Some things have happened at work and I had to step away. I’m back now, and I feel I can write again. I’ve been keeping an adults’ only journal, but I’ll get to that in another post.

I’m havint major knee surgery on the 16th, and right now, I’m spending most of my time, sitting around, doing as little as possible because the drugs don’t help worth a damn. Not a tinker’s damn. Well, I I’d better check my other site…

Other than that, I’m listening to Celine Dion… She’s great!

The first one is by Henry Van Dyke.

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty
and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”

“Gone where?”

“Gone from my sigh. that is all.” She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load
of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “there she is gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:

“Here she comes!”

And that is dying.

The next is by Wystan Hugh Auden (1907-1973).

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

And the last is by Robert Service.

Men of the High North

Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing;
Islands of opal float on silver seas;
Swift splendors kindle, barbaric, amazing;
Pale ports of amber, golden argosies.
Ringed all around us the proud peaks are glowing;
Fierce chiefs in council, their wigwam the sky;
Far, far below us the big Yukon flowing,
Like threaded quicksilver, gleams to the eye.

Men of the High North, you who have known it;
You in whose hearts its splendors have abode;
Can you renounce it, can you disown it?
Can you forget it, its glory and its goad?
Where is the hardship, where is the pain of it?
Lost in the limbo of things you’ve forgot;
Only remain the guerdon and gain of it;
Zest of the foray, and God, how you fought!

You who have made good, you foreign faring;
You money magic to far lands has whirled;
Can you forget those days of vast daring,
There with your soul on the Top o’ the World?
Nights when no peril could keep you awake on
Spruce boughs you spread for your couch in the snow;
Taste all your feasts like the beans and the bacon
Fried at the camp-fire at forty below?

Can you remember your huskies all going,
Barking with joy and their brushes in air;
You in your parka, glad-eyed and glowing,
Monarch, your subjects the wolf and the bear?
Monarch, your kingdom unravisht and gleaming;
Mountains your throne, and a river your car;
Crash of a bull moose to rouse you from dreaming;
Forest your couch, and your candle a star.

You who this faint day the High North is luring
Unto her vastness, taintlessly sweet;
You who are steel-braced, straight-lipped, enduring,
Dreadless in danger and dire in defeat:
Honor the High North ever and ever,
Whether she crown you, or whether she slay;
Suffer her fury, cherish and love her–
He who would rule he must learn to obey.

Men of the High North, fierce mountains love you;
Proud rivers leap when you ride on their breast.
See, the austere sky, pensive above you,
Dons all her jewels to smile on your rest.
Children of Freedom, scornful of frontiers,
We who are weaklings honor your worth.
Lords of the wilderness, Princes of Pioneers,
Let’s have a rouse that will ring round the earth.

Government authorized ways to celebrate your freedoms, this 4th of July

For all my American Friends!

As we go out to celebrate our freedom this 4th of July,
let’s go over a few things to make your celebration a success.

Do not claim that freedom of speech gives you the right to wear a Tee-shirt that the government doesn’t like.
They can put you in jail.

Tidy up your house before you leave in case it is searched while you are out.
You used to have the right to freedom from search unless a search warrant is issued. Now the police can come into your home, and take whatever they want,
and not tell you until 2 weeks later, if they tell you at all.
They don’t even have to knock on the door before they barge in.

Before leaving home make sure you check the color coded Homeland Security alert status. Be especially careful if it is orange or red. Don’t worry about
yellow. It’s always yellow.

Don’t use any illegal fireworks in your 4th Celebration. It is for your own safety. And the founding father’s implemented a government to protect you from
yourselves. Didn’t they? Besides, fireworks are explosive devices and you might be considered a terrorist with weapons of mass destruction. And although
the government can’t find any in Iraq, you can rest assured they will find them in your car trunk. But don’t worry, getting arrested, imprisoned indefinitely
without formal charges, and a 5 year wait before the secret tribunal trial per the Patriot Act is a breeze. It’s that secret summary execution that should
make you nervous.

Make sure you are buckled up in your seat belts, there will be roadblocks and checkpoints to make sure you comply. It is for the children. Have your papers
ready as you approach the holiday police checkpoints.

If you are an airline employee, lighten up for the holiday, you can always look for a job tomorrow. Maybe you could transfer over to a Federal Airport Security
Screener job.
Big demand for those jobs and you don’t have to be smart.

If you are a Haliburton employee, then celebrate:
You probably have a raise coming from the Iraqi contract windfall.

If celebrating on any public property,
make no mention of religious ideals.
Government is god there. You will be apprehended.

Don’t criticize the President, or other government officials;
you might be in violation of the Patriot Act and considered a possible terrorist.

Don’t mention the Constitution in any district court,
or you could be held in contempt.

If your children get out of line this holiday, do not discipline them,
or they may be kidnapped by the Dept. of Social Services
and held hostage until you sign a confession, receive approved psychological therapy,
and are deemed acceptable.

Show compassion this Independence Day by bringing an illegal immigrant to your celebration, or by hugging a tree.

If an election is occurring in your locality within the next 90 days, do not talk about or publicly support any candidate, as that is no longer lawful.
Keep your mouth shut.

If an officer asks to search your vehicle at the “seat belt” checks, do not be belligerent and demand a search warrant.
Standing up for your fourth amendment rights is anti-social and not in tune with the new American way.
Are you with Al Quada or something?

Do not get upset when the searching officer will not help you pick up your belongings that he has strewn all over the highway as he searched your vehicle.
It is not in his job description
and complaining will get you charged with obstructing justice.

Keep your guns at home.
You are not going hunting and besides, what on earth do guns have to do with American Independence?
Better yet, turn your guns into the authorities to let them know that you are a true patriotic American.
You still have the right to carry a gun if you have a license,
but that will soon be gone if the United Nations passes their measure making carrying a gun illegal.

Better yet, just STAY at home.
BUT do not assume that you are safe, because you are at home.
If a government bureaucrat shows up at your home, he will probably be flashing a badge at you.
This makes him look like a constitutional law enforcement officer.
He may even be armed. Do not ask to see a warrant,
and then tell him to leave if he does not have one.
They will surround your house. If you do not come out soon enough,
they may invade, with guns drawn, or even set your house on fire.
For more information, do a Google search using keywords like “Symbionese Liberation Army”, “Philadelphia MOVE group”, “Gordon Kahl”, “The Order”, “Robert
Matthews”, “Covenant of the Sword and Arm of the Lord”, “Randy Weaver” , “Branch Davidian”, or “Elian Gonzalez”.

If you are counting on your congressman to protect you,
understand that the average congressman is ALSO afraid to resist.
For more information, do a Google search using keywords like “George Hanson” , “James Trafficant” or “Larry McDonald”.

You used to have the right to privacy. Now they have cameras everywhere watching you.
If celebrating at the mall you are probably safe as the mall is now monitored by hundreds of surveillance cameras,
watched by federal security forces.
Don’t do anything that you wouldn’t want them to see.

Bring lots of cash with you, there will be many taxes, fines, and fees to pay as you celebrate your freedoms this day.

Do not leave home without your driver’s license, social security card, birth certificate, welfare card, Medicare card, medical records, W-2 Form, and two
others forms of ID. You may be asked for them at the police checkpoints.
Better yet, get micro-chipped, and avoid the hassle of carrying around your papers.
Bring your library card, the FBI may ask you for it.

Do not put any “anti-government” bumper stickers on your car. Especially not anything about the right to keep and bear arms. Police have been trained by
the FBI in “bumper sticker profiling”. This attracts their attention at the check points, and makes you look like a terrorist.

With regard to “bumper sticker profiling” you should be especially aware of the fact that “They will get my gun, when they pry it from my cold dead fingers”
is no longer mere semantics. At WACO, and at RUBY RIDGE,
we learned that they WILL kill you to take your guns

ALSO, be careful not to have any unauthorized THOUGHTS. There are now serious penalties for “thought crime”.
Be aware that “civil forfeiture” laws make it possible to take anything that you own, by alleging that it was “intended” to be used for the commission of
a crime. This could include transporting, or storing, a gun.
If “civil forfeiture” proceedings are initiated against you,
then you will have the burden of proof, to show that your thoughts were in compliance with government standards.

Get to know some politicians, and bureaucrats, so that you might be able to head off the taking of your private property to be given to private developers
for the “public good”.

If traveling by air, this Independence Day, do not give the airport screeners a hard time.
They are feeling you up, and molesting your daughter, and wife, for the security of America. If you complain you could be arrested. You don’t support Bin
Laden do you?

Keep an eye on your fellow Americans as you celebrate this 4th of July. If you see anything suspicious, take notes so that when you get home you can call
and report them to the Homeland Security Office.
And remember you are not a nosey snitch, you are a great American Patriot.

Do not mention the signers of the Declaration of Independence this 4th of July.
Mentioning these white subversive terrorists is not popular and could get you in big trouble.
Besides what do these guys have to do with the 4th of July anyway?

Do not leave home without one or more little plastic American flags made by political slaves in Communist China.
Make sure you have one flying from the antennae of your vehicle. You don’t want to seem un-American do you?

Do not take a copy of the Declaration of Independence with you as it advocates the overthrow of tyrannical government.
It is a terrorist document and will be confiscated at the holiday police checkpoints. Same advice for the Constitution.

And remember, as you leave home for your 4th of July outing, that the second you stepped out of your door that you probably broke hundreds of federal, state,
and local laws that you are probably unaware of.
However, if you tow the line, you will not be charged.

If arrested you used to have the right to a jury trial, and to be told what you have done wrong,
and appointed council. Now you can be labeled an “enemy combatant” or terrorist,
and be placed in jail with no trial, no lawyer, nothing for as long as they want.
For more information, do a Google search on “Jose Padilla”.

Don’t even think about taxes on this great day.
The 50 per cent government confiscation of your income at the threat of imprisonment or at the point of a gun should not even cross your mind as you revel
in your freedom. After all, April 15th is a long way off.

And whatever you do, do not let on that you really know that true freedom died a long time ago in America, just have fun for the day and then go home and
stick your head back in the sand and pretend America is not becoming a fascist police state.

If you have a few decades with nothing better to do, study up on “administrative law”.
Laws are now made by the unelected bureaucrats, in hundreds of “administrative agencies”.
If you are charged with violating one of these “laws” you will not get a trial by a jury of your peers.
You will be tried by the agency that made the “law” and made the charge against you.
If you appeal this “conviction,” your appeal will also be heard by the administrative agency that “convicted” you.
Their ruling will probably be that they were right.
I hope this message gets past the Department of Home land Insecurity approved internet filter.
How else can they protect us from unauthorized thought?

Now go out and celebrate your freedom, and have a great Independence Day!

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HOMELAND SECURITY ADVISORY
This transmission screened prior to receipt by addressee pursuant to applicable sections of the USA PATRIOT Act.

The Patriot Act is constitutionally illegal, but was signed into law takes away your rights and turns them into privileges, which the government can grant
or take away at will. If you remember we were told that this would just be temporary. Now it has been made permanent. But no one protested did they?

You used to have the rights to not be spied on by anyone while on the phone or the internet.
You also used to have the rights to your bank records being held private.
Now the government can just go through your bank record data and monitor your financial transactions without question and without even telling you.
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Now go out there and celebrate your freedom, and liberty, and have a great sanitized, politically correct, and government approved and authorized Independence
Day!

None are so hopelessly enslaved as those who falsely believe they are free.
Our forefathers are crying.
Our forefathers are angry.
Our forefathers are loading their muskets and heading for The Green.

America……..Wake the hell up.

There will be many people coming out to celebrate this July 4th when they should be out protesting the rights they have lost. We need to get those rights
back.
And for those of you who say “Why should I care I have done nothing wrong.”
This just shows how much you value your rights! The government loves people like you.
They can take away even more of your rights and you will just go along with them without speaking out.
You deserve to lose your rights because you didn’t appreciate them when you did have them.

It’s about time I wrote another post, although I can’t say I have over much to write about. I did manage to make it through the week I was so anxious about, and Mae and I did manage, despite everything, to find time to spend together. It wasn’t enough, but it got us through the week. We SURVIVED!!!

I have been very ill, which has got me even more behind than usual at work. Da seems pretty lenient, all things considered, and knows that between being ill, Mae, my boys and the dogs and horses, I have my plate not just full, but overflowing, and just can’t take anymore. I wish I had superman qualities, but… I don’t.

My new bitch pup, Ivy, who was incidentally, named after Ivy Tamwood in The Hollows Series, is growing a bit. This pleases me. She has also not had as much activities or exercise as is ideal for her, and I’m afraid she is becoming a bit restless.

Not much else of note is going on. When I feel well enough, and not tired enough, I read/delete/forward/respond to a couple of emails depending on what should be done with them. These periods are not very often, I’m afraid, but at least Da is giving me some lattitude.

Speaking of Da, we came across a rather interesting problem and are in a muddle as to what to do about it.

A Bit of Background

Mae and I were talking one day and she told me that something on Wikipedia concerning Da had his name wrong. I glanced at it and sure enough, his name was written incorrectly. I did not have an account at the time, and did not want my IP address showing up to anyone who might fancy to look at the page’s edit history, so I asked a friend to change it for me. This friend did as I asked.

Not that much later, when I checked to see if the changes were done as my friend said, I saw that it had apparently not been changed. I looked at the edit history of the page and saw that yes, my friend apparently had changed it. Someone else had changed it back.

This person explained that a certain book states the *incorrect* name as my Da’s legal name. Well, I know that to be false, (the name, not the book), as I have my Da’s birth certificate. Da also had a copy of the book, and although he had discussed things for years in depth with the author, he had not read *the whole* manuscript. Da is *very* busy, and not a young man, and he hadn’t looked at the book for at least a year.

Assuming that this person was only acting upon what he had read, and not out of maliciousness, for I truly don’t feel that was his intent, we looked at the book in question. The book does indeed say what the person says it says. However, the book is *incorrect*. We have contacted the author who assured us that yes, he does indeed know Da’s name and that it has got to be an error that came about somewhere along the system. A few bad editor jokes later, and he promised to go about getting the situation rectified. Still, that leaves us in a bit of a muddle.

I feel that the situation should be put to rights. Da says he also feels the same way, but “really, what does it matter?”.

I know WP has strict guidelines regarding biographies of living persons. I also know that if I had been the one writing/editing the article, I would have believed that a verifiable, published book was a verified source and would feel no qualms about removing, what in my mind, would be an unverified source. I have Da’s birth cert, as I said. That same birth cert can be researched by anyone, for it is part of the public record. Should I leave the matter lie or bring it to the attention of the community? If I decide to bring it to the attention of the community, how should I go about doing so? I don’t want to upset anyone. I don’t want to hurt the editor’s feelings, for it is apparent that he/she does a top class job contributing! Although I am not new to writing for WP, I am new to holding an account, and therefore, will be considered new by most users. I certainly don’t want to cause a sensation, but a part of me, a large part of me, wants to see the matter put to rights. I have done nothing, and will do nothing, until my heart and my head are in agreement. That day may never come.

Speaking of Wikipedia. As I said, I have created an account, and am having great fun contributing. I can’t wait to learn and get more involved!

When you love someone, it’s not supposed to hurt… Not like this.

I never knew… Oh Mae, I never knew… Every day, I think I love her as much, as wholely as one can love a person, then, the next day comes, and I find that the wave of my love has crested and their is more love in me than the day before.

And now, I face a week without her. It’s bad enough that I usually don’t have time with her much on the weekends, but to go a whole week without her…It will be torture worse than any physical torture I endured at the hands of loyalists… Much, much worse.

Of course, given my current situation, I am deeply depressed. It’s not just that though. Mae is a wonderful person, a vibrant, lively woman, who has made me feel things, ways, I didn’t know I could feel, but she has … A rather extensive sphere of influence. Some of that influence has washed off onto me. Not that this is particularly a bad thing, but it just goes to remind me every day how fragile, yet powerful our relationship is.

I don’t want to lose her, would do anything to keep her, yet I would let her walk away if she wished it…

Why the hell do I get myself into these situations? Well, no use castigating myself over it. That’ll do no good. I suppose I better sleep now. At least, when I’m asleep, I won’t think about how truly bad I feel.

I never knew love could hurt like this… I never, never knew…

Extracts from two Eurasian wildflowers are highly effective at killing the superbug methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA), according
to a study conducted by researchers at the Cork Institute of Technology (CIT) in Ireland.

Researchers found that extracts from Inula helenium (commonly known as elecampane, horse-heal or marchalan) eliminated 100 percent of MRSA colonies upon
exposure.

I. helenium and another wildflower, known as Pulsatilla vulgaris or pasque flower, were tested against 300 different varieties of staphylococci bacteria, including MRSA. P. vulgaris also proved “highly effective” against MRSA, according to an article in the “Irish Examiner.”

The research on the wildflower extracts was carried out by a postgraduate student under the supervision of a CIT professor and a senior medical scientist
from the microbiology department of Cork University Hospital.

I can feel the “real me.”

The one that isn’t sick from medication side effects.

The one that is well, energetic, and positive.

The one that laughs easily and offers help to friends without hesitation.

The “me” I know I am, deep inside.

The “me” that follows my heart, doing what feels right rather than weighing costs and benefits…

I feel optimistic when these moments come!

Sometimes I even find myself believing that the chronic pain won’t return…

It’d be a different world, a different life for me without this pain and nausea.

I know my chronic pain will not just miraculously disappear.

I won’t waste time with that fantasy!

But moments of hope are very important.

Moments like these give me the strength to keep working with my doctor, trying new meds, following new treatment plans.

There is a difference between hope and fantasy.

For me, fantasy is wasted energy.

Hope is the path back to the “real me.”

Hi all:

After yesterday’s post, I’ve some good news! Great news! I figured out what works on Ivy Girl to teach her not to bark, and… Success! Not complete success, but a definite improvement! I hope I don’t reverse this by writing it here.

One unrelated note: I’d like to say thank you to all the wonderful people who had faith in me regarding my decision to rehome Sabre and to those, who not knowing me personally, supported me on email lists and forums, having heard the facts I was willing to impart about the situation… You have made a difficult thing possible. The good of all of you, and your encouraging words, far outweighs the negative, cruel, unfair comments of a few who either don’t know their business to begin with, or think they know a lot more than they actually do, and those who never saw my dog in person. To all of you… Thanks for keeping it real!

Whoa! The German Shepherd lover wishes he didn’t have a German Shepherd? What’s that about?

Yeah, it’s been one of those days… Call it Murphy’s Law, or the Dog Owner’s Law, or whatever you like…but it’s been a trying, rather blood pressure raising day, and it isn’t over yet!

For those that don’t know… I’m a day sleeper. When I can, I usually go to bed at between 6 A.M and 8 A.M, although lately, with work and this and that, it’s been closer to 9… I get up at between 2 and 3:30 P.M and start my day. I usually have another lie down sometime during the day if I can, but I don’t always get the opportunity.

So, when I got up this afternoon, as usual, my first order of business was walking the house dogs.

I was particularly concerned, since Ivy had some runny stool on the floor of the computer room early this morning and I didn’t want it to happen again. I have an order in which I do things… Ivy, the puppy, goes last. Yes, I know it’s illogical, but she can hold her bladder and bowels whilst crated, and… It’s not illogical when you factor in the way our home is set up and that I engage in what is termed as “pain avoidance activities”. This means that I attempt to do as little as possible that will provoke a flare. That includes walking.

Early this morning, Ivy discovered another passion… Barking at any dog that comes near her crate, also barking whilst I am getting ready to leave the house with another dog. Once I am gone, she quiets, and I’m not really upset about that, although I don’t like it… It’s the barking at other dogs walking past her crate or while I’m putting tack on other dogs that I can’t stand. I don’t mind if she takes a few woofs once I close the door and leave the house… Like I said, she does and she always quiets. What I do mind are the constant woof woof woofing when I’m trying to put Keen’s leash/harness on, for example, or when Keen wants to come rest by my chair, which is right next to her crate while she’s in there.

Now, I know what you’re going to say…Move the crate. Not an option. This house is so cluttered. A place for everything and everything in it’s place. Consequently, things are where they are and where they have to stay… There just isn’t more room.

So, we had a long antibarking session with Ivy this morning, not that it did much good, and I got frustrated and even more depressed than I was, which was already pretty damn depressed.

Then, when I was done walking the house dogs I gave them the run of the place as I usually do. In the excitement, I forgot to put away the stuffed dogs that I had pulled out to show my kids last night, (I ended up just leaving them on the bed when I went to sleep). They were the first things my Da ever gave me and I’ve had them ever since…

Ivy got one and proceeded to chew on it, (yes, my fault for leaving it out), so now I have to sew it up…It’s a good thing she didn’t chew the leg all the way off, or I’d have been super fucking mad! They are just stupid stuffed animals, but dammit they are precious to me, and like any good stuffed animal collector, I can’t stand to see a good one get destroyed. And besides, they don’t make em anymore…

So, I’m there cursing myself for having German Shepherds when Ivy discovers herself in the mirror… “Kill the dog in the mirror!!!” “Kill it!” “Kill it!” Really pretty funny.

I say, “That’s you, Ivy girl,” and show her and she still tries to kill the dog in the mirror…I wish I was a dog, just for that instant.To know what she was thinking.

then, I spent some time with her throwing her “bally” while I contemplated just how the hell I was going to buy food for myself, my Da and the kids for the upcoming week… I was feeling very depressed and sorry for myself and with everyone gone, I had noone to talk to about it…

Am I still depressed? Yes. Am I lonely? Yes… Do I wish I didn’t have a German Shepherd? Nope… I couldn’t live without em!

Now you ask, what is all this bluster about? That night when I had to go to the ER by ambulance… I had to get someone to stay with Sabre. Sabre had multiple behavioural issues that made him unfit for service work… I could have kept him and trained him in personal protection, but I just felt we were an unsuited match all round. He went off to Dublin Gardaí to train in detection.

Now, lest you think that I exchanged one dog for another…Let me explain. Here’s a post that explains it a bit better. this post was written on the 7th of this month and sent to a few email lists to which I belong.

Hey all:

Now It’s been a while since I posted that I had to place Sabre, the
dog I was training as another assistance dog for myself… It’s also
been a little while, since the night before I placed him, I got one of
my bitches from a breeding two years ago back…

I got Annah back due to personal circumstances. People had done a lot
of work with her, loved her a lot, but husband’s ill with cancer,
they’re adopting twins…Yeah…Yeah…Yeah… So, I took the dog
back. I got her back the night before I placed Sabre, like I said.

Well, I decided to see just how “trained” she was. Not only is she
trained, but she’s very trained. Not only will she work, but she
might just work out as an assistance dog. So, she is officially in
training as of…Last weekend? She’s getting used to going into all
different types of places, and aside from a tiny bit of anxiety at
first, she’s doing really, really well!

Now, I have more good news… This might even qualify as great news.
Another kennel here in Ireland has heard about Sabre and his being
dropped. This kennel breeds working line dogs. They have a bitch
that they were planning to keep, but have decided to let me purchase
her instead. And for a steal, too!

I pick her up today. She has already been trained and has been
started in SD tasks.

So, I’ll have two dogs in training, hopefully. One of my boys is
disabled and could use a dog, so if both dogs work out, I’ll keep the
one with the high drive and give Anna to my boy, since she is a pretty
low key girl.

A lot of ifs…I know, but still…I’m jazzed.

Now, for the Sabre update…

Sabre is getting worked every day. He is kept busy all day long. His
handler says “I understand why you re-homed this dog. I am having a
devil of a time getting a handle on his barking. Even when he’s
knackered…he still barks his head off!”

I’m glad to know it’s not just me.

Other than that, “he’s a fine dog. He does everything I ask, and I’m
glad that his training was started…He has a fine foundation and
should do well.”

I’m glad he’s doing well… Eating and feeling fine… It’s a big
relief to me.

Well, I’ll close for now. I’ve got to feed dogs and walk the house crew…

Tail swishes and puppy licks to all,

As for Annah, she doesn’t fit any of our handling/training styles, and that’s a shame cause myself, my Da, and both my older boys could qualify as SD users, so we will be keeping her and placing her once she is fully trained as an SD.