest in peace.)
Well, if we are into pet stories, I once owned a cat. Correction. I was once owned by a cat. I was dominated.
In return, he brought me ‘gifts’. These were usually mice, mercifully dead. One time, however, I eventually figured out that the gift had previously been a very large bullfrog.
Domination included my having to get up everyday at 4;30 am to let him out for his hunt-for-gifts which I did not want. Domination included my having to stop work on my computer when he wanted to sleep. Eventually I realized, and accepted, my subservience, when I found myself yelling ‘No, No, I don’t want to!!’ at him. Then, realizing that I, a human being, was trying to fight for my rights with a cat – and was failing, I gave up. He won.
Congrats to Kate. And to the dogs.
ET: Cats are like that.
Darn. I had made a nice cat using symbols from my Insert function. The ears and whiskers didn’t translate… 🙁
new kid – since we’re into this, I’ll outline further my subservience to the feline species.
I had to get up at 4:30 am to let him to go hunting. One ‘meow’ and I knew my orders; I was up, and went downstairs. BUT. BUT. Like everything in the World of the Dominated, there was a ritual. The ritual was that he would hide under a chair further down the hall, jump out and Attack The Human, and then, and only then, would he go to the door to be let out.
No Attack meant No going to the Door.
I learned.
It was dark at 4:30; I couldn’t find him.
But, if I didn’t walk down that hall at a certain Correct Pace, he wouldn’t attack me.
And if he didn’t Attack The Human at 4:30 am, he wouldn’t go out.
I, a human, a supposedly reasoning, logical, individual, had to sometimes walk back and forth down that bloody hall, for three or four times, until His Majesty felt that I was Walking Correctly, so that he could Attack the Human.
And then, he’d go out.
Sleep at night? He insisted on my being in the bed. His schedule was 11:00 pm. If I wanted to work, he would simply jump on the desk and stare at me. Stare. And stare.
Eventually, I learned to stop screaming, muttering, complaining. And simply go to bed. After all, I had to be up at 4:30 am anyway.
Then, would come the half-hour washing, a deep sigh, and he’d sleep. Me? What if I wanted to turn on the light and read? Not allowed. I’d get The Stare.
Now, finally, with children gone off to various cities. And Cat gone too, I have to admit life is simpler. But I also admit, that gosh, I do miss The Tyrant.
ET–The stare of The Tyrant reminds me of Eddie, the father’s dog, staring at Frasier in that great comedy of the same name.
What would we do without our animals and their maddening and quirky eccentricities?
I wrote to the Art Gallery of Ontario about one Jess Dobkin’s installation work called The Lactation Station Breast Milk Bar, which is being presented at the AGO on July 13. I asked if the AGO was planning on having inspectors from Toronto Public Health on hand to check the milk samplings for various communicable diseases, and would it be displaying warning signs alerting prospective sippers about the possible danger to their health of drinking bodily fluids from unknown sources?
Below is the answer I received from the AGO:
[beginning of quote]
Dear Ms. _________
Thank you for your message expressing your concerns. As co-presenter, we have provided a venue for the performance work by artist Jess Dobkins. To address your important concerns, I would like to refer you directly to the artist, who can explain the various precautions she has undertaken to screen the donors to the project, and to pasteurize and test the breast milk which will be offered.
By way of this email, I have CC’d her so that she may respond to you. Should you wish to contact her directly, you can email her at jessdobkin@rogers.com.
Sincerely,
Sarah Mulholland AOCAD
Media & Communications Coordinator
smulholland@ocad.ca
ONTARIO COLLEGE OF ART & DESIGN
100 McCaul Street, Toronto, Canada M5T 1W1
http://www.ocad.ca
[end of quote]
BTW, I have heard nothing from Ms. Dobkin. You’d think after having received $9000 of Ontario taxpayers’ money she could at least have the courtesy of answering my questions…
Oh… K. Your MOUNTAIN bike. I’m glad it wasn’t your Yammy. Whew! But then again, I was unaware you had a mountain bike as well as a motorcycle, so… and now I understand why you didn’t seem to be as upset as I’d expect, having simply inserted the theft fact as an obiter dictum…
I’d assume the security and theft protection/deterrence for the Yam is quite effective, considering its owner. Of course K.M. will see to it that no scumbags take the Yam!
Myself, I lock my car all the time. If it isn’t going to be swiped, the interior could still be vandalized, after all… something lots of folks don’t seem to think could ever happen to their cars.
So Kate, are you mad that the bike was stolen or mad that now you are going to have to run fast enough and long enough to exercise the dogs? Hope you were a track star in school.
Montana Mother Who Is Fighting Al-Qa’eda From Her Sitting Room
The Telegraph (UK) ^ | 6-26-2006 | Francis Harris
Posted on 06/25/2006 6:29:22 PM PDT by blam
Montana mother who is fighting al-Qa’eda from her sitting room
By Francis Harris in Helena
(Filed: 26/06/2006)
Radical Islamists may not know it but their global jihad has more to fear from Shannen Rossmiller, an American mother-of-three, than from a squadron of F16s.
The former cheerleader doesn’t phrase it quite like that. That isn’t her style
Shannen Rossmiller turned freelance spy after 9/11.
Yet a summary of case histories and transcripts seen by The Daily Telegraph reveals that she has uncovered the whereabouts of al-Qa’eda fighters in the lawless highlands of Pakistan, shopped groups of would-be terrorists from Liverpool to Lebanon, tracked down an Islamist designing a nuclear device and much, much more.
For four years, she has alternated her day jobs of mother and magistrate in the mountain state of Montana with a night-time role as a hunter of terrorists. Mrs Rossmiller first turned freelance spy after September 11.
Donning a range of virtual disguises, she uses her functional, self-taught Arabic, and customised software that masks her true identity and whereabouts, to navigate into radical internet chat rooms frequented by real terrorists or any fanatic with a computer and a grudge. …-
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1655524/posts
Someone swiped your bike they should be made to bring it back of get a punch in the nose
Doggy News Flash: This just in…
Eddie, Frasier’s nemesis and “best enemy” (Eddie was Frasier’s dad’s best friend) has just died at the age of 16. There was only one Eddie (aka “Moose”), no stand ins.
RIP Eddie/Moose