Here there be dragons...

"I'm telling you stories. Trust me." - Winterson

And the award for best animal trainer goes to...

So last night I realized just how much my dogs rule the house.   Everybody went to bed - same routine as normal...  Dogs go out, come back in, go on their beds, and get their bedtime treat.  Then I shouldn't hear from them till I feel like getting up in the am.

Then I hear "click click click click" over and over again as Tucker w/ his crazy long nails runs back and forth on the hardwood in front of the bedroom door.   Bedtime is his favourite time of day, so not normal for him to be running around.  But I had a pretty good guess as to the Very Serious Problem stressing poor Tucker out...

You see - his favourite blanket was not with his favourite bed.   His favourite blanket was with A bed, but in the library not the living room.  And the living room bed also had A blanket, but not the *right* one.  Tucker the Toddler needs the right blanket in the right bed.

And since I did not want to listen to him click all night (whilst my husband snored away next to me), I solved this problem for him.  Toddler win.   And it did solve the problem - no more clicking.

Fast forward an hour or two and I hear loud music playing.  Figure the people across the street are home (they often have very loud music playing in their truck, but usually only for about 30 seconds). Music turns off and I go back to sleep.   But then it come back.  Frig.  And then I realize it is decidedly both A -- too loud even for them, and B -- the wrong style of music.

Right -- Sasha the teenager was on the couch, had turned on the TV, and was blaring Netflix previews *sigh*.   Lol - to be fair, she was probably just as pleased I was turning it off as she too was trying to sleep.  I sincerely doubt she realized that rolling over on the remote was connected to the unplanned light and noise.

But yes, twice last night I had to get up to address completely non-emergency issues for my dogs.

I am a well trained sucker.


Lol sometimes there are no words....   But I'm still going to try to describe -- with words ;)

So Chris and I had pizza-free January.  We were discussing continuing this trend into Feb (cause admittedly we were eating a *little* more pizza than perhaps would make Canada's new food guide ;) -- but agreed we needed a cheat day in-between.

Sweet.  Wonderful, greasy, deep-dish Dominos ordered.   And since I had some errands to run in that area, even ordered it for pickup instead of delivery.

Errands meant that it should definitely be ready by the time I got there.   There was a bit of a line, so by the time I got to the front I figured I'd be able to get my food and go.

But alas, was not to be...

So customer service person looks it up, goes to the back to check, and tells me "it's just coming out of the oven; will just be a couple minutes."

Okay no problem, I get being a couple mins late on a busy day.  I go to pay, "oh no - you just pay when the pizza comes out."

"But..."  But no, despite complete lack of logic, I'm directed to wait.   Okay, so be it.

A couple other people come in and pick up their orders.  Nobody around.  CSR is puttering around doing other things.   Person who ordered right before me (actually ordered, not a pick up) gets their order.  Ummm what?

So I flag the guy down -- could I at least pay for it, so when it's ready I can just go?

He asks the name again and goes back to look.  Not ready.  Brings it up on the computer and...

"... we don't have the order."

I'm sorry, what?  "You told me it was coming out of the oven?"

"It doesn't look like the order is here."

So, why didn't you tell me that the first time I stood here?

"Well it's busy."   Wtf?!?!  

So I can understand busy.  I completely understand tech failures.  Had he just told me, the first time, that they didn't have the order I could've re-placed the order and moved on with life.  But no, instead somehow in his little brain he felt that lying to me was the solution?   I still can't get my head around how he planned to solve this...   How long was he going to leave me standing there waiting for a pizza they knew nothing about?

I'm just so stunned by the whole thing.

Suffice to say it's still a pizza-free 2019...  

Life Lessons Learned at the Barn

So I found this in a drafts folder from when I had GRS.  I assume I originally planned to do something with this, but since I have no idea what it might've been, and it made me slightly nostalgic, I thought I'd go ahead and post.   Enjoy :)


Don't look back. When you hear the telltale thunk of your horse's hoof hitting a rail, don't look back. You can't do anything about it now, looking back distracts you from your ride to the next fence, and worrying about it can destroy an otherwise recoverable situation.

If you're not sure, fake it.  Convince your horse this is a good idea and you'll soon discover it's no problem.  Ride up to an obstacle saying "ummmm I don't know about this one...." odds are good your horse will agree.  This also works when trying to convince your boss of just about anything *g*

Speed kills.  Regardless of whether riding, driving, or doing drugs.  Teach all new skills slowly and never ride faster than you can steer.

Ride forward. Most of the problems on course come from checking when you should be riding forward.  Now substitute "life" for "course".

Ride every stride.  Also translates to live in the moment.  Focusing solely on the final goal without attention to the details that'll get you there will end in failure most of the time.  Ride this step, then the next one, then the one after that, and eventually you'll get there.  And if you can, enjoy the trip :)  Life's not about the end goal, it's about the journey.

Cowgirls don't cry. aka If it ain't fatal, it's funny.  You feel off - who cares?  You failed the exam - not the end of the world...  Ask yourself, in five years from now, will this matter?  If the answer's no, laugh, have a drink (age appropriate people!), and let it go.