Blessings are reminders….

Good morning all you food drunk, retail exhausted people! Welcome to My Contradictory Life! I hope you all had an awesome holiday weekend, but it’s time to get yourselves back to work.

The furry support staff is particularly vocal this morning. It seems there is a stray dog (imagine that) running around loose this morning and has chosen my property on which to do his business. This has my crew in a tizzy trying to jockey for a good position at the front window to get a glimpse of the intruder. I can only imagine the view from outside with the Beagle on the bottom, Aussie in the middle, and the Weimaraner towering over top. My view is little butt, fuzzy butt, and large butt! The Corgi team is in the bedroom voicing their frustration at not being able to join the chaos, but trust me all the other dogs are much safer with them separated.

I hope you all had a fantastic Thanksgiving! I cannot describe the job felt by my entire family to have our mom home. My sister Robin, and my two brothers, Greg and Chad and I all pitched in to fix an amazing Thanksgiving dinner. It turned out beautifully. We were joined by our Grandmother Gladys and her husband Johnnie as well. Clean up went well and we were reminded by our mom not to make a mess on several occasions. After the dishes were done and everything was put back into its proper place, we all gathered in the sun room to share memories and laughter, just like old times.  It made me realize how much I missed my sister and how happy I am that she has come back into the fold. We all realize how blessed we are to have spent this holiday with our Mom. It is a reminder of the power of prayer and will that she is still with us. It’s a reminder that God is good and our faith in him should be what drives us every single day. Blessed is almost an understatement in my opinion. I have my sister and one of my bestest friends back, I have my mom, my hero, my mentor, my idol still here. Blessed, lucky, fortunate, whatever you call it, there is no question that God performs miracles and answers prayers.

Cody’s 2018 colt

My favorite Chincoteague mare, Cody 2 Socks has foaled! The above photo is her colt by Wild Thing. He has the most unique markings. He was almost a Medicine Hat, but these markings are so crazy it doesn’t matter.  He looks like two different ponies from each side.  I really hope that he goes to someone I know so that I can keep up with him. Her colt from last year went to a sweet young lady in California and she named him Bongo.  Cody has one daughter on the island named Doc Amrien. She is a beautiful bay pinto mare who produced her first foal this year. Cody herself is the daughter of the beautiful half Arabian buckskin stallion, the late Copper Moose. Copper was stunning when he was in his prime and at the top of his game.  A vicious, nearly fatal fight with another stallion left him weak and unable to sustain a band.  It was so sad to see.  He disappeared in late 2014/early 2015 never to be seen again.  Doc Amrien is the first photo below, it was taken at this year’s pony penning by me. The second photo is credited to Daisey’s Island Cruises and is of Copper Moose.

Doc Amrien
Copper Moose

So, I managed to survive another Thanksgiving and subsequent Black Friday weekend at Cracker Barrel.  Why don’t we just call it Black Weekend? Seriously, the sales start on Thursday and the ensuing chaos extends into Sunday. Why not call it what it is? I mean except for ridiculousness personified. Every year it becomes more and more foolish. Deals start earlier, decorations go up way earlier, and the tensions soar higher. How can anyone enjoy the holidays when they are embroiled in these battles to get the perfect toy for the perfect kid and the perfect time? I never, as a parent bought into the idea that my kids had to have the popular toy of the year. If, by chance, they got one, it was given by another family member. The idea of Black Friday and all the stress it beings feeds into the growing rudeness with which people are treating each other.  On Thursday I was assisting a guest with a lost and found issue. Another guest bullied her way through and began asking me questions while I was helping the other. No “excuse me” or “pardon me” was uttered, she simply butted in and insisted I answer her question. The first guest spoke up and said “excuse me I was talking!” The second didn’t skip a beat and just continued to talk to me about what “she” wanted. I tried to apologize to the original guest but to no avail, it was then and only then that the offender felt it necessary to apologize. From where did all this lack of respect for others come? I witnessed first hand, numerous incidents of guests verbally abusing fellow employees over this past holiday weekend.  I’m sorry, but that is absolutely unacceptable.  The folks who are working on the holidays are not with their families because they have to be there to serve the public. They don’t have a choice in most cases, as most companies block requests for holidays off.  I, myself, worked a short four hour shift on Thanksgiving day and then made haste to be with my family in Oriental.  On the way home Kayla and I decided to stop at the closest convenient store to grab water because we were both extremely thirsty. As we were checking out I asked the clerk if she had been able to spend any time with her family for the day. She replied that she hadn’t so that someone else would have the opportunity to enjoy it with family. Upon hearing that, I profusely apologized for having stopped and creating a need for someone to be there, even though I had worked that day, I felt bad for stopping.                   I saw two kinds of entitlement that day. First, was the kind in which the person felt as though something was owed to her. I’m sorry I owe you nothing more than respect that should be mutual. The other was the kind that chafes my butt the most and that is the kind in which the person deems himself or herself better than the people around him or her. I’m sorry but who died and made you a princess? Get over yourself! So, this one group came in and bulldozed its way to the hostess stand only to discover that here was a thirty minute wait on Saturday. The group chose not to wait and as they were leaving I overheard one member say, ” There is no way I am going to sit here and wait thirty minutes to eat some crap ass food!” Wait….wut?? So, you mean to tell me that were there not a wait, you would be perfectly willing to eat and pay for “crap ass food?” You are a special kind of stupid!!

Well now that I got all that off my chest I must get busy!  Oh don’t worry there is more to discuss soon! People make it easy!!

As you begin your week, please keep in mind that someone else is probably experiencing the same holiday stress as you, of not very similar. Little Johnnie or Jenny will actually survive if that “oh so, can’t live without it” toy isn’t available.

Don’t forget the furry ones as you blow up the internet on this Cyber Monday. The need lots of biscuits in order to get through this odyssey called “holiday shopping” with you.  Scritches and much love to them all! Santa better come see them!! I will be watching! Please comment with a photo of your furry support staff! I will put them all in a Furry friends gallery on my page!

Take care of yourselves! Would love to see all of your decorated homes and yards, so feel free to share. By the way, if you are looking for a charitable cause which to donate, please consider the Chincoteague Pony Rescue. My friend Deb Ober works tirelessly to make sure these ponies get what they need and your help, no matter the size would be greatly appreciated. There is a link on the My Contradictory Life home page. http://www.chincoteagueponyrescue.org  

See I told ya!

Santa is watching so…

Play nice ya’ll…

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What’s in a Name?

Good morning all you humidified people! The descent into your weekend has begun. Please turn off all cell phones and put your tray tables in the upright position. Ok well you don’t need to cut off your phone until you finish reading this actually….you know priorities and all. Lol.

The Furry Support staff is outside enjoying the early morning temps. Yesterday was so miserable and humid they didn’t stay out long when they did go out. Very unusual behavior for Jeb, who loves to be outside. Hopefully this heat and humidity will break soon! I truly hate feeling clammy or sticky!!

Remember in January and February when everyone was tired of the cold weather, even up to March? And remember everyone daring anyone to complain about the summer heat? Well I’m gonna go there…I would take three months of winter over just one week of this humidity. There I said it…and meant it. I hate feeling like I am melting. Much more of this and I will be a puddle in the floor…

I have been struggling with a few things here recently and I have begun to pray about it. And praying works, it might not be the answer you expect or want, but it does work. I know that God has placed some pretty amazing people in my life, a couple I consider guardian angels of sorts. I hope that some day I can be a blessing to all of them as they have blessed me.

I was scrolling through some pet photos the other day and couldn’t help but giggle at some of the names that were attached to these poor animals! Mr. Bubble Britches? Really? Shorty McPuggle?? Crystal Blue Love??? Seriously??? Omg it was hilarious! I’m sure or well hoping that these names are shortened so that it makes life easier for the dog and owner. My late husband Jeff bought Jeb for me in 2007. That afternoon we were going over names. I wanted something short and simple, because a dog recognizes not his name, but certain sounds that his name makes. So if there is a prominent “E” at the end of his or her name,for instance Sassy, hears the “SassSeeeee” Bailey hears “baiLeeeee” Beagle puppy hears “jethRo, those changes in sounds is what is heard. They key in on mostly the vowel sounds. Well Jeff decided he was naming Jeb and that all there was to it. Jeff was a huge Civil war buff, so He was going through all the names of Confederate generals that he could attach to this Corgi puppy. Finally he says “I’ve got it! General James Ewell Brown Stuart!!!” I sitting there with a blank stare thinking “wut?” After a brief argument I finally got him to agree to Jeb Stuart, which eventually was shortened to simply Jeb. Thank the Lord! He would have been halfway to Raleigh by the time I got out “GENERAL JAMES EWELL BROWN STUART!!!” In his early puppy years, Jeb also picked up the nickname Rabbit, because of his large Corgi ears. We used to worry about the owls when he was a puppy, but today it would take some kind of prehistoric pterodactyl owl to pick him up. Lol! He answers to Rabbit just as quickly as he does Jeb. Bailey was named by my daughter’s ex fiance and I’m almost ashamed to say he was named after a brand of cigarettes. I call him Meatball. Sassy’s real name is Sacajawea, but the name Sassy so well defines her that no otherĀ  nickname is necessary, except to maybe shorten it to Sass. Minxy’s name came from a literary character, but I also call her Wiggles because when she gets excited she turns into one big wiggle!

Minxy

Sassy

Pet names are often used to describe what perception we have of when the puppy is an adult, such as Brutus, Kong, or Thor for the larger breeds like Mastiffs or Rottweilers, or Fluffy, Tiny, or Princess for Poodles, Chihuahuas, or Yorkies. Some names are straight and to the point others a little more complex. Most show dogs have a registered name and then they have a kennel name. My first show dog was Wyndridge Matters of Elegance, but her name was Mattie. My second was Bent-Win’s Soul Provider, we called him Bolt. What can I say, I got him the weekend after I attended a Michael Bolton concert and had met him backstage. All show dogs have the name of the breeder’s kennel attached to their names. Sometimes there are even two. A friend of mine often collaborated with another breeder, so those dogs always had Bayshore/Propwash in their names.

Jeb

When naming your new puppy or even kitten, you can give it all the names you want. Just keep in mind that, even though it doesn’t care what you name it, don’t handicap it by giving it a name it can’t even begin to comprehend. Mr. Wiggle Britches McNally??? Really???

Please send in your dog’s name in the comments, especially if it is unique! And we would love to hear why that name was chosen.

Well that is all for today folks! Try to stay cool in this oppressive heat! It’s Friday so you know traffic will be a beast!

Love and scritches to the furry ones before you leave the house.

How about let’s keep that road rage under control people.

Play nice y’all….

Puppy Love…or not?

Good morning people! Welcome to Wednesday! It’s gonna be yet another hot one so be prepared!

The Furry Support staff appears to be quite grumpy this morning! Everyone is voicing opinions on something I’m not privvy to at the moment. The only one not letting his voice be heard is my grandpuppy. He’s just chillin’ in Justin’s room wondering what all the fuss is about. I will so miss that dog when he joins Justin in Ohio. Oh, i will miss Justin too, but that dog is the last of my Aussie line and his resemblance to his grandad JasperJax in looks and most of all personality is uncanny. The first photo is Jasper, the other is Bailey.

I want to wish a very Happy Birthday to my road bestie, Suzan! I miss being on the road with her so much! One of the only people I know that I could spend five weeks in a hotel room with and not want to kill! Lolol! Love you much my lady!

I want to share with you all a photo taken by my go-to photographer and friend Deb Noll. This is the mare Misty Mills, that surprised everyone by producing a filly a few weeks after it was thought she had rejected her colt. Turns out the colt wasn’t hers at all. So, this beautiful filly now has a forever home as does the mystery colt. The filly is part of the Feather Fund group directed by another friend Lois Szymanski, which helps young people to purchase a pony at auction. Can’t wait to see this little girl grow!

So, today I want to touch on a subject that might tick a few people off, but it’s something that literally drives me nuts! The act of humans transferring human like qualities and emotions to animals is simply inaccurate, and I believe arrogant on the part of humans. Animals are so much smarter than we are. Humans have lost their ability to use all their senses together. Our sense of smell and hearing is nothing compared to what it was in the early days of man. So now we rely on other animals, particularly dogs to do those things for us. The domesticated animal I believe was man’s saving grace. But back then these animals were not pets! They were working animals! They were not coddled, petted, or even fed most of the time. They got the scraps. This continued into the early 20th century and even a little longer. Horses were generally used for farming or as mounts for the military. Pets were considered a luxury of the well-to-do. Dogs were used for hunting, herding, and protection, while cats generally lived in the barn to keep the mice out of the grain storage. Again, only the very wealthy could afford to keep animals as pets. When taxation reared its ugly head, all animals on a farm, that had a tail, were taxed. This began the idea of tail docking of dogs as the norm. Yes it also was a safety issue for dogs herding large animals, but the tax was the main reason. In those days, everything that lived on the farm had a purpose. An extra horse used for merely riding would have been considered a hay burner. The point is the relationship between man and these animals that were domesticated was born out of necessity not loneliness or love.

Does Jeb love me? Hmmmmm, the pet lover in me would like to think so. But really, it’s probably more akin to a pack leader kind of thing. Do I love him….yes I do! And he misses me when I am gone for the first few hours and then goes on with his life. When I come home he is happy to see me, he tells me everything that happened while I was gone, then brings me all of his babies and settles on my feet. Does he know he is my heart? He probably has more of an idea that in the hierarchy here, he is number 2, which is evident in How the other dogs here give him a wide berth. He rules with an iron fist! The relationship between my son and Bailey is different. That is pure devotion! That dog worships that boy.

Do animals mourn? Yes they do! Domestic animals appear to feel it more deeply though and for longer period. For example, when my first Corgi, Peedee died, Jeb sat it the back yard for a week waiting for him to return. In the wild, however, animals don’t have the luxury of extended mourning periods. Elephants have been known to mourn a lost member of the herd, but they move on quickly. Last month, with the loss of Butterfly Kisses, the heart wrenching story of Riptide trying to get her up, had everyone misty eyed. Is he still mourning her, probably not. He has a job to do, he doesn’t have the luxury of mourning her, even though she was his lead mare. He has foals and mares to protect. He has mares to breed to ensure his line continues. He is a stallion, he is wild, and he doesn’t have time to mourn. The job of lead mare will fall to the next mare in his band, probably Starry Night, and life will go on.. Hate to say it, but the beautiful Butterfly Kisses is probably already forgotten. But I have seen several comments about how he misses her so much and he is in mourning. Ummmm no….as much as many would like to believe it’s so…its not. We as humans can and will mourn her loss, just as we did with Surfer Dude, Courtneys Boy, and the many that have passed through the years. These animals don’t dwell on things as we tend to do. It is not in their genetic make up.

One thing I have discovered is that my dogs do have a sense of fairness. If I give one a treat, I should be ready to give them all one. If I love on one, yes it is expected I will love on them all.

Another thing, I wanna touch on is house training your dog. So many times i have seen people reprimand a puppy by smacking it or rubbing its nose in its own urine. The problem is, that puppy has no idea that it came from him. You can’t beat it out of him…(heaven forbid you tried that with a human baby). The best thing is diligence about letting him out regularly and I’m sorry but immediately after he eats or drinks is not the time. Also, putting down paper or puppy pads isn’t the answer either. All you are doing with that is teaching him to pee on paper, then you get upset when he leaves a deposit on your newspaper left on the floor. I remember when Bailey was around a year old. He had come to live with me around the fall of that year. He was house broken but the first thing he did when I put up the Christmas tree was lift his leg on it. Thankfully it wasn’t decorated yet and I hadn’t put down my beautiful candle wicked tree skirt yet. But I couldn’t get angry with him because I saw it from his point of view.”Granny put a tree in the house!It must be for me! I must mark it!” I had brought him his own personal bathroom into the house….how convenient for him! Your dog doesn’t have the same consideration for material things that you have, and most definitely your cat doesn’t! He doesn’t care if you buy him an expensive collar, he gets excited because he feels your excitement. He doesnt care that you just spent a small fortune getting him groomed and all pretty….if he encounters something that smells bad, he is gonna roll in it. He has no concept of value, or appearance, or keeping up with the Jones. He is a dog, he is gonna do dog things.

This brings me to my last story, this one is about Jeb and the Fox poo. A few years back my bestie and I took a road trip to Mathews, Virginia. Jeb was along for the ride. It was January and it was cold as heck! There was ice and snow on the ground and the air was bitter. As we were about to leave we decided we should let Jeb run a bit and take care of business in the field adjacent to where we were visiting. So he is out there, running around like a little kid having a blast, when all of a sudden he dives to the ground and starts rolling. Curious as to what has caused this reaction, Susan and I walk to where he is and discover this fascinating scent he has found is fox poo! Now, I don’t know if you know this, but foxes have a musk gland that excrete musk whenever he poops. Somehow it is extremely attractive to other foxes and well I guess Jeb too! Susan and i didn’t find it so attractive once we got him in the car and to return home. Both of us had tears in our eyes. Once the heat from the car hit that odor it permeated throughout the car. I’m quite sure there was a green funk cloud! We rode home on this cold January day with the windows down just to keep from puking. Jeb didn’t care, he was happy in his stench! It took close to two weeks to get that smell out of his coat! And again, Jeb had no clue how offensive he was, all he knew is that he got to run around and roll in something delightful, in his opinion. Lol!

Well, I think i have said enough… This was an extended post, no doubt.

Everyone have a great rest of your day! Extra scritches to your furry loves!

I love you all most ardently!

Play nice y’all…