Let us ride together, Blowing mane and hair, Careless of the weather, Miles ahead of care, Ring of hoof and snaffle, Swing of waist and hip, Trotting down the twisted road With the world let slip. Anonymous riding song.
Along for the ride:
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Graduate of Finishing School
Boomer embarked on his future last evening, jumping into his new Dad's car without a backward glance. We had previously had an introductory visit so that John and his wife Janet could walk Boomer and feed him treats and fall in love with my big sensitive foster-collie.
They're getting a hell of a nice dog and he should be set for life.
Boomer's new home is in Half Moon Bay, right on the coast. He will like the cooler climate and enjoy his new people. They are collie-lovers of long standing; still missing their last dog who passed away six months ago. Boomer's new parents will take him jogging on the natural trails and take him with them to the cafe overlooking the ocean where he can attract admiring glances, as is his due. They are so impressed by his current level of manners and obedience that there is talk of dog-rally obedience competitions, just for fun.
I look forward to visiting Boomer one day, once he is well established with his new family. For now, I am proud and happy and a little heart-sore.
If I were a tree, I would be a London Plane. I am gregarious but enjoy solitude. I am English in my heart and soul, but still have room for other nations. I have lived in six countries and picked up a French husband along the way. We have a wonderful, kind, strong-minded daughter who has become a "Human of whom to be proud". I am a magnet for the lost. I foster collies (and collie cousins and the occasional, accidental, cat or crow). Those I have saved have saved me in return. I notice the world around me and often talk to strangers. Traveling alone is interesting, liberating and fulfilling. I am good at most things that I undertake but have few formal qualifications. I am able to have and treasure friends with whom I disagree about almost everything. My life is not over. Who knows where I am headed?
A ponyism is one of Life's Truths perceived from the perspective of an Effing Pony: - Life's a Bluff! - Those who aspire to make their mark on this world must expect to scrape some skin on the walls of experience. - The greatest value of money is as the currency of Hope.
- To be an Ass or an Asset, that is the question?
-Selective memory is but the first step on the path to magical thinking.
-Not all Baggage comes with wheels. -When your hero is a horse you are less likely to be disappointed than were he a human.
-Unfortunately, great wealth does not always equate with class.
-A dick, surrounded by puppies, remains a dick. -What better antidote to evil than kittens? -Any time you have something heavy, ready to drop, your cat will sit right below and look up at you.