Our coastal version of the white stuff
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Time is so weird. 12 years! Seems like just yesterday I got this brown blob of 5 pounds. Also, though, like she's been here forever.
She's still got it.
It just doesn't last as long any more. :)
And, if you are child of the 70's and would like a Time Machine ride or you're not a child of the 70's and would just like to know exactly how BAD ASS Sesame Street was...
You're welcome for the ear worm.
We're off for the beach.
Sorry, Rest Of The Country.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
If the collie-types are good at anything it's waiting. Self control may need to be...encouraged...as a youngster, but the stand and stare thing is there already. Bella's 12 years of waiting do pretty accurately describe her life.
Cookies, squirrels, summer, hummers, ball, ball, ball, dignity, ball, ball, dignity, dignity, nap.
In a nut shell? Yup. :)
Friday, February 13, 2015
I don't know why watching dogs play is so entertaining, but it is.
It looks like they are in the Old Fart Room today. Crappy screen grab, I know, but it so "them."
Bella in the upper right, partaking in the Coffee Clutch, surrounded by four dogs.
Kate, on the left, partaking in the movie playing in her head, surrounded by four balls.
"So, I'm thinking maybe someone could kick one these? If not now, that's OK. Maybe later? I'll just sit right here, just in case."
Sunday, February 8, 2015
We have been having some rain, glorious rain! At least February won’t go down in the record books as a totally dry month like our dear friend, January, did.
I thought I had a nice window for a run this morning, only it started pouring like mad the last half mile. Now, I actually like being out I the rain, what I hate is getting back in the car when you’re soaked. I don’t know why it feels so gross to sit in a car in wet clothes, but it does.
I didn't feel like dealing with wet and possibly muddy dogs in the car today, so I had the brill idea to get a cup of coffee, open the back door, and throw the ball from there.
Some were a tad judgmental about my idea.
And then there’s the Good Dog who has no opinions about anything.
What I didn't take into consideration was the fact that the back yard, while looking all lovely and green, is really just a big ol' mud puddle at this point.
Their lower bits were way beyond wiping off with towel, so I ended up out in the wet again to hose them off before coming in. Best laid plans, and all.
At least they’re back to being all fluffy and soft. That rain water is the bestest.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
I took the day off and drove down to San Simeon to the Elephant Seal rookery. They are at the breeding bit of their winter cycle. I guess it goes: boys come up first, lots of fighting, girls come up, have babies, after 3-4 weeks of nursing ready for baby making again.
Look at the baby's face after mom told the big guy to shove off. Junior’s first swear word! Haha.
There is lots of noise and a fair amount of biting but surprisingly little violence considering the density of the population.
There were a handful of dead pups, likely from getting crushed. Keeping other seals from running over your kid is a full time job.
One that requires an exclamation point be added to the end of your conversation.
And, sometimes the beginning.
There was much more posturing than actual fighting between the males. I suppose at this point the lines have been drawn in the sand and everyone is a wee bit tired. They are in the enforcing stage, not the establishing stage. They all seem to go out of their way to not waste energy.
“Is this a good spot?”
“No? I was just leaving”
And the males.
Amazing how a creature can go from this scary, ugly thing…
To all cute and innocent looking with a slight change in head position. I would buy a car from that face!
Ellies in the mist
If the babies can keep from getting crushed, this is a pretty good time in life.
Eat, sleep, sun bathe.
The pups gain about 10 pounds per day eating the incredibly fat-rich milk. The milkfat is over 50%. For comparison, human's is about 4%.
Growing is hard work.
I’m not sure how normal this is, but this female on the left (that’s her pup in the middle) allowed the other (seems to be full grown) seal on the right to feed.
The pup moved right out of the way. The mother looked at the other adult and just put her head back down.
Although, I guess there is a lot of that going around.
And, just because, Pelicans.
And a bridge.
I need to figure out how to make my job Driving Around California Photographing Shit.
Or, maybe that’s just what makes days off special?
Monday, January 26, 2015
We has it.
I guess that’s just how things go. Since we have no more training and trialing and weekend traveling we have just gotten comfy with the daily doings. I am enjoying it. We have been doing a lot of this.
The girls seem to be pretty happy just being out and about. There is not quite as much need to be DOING. Watching is now OK.
If watching involves the car being surrounded by pigeons and seagulls….even better!
We did nose work a few years back. I stopped taking classes for 2 reasons: 1) no one had classes on a weeknight and I was trialing a lot then and 2) that organization is a little off-putting to me. Very controlling and secretive and there was no way in hell I was signing that ridiculous release that they had to trial. Maybe that’s changed, dunno, but anywho, they started offering classes at the place my house mate teaches agility. It is something the dogs really enjoy, but a class? Nah. I think I am just done with the formal anything with these guys. We are all content to just hang and explore and play ball.
I guess we are in the coasting stage?
They have taken up a new hobby.
They are now bringing home art projects from school.
I am now "that person."
Although, I'm sure it was more voluntary with Kate. Getting your feet dirty is way more up her alley than Bell's. Plus, she would totally rock a beret.
At least I didn't put them on the fridge.
Monday, January 19, 2015
Over the holidays I met my mom down in Socal for a little adventure. I’m still not done picture sorting.
We were down there right before the big “snow” event, so at least driving was good. No fog in the central valley, no snow through the Grapevine. The weather was perfect for the dogs, too. Their kind of road trip weather.
We started at the Salton Sea.
Quite a magical place, really. Had I known it was going to be so cool I would have planned more time there. Birds galore.
And Bella thought it was fantastic that they had dog treats EVERYWHERE
I guess Tilapia in southern California prefer sunbathing to swimming?
After that was Joshua Tree National Park. Another place that was way too cool for a day trip. That would be a great place to spend a few days. They variety of landscape in the park is pretty remarkable.
Although, national parks are not the bestest place for dogs since they are really not allowed. In camp grounds and within 100 feet of the road. I understand most people’s dogs are assholes, but really?
Bella though Joshua Tree was only good for naps.
The rest of the time we spent on the ocean side. No LA, but close enough. They have quite a lot of lovely parks.
And lots of stuff for Kate to sit on.
And posing rocks.
For cormorants, too.
I really like Socal. I can’t really put my finger on why. The overabundance of palm trees? Holy cow, they love those palm trees down there! Maybe it’s the lack of Silicon Valley D-bags? They better weather? Maybe it’s just because it’s different and I’m in need to a scenery change? Dunno.
They do have really accommodating birds, though.
Even the escapees willingly pose.
Everybody’s looking for deal. :-)