tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80645102024-03-23T13:58:54.915-04:00Pippin's Gentle BlogPippin, the Gentle Puphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10006672496422698833noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-90859457004217555322012-02-16T13:00:00.005-05:002012-02-16T13:37:23.047-05:00Tell Me Thursday 2012 #7 (Guest Blog)<center><a href="http://crooksandcrazies.blogspot.com/2012/02/tell-me-thursday-2012-7.html"><img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/lkcarson/tellmethursW_sm.gif" border="0" /></a></center><br />Rafe here.<br /><br />Miss Pippin told me I better do this "Tell Me Thursday" chore. Said her scribe runs out of Typing by the time Pip wants to bark. Don't know what she rightly means, think this is her answer to Question 4.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://jorbar.livejournal.com/">Jorgen</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> would like to know what skill would you like to have that you don't currently have?</span><br /><br />Well, now, I think it'd be right handy if I could carry flakes of hay and distribute them for the Sheep. My handler does that now, while I just lie down and tell the sheep to Stay Right There. Gets kinda boring at times, like to switch jobs with her. Not sure she likes to lie down in the pasture though.<br /><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. If someone were going to play you in a movie, who do you think it would be?</span><br /><br />Heck, guess it'd be one of those fellows in Brokeback Mountain. Not sure how good-looking they were, barely saw them. That's okay, so long as he's not a rough-coat black-and-white.<br /><br />Here's a out-take from a Professional Photo Shoot. Said I might be a dog food model. Yep, lost out to the prick-eared black-and-white rough coat. All good, I got paid and didn't have to sell bad kibble.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJQlf0VZFoFoNTxU_Z8qibfCXGCB1NfnwxOo2zjg3EpowSRNhv1njCun2-FFuy1JRVEl-5H0c_zxim3hofZ5ayIQL1CuseGpB19upPNm8D1Qo8komLsooEqUafyzd-Wtpclzo/s1600/headshot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJQlf0VZFoFoNTxU_Z8qibfCXGCB1NfnwxOo2zjg3EpowSRNhv1njCun2-FFuy1JRVEl-5H0c_zxim3hofZ5ayIQL1CuseGpB19upPNm8D1Qo8komLsooEqUafyzd-Wtpclzo/s320/headshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709802576480222050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://in-theworks.blogspot.com/">Kelsey</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> wants to know what is a quality that you admire in a dog but would never fit with you?</span><br /><br />Hmm. Met a mini-Aussie once, a little Mosquito she was, fun to play with. But lord, could not live with that energy buzzing around.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. If you had just enough money to pay someone to do one chore for you, what would it be?</span><br /><br />Lie down at the top. A dog just gets going, moving those sheep, and then gets told to lie down? Sheesh.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Are you a procrastinator, a doitnower (I made that word up), or something in between?</span><br /><br />Drink when I'm thirsty, sleep when I'm tired, eat when I see something on the counter.<br /><br />Woof,<br />RafeRafehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842522024728953367noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-92096977326783702802012-02-09T21:56:00.001-05:002012-02-09T21:59:13.545-05:00Tell Me Thursday--Scribe remembers her job<br />
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My scribe has been full of her usual excuses for why we haven't blogged even though I've nudged and poked and prodded (I don't plead--there are limits). Anyway, my particularly cute face and a RSS reading break at the right moment moved her to action.</div>
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My ideal number of dogs is the number that is easiest to boss around. I have six dogs right now and that seems pretty easy. I'm sure I could handle a couple more. Cats, now that's a very different story. They are wily creatures with unpredictable habits. I think zero cats would be quite sufficient; however the people seem to just keep adding more of them.<br />
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I don't ever let my dogs off from training. If you do that, they end up thinking they don't have to do what you say and then you're forced to put them on their backs. The people don't much like that, so to keep them from bothering me with their rules, I've learned it's better to keep a constant training regimen going with my dogs.<br />
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I wished to be the dog of a Queen. (Hahahaha, got my wish.)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">It's TMT day again, friends, and thanks to Laura over at <a href="http://crooksandcrazies.blogspot.com/">Crooks and Crazies</a> for another week of thought-provoking prompts.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I would buy another house--we could call it a dog house--that had many rooms to house lots of people. I would go visit them every day and give them food and kisses--even if they didn't want the kisses, I would give kisses to them because they would be my people who I bought to give kisses to. I would also buy 107 dog beds with lots of cushiness and thick bolsters--nicer even than the ones the scribes look at on the computer window. I would buy Rafe, Hamish, Kyzer and Lad some more pasture land so they could have some more sheep, and I would buy Tansy 13 soft toys that would be in a special room in the dog house that only she could go in so that only she could play with them and they wouldn't get destuffed by some other dog (<a href="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~rqueen/Pets/Rafe.html">Rafe</a>, we aren't looking at you. Nope). I would buy Renzo some videos so he could have lots of video nights with our scribes. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I would donate the rest to <a href="http://www.greatlakesbcrescue.org/">the place we got Tansy</a>, cause they could sure use it. And some to RDM at <a href="http://www.bcbordercollies.com/">That'll Do Border Collie Rescue</a>, too, because she helps other dogs like us.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Definitely not. I don't work a day job now.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><center style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span></center></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I know the truth is that pigs can't do that--but I still get all teary eyed watching that little pig work so hard. "That'll do, Pig."</span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">2. <a href="http://suntripsamoyeds.blogspot.com/" style="color: #2244bb;" target="_blank">Ann</a> wants to know: How far do you drive/travel to attend trials, clinics, lessons? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">How far is too far?</span></b></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We travel lots of distances. I don't travel with the scribes and trial dogs much because of my important work keeping Renzo company and kissing the nice lady who comes to let us out. The people travel about an hour to go to lessons a couple of times a week. They've traveled about 8 hours for clinics, trials, etc. </span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Once one of the trial dogs convinces them to move into Open, they might travel a little further. We don't have a rolling house yet so it's kind of a hubbub getting us all into a hotel room. </span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">My scribe, Hamish and Kyzer traveled 3600 miles to visit the <a href="http://www.altapetestockdogs.com/">Mean Man from Alberta</a> last fall. They stayed there for a while and had lots of adventures. They learned some things, too. Including about mountain snowstorms. And praire snowstorms. And snowstorms caused by lake effect snow. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(It might have been just a tad late in the year for that kind of travel. But, the scribe didn't consult me)</span></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><b>3. What is your theme song (circa Ally McBeal)?</b></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSIjoFM2eD8SYERMic6P8XV5mXQ-1yz112awT4cJ4XXqSWfRMv8" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSIjoFM2eD8SYERMic6P8XV5mXQ-1yz112awT4cJ4XXqSWfRMv8" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">"You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face</span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And show the world all the love in your heart</span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Then people gonna treat you better<br />You're gonna find, yes, you will<br />That you're beautiful as you feel"</span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;">--Carol King</center><center style="text-align: left;"><br /></center><center style="text-align: left;"><br /></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><br /></center><center style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSw5KvB_rXzNhP9YnGao5Mo5lMbqLsrNvNfP4lTgM71j6xxnbWT" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSw5KvB_rXzNhP9YnGao5Mo5lMbqLsrNvNfP4lTgM71j6xxnbWT" /></a></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">"I'm a Bitch; I'm a Lover</span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'm a child; I'm a Mother</span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'm a sinner; I'm a saint<br />I do not feel ashamed<br />I'm your hell; I'm your dream<br />I'm nothing in between<br />you know you wouldn't want it any other way"</span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">--Meredith Brooks <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(But, I'm most certainly not a "Mother")</span></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><b>4. <a href="http://wickydoodle.livejournal.com/" style="color: #2244bb;" target="_blank">Laura S </a>wants to know: If you had to choose a new dog activity, one that you had never done before, what would you choose? </b></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">I think I would look smashing at a Canine Freestyle Dance competition</span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><b>5. What would your dog choose (or scribe, if you're Pippin--hey, that's me!!)?</b></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">My scribe thinks it would be kind of neat to learn to send a terrier to ground <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(we don't know how to tell her that Renzo is the only terrier who will ever live at our house) </span></span></span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></center>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> I'll be spending the week-end snuffling around in the tall grass, helping my scribe pick up the mail and do gardening chores, nap. I'll have my breakfast at the Breakfast Time and my dinner at the Dinner Time. I think my scribe rather than Tansy's scribe will be in charge of meals this week-end since I heard that Tansy's scribe might be going visiting. My scribe isn't as skilled, but we don't starve.</span></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Oh, probably when I was a a few days old or so. I've been kissing for a long time. It's kind of my specialty and I'm very good at it.</span></span></div>
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Pippin, the Gentle Puphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10006672496422698833noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-77082651610362309962011-09-01T19:28:00.000-04:002011-09-01T21:20:46.105-04:00Tell me, please<br />
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<br /></center><center style="text-align: left;"><b>1. How do you teach recalls to your dogs? </b></center><center style="text-align: left;">I don't teach recalls to my dogs. I prefer them to keep their distance from me. When I want them to come to me, I just run the other way and act like I'm doing something fun. But, really, I don't do that very often. They don't really leave me be enough; however, so I frequently have to correct them for coming to me.</center><center style="text-align: left;">
<br /></center><center style="text-align: left;">The people taught recalls in different ways. With me and Renzo, they were the most dedicated to actually training it and they played games and hid in the house and hid at the park and called us back and forth between them--that kind of thing. With the rest of them, I guess they just kind of used Renzo and me as the lures. They also showed us that we often get treats when we come. We Border Collies all pretty much come when we're called (we don't always lie down when we're told, though and my goofy little brother Hamish sometimes decides against that'll doing when he's driving sheep somewhere. You can hardly blame the guy, though the people do.)</center><center style="text-align: left;">
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<br /></center><center style="text-align: left;"><b>2. What is your favorite Restaurant or type of food? Clearly I have food on the brain much of the time.</b></center><center style="text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal">I used to prefer any food that was available on the counter but then a few years ago, I got really turned on to kitty food. We had this old cat, Inji, who ate on the side table and that was great. Since she was old and weak, she was easy to push aside. The counters at our new house are a lot wider, so it's harder to get my treats. Now, my favorite food is sardines, which we get on Wednesday nights.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><b> 3. What is your favorite interest outside of dogs/livestock/sports? </b></p><p class="MsoNormal">Well, I think I've mentioned that I like to play fetch (but only when the other dogs don't come to me and get in my way) and I like to visit with people and give kisses (funny, the visitors don't usually seem to appreciate my gentle, delicate, hardly wet at all style). I don't like any sports really. That's why my people ended up going to sheep. I also like to lay on the couch and rub my face after dinner.</p><p class="MsoNormal">The people read. And read. And read. I guess they like that. At least they let us sit with them when they do it.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b> 4. Describe your path from where you started out to where you are now! (For example, how did you get from Novice to Open? How long did it take? Train dogs? Buy dogs? I'll take answers for any sort of discipline, or even how did you go from wild dog that didn't listen to well behaved dog - interpret this however you like.) This question was suggested by <span style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Pippin</span> (yes, that'd be ME!)</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="text-decoration: none; ">I started training the people in 2004 when they brought me home. I worked hard to teach them to give me cookies and stuff like that. Before all the other dogs came, my scribe taught me lots and lots of tricks. I can whisper and play dead and shake with both left and right. I know how to bring useful objects on command and to turn on the light. I can shut doors. That was fun stuff to learn. My person tried to train me to discriminate among different toys like those Border Collies, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rico_(dog)">Rico</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaser_(dog)">Chaser</a>, but she was not up to the job. Once the other dogs started to come and the people got interested in stockwork, I got new jobs. I'm the second in command (or third if you count the people as two instead of as a unit--but we don't usually do that) and I take that pretty seriously.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="text-decoration: none; ">The people started learning to do stock stuff in spring 2006, but they didn't really have the dogs for being serious with it and they wanted to be more serious. Hamish was pretty good, but he was only one dog and they needed at least two. Tansy was fun, but had some baggage. So, in summer 2006, they added Rafe as a 7 mos old and then in December of that same year, they got Kyzer as a puppy. So, there they were with three young, green dogs to work (plus Tansy) and green as grass themselves. I shook my head....but they got good advice from their training friends and slowly learned. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="text-decoration: none; ">My brother Hamish went to his first trial in 2007. <span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>(N.B. If I were that kind of braggart, I might add that I came in first in the second Novice/Novice trial at the Bluegrass in 2008. Just in case you're wondering about me. H.B. Moy.)</i></span> My scribe sent Kyzer to see a man about a bridge in Alberta all winter in 2009. They all moved into Pro-Novice in 2010 and are now at Ranch, but they haven't been trialling much lately. Spending more time and effort on learning. My scribe is thinking that she is going to move into Open with Kyzer next year. Kyzer claims he's ready to go now, but she's holding him back. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="text-decoration: none; ">Tansy's scribe got Laddie last September and he's looking pretty fine. He's never written a blog post, though--maybe next week.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b> 5. Is there a dog that you raised that, if you knew then what you know now, you would have raised them differently? Question posed by <span style="text-decoration: none; "><a href="http://knottypineranch.blogspot.com/">Jodi</a></span>.</b><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">My people would have handled things differently with Rafe and Hamish. See, they are silly and don't get along at all, so one or the other of them has to be in the crate all the time. The people would have done more to intervene in their interactions if they'd understood where things were headed. No telling if that would have made a difference. They would have also done more to socialize Kyzer and build his confidence around people and other dogs, especially other dogs. Then he might not bark at those dangerous dogs in the mirror so much. We all find that annoying.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
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<br />Miss Pippin said I could answer those questions from that gal at <a href="http://crooksandcrazies.blogspot.com/">Carson's Crazies</a>. Okay!
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<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">1. Who is your newest dog? Where is he/she from, and why did you choose this particular dog/breeding?</span>
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<br />Nothing!! Lord. Got a bit of a split nail, hear talk of "vet wrap". Never like that stuff.
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<br />Sheep. Well, if they were here. Read the people, cats, other pups.
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<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">5. What upcoming trials are you looking forward to? If you don't trial dogs I'll take whatever activity that you're looking forward to.</span>
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<br />Hear talk of Kentucky and Ohio when the sun sets early. Hear we're getting our own sheep too. Right now, looking forward to going outside.
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<br /></div><div>I used to have a crate at my old house that was mine, all mine. I also had a crate in the car that was mine, all mine. Those days have passed, though and I have no crates to call my own. There are some crates in our house, though. Each of our kitties has a crate (3), there are soft-sided crates that the people take on long trips (2), there are the crates in the basement in case of a tornado (5), there are crates in the rolling living room (4 or 5, depending on whether Lad is going), there are crates for dogs who can't be trusted unsupervised (3), there are the puppy crates for, you know, any puppies (2) and there may be another couple hiding here or there, so that makes 20+. Yikes. Thanks for pointing that out. On the other hand, sounds like we're in good company.</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>We run them around the yard, insisting they throw things for us. Kyzer always makes it easy on them by bringing the stuff back to them, but the rest of us make them walk a little ways. We take them on off-leash walks around our property and I take my scribe on the special task of going to the mailbox (about 1/4 mile). I try to get her to run, but she usually declines. We go on hikes with them sometimes, too, but we don't really trust them to be off leash around other people.</div><div>
<br /></div><div><b>4) Who is your favorite movie/tv star eye candy at the moment?</b></div><div><b>
<br /></b></div><div>I find several of the movie stars in this clip pretty easy on the eyes</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>We moved to a new place in December so that we could have some livestock. We have 15 sheep waiting for their pasture to be fenced and somewhere there are some chicks, who are a twinkle in their momma's eye, who will come live with us next spring. For now, though, some of us go and visit Laddie's parents' farm and Kyzer's mom's farm. Some of us (me and Renzo) keep the home fires burning while that happens. We are all curious to see how Renzo will respond to our sheep and chickens. That should be a lot of fun!</div><div>
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<br /></div></div>Pippin, the Gentle Puphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10006672496422698833noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-80315229408283937362011-08-04T14:50:00.016-04:002011-08-04T16:46:20.699-04:00Tell Me Thursday<center><a href="http://crooksandcrazies.blogspot.com/2011/08/tell-me-thursday-3.html"><img border="0" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/lkcarson/GingerandNick-1-1.jpg" /></a></center><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><b>Laura over at <a href="http://crooksandcrazies.blogspot.com/">Crooks and Crazies</a> has this Thursday game going and I thought it'd be fun to play.<br /></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><b>(1) How did you get into border collies (or whatever your dogs of choice are)? What started it all? </b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">I got into Border Collies when I was born as one in Nov. 2003. Here's what I looked like when the people brought me home on Dec. 31.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMaAmmFs_v8WkorXIhhhKD3u1Vv7Txmuc58XO3zTaTHC4Ej5FeI_L2plQFkJ70QKn8tI6XwCdjb4AMpSexTKzk-8B9J-MiBqQAOD3HGX6DxkTPlTVn4rUB1gFqgyLpS_rLJT1/s1600/DSCF0033_1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMaAmmFs_v8WkorXIhhhKD3u1Vv7Txmuc58XO3zTaTHC4Ej5FeI_L2plQFkJ70QKn8tI6XwCdjb4AMpSexTKzk-8B9J-MiBqQAOD3HGX6DxkTPlTVn4rUB1gFqgyLpS_rLJT1/s400/DSCF0033_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637076180985149426" /></a>The people got into Border Collies because they were playing flyball with the mutt, Renzo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpgiVedGSQ55_-6DXkzhcfAXJ9mn7K3JeLqIOnjvoypA1E8rkUoZ1pzwsimUToywL7bOd-oqVpojAW9g4mAA9XSxwzsCZJQpjGwJNR-7eoXEu-2LjSb9RsP-a53fPul56xmoXV/s1600/DSC_4860_1_1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpgiVedGSQ55_-6DXkzhcfAXJ9mn7K3JeLqIOnjvoypA1E8rkUoZ1pzwsimUToywL7bOd-oqVpojAW9g4mAA9XSxwzsCZJQpjGwJNR-7eoXEu-2LjSb9RsP-a53fPul56xmoXV/s400/DSC_4860_1_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637077636262229026" /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">In his case, that meant learning to bark less (which, if you know anything about flyball, tells you something about how much he barked). The people had been avowed Cat People but then something happened to them one day and they brought home Renzo. He was insane. Srsly. So they found flyball to channel his insanity. They saw lots of Border Collies there. They liked them but had heard that Border Collies are insane and they couldn't fathom having two insane dogs. Their flyball peeps convinced them otherwise, so they got me. Then, about 18 mos later, they got my BFF Tansy from <a href="http://greatlakesbcrescue.org/">Great Lakes Border Collie Rescue</a>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3g2FYeXqPIPEnhgYZzC_qfFI9CG_ECKSdUWGAI7LOfovMWovBuPuYXfpLPOCjFPMl4L6NgaQD9p06gxA8boiHhYKe946KB36bQtCCXp-UPQ8GwCWBlirfm2RmDi0AEi_WKMhr/s1600/DSCF0048.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3g2FYeXqPIPEnhgYZzC_qfFI9CG_ECKSdUWGAI7LOfovMWovBuPuYXfpLPOCjFPMl4L6NgaQD9p06gxA8boiHhYKe946KB36bQtCCXp-UPQ8GwCWBlirfm2RmDi0AEi_WKMhr/s400/DSCF0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637079336185688642" /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">She took them to the next level of the Border Collie vortex. Several more of us followed her, and she made the people buy us a little farm and our sheep are just waiting for our fence to be finished before they'll join us, too. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><br /><b>(2) How many dogs do you have? All dog math variations accepted. </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: font-size:13px;">Well,Tansy and I jointly own the boys, so I guess technically, I co-own five. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><br /><b>(3) What do you do for a day job? </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: font-size:13px;">I make sure the people's couch doesn't fall apart while they are gone or that the bathroom floor doesn't suddenly get hot for some reason. Don't smirk, it could happen. The people work in a city about 30 minutes from our farm. My scribe is a linguist. Tansy's scribe is a visual resources specialist. I have no idea what they do all day. My scribe complains more than Tansy's. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><br /><b>(4) What questions would you like to answer (or ask)? </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: font-size:13px;">My scribe has always been impressed with how quickly you moved into Open and would like to know if there is a magic charm (We've told her that the magic charm is called "talent," but she holds out hope that there might be something else, too)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><br /><b>(5) What was for dinner last night? </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: font-size:13px;">Kibble with yogurt, Salmon oil and melon. (ETA: I actually forgot what we had for dinner last night. See comments for an accurate account.)My scribe missed dinner because she was on a plane at dinner time and was too cheap to purchase the delicacies on offer. Don't worry, she didn't faint dead away from lack of food or anything.</span></div></div>Pippin, the Gentle Puphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10006672496422698833noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-88322868297897371682011-08-03T11:08:00.003-04:002011-08-03T11:47:14.083-04:00Peep on the way home<div>One of our people has been gone for a month (cavorting with some pups in Colorado). </div><div><br /></div><div>We hear she's on the way back. About time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some of us are watching for her!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn7TWEt1wDPyQWoOGYinsgJViUjH7z4fXx2VJc4IwxNeou0ggari7dWfuWotS8-r60igjty1ZS7Jagv9Zw3bmQZA6WlwEJI0aXAuseoertFyyUZv8teq8ROakwKKBCAlgVY4uF/s1600/DSC_0218.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn7TWEt1wDPyQWoOGYinsgJViUjH7z4fXx2VJc4IwxNeou0ggari7dWfuWotS8-r60igjty1ZS7Jagv9Zw3bmQZA6WlwEJI0aXAuseoertFyyUZv8teq8ROakwKKBCAlgVY4uF/s400/DSC_0218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636648027756174178" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGITb4c8u8DAeVm2LekkG_paS3rQzZ6JAn7ZjHZ439wb23SoKmByIfqbn4EBgqPoIlqetMsbRkaFBM6x40MT1RPv_it8Aig4SxingOOg6x8-Qp5MRLozEorNo_pR_wYIGtzYW5/s1600/DSC_0226.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGITb4c8u8DAeVm2LekkG_paS3rQzZ6JAn7ZjHZ439wb23SoKmByIfqbn4EBgqPoIlqetMsbRkaFBM6x40MT1RPv_it8Aig4SxingOOg6x8-Qp5MRLozEorNo_pR_wYIGtzYW5/s400/DSC_0226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636648022420682114" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4I7RX9xPCgkgpFMqBLfEi_Yw7w1571k8XzvSPijJ9reVdVRZ1JnjgrsAfWKjWYm8K9SKU_ogaPdZm2dkiuZNLx5zZSqZZqd8Z8blUFGyDQca2JOUXNvG7FZoskL4MUPM4mq7/s1600/DSC_0227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4I7RX9xPCgkgpFMqBLfEi_Yw7w1571k8XzvSPijJ9reVdVRZ1JnjgrsAfWKjWYm8K9SKU_ogaPdZm2dkiuZNLx5zZSqZZqd8Z8blUFGyDQca2JOUXNvG7FZoskL4MUPM4mq7/s400/DSC_0227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636648016356799570" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZHlKH00A3X7B9wPFG13d0aWhLQ9kq4OKUm-P-hBNCEI_g8amiQ6w1VRgfGJ_edzDpweafwKfLxwWP9dz8fuj12HhmlProdInM5ZaoW0Fd3Q1RvyLHG-6k8aqozkWIoSmVqyx/s1600/DSC_0229.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiZHlKH00A3X7B9wPFG13d0aWhLQ9kq4OKUm-P-hBNCEI_g8amiQ6w1VRgfGJ_edzDpweafwKfLxwWP9dz8fuj12HhmlProdInM5ZaoW0Fd3Q1RvyLHG-6k8aqozkWIoSmVqyx/s400/DSC_0229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636648012946705138" /></a>Pippin, the Gentle Puphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10006672496422698833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-89905547595841399872011-07-04T12:45:00.005-04:002011-07-04T15:15:31.188-04:00Lying around<div>It's been, like, literally, years since I've been able to rouse the one with the thumbs into posting on my own blog. Seriously, if you were to go back and look for the last post by *me*, you'd be looking in 2008. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh well, new times, new promises.</div><div><br /></div><div>We've been doing lots of things. We lost a member of the pack (old kitty, Inji). We added some new members to our pack--a couple of cats (Lars and Milo) and a young pup, Lad. The biggest thing is we moved. We moved to a lovely place outside of town where we all have a lot of space to run. My BFF Tansy showed you some pictures when she resurrected the blog a while ago.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still, some things don't change. Even though the majority of us are Border Collies, we all still spend a lot of time just lying around.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcg5ny3l1rt5gi5WhP7J-2FJCCVjQ5TN3Vv3wlkO6_Din9pQ3liYda4qNTGbZ_GwrLKlXbSXD6Vz7wIJYvQZD_MDWRFFn-f4_gbIsOroELFU51T6jtvBB2QFGglvfeopk_dq5/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcg5ny3l1rt5gi5WhP7J-2FJCCVjQ5TN3Vv3wlkO6_Din9pQ3liYda4qNTGbZ_GwrLKlXbSXD6Vz7wIJYvQZD_MDWRFFn-f4_gbIsOroELFU51T6jtvBB2QFGglvfeopk_dq5/s400/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625542787552808082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here's Fox, the dastardly cat, looking all picturesque.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAs9LRyNVSMLmDygtkiaIZyJblwpL9shAFYw4t7dEAeKOAGY-Ipv8UQ1jIN5R_CuWtIDiz37uomvy2qdnO6CbknYp3lSl4v0k1W4eKPFncaNgsxllafLXLdpN03n-yTkakQtNK/s1600/DSC_0350.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAs9LRyNVSMLmDygtkiaIZyJblwpL9shAFYw4t7dEAeKOAGY-Ipv8UQ1jIN5R_CuWtIDiz37uomvy2qdnO6CbknYp3lSl4v0k1W4eKPFncaNgsxllafLXLdpN03n-yTkakQtNK/s400/DSC_0350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625542779915708786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here's one of the new boys, Milo, in a unique spot in a window.</div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_4gFygJzBMin_TU6oMiTH0vebft5OEaXtqA6sj9e68WLsbb615uxXePex4Jso97ShljK9uG9tjcC_ZEv0uE-KybTLVvQEeo4vAMaqz2Qufp3ib2pP4Sv3ZYRxGa-CHtFmOws7/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_4gFygJzBMin_TU6oMiTH0vebft5OEaXtqA6sj9e68WLsbb615uxXePex4Jso97ShljK9uG9tjcC_ZEv0uE-KybTLVvQEeo4vAMaqz2Qufp3ib2pP4Sv3ZYRxGa-CHtFmOws7/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625542770061751090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kyzer with only a stone for a pillow.</div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLu2B0-_5IOurpUHN3r8rtm3EV2Gap5VgeSDdjwEGej8FtCdLSO2rpkUTNs8WDzlpps7UbOQZ96KvloDXEwZAQP-85xU8aaBO6-q8jM6J6HHqTCi9_eETJM48p5OhYmJCv3kkE/s1600/DSC_0389.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLu2B0-_5IOurpUHN3r8rtm3EV2Gap5VgeSDdjwEGej8FtCdLSO2rpkUTNs8WDzlpps7UbOQZ96KvloDXEwZAQP-85xU8aaBO6-q8jM6J6HHqTCi9_eETJM48p5OhYmJCv3kkE/s400/DSC_0389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625542764695082450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My handsome little brother</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bYbqjewqMzhno5kl8OFnYXUxmOIfXdqwpXfq_JycN771QnO2KC9Xuc7FbDXKYLw2yp_sSJF0JWODme5K4LDbao6EDefn1jquQge4-I5T52TRoRfvtoqr5opvc1bsQoEsUan0/s1600/DSC_0352.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bYbqjewqMzhno5kl8OFnYXUxmOIfXdqwpXfq_JycN771QnO2KC9Xuc7FbDXKYLw2yp_sSJF0JWODme5K4LDbao6EDefn1jquQge4-I5T52TRoRfvtoqr5opvc1bsQoEsUan0/s400/DSC_0352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625542760594406194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And me, glorious me.</div></div>Pippin, the Gentle Puphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10006672496422698833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-6434851470822513422011-06-29T21:13:00.005-04:002011-06-29T21:24:35.779-04:00Investigations (Guest Blog)Greetings, Gentlepups!<br /><br />One of the Delights of living in the Country is the Wealth and Variety of Smells. And Objects. I believe this Delight is understood by Everydog. Therefore I will not Describe; you will simply Know. Here is Pippin, enjoying a Smell:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTU1O1l22HyowDpdA3Nl69XYW90QzZnDorw77U_0HGYq6UTydWicuD2d1JA0n57mFdNGFl_DMEUH8nZj5fyimS2je-WXlkTBS7ri0gbuhMM-xBCp5F5BgbS5gUyC8GBVwti8m/s1600/sniff1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTU1O1l22HyowDpdA3Nl69XYW90QzZnDorw77U_0HGYq6UTydWicuD2d1JA0n57mFdNGFl_DMEUH8nZj5fyimS2je-WXlkTBS7ri0gbuhMM-xBCp5F5BgbS5gUyC8GBVwti8m/s320/sniff1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623816821621854578" /></a><br />She was soon joined by Rafe:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmEvnXOF5HJAFL-sSFb2UKDpME29hJbkee0zLxdIHqzSGwmUgZahxGQIDMjgdclAnbfB6trfbjS2wfqrghudLq2ClEDrBMQcAHyuHHKrpbyNrmwyL30_N6AXQ6_IEwqKFTcVp/s1600/sniff2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmEvnXOF5HJAFL-sSFb2UKDpME29hJbkee0zLxdIHqzSGwmUgZahxGQIDMjgdclAnbfB6trfbjS2wfqrghudLq2ClEDrBMQcAHyuHHKrpbyNrmwyL30_N6AXQ6_IEwqKFTcVp/s320/sniff2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623816827849381954" /></a><br />Lovely!<br /><br />Barks,<br />TansyTansyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939541425309652789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-28171690073588623442011-06-16T11:33:00.003-04:002011-06-16T11:52:28.160-04:00New Fields! (Guest Blog)Greetings, Gentlepups!<br /><br />I am Delighted to return to barking here! Many Suns and Snows have passed since we have moved to the Country. Much Work, Tales to Tell. We love our new Space. And I believe It loves Us, it has become more Beautiful since our Arrival. Here I present a photograph of my First Visit, before the Snow:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xIu3q6wvbXLkWwjD3umuBW4V9cn1-GVydMxK1tGxsnHj00u6AQ9TdhHtA_6RhWcaQ5qAAN6IT1ZDqF_NAPf0_wZLJI_vSBsZ3sC1N9yZv8Gc1Q2D6b98UpUAK9wt8lasXWqP/s1600/fallfield.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xIu3q6wvbXLkWwjD3umuBW4V9cn1-GVydMxK1tGxsnHj00u6AQ9TdhHtA_6RhWcaQ5qAAN6IT1ZDqF_NAPf0_wZLJI_vSBsZ3sC1N9yZv8Gc1Q2D6b98UpUAK9wt8lasXWqP/s320/fallfield.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618845811530436994" /></a><br /><br />And you saw how Beautiful it is now, in the Photograph on Minimal Monday?<br /><br />Barks,<br />TansyTansyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939541425309652789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-27371701475150088922011-06-13T16:12:00.003-04:002011-06-13T16:13:35.302-04:00Minimal Monday (Guest Blog)Greetings, Gentlepups!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWa3yFWM-EZntP4EKPOpLmGMI-UMG30ZVoRa-GX6uYOA8MY8a0ytX3cZCrmUzYkp6vaD2OuDOv7xeLIe0IxGRtEXmE46GHCBhNwXaxSN61lYGuqC40kBXiFsRQjV_kHFjhkKiY/s1600/field.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWa3yFWM-EZntP4EKPOpLmGMI-UMG30ZVoRa-GX6uYOA8MY8a0ytX3cZCrmUzYkp6vaD2OuDOv7xeLIe0IxGRtEXmE46GHCBhNwXaxSN61lYGuqC40kBXiFsRQjV_kHFjhkKiY/s320/field.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617799841665632498" border="0" /></a>Barks,<br />TansyTansyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939541425309652789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-22183356672567111842010-07-08T20:27:00.002-04:002010-07-08T20:40:54.042-04:00Well, hey! (Guest Blog)<div style="text-align: left;">Rafe here.</div><div><br /></div><div>Goodness! We pups have been Absent With Out Leave (that means "AWOL")! Time to get "back in the saddle". </div><div><br /></div><div>Learned a few things these past suns. New word combinations. More ways to move Sheep. Working on a way to take one away from its pals. Just for a time, then let it go back. Wouldn't be nice to Sheep otherwise.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Got a few more stories to tell. So does Tansy. Not sure about Miss Pippin, think she wants to show pictures, stay quiet. Wordless Wednesday, she tells me. OK (that's "okay") by me. Right now, I'll show you this picture. It's me after a good time Working.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0HQR6iSSsOIQ4u2pI6UiFzYCwzsFS_iH7-St_zVO4WcCGHzfNDsya5dOjePnmN_WetOZkd8BW20hpAEjjE22vrVc7fVuXLGzr1yIb3DrNkyZomcW8wnDWuLb0v3kgfojCTN2/s320/Rvan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491699511374731618" /></div><div>Woof,</div><div>Rafe</div>Rafehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842522024728953367noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-65764521192301349102010-03-12T21:26:00.007-05:002010-03-12T21:34:42.629-05:00Pilla! (Guest Blog)Rafe here.<br /><br />Serious pup, I am. Like to Work. Might not know, like to Play, too. Good game: Pilla!<br /><br />See a Pilla - pounce!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGymo9K0ruknKH1f_kxJOBXMOfEXkjEoK2CQ8-mvV0fB-AAV9ztOzDyFcqN6yrcU8yq3QvxwzD9h7JVSexiNW7uu1OHKT-NOP5CxiRUqNUwtaI2v08ytwViEWsmOql4rKFDXHn/s1600-h/RP1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGymo9K0ruknKH1f_kxJOBXMOfEXkjEoK2CQ8-mvV0fB-AAV9ztOzDyFcqN6yrcU8yq3QvxwzD9h7JVSexiNW7uu1OHKT-NOP5CxiRUqNUwtaI2v08ytwViEWsmOql4rKFDXHn/s320/RP1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447940951049032786" border="0" /></a><br />Grab and carry<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqhtbFf71FMfsMtTkyUJl0pxkNhaTAzrtKncRZGNR6pr9VxmYgqTQpcfKFB2HE_G3jEC6i7WFETZSTk9cv-KmC64ygQsTBORIUuM0UpUDUI85BDPhDV_PC6-xvpSmsrsQ8m6k/s1600-h/RP2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqhtbFf71FMfsMtTkyUJl0pxkNhaTAzrtKncRZGNR6pr9VxmYgqTQpcfKFB2HE_G3jEC6i7WFETZSTk9cv-KmC64ygQsTBORIUuM0UpUDUI85BDPhDV_PC6-xvpSmsrsQ8m6k/s320/RP2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447940800551400130" border="0" /></a><br />Uh-oh, tipsy off<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMi6B88W5_RzbeZV2dN3DkgSqcRGc6OK7RrzxJaCqhOyNhCSw33rF7JFgozRj2oZM9N_JM2jIGOJbUMwcjvm9FtjunphlU19LXuJNyF5EnergaKsB1sTxcI28Wf5TE5a-XF9_e/s1600-h/RP3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMi6B88W5_RzbeZV2dN3DkgSqcRGc6OK7RrzxJaCqhOyNhCSw33rF7JFgozRj2oZM9N_JM2jIGOJbUMwcjvm9FtjunphlU19LXuJNyF5EnergaKsB1sTxcI28Wf5TE5a-XF9_e/s320/RP3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447940603729166530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Pull it back up<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_wCeRKFxnCPJHMj52TkxPa3kT7Cux3_dUk6mvnsE-mwUWH-rwrygqWZdYdzNo6O-VnT7_uGmjIvAp2F53ic2xHdizd-YnWCAAxTa38VYWbL_q-bsqtyRk5-AEG116870NWrY/s1600-h/RP4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_wCeRKFxnCPJHMj52TkxPa3kT7Cux3_dUk6mvnsE-mwUWH-rwrygqWZdYdzNo6O-VnT7_uGmjIvAp2F53ic2xHdizd-YnWCAAxTa38VYWbL_q-bsqtyRk5-AEG116870NWrY/s320/RP4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447940430414444066" border="0" /></a><br />A Fine Game, Pilla!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiij6uwQfgdRuCWbHzvOPmgf1HESJYezEKAM_7LyUE786yu_jE4e6j3MsvZoFA17B1QmrPp_S0wlr81gaeTAIab-V81NOPbMv75HrDiXCnGT4dzv5RU6wheQ22S-XKvZqUvZeqE/s1600-h/RP5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiij6uwQfgdRuCWbHzvOPmgf1HESJYezEKAM_7LyUE786yu_jE4e6j3MsvZoFA17B1QmrPp_S0wlr81gaeTAIab-V81NOPbMv75HrDiXCnGT4dzv5RU6wheQ22S-XKvZqUvZeqE/s320/RP5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447940183775490642" border="0" /></a><br />Woof,<br />RafeRafehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842522024728953367noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-36437828283477313142010-02-28T10:45:00.007-05:002010-02-28T11:17:18.749-05:00Young Kyzer (Guest Blog)Greetings, Gentlepups!<br /><br />I told last of a Journey to take young Kyzer to college. There is more of the Journey, yet news of Kyzer also needs told. We hear of his progress near every Full Moon - a Curious Time to choose, perhaps of Ovine importance?<br /><br />Our news of Kyzer is best told with Photographs.<br /><br />The weather is good. Cold at times, but not too much Snow:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWMEXsK1HJ8R1H0rpr9SFJSXyhTbrgmlK9Aog7nwXxvMXPtR6fOHcpUeV3m3JG90s1maQ8UyplwHwvoGu7pY2uY0Ph6ECE_J9GU9BQHXG0D04VOcHpONGtK2jwrdfjcjdbtq2/s1600-h/Kyzer2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWMEXsK1HJ8R1H0rpr9SFJSXyhTbrgmlK9Aog7nwXxvMXPtR6fOHcpUeV3m3JG90s1maQ8UyplwHwvoGu7pY2uY0Ph6ECE_J9GU9BQHXG0D04VOcHpONGtK2jwrdfjcjdbtq2/s320/Kyzer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327919749052274" border="0" /></a><br />He does still have his tail (it was tucked out of sight in the previous Photograph):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FxCOLY7KXo-iDWN4TU6NnGuqqqaVnE4Qb3EYSnWHn7uV6vuFK2K6uUw2Rw1mCvhsz5Nlr19ucKP9qClcRE2GT6e9lF0CkXSkaCUu-5evGl9S7UgNqT5bg8bzBZVpqDwwTs5H/s1600-h/Kyzer3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FxCOLY7KXo-iDWN4TU6NnGuqqqaVnE4Qb3EYSnWHn7uV6vuFK2K6uUw2Rw1mCvhsz5Nlr19ucKP9qClcRE2GT6e9lF0CkXSkaCUu-5evGl9S7UgNqT5bg8bzBZVpqDwwTs5H/s320/Kyzer3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443328172551165410" border="0" /></a><br />The Sheep will wander, but he has learned how to move them with a wave of the paw:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkr3BAhGVAi8I328VX97cJp8spk4IL6yRV-SAM3sElz047tgS83U6ALc22NHsRMKUZ37GnoKjctUMhySvigkkr42L5ZypdOKxwayqENUVWuA0breJNlhw6bfIOASfmES65Yonl/s1600-h/kyzer1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkr3BAhGVAi8I328VX97cJp8spk4IL6yRV-SAM3sElz047tgS83U6ALc22NHsRMKUZ37GnoKjctUMhySvigkkr42L5ZypdOKxwayqENUVWuA0breJNlhw6bfIOASfmES65Yonl/s320/kyzer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327764776098754" border="0" /></a><br />(That was a Joke!) Young Kyzer is working with authority, driving well and responding to whistles. If I may add, he looks like a Fine Sheepdog:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-lOX9tTLZGs17fIV6BEo6u3QIGycRV1mTPnAlgVmqUW2-oEQEonubGrpRjzQVFaj9x5NZ0CX7gQpQaHIggn_xg5CY1LbHVWlNWbLz_GVPcRje-wy0kwSXMX-IN-AMpzn0dQjB/s1600-h/Kyzer4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-lOX9tTLZGs17fIV6BEo6u3QIGycRV1mTPnAlgVmqUW2-oEQEonubGrpRjzQVFaj9x5NZ0CX7gQpQaHIggn_xg5CY1LbHVWlNWbLz_GVPcRje-wy0kwSXMX-IN-AMpzn0dQjB/s320/Kyzer4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327552950998466" border="0" /></a><br />Barks,<br />TansyTansyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939541425309652789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-19535250573055491092010-02-24T14:43:00.005-05:002010-02-24T15:15:18.835-05:00A Journey: Destination (Guest Blog)Greetings, Gentlepups!<br /><br />It has been many Suns since my Journey. And my last Report. My scribe apologies. We have had Snow. (And Work, and Books, and Light Box watching as of late.)<br /><br />My report has been on our journey to take Kyzer to Sheepdog College. He is most Fortunate to attend college and study with a Gentleman Trainer. (We have had some news from young Kyzer. He has been reluctant to make Friends with the other sheepdogs. I believe he is staying true to his Flock.)<br /><br />Here I show the last road to college:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Cm_Z4qpndR_wnkdBSqPsakB7rlMR9U24cB3_2cBQcP1cKnLUdC9EiNqXgqZY0UyC28dxkSBELjHBOOaZZhhEsVDLrracDI6ANfexPzJheNqKJaJY9-dhmrbPhAGt-g4Ia1A_/s1600-h/road.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Cm_Z4qpndR_wnkdBSqPsakB7rlMR9U24cB3_2cBQcP1cKnLUdC9EiNqXgqZY0UyC28dxkSBELjHBOOaZZhhEsVDLrracDI6ANfexPzJheNqKJaJY9-dhmrbPhAGt-g4Ia1A_/s320/road.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441904958307452514" border="0" /></a><br />And our first view of college:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOajctGmxOESTCZm3KfTrZxacYtELlWNrNgo7Cz3LZ0NY8XsDLe6vgFRdnQKTW3vvGzsd9kCq2Jyh4HKv_mXMRkmRKQcUJKnkiB1hb3RsTig8hPqSdRwg1G0j6JWX5hhgqUpt/s1600-h/approach.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOajctGmxOESTCZm3KfTrZxacYtELlWNrNgo7Cz3LZ0NY8XsDLe6vgFRdnQKTW3vvGzsd9kCq2Jyh4HKv_mXMRkmRKQcUJKnkiB1hb3RsTig8hPqSdRwg1G0j6JWX5hhgqUpt/s320/approach.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441904734639078546" border="0" /></a><br />The most beautiful Barn he sees every day:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9jacrw1q2690MlrXYCx5dRuCSZUQcF9fsuAFK-uLc98KUsNSJagR0e5a_vgc377b9YLR9pfG7ZWcbK7mUbuRIo5FdTa18uZ9-e7TTqKE-qTe9rPPLvQeot3xvDc86vV28WSKX/s1600-h/barn.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9jacrw1q2690MlrXYCx5dRuCSZUQcF9fsuAFK-uLc98KUsNSJagR0e5a_vgc377b9YLR9pfG7ZWcbK7mUbuRIo5FdTa18uZ9-e7TTqKE-qTe9rPPLvQeot3xvDc86vV28WSKX/s320/barn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441904524662032098" border="0" /></a><br />A splendid place to work, do you not agree?<br /><br />Barks,<br />TansyTansyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939541425309652789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-10276728295155019172009-12-08T20:46:00.007-05:002009-12-08T21:03:31.154-05:00A Journey: Second Report (Guest Blog)Greetings, Gentlepups!<br /><br />I have some more Words about our Journey. After the smooth land stopped, we entered a State named Montana. I have Uncertainty about this State.<br /><br />There were pleasant Vistas:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGU6c4rE8OsbP133NAI5AW1itf8J32_j0iI2K-Pm3l8ygJ0g3-P6G_jXqY__gAgFt-gLMnvGWirUxA2LIpxDzbfk2F1Q-xYKaBdkQ3zj6g69KvRpvvahZSZdpiUkv_d-R_E4jD/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGU6c4rE8OsbP133NAI5AW1itf8J32_j0iI2K-Pm3l8ygJ0g3-P6G_jXqY__gAgFt-gLMnvGWirUxA2LIpxDzbfk2F1Q-xYKaBdkQ3zj6g69KvRpvvahZSZdpiUkv_d-R_E4jD/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413047773951721394" border="0" /></a><br />And useful Historical Information:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbDhmMIWV1i6DPfXL5xMun7cEDOOpFVTokiGA4cFykRSPER9FMZx4tw_i_fyMgL4S4xmNDCQ5EIAbJGz8VwFOsMOxL7yEtR-bFlMDrt0w1oZqaEBgsDxtz7hvGFvYYc5p3zAj/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbDhmMIWV1i6DPfXL5xMun7cEDOOpFVTokiGA4cFykRSPER9FMZx4tw_i_fyMgL4S4xmNDCQ5EIAbJGz8VwFOsMOxL7yEtR-bFlMDrt0w1oZqaEBgsDxtz7hvGFvYYc5p3zAj/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413048100353462434" border="0" /></a><br />Yet at times we felt Unwelcome:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yuqAXBdz4c_JMPQ5av5ttAjNvhNFC1zETvOptmFzg3kGY1emsKrvTRF9ceMojYlTQFd47w5MrObk2VilNFI7Po1oh10y-kkXuGJnVF7W8y_7biH-eMJWVi6wDdFEpg8Kxa2k/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yuqAXBdz4c_JMPQ5av5ttAjNvhNFC1zETvOptmFzg3kGY1emsKrvTRF9ceMojYlTQFd47w5MrObk2VilNFI7Po1oh10y-kkXuGJnVF7W8y_7biH-eMJWVi6wDdFEpg8Kxa2k/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413048728237277186" border="0" /></a><br />And, might somedogs agree, Disrespected?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJuFEg8HwcbvZhyphenhyphensrdYCSZsJ7kL2sog2pqU1wAE9Swb9Kusykw89VoCTy4sb6vM3kXxZP4Roj0ZaKmUxe9bVC7YFE8gPLXpCQlMW-W69vAdi11lVLGQwBiSYxS-VoOTBFOe0s-/s1600-h/ParkRegs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJuFEg8HwcbvZhyphenhyphensrdYCSZsJ7kL2sog2pqU1wAE9Swb9Kusykw89VoCTy4sb6vM3kXxZP4Roj0ZaKmUxe9bVC7YFE8gPLXpCQlMW-W69vAdi11lVLGQwBiSYxS-VoOTBFOe0s-/s320/ParkRegs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413048407285291810" border="0" /></a><br />Sharp Barks!<br />TansyTansyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939541425309652789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-49352318751968018912009-12-05T12:06:00.010-05:002009-12-07T12:07:04.391-05:00A Journey: First Report (Guest Blog)Greetings, Gentlepups!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Some Suns ago I accompanied Young Kyzer to his Sheepdog College. We journeyed Far and saw much New, some of which I would like to share.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The first New was this youngster:</div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHefE9ge1nV6jWBZ-Ujvn_GLn2oL2IPADBGM7cqE6lUBnRW8dkcqD0BpwuvGvuHL2dnUYHHoDXtfjOvVgvq7E5DrS_ia37x_Ddoy3ZLXIY8pMOpRyQcAmk8NXaMLwuLHSwRTBI/s320/Badger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411804653157809202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>She is attending College with Kyzer and traveled with us. She is small, and most unusual in appearance for a working border collie. I gave her a Sharp Bark! upon greeting, and she behaved very well thereafter.</div><div><br /></div><div>We were busy the first Suns, traveling and sleeping in new places. On the third Sun we stopped to see a beautiful New:</div></div><div><br /></div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-II2-Jc3NCVv4JfWmx1VXyATK9JUQWpBcf3FooN1O8greb2rkGb8GIxS1f3e4dyCLRtYVStFakLIsRt0Gd30e089Pi0k9XGchqmxWmyGXRLxmqc-qgm4_xXkruqhyphenhyphenBOaHMuS/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411806151836831730" border="0" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2aqZRi03lPJuTJXHwxWqswhvOmIp4qhWny47BQjdzMfmQBziZL7z0UMeyjlJvbubp6HF2bZoWwYQ2uleEjxUxRGZxvDQS7nvCSqQEKPvOxH-xwK4GUmCgpvELFo1zpqPX-1ro/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2aqZRi03lPJuTJXHwxWqswhvOmIp4qhWny47BQjdzMfmQBziZL7z0UMeyjlJvbubp6HF2bZoWwYQ2uleEjxUxRGZxvDQS7nvCSqQEKPvOxH-xwK4GUmCgpvELFo1zpqPX-1ro/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411805494370588194" border="0" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div><div>After so much smooth landscape these Valleys and Hills [<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">the Painted Canyon in North Dakota's Theodore Roosevelt National Park - ed</span>.] were a Surprise! We saw Horses, but no Sheep there.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We saw much more New of which I will report later.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bark,<br /></div><div>Tansy</div>Tansyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939541425309652789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-28473440205754305112009-11-24T10:45:00.000-05:002009-11-24T11:04:38.324-05:00Smoothies update (Guest Blog)Rafe here.<br /><br />Well, not here. At the Farm. Getting some advanced driving training. Sheep, not Cars, I like to be chauffeured.<br /><br />Sure do like working every day. Hear young Kyzer is working every day too, on a Farm in Canada. Should have some good stories for us. He's staying here:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaiTM7sYxkPhBZvNpa88HHjnMZmoKu2evvMXKipnWrgg4Pw4EKHMcL8LlCK5uzvFn4xeKesWmNiv5Sb7SkUFv5KKwneodGOWlGBwWxCYZsRUyI0uzpOL2BWBlDNYuWCbp559c6/s1600/farm1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaiTM7sYxkPhBZvNpa88HHjnMZmoKu2evvMXKipnWrgg4Pw4EKHMcL8LlCK5uzvFn4xeKesWmNiv5Sb7SkUFv5KKwneodGOWlGBwWxCYZsRUyI0uzpOL2BWBlDNYuWCbp559c6/s320/farm1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407684759808065810" border="0" /></a><br />Good to see he has a Red Barn too.<br /><br />Stay warm, pups, snow is in the air.<br /><br />Woof,<br />RafeRafehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842522024728953367noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-16977763812611436692009-09-24T15:56:00.010-04:002009-09-24T16:54:45.206-04:00Words (Guest Blog)Rafe here.<br /><br />Been thinking about words. Our scribes, into reading and writing - words. Me, I like a few words - come bye, walk there, lie down. Well, don't like lie down so much. Pictures are nice too. Words, pictures, hmm. Here's something they might like:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPqPMYsM64ZRLPXf-NUH33UYHBCYpHiF5_Jw4keDxVDeWyDJVzdzf6FXmP_EzNa_Ir1LpMWLdTMmYK48wgkb0itDAXgLnqMgiHke6ZjNJvUxB013hcXfuKGYPP2uEKKAqgk5hQ/s1600-h/Pipwordle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPqPMYsM64ZRLPXf-NUH33UYHBCYpHiF5_Jw4keDxVDeWyDJVzdzf6FXmP_EzNa_Ir1LpMWLdTMmYK48wgkb0itDAXgLnqMgiHke6ZjNJvUxB013hcXfuKGYPP2uEKKAqgk5hQ/s400/Pipwordle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385139546321079906" border="0" /></a>I like the biggest word.<br /><br />Woof,<br />Rafe<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Scribe's note: go to www.wordle.net and enter your URL or text<br /></span>Rafehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02842522024728953367noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8064510.post-91532457671104333562009-09-04T14:30:00.005-04:002009-09-04T14:47:35.522-04:00Sharp Bark! (Guest Blog)Greetings, Gentlepups!<br /><br />On occasion I think about Writing and how there is no Sound. I find that Pleasant, as I can then Relax on the couch when Writing is being Read. Several suns ago I thought about Photographs, which also have no Sound. I thought more, about my own loud Sound. I put it here in Writing and in Photograph:<br /><br />Sharp Bark!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsIKxDKPpQPScOFRhl5CrUi8oOlnY0T_o6h1ImdiqO4zzTbBdZfrYP11DBXrIWmvufStlqIJcKFnTyaamdQTeVIYXCDfQbn7hDFARKSg0f_ZI9KOV6TxfXv0xQ2QN6caBfy5oJ/s1600-h/SgtTansy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsIKxDKPpQPScOFRhl5CrUi8oOlnY0T_o6h1ImdiqO4zzTbBdZfrYP11DBXrIWmvufStlqIJcKFnTyaamdQTeVIYXCDfQbn7hDFARKSg0f_ZI9KOV6TxfXv0xQ2QN6caBfy5oJ/s320/SgtTansy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377684835591722786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(I was addressing our winter foster pup, Wasabi.)<br /><br />Gentlepups, do you not hear Sound from that Writing and Photograph?<br /><br />Soft barks,<br />TansyTansyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09939541425309652789noreply@blogger.com2