One four year old
Five bottles of tempera paint
I should be laying sod, running laundry, cleaning something.
I’m indulging in’Wargames’ with Matthew Broderick. The corgis are kicked back, relaxed. I have a warm bowl of soup in my belly, a soft furry companion at my side. Scott and E are running errands.
Elizabeth is learning many things these days. Songs, ideas, singing her alphabet, writing her numbers and letters.
At Pizza Man tonight she drew a particularly fabulous ‘2’ in orange crayon.
Love going to Palmer for Colony Days. Parade, sweetie pies, tractor pull, bouncy house and all manner of good things.
Many good Cardigan Corgis at twogeeks these days…
Jenny saw that the Zoo was opening their Friday Night Music series with one of our favorite musicians, Tania Opland.
Boo and I went to the Zoo and after seeing seals and yaks, moose and musk ox, and some owls too, settled in to listen to some great music.
Tania (sans Mike Freeman) played and sang several songs I have enjoyed before as well as some new to me songs. She played violin, hammered dulcimer, and the hurdy gurdy. One of the greatest things in music is watching Tania play her dulcimer.
It was Boo’s first time hearing Tania, and while she enjoyed the music and instruments she was lured away by the sun, plants, and other children, and played all over the open space.
I bought Tania’s latest CD and one of her earliest, kind of. She has some albums that were available on cassette but never on CD, and now one is. Yea!
On the way out we wanted to stop and see more animals, most especially the polar bear. We were running up against the Zoo’s closing time, but were fortunate to see the bear.
Check out the Zoo’s Friday Music series here.
Elizabeth may be his baby however all bets are off now that she’s older and has got his favorite – eggs.
Bing and Roscoe like to muzzle fight. I like hearing their soft whines and funny vocalizations they make while playing. Bing stays on the couch and wrinkles his nose. Roscoe hops down to sneeze and shake then back up for another round. They play well and (mostly) politely in short bursts.
Bing is aging. He is 11 1/2, about Abby’s age when we brought him home. He is showing the same restraint and patience with Roscoe that Abby showed with Bing over a decade ago. It saddens me that my Bing is old. It happened faster than I expected. Yet we have a couple more years I hope. This morning my old fart gets to go to tracking class. He needs a bit more muscle in his hind end to be comfortable and I think it’s time to be more regular with his Rimadyl.
I still have a small hope that he will pass his certification track in a couple months so we can attempt to earn his Tracking Dog title in August. It would close the circle on a lot of emotions and wishes. Plus he would be the first TD Cardigan in Alaska. How cool would that be?
I’m proud of my favorite girl Miss Lucy today.
When Kat Seube her owner, my friend and mentor, died of Lou Gehrigs two years ago this weekend, I felt the loss keenly. I don’t think titles were ever the motivator behind Kat’s love of dogs but she enjoyed competing and was justifiably proud of her dogs accomplishments.
Kat had already earned about half of Lucy’s points towards her Grand Champion requirement. Lucy liked me, had spent a lot of time with me between walks and having a litter for me. Some time after Kat has died, Floyd graciously permitted me to start showing Lucy.
Lucy is a lovely sweet natured bitch. She is a delight in the ring, and it has been an honor to show her.
I’m proud to say that today we earned the last of her points. Pending AKC approval (and something better than a selfie) I present
GCH Wales Tails Lucy in the Sky
The nano tank is maturing. My original two Emerald Dwarf Rasbora suffered a loss last week. The smaller fish entered the filter area thru slits, gorged itself, then got wedged and died when it tried to exit. Oh dear.
I added a pair of Galaxy Rasbora a little while ago. Their markings are striking and they remind me of wild Alaska Grayling.
Earlier this week I added a trio of Neon Green Rasbora and am regretting that addition. They are billed as peaceful fish and are of a size with the others. On my brief experience they are territorial bullies. I think they’d prefer a larger tank. I’m going to try adding more hiding spots. In the meantime one in particular delights in charging the Galaxies, and has intimidated the remaining Emerald into hunkering on the bottom of the tank. Given the stillness of that fish I half expect it to die. I don’t have a way to isolate it. I hope adding greenery will be enough to reduce its stress so it can bounce back.
The shrimp appear content. Another blue shed last night. They like to hang out in the tiny water lily leaves I’ve got floating on the top of the tank.
Ms Allie in Alabama