Ten pounds of bleep in a five pound bucket.
Last weekend I took Friday off of work for the fall test.
Thursday morning I got a call in the truck on the way to work. Poppy was ill and we had to spend the night "on cots" in the vet office to be with her. So after work I drove home and spent an extra hour or more packing cots and bedding into the truck.
On the trip up to Amanda's I called to find out if I should go to the house or the office only to find out that Amanda had dug up a portable IV pump and we'd be at the house. Even if we'd been at the hospital, we didn't need cots.
Friday morning I drove to Norway to pick up a gun I won at the RGS banquet in the spring. This is attempt number two, and several attempts were made before I actually found the gun shop open the last time. Anyway, I won a ladies model 20 gauge shotgun, and it makes sense to have it with us as Amanda is going to bird camp, and she needs a gun of her own.
Sidebar: I've discussed this with women who know (B.O.W.) and it's a big mistake to pile used equipment and hand-me-down guns on female hunters. They need stuff of their own, stuff with no sentimental value (her father's shotgun will not get cut down to size her). Amanda is equipped from head to toe in bird hunting gear.
Anyway, I return to OOB to meet the folks in her office then go looking for gear to make the trip easier. I went to five or six places looking for a more suitable sized kennel for Poppy. Poppy is a Corgi, and that makes her like 7" tall and two feet long. She needs a tube. Anyway, no luck. I found a power inverter for the IV pump and got back to Amanda's about two hours later than planned.
I set up Poppy's kennel, hooked up an IV bag to the garment hook in the truck and wired and plumbed everything. It was a mobile MASH unit. We drive to Mt. Vernon for the fall test, but arrived after the scores were read. Danny and Dale Albert both did very well at the UT test and I thought Danny would float away. Dale's brit might be invitational bound!
After dinner on Cottle Hill, we went back to the motel. An old fashion "Bates Motel" style place. Five dogs in a motel room are a handful. After a crummy night's sleep with grumbly dogs, we woke up early (not horse show early, but early) to get to the test site by 6:30. Amanda was not impressed that I skipped Dunkin Donuts coffee in favor of Sebasticook Blend on the hill.
It rained all day and I was once again the utility infielder for the chapter. I kept lunch warm for like 3 hours as neither of the two jugging crews wanted to break for food, cleaned birds, fussed over raffle tickets, cooked lobsters and steamers and fetched water from the spring. I took a spill while setting up the raffle items and had the chapter's Doctor, Dag Holmsen and my personal veterinarian, Amanda, tending to me before I could move. I sprained my wrist and my back isn't right.s
Amanda was a fabulous help. She contributed food (banana bread with almonds [so I can eat it] and baked ziti) and some raffle items. She can get this dog food container through work that is so great. The chapter auctioned off pick of the raffle table for $50, and the dog food container was selected.
The chapter banquet went well, very well. The weather had cleared and the scores were generally good, and that makes for a fun time. It was a double-test so there were a bunch of folks there. Folks ate and drank and won stuff. Amanda picked out a great pimp hat for me, she got a digi-cam and we took home some assorted crap too.
We went back to the Bates Motel late and fiddled with the dogs again. Poppy wasn't puking anymore and got a little food -- the first since Tuesday.
We got up on Sunday and headed back to her house. I spent all too little time there before piling into the truck and heading back to Massachusetts to meet up with Erik. We'd scored Pats tickets for the 8:15 game.
We had to park in the lot closest to Rhode Island. It rained on us during our abbreviated tailgating experience. The Pats sucked. Then we got stuck in traffic for hours. I didn't get home until after 2:00 and didn't get to bed until after 3:00. I had been bright enough to take Monday AM off.
I'm looking at a week where I have a vow renewal on Thursday for Lady and Smud, a wedding for Amanda's family on Friday in Boston, bird camp on Sunday. Dove is coming into heat and I'm planning around that.
Thursday morning I got a call in the truck on the way to work. Poppy was ill and we had to spend the night "on cots" in the vet office to be with her. So after work I drove home and spent an extra hour or more packing cots and bedding into the truck.
On the trip up to Amanda's I called to find out if I should go to the house or the office only to find out that Amanda had dug up a portable IV pump and we'd be at the house. Even if we'd been at the hospital, we didn't need cots.
Friday morning I drove to Norway to pick up a gun I won at the RGS banquet in the spring. This is attempt number two, and several attempts were made before I actually found the gun shop open the last time. Anyway, I won a ladies model 20 gauge shotgun, and it makes sense to have it with us as Amanda is going to bird camp, and she needs a gun of her own.
Sidebar: I've discussed this with women who know (B.O.W.) and it's a big mistake to pile used equipment and hand-me-down guns on female hunters. They need stuff of their own, stuff with no sentimental value (her father's shotgun will not get cut down to size her). Amanda is equipped from head to toe in bird hunting gear.
Anyway, I return to OOB to meet the folks in her office then go looking for gear to make the trip easier. I went to five or six places looking for a more suitable sized kennel for Poppy. Poppy is a Corgi, and that makes her like 7" tall and two feet long. She needs a tube. Anyway, no luck. I found a power inverter for the IV pump and got back to Amanda's about two hours later than planned.
I set up Poppy's kennel, hooked up an IV bag to the garment hook in the truck and wired and plumbed everything. It was a mobile MASH unit. We drive to Mt. Vernon for the fall test, but arrived after the scores were read. Danny and Dale Albert both did very well at the UT test and I thought Danny would float away. Dale's brit might be invitational bound!
After dinner on Cottle Hill, we went back to the motel. An old fashion "Bates Motel" style place. Five dogs in a motel room are a handful. After a crummy night's sleep with grumbly dogs, we woke up early (not horse show early, but early) to get to the test site by 6:30. Amanda was not impressed that I skipped Dunkin Donuts coffee in favor of Sebasticook Blend on the hill.
It rained all day and I was once again the utility infielder for the chapter. I kept lunch warm for like 3 hours as neither of the two jugging crews wanted to break for food, cleaned birds, fussed over raffle tickets, cooked lobsters and steamers and fetched water from the spring. I took a spill while setting up the raffle items and had the chapter's Doctor, Dag Holmsen and my personal veterinarian, Amanda, tending to me before I could move. I sprained my wrist and my back isn't right.s
Amanda was a fabulous help. She contributed food (banana bread with almonds [so I can eat it] and baked ziti) and some raffle items. She can get this dog food container through work that is so great. The chapter auctioned off pick of the raffle table for $50, and the dog food container was selected.
The chapter banquet went well, very well. The weather had cleared and the scores were generally good, and that makes for a fun time. It was a double-test so there were a bunch of folks there. Folks ate and drank and won stuff. Amanda picked out a great pimp hat for me, she got a digi-cam and we took home some assorted crap too.
We went back to the Bates Motel late and fiddled with the dogs again. Poppy wasn't puking anymore and got a little food -- the first since Tuesday.
We got up on Sunday and headed back to her house. I spent all too little time there before piling into the truck and heading back to Massachusetts to meet up with Erik. We'd scored Pats tickets for the 8:15 game.
We had to park in the lot closest to Rhode Island. It rained on us during our abbreviated tailgating experience. The Pats sucked. Then we got stuck in traffic for hours. I didn't get home until after 2:00 and didn't get to bed until after 3:00. I had been bright enough to take Monday AM off.
I'm looking at a week where I have a vow renewal on Thursday for Lady and Smud, a wedding for Amanda's family on Friday in Boston, bird camp on Sunday. Dove is coming into heat and I'm planning around that.
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