Sunday, July 15, 2007

hah! it is as i suspected/feared/hoped:
according to this, i AM a southern girl. I AM!!!
I suspect this is all due to D's influence...
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

i can haz cheeseburger new dog?!!!

hopefully, i can!
This is Tritan.
He's a goof, a great big galumphing mutt & for the moment, at least, he's all mine.
It's like this:
I've had a really, really bad dog year. You can review some of the stuff below, on this blog. But after our most recent rescued dog had to go back from whence he came, ie, Cincinnati, i resolved to take a break. No more doggies for me for at least 4 months, till after Renn Fest. I needed to work out some doggie karma. Obviously this whole rescuing adult dogs thing wasn't working so well for me, and my one remaining dog, Budgth, could really use some one on one time and attention.
So, resolution made.
Two days later, my whacked out (in a good way: hi Rick!) neighbor & electrician, Rick, shows up with an amazing German Shepherd in tow.
I should mention that Rick has the Best. Dog. Ever. in the form of Bob, Rick's German Shepherd. From the moment i met Rick and Bob, two years ago, i have had a HUGE doggie crush on Bob. This crush is so severe that in violation of all my beliefs and principals, i have repeatedly told Rick that if he ever bred Crazy, aka Bob's Mom, again, i needed one of the pups.
So, about a month ago, Rick shows up with "notBob" gorgeous German Shepherd. And Rick tells me that this is Tritan, Bob's littermate. Tritan was spending some time with Rick cause Tritan's owner was going through a rough patch in her life at the moment. Rick told me that day that there was about a 50% chance that i might be able to adopt Tritan.
I was ecstatic and stunned, overwhelmed by his offer.
And today, almost exactly a month later, D & i came home from dropping off the recycling to see Rick and Tritan in our yard, hanging out with Jill.
Rick asked me if i was ready for my dog.
I stammered, hemmed & hawed and said "sure, i'll give him a try"
So, as i type this, i have an amazing, only slightly skunky smelling dog sleeping at my feet.

Tritan was a city dog. He's spent most of his life in Charleston, chained up in an urban back yard. The last month, he's been getting into trouble out here in the country.
Apparently, Tritan is not Bob's favorite guest. Bob has taken Tritan on some adventures involving skunks & sharp rocks and at one point, while we were in Chincoteague, i got a call from our cat sitter telling us that Tritan was sitting on our porch, very muddy, skunky & content. Bob had lead him off, and gotten him skunked & then lost him out here in the sticks. We live 3 miles from Rick & it seems that Tritan recognized our porch from his previous visits with Rick & settled down to wait for Rick to come pick him up.
A sign, i tell you, a sign!
So, here we are, a girl & her dog, both newcomers to this whole country lifestyle, trying to figure it & each other, out.
Tritan chases rocks, is fascinated in a not healthy (at least, from the cat's point of view) by cats, loves to swim & is regal, aloof & very gentile & posh, except when he's not.
I really like this dog & am very much hoping that between us, we can make this work. I'd like to have another dog & Tritan seems like he could become not just an amazing being, but might actually become OUR dog.
Typing with fingers & paws crossed...

Wednesday, July 04, 2007



damn, i'm tired.
i know, i know, it's not really news.
But it is true.
Overworked, underfunded, overstressed.
My life & welcome to it!
Got back from an all too brief beach sojourn with my family on Sunday. (above, a portrait my nephew Will took of me-- uncanny, huh?!)
I had an awesome time, hanging with my sister & her kids who came all the way from Colorado. It was amazing, relaxing & too short. Will try to get some pics up soon.
(below, D & Will, the red croc wearing men of our family!)

After an almost tearful goodbye on Sunday morning, we crammed ourselves (including the awesome Jillie in this, she of 'platonic girlfriend' fame) into our tiny car & headed back west to our river valley. It was great to be home, but didn't get to savor it for very long. Had to get to work that evening. (nothing says panic quite like spending 7 hours in the car and then sitting down at the potter's wheel for an extra 6 hours of work on a Sunday evening) I really have become the 'mad potter wot pots at midnight'
Worked my butt off for a few days in the studio & now i've got to head up to Canada for my best friends wedding.
I am really glad that she's getting married, i heartily approve of this, but damn, the woman's timing sucks!!! She knows this is my busiest time of the year and yet she goes ahead and plans her wedding anyway. The nerve, i tell you!
Plus, my sweetie is getting sucked deeper and deeper into this whole Native American thing. He's going to an Sundance this week. He's not dancing, but he is helping his friend who is dancing. So Sweetie, aka TwoWolves, gets to literally carry water for his friend who is dancing for 16 hours a day for 3 or 4 days before he gets to the hard part of the dance, the description of which i haven't been able to sit through without cringing and whinging yet... i'll spare you the details, but what really freaks me out is that this version of the dance has been scaled back and is considered 'easier' than how it was done in the old days. {shudder}
Fortunately for the tattered remains of my sanity, Sweetie hasn't ever mentioned the possibility of HIS dancing a Sundance to me. Yet.
I'm really glad that he's getting in touch with his Native American roots & the spiritual side of him is re-emerging... he's much more the blue eyed Indian that i fell in love with 4 years ago, but it's also just one more thread in the very tangled, complex cloth of our life.
(above, the happy couple at the beach)
I remember a year or so ago bitching to Sweetie that he had become spiritually numb & that i wanted my 'blue eyed Indian' back. Well, careful what you wish for, cause i've got him & life is just more complex and complicated now, instead of less so.
Don't get me wrong, i wouldn't have it any other way. I just wish that while the universe was filling my requests (i've also gotten some wonderful for me dog news, more about that in another post. With pics, i promise!) that the one for financial stability, fiscal fitness as it where, had been closer to the top of the list. Cause things are very wonderful in life these days, except that the money issues are kicking our collective arse out here right now.
We're trying to coast through till Pennsic, but it's a hard run at the moment. Sort of like trying to coast UP a particularly steep grade this year.
Still, i'm pedaling and pushing with all i've got. And, while Terry Pratchett is right: "this isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic" and i do occasionally wonder where we're going and why i chose this particular handbasket, it has been an interesting and wonder-filled ride these past few weeks.
Will try to get some pics up from the beach and the wedding & pics of us dreading Sweetie's hair soon. But now, i'm going to sleep.
Love & exhausted, muddy hugs.
~Va aka the mad potter wot posts at 1:30 in the morning!