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:
Thursday, February 23, 2012
All in a day's work...
Emma and Brook are my office helpers. I "Macgyvered" some additional play space for them with the help of an ex-pen. They get a long walk before work and several short outings during the day so that they don't get too bored. They are both sleeping behind me as I type this. I must always check before I set my chair in motion as they are usually only inches away from me.
It has been interesting to see how many adoption applications came in for Emma. She was at the shelter, without hope for three months. She was to have been euthanized if we didn't take her. Admittedly, it was in the middle of a very rural area and her photos were very unhappy looking. In addition, she was head-shy and afraid of people in general.
Emma has turned into a star. She's put on a couple of pounds, found her smile and wags her bushy tail more every day. We've had six good applications from would be adopters and narrowed it down to two interviews and home checks.
Emma will begin her new life tomorrow, with a young couple who live near my business. I took Emma to their house to meet them and they came to her the next day and took her out for a run. They're in love with her and we're set to do the paperwork and hand her over for their first weekend together.
I just heard that Emma's new person was telling her Mom all about her new dog when her Mom said "I know that dog!". The Mom lives across the street from me and we see her every morning as she walks at the same time we do. She always stops to pet the dogs. There are thirty miles and multiple densely populated communities between my work and home. The chance of linking up with a Mother and Daughter like this is highly improbable, unless you believe in Collie Magic.
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.