What should it be if it shouldn't be fun?
Latest iteration of my band Fire In the Belly is fun, definitely! (foto below)
On another note, we've a new addition to our family. Kath has always wanted a Scottie and so her Christmas present came early. Altho' he'll never replace Dakota, Kath's got her Scottie and she's tickled pink! Jacques is a 10 week old Scottie pup with a wonderful personality. Terriers tend to be independent and self-assured, playful, intelligent, possessing a rugged nature, endless determination, loyal to one or two in a family, and bark only when necessary so they make a good watch dog. The Scottish Terriers' origins are obscure but it is known that they were bred to hunt vermin, voles, badgers, mice, and foxes in the cairns and Highlands of Scotland. Terrier comes from the French word Terre which means earth. The Scottie's paws are broad making them ideal for digging the critters they hunt out of their lairs and dens. The Scottish breed of Terriers were categorized into 5 groups in the mid late 1800s. Those categories consist of the West Highland or Westies, Cairn, Skye, Dandie Dinmont, and the Scottie sometimes called the Aberdeen. The Scottie is most commonly known to be jet black in color but actually, they come in brindle, dark gray, and wheaten (a light wheat color). Jacques is black and brindle. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scottish_Terrier)
The wheaten are pretty pricey when buying from a breeder. Some of the wheatens we saw listed on the internet started at $800. Way too rich for my blood! All of our dogs have been mixed bloods until Jacques. Shot the pictures this morning as well as the video. Used a Canon Powershot A70 which is about 4 years old so the quality is not the best. But I thought it'd be fun to shoot it and post it on YouTube and embed it here on my blog so fam, friends, and fellow students can view it and enjoy Jacques in action. The YouTube process is very easy to do...as easy as settin' up a blog!
Last night I came home, got Dakota (our half German Shepherd half knothead, and God knows what else) his dinner, went out to give him supper, and I had a stiff pup on my hands. Dakota and I had become very close, over the past 6 or 7 years especially. Kath (my wife) is always close to her pets. He was almost 14 years old. Lessee, that's somewhere in his 80s for a dog his size. He had a good life. We had a lot of good times...still doesn't make it easy. Dakota was with us since weaning as a young pup. Josh picked him out and reminded me how Dakota's mom, Gretchen-who lived next door, used to come to our back door and whine 'cuz she knew we had one of her pups. There are a lot of good memories. Kath reminded me of the time he had a cat treed and the cat wasn't gonna come down for love or money. Dakota just sat down at the foot of that tree until the cat decided to come down and promptly chased the cat into next week! He was a smart dog. We had a grey cockatiel named Mosby. Mosby got outside one day and flew away or so we thought until we heard Dakota barking from the back yard. Kath got out there and there was Dakota with his paw on Mosby gently pinning him to the ground and a smile on Dakota's face! Then there was the time he shoved the kitchen chair up against the counter, got on the counter, and drug down a bag cheese flavored chips and had a feast. Kath came in the kitchen as he munched the last of the chips and asked, "Would you like some dip with that, Dakota?" Then there was the Christmas he ate a whole box of chocolate covered cherries. And once when the fridge we had had a bad seal on the door and he nose that door open and helped himself to a whole, thawed out, uncooked chicken with a sheepish grin on his face! At least he died (we say moved) easy and we didn't have to have him put to sleep. That'd probably be worse. He had the typical German Shepherd problem of bad hips and arthritis in his front right leg. Still he was always game for a car ride and a walk along the Mississippi. Buried him in one of his many holes he dug in our back yard, right near his dog house. No other dog will ever replace Dakota...we know that...just the same we're on the lookout for a Scottish Terrier pup. May have found one out southwest of Iowa City for a very reasonable price. Kath would really like a Scottie.