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Happy Pythagorean Theorem Day!

May 12th, 2013

To celebrate, I made cookies.

Pythagorean cookie

They’re going to the Mathletes, naturally.  Since our club T-shirts are adorned with right triangles and the tagline “We’re always right,” I thought these were especially appropriate.

Sophie just thought they were delicious.

Sophie cookie

That particular cookie, in case you can’t tell, has tooth marks and bleeding icing colors from the time she spent licking it before she tried to make off with it. My fault, I know, for leaving the cookies at greyhound height. (Or, indeed, any height.)

Sophie's cookie

Since Pythagorean Theorem Day is on the weekend, I had to package the cookies up for Friday.  They have cute little labels, too.

label

All in all, I’m very proud of myself.

Blog backlog: Spring break

April 29th, 2013

March 27-30

Spring break came early this year (thank goodness), and I was ready to escape town and hit the road. The complication, as always, was Sophie, who doesn’t so much mind being on the road as whatever’s at the end of it (unless it’s the dog park).

So this vacation was carefully chosen to maximize Sophie success and minimize Sophie drama. We would not be staying in a noisy Motel 6. Rather, we would stay at the Howard Creek Ranch Inn, in Westport, about a 30-minute drive from Fort Bragg. It’s far enough out that we planned to spend most of our time on the property, which is not exactly a hardship, as it’s only a few hundred feet from a state beach and has walking trails into the hills. It’s also far enough out that there aren’t a lot of people.

So we bundled the dogs up early enough to stop in Ukiah for lunch and a dog park break, bought groceries in Fort Bragg, and went to the ranch to cook dinner.

Believe it or not, that’s Philip off-leash. He gets to be off leash because he’s ten, and after a visit to the dog park and a walk on the beach, we can now trust him to do this:

Philip in the meadow

Sophie, on the other hand, is six, has no recall to speak of, and can’t be trusted for beans, so she had to stay inside. Which she didn’t like. Don’t worry, though, she managed to communicate her displeasure quite clearly.

Sophie locked in

Keeping Sophie exercised meant a great many walks, both on the property and the beach, where she made friends with the property manager’s dog, Philip made “friends” with a goat and none of us, thankfully, made “friends” with the mountain lion who was picking off sheep at night.

goat friend

Did I mention that keeping Sophie exercised meant lots and lots and lots of walks? We spent a lot of time on the beach.

minus tide

We also spent a lot of time, both on the beach and off, shooting video of the dogs, because I discovered iMovie trailers and found them endlessly entertaining. After day upon day of 3+ walks, even Sophie got tired enough that we felt able to do a little off-leash time with her. Mostly, we’d drop her leash, spread out, and have her run between us. Sometimes, Philip would go along.

fussing 1

In which case, things could get a little out of hand.

fussing 2

Or maybe just off balance.

fussing 3

All in all, we had a very rejuvenating vacation, even if we didn’t get to sleep in much (thanks to Sophie, who rises with the sun, and the rooster on the property, who thought the sun was rising all. day. long.) And we were very pleased with Sophie, who did very well with the room (it took about 20 minutes to lure her in with cheese the first night, and then she went in and out like a pro) and a lot of other things that I thought might be problems for her, like the gate to the garden and the hanging bridge over the creek (video to follow). So this was definitely a win, and now I’m counting down until summer so we can go back.  :)

Spoiler alert!

March 31st, 2013

Sophie-bear in a chair

March 17th, 2013

After her first day or so with us, Sophie (whom I sometimes call Sophie-bear, for reasons I honestly don’t remember) has shown little inclination to sleep on furniture. But today, as she launched herself around the house, demanding a walk, Matt and I looked at each other and said, “Did she just get off the chair?”

And sure enough, when she settled down a bit, she went back to it:

She’s only using it in the morning, so my theory is she’s sleeping in a sunbeam. We did hear when we adopted Philip that greyhounds are the most cat-like of dogs.

Happy Pi Day!

March 14th, 2013

The Mathletes and I made mini-pies on Tuesday. They came out pretty well, for an endeavor staffed by middle school students with minimal baking experience.

(I hear they taste good, too.)

Matt’s still sick, but he got to sleep for most of today, and he felt well enough this afternoon to take the dogs to the dog park with me.  I finally got some pictures, my favorite of which is this:

Look at my matched pair of dogs! (Sigh.)

The things we do for love

February 26th, 2013

When I woke up this morning, Philip was very comfortable on the bed.

Me, on the other hand? Not so much. I think neither Matt nor I slept well.

We may have to rethink old man privileges a bit, methinks.  At least on weekdays.

Sophie’s exercise requirements

February 18th, 2013

cronan ranch hike

We’ve been out to Cronan Ranch before, but never with Sophie, so yesterday we loaded up the car and headed out. Sophie liked it. A lot.

She may be a neophobe, but she doesn’t act like it outside. One of the reasons Matt and I were originally fooled into thinking Sophie was a normal, happy dog was how she behaved on leash. She was bouncy and sniffy and very enthusiastic about investigating smells. (It just turns out she’s not a big fan of people. Or doors. Or. . . oh, don’t get me started.)

Cronan Ranch was full of good sights and smells and, most importantly, far-away people, so she had a good time. She got to look at horses.

Old man Philip enjoyed the hike, too, but now he needs rest breaks.

Sophie, much like Philip used to, did not enjoy rest breaks and wanted to keep going going going now please now now now! Matt and I spent a considerable amount of time discussing whether Philip was this energetic when he was six. We decided he was, but we’ve had four blissful years to block it out.  Sigh.

Some things never change, though. Philip likes to cool off in the river.

Both dogs love to sniff,

think horses are fantastic,

and poop a great deal more than is strictly necessary.

And, after our nearly five mile hike, both dogs are still conked out. (Although Sophie is showing suspicious signs of recovering.) So we’ve finally figured out what it takes to tire out Sophie — five miles.  (Sigh.)

 

Greyhound wall

February 8th, 2013

Today, a package arrived in the mail. It contained vintage greyhound dominoes.

These are to be the newest addition to my greyhound wall.

My greyhound wall, in case you are wondering, is the area of my living room where my significant and growing collection of greyhound themed artifacts are to be displayed. Now, I must admit, at the moment, the so-called “greyhound wall” is purely aspirational. To be perfectly honest, right now, it, well, looks like this:

When we moved in, our house had no central heating or air. It did, however, have a wall heater that occasionally blew fire from the bottom vent. We opted to get rid of it (shocking, I know) and install central climate control. For various reasons, ranging from laziness to an inability to disconnect the gas pipe, we’ve never gotten around to finishing the wall. But I have grand plans for when we do.

With the greyhound wall in mind, I bought an antique print when we went to London.

It’s framed and ready to go whenever the wall is. Would you believe I actually had several prints to choose from?

I have favorite art pieces bookmarked on Etsy. I have a mental plan for the wall layout and a mental place for Henry’s collar and memorial heart. What I don’t have is. . . the wall.

But stay tuned. I’m sure* we’ll get around to it eventually.

*Maybe.

Car ride!

February 3rd, 2013

Sophie has many fears, but riding in the car isn’t one of them.

We got this on the way to the dog park today.  The dog park, incidentally, isn’t one of her fears either — she loves both other dogs and the park itself.  We share our weekly Dogs with Concerns class with a lot of dog-reactive dogs, and I’m so grateful that Sophie isn’t.  At least she’s good for something.

Old man perks

January 30th, 2013

At ten, it seems only reasonable that Philip is due some old man perks. He got a doozy last night — Matt let him stay on the bed.  Staying-on-the-bed-when-the-humans-go-to-sleep privileges are normally reserved for special occasions like the Fourth of July (Philip hates fireworks), but, well, he’s an old man.  Truth be told, I’m not actually sure what Matt’s rationale was, as I took a “nap” around 6 last night and didn’t wake up until 6:30 this morning.

Other old man perks include sharing my morning oatmeal (this evolved from when I rewarded him for sitting by the bed and not barking after his breakfast, and somehow has become an entitlement) and “special sauce” (canned food mixed in with his dry to suit his picky picky palate).  Sigh.  But we loves our old man.

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