Ah, this. The post that started it all, the bit of cyber-identity that seems necessary to establish a true presence on the web...
"I thought this blog was about me. Get on with it already."
Meet the resident critic.This is Sawyer, a 6 1/2(ish) year old Australian Shepherd. He came to me via Australian Shepherd Rescue "ARPH" back in 2005 as a bit of a college graduation present to myself. I walked out off the campus with a pretty slip of paper and no idea what I was going to do next, except that it was going to involve a lot of dog hair. I had been reseraching the breed for a bit--I was originally going to go with a Border Collie but after reading up on them, decided I'd try the slightly less OCD version first and began looking at Aussies. The more I read, the more I realized this was the breed for me and after realizing I had no idea at the time on how to pick a good breeder (it really is a complicated process!), I started looking at rescue.
Could YOU resist that face???
I sure couldn't.
This also goes to show what good pictures can do. The first picture I saw of Sawyer was dark, blurry and I couldn't really see anything about him at all. In fact, since his sister was in the same run as him, I wasn't even sure where one dog left off and the other began. Then Pam Leach with ARPH emailed me the above picture and the deal was sealed. A little over a week later, that cute fluffbutt was shedding, I mean, sitting in my house and thus began the Adventures.
We've been through quite a bit over the last five years. The inevitable Break-Up everyone seems to have with their first "we'll get married someday, no, really" Significant Other. There was the stint in The Shoebox, a 500 sq. foot studio into which I crammed myself, Sawyer and Virgo, the Boomerang Foster Lab aka "The Evil Genius".
You mean not everyone plots world domination in their spare time?
The exploits of Virgo could fill an entire blog in and of itself and I only had her for a year and a half. Luckily, thanks to Karen, a lovely, wonderful and slightly crazy woman in Canada, Virgo went to live The Good Life on a farm with another lab and some horses. The wonderful man who drove her up there, Kody, fell in love with her on the trip up, Virgo took to him just as much and after some tragedies in Karen's life (and permission from me) Virgo now lives and travels with Kody as he traverses the North in his semi And so far *knock on wood* she hasn't learned to open the new fridge.Last year, I decided that Kansas and I needed some space apart after 20 years and we headed out for Colorado. That trip was basically everything I could fit in my RAV4 in an hour's worth of packing--I tend to mull things over for awhile and then just randomly decide to go ahead with whatever scheme it is and figure out the rest of the details later. This was no exception.
I'm ready, can we go now?
So that's the intro. Hooray, you made it to the end! This is going to be a mish-mashed amalgam of photos, commentary, ADD-fueled ramblings, more photos and probably some shameless business plugs. The main gig, the one that pays the bills, is as an Executive Manager with Passion Parties. I'll get more into that in another post.
Cheers!
