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!
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.
I’ll I can think about today is how tired I am. I could just put my head down on my desk and fall into a deep, dreamless slumber. I just closed my eyes, thinking how lovely it would be to sleep and if someone hadn’t made a noise in the hall outside the office I could have been asleep now. That’s how fast I can fade from consciousness.
I don’t sleep particularly well, so I finally got another appointment with the sleep doctor. It takes ages to get in there. It’s been seven years, so they are treating me like a new patient. Rediculous. They can see what’s happening in my sleep cycles from the chip in my CPAP machine. But no, they want the whole shebang. I get to spend the night in an unfamiliar bed with a camera trained on me. It’s weird. But the worst part is the million wires they hook to me.
The ones on my legs always come off (I kick in my sleep) and then the tech has to wake me up and put them back on. Somehow that seems counter productive. Why bother putting them back on? I only kick them off again. It doesn’t feel like a great way to measure my sleep. It’s like waking a person to give them a sleeping pill.
(Wow. I just dozed off while writing this. That hasn’t happened in a while. And again. It makes it tough to follow a train of thought. Also, I ‘m having pretty mixed up dreams. It seems like they’d be more interesting to write about than sleep.)
I went for a little stroll, so maybe now I’ll be able to stay awake. That would be great because I’d rather not get fired. It’s the holiday season – I’m supposed to be tired, right? But maybe not this tired. Not fall asleep on my feet tired. I have a rare gift.
I’m back in the making mood, and this year I have the time – If you don’t count the fact I’m trying to finish a book. However, I can’t tell you what I’m making because if I did then some people might KNOW. And that would spoil the surprise. You’ll have to wait until after Christmas.
But you could tell me what you’re making. Couldn’t you?
Post me pictures of your creations if you can, or just tell me what you are doing. Who knows, you might be doing the project I’ll want to do next year!
If you want to look at the things I was contemplating you can see me on Pinterest:
Here’s something I might do next year.