I know. Life is not fair. And life doesn’t care that I want it to be fair.

But I think our Government should be fair. It should be governed by people who play the game honorably, make their work transparent and suck it up when they don’t get their way and then work to make it better. In my mind, that is government’s job. That means when a spot on the Supreme Court became vacant, the sitting president, Obama, should have had the opportunity to fill it. That’s what I think. That’s the way it was meant to work.

But the little people in power decided to get what they want, not what is fair or right, or honorable. Don’t even get me started on dishonorable behavior. My God, didn’t these people learn about taking turns in Kindergarten?

Okay, I feel the anger building and I don’t need that. This rant was supposed to wind me down, not up. I just want to type a bunch of four letter words, but what’s that going to do? Nothing. I need to breathe. I need to look at what is in front of me. And call my representatives. Of course I live in Vermont so I’m pretty sure they are already obstructing where needed and supporting where needed.

I’m so effing miffed about what’s happening in North Dakota. Oh hell, I don’t have the energy to write down all the horrid things that are happening. If you want to know, you know. If you don’t, you don’t need me to tell you. Let me just say ARGH!

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A friend of mine, Megan, decided to blog again. Click her name and you can read about why… Go ahead, click it. I’ll be here when you get back.

Done? Megan’s post struck a chord with me. I too like to connect with others by reading about their lives, and by sharing mine. So I decided I would make the same commitment. I may not have much to say, writing wise, or wisecracking wise, (my favorite kind of posts) but I can talk about the day to day.

A little more often.

So back to dogs. If you go here, you can read about my excitement about agility training. (I know, I’m sending you away again.) So I set up a jump in my kitchen – it’s too cold and snowy outside to do it there – and cut up some cooked chicken.  Bacon would have been better but I was too impatient to cook bacon. My jump was a small broom balanced on a pair of snow boots. I should have taken pictures, rats. I have to say, it worked pretty well until Pippin got bored with jumping and started running around the jump. (Obviously, she did not get chicken for running around!!)

Now I’m wondering if there is someone I can ask to make jumps out of PCV pipe for me.  (I know I could make them, I’m just lazy.) and then I’ll need tunnels for her to run through and weaving poles and a dog walk. But I think with the right incentive (bacon) I’ll be able to train her. And perhaps if she has something to do she’ll stop picking on my sweet old Moose dog, who could chomp her in half if he had a mind. I mean really, she weighs 10 pounds and he was 67 at last measure. She grabs his back leg and he cries in pain but never even snaps at her. She doesn’t know how lucky she is. Look at that picture below, he could about swallow her whole.

Dogs. Can’t live without them.



If you don’t love dogs you may as well skip this. It’s a dog thing.

I was wasting time, watching you-tube videos of Jack Russell Terriers while waiting for my daughter to get done with a meeting and I came across this – it’s long so if you don’t watch anything else watch the team starting at 23:00.

I love that the dogs are mixed breeds, purebred, whatever.  I also love that they all have a mind of their own.  You should watch a few of these videos. I laughed so hard I about wet my pants.

Now I wanna train Pip to do this.  She already jumps up the couch and runs along the top, I figure she’s half way there!


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So if you’ve been around here for long, you’ll know I have dogs. My youngest and smallest is a Yorkshire/Jack Russell Terrier cross. I stumbled on to Jack Russell Races, I’m not sure how at the moment. I can’t remember. I wanted to train Pip to race, but unlike in England where it seems any dog can race, I’m afraid here in America I couldn’t find anything but purebred races. Mores the pity. Especially because the British race I saw was hilarious!

Watch one of these races to see how it’s done in America:

Then watch these:

Then guess which one I like better.

Finally, here’s a picture of Pippin – just because!


I’ve been thinking about this. Over on The Bloggess, Jenny Lawson’s doing The Seventh Annual James Garfield Miracle.  If you are in the giving mood, I highly recommend pitching in. Here in my town, we have a Christmas Tree at the bank that has the names of local families that are in need. I chose a seven-year-old boy.

He had a list of three things that he likes. So I bought some things on Amazon, but when it came it didn’t seem like enough. So I purchased another toy. And then a game caught my eye.

By this time I’d spent more than my budget, so I waffled. Then I thought about what Christmas must be like for a child from a family in need. I remembered the tight years we’ve had. And I wondered if it was possible to over-buy for a child in need. It’s not like one more gift was going to bankrupt me. So I picked up the game too.

Was that the right thing to do? It seemed reasonable to me. I won’t ever know if the gifts caused enjoyment, but I can’t imagine one more toy could be a bad thing. But am I setting him up to be disappointed next year? Well, I’m not responsible for next year. For all I know, Christmas will be canceled by then. So, for this year, I’m hoping that what I did was enough. I don’t care if it was too much. I’ve decided when buying for children in need there is no too much.

I have a feeling I’m going to apply this rule to grandchildren too. If I ever get any. And not too soon. I’m too young for grandchildren just yet.