"In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter morning and evening—no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air. ~Alexander Smith (1829–1867), "An Essay on an Old Subject"
Apologies for what is to come in the following paragraphs. This has been a crazy month -- with more disruptions ahead as the work on our house comes to an end (soon I pray). I am also working with Haven to get her ready for the ALAC National and trying to pack for the both of us as well as prepare for the Judges' seminar.
Haven heard me complaining so immediately volunteered her "help" with the blog. "After all," she told me, "people said they liked my last post."
So here you go...Haven my rescue.
Hi again everyone. My mom complains a lot lately about our messy house. She has trouble finding things in all the boxes that are piled up. And she says she is so tired of having all of us dogs in her living room. And tired of telling us dog to quit barking every time we hear a strange noise! (Mostly we ignore the "no bark" commands. Hey, it's fun!!)
Dad is more chill about it all. Mom just wants the mess and turmoil to end. Personally, I like turmoil! (I like to cause it. Zoomies are the best!!!)
So now all the workers have left. They took all the loud and weird noises with them. Good! But now we have to make up reasons to bark.
Now Dad is working on finishing the room for us dogs. Evidently he is not working fast enough for Mom. She is grouchy a lot because she hates messes and not being able to find things in all the storage boxes. She said it better be done by the end of the month. I am not sure Dad agrees.
I heard her talking about going to something called "National." I'm pretty smart so I finally realized that it is just a dog show. But I guess it is a special one. She is grooming me every night and complaining because I have started to "blow coat" and get mats. I will tell you right now that I have not blown on my coat and that I am the one who should be complaining about nightly groomings! "Lay down, Haven." "Put your head down Haven!" "Lay still Haven!" But afterwards, I get hugs and treats and "good girls". So that's okay.
I love Mom. I get to sleep with her. She says, "Haven, why is it that you take up two thirds of the bed?" There she goes complaining again. I need all that space to stretch out.
Mom says when we go to that National show I will get to see my friends LaVonne and Misti. Mom and I got to stay at their house twice and I made myself at home and had fun there. (Well, I peed on the rug but LaVonne did not yell at me.) Mom told me I will get to meet Jan (who evidently owns my sire) and also my sister, Aasha. I have not seen her since we were babies. I hope they like me. (Mom says she just hopes the judges like me.)I am a wild thing sometimes. I will get to meet Sandy and her special girl Blackberry. I will get to see Karen and her dogs, Hazel, Kenzie, and Floyd again too.
I will be glad to go somewhere again! Shows have been fun!!
Mom says to remind you of this:
P.S. Did you get the play on words that Mom did with this month's blog title? If not, that's okay. I did not either. Mom is weird sometimes.
