• Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Rita the Doberman

    Send me away with the words of a love song

    At the end of 2016 everyone was complaining about what a crap year it was.  Well, I’d take 2016 back in a heartbeat right now. Two days ago I had to put Rita to sleep.  It was one of the five worst days of my life.  The day I lost my father.  The day I lost Xica.  The day I lost Beauregard and the day I lost Rita. My life is not the same.  She was a huge personality that permeated everything that happened at the Farm. Nine years and one week.  That’s how long Rita was in my life.  Slightly more if you count back to when I originally…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Bubba the Blue Doberman,  Rita the Doberman,  Wine of the Day

    Welcome to my silly life

    Hello Kittens!  Bonus drive by today.  It’s 16 days until the AIDS ride.  13 days until my broker’s exam and the day before I do a rescue presentation at the NorCal Doberman Pinscher Club’s Specialty in Vallejo.  The good news, I got a couple of buyers into their homes.  The bad news, I’ve barely cracked a book for the broker’s exam and that’s not going to bode well for me.  Somehow it looks like I’m going to get through this May after all.  God williing with my broker’s license.  But that’s the one that’s really worrying me.  Once I get through Saturday I’ll be banging the books until June 1. …

  • Beauregard the Doberman,  Bubba the Blue Doberman,  Dogs,  I Like Ike,  Rita the Doberman

    You want your job you better free that brown eyed man

    I have always sang songs to my animals.  If you’ve heard my singing voice you’ll know why they are the only ones who will live with me.  It started with the cats.  I had two great cats.  Broderick Catford and Rayette DiPesto.  Rayette DiPesto was the Karen Black character in Five Easy Pieces.  I lived on Broderick Street and thought if he ever got out I wanted to be able to stand on my porch and yell the name of my street over and over again and have the cat come home.  Neither ever got out. And of course the song I sang to them was: Then came Xica da…

  • Rita the Doberman,  Wine of the Day

    Warmth of the sun

    We could file this one under “things that make me happy”.   A couple of days ago I got a missive from someone I didn’t know simply asking me if I was going to Barkus and Mutt Lynch.  Barkus?  I hadn’t heard about it, probably because I read about half of my email.  So I check around and they were having an event,  I could drink wine and take my dogs.  OK, that sounds like a good start to the day.  Just before it was time to leave, Bubba found some poop to eat.  The idea of several hours in the car with him after he did that was not attractive…

  • Body for Life,  Dogs,  Home Improvements,  Rita the Doberman

    We’ll be real world bachelor jackass millionaires

    Hoo boy it’s been busy around here.  Here’s some bon mots and cheap shots.  First, stolen from TriMarni [youtube 7NoWAd58-ps] Way back in probably November or December of 2007 when I did my first transport I went down to Los Gatos and met a very famous Doberman breeder who had two trainwrecks in her truck.  She’d gone to Merced to get one and I think she might have gone all the way to Santa Maria to get the other one.  Of course Rita was the Santa Maria dog. The other dog was a big red named Honz.  He was a sweet, dopey dog.  Everybody thought I’d want Honz, but he…

  • Bubba the Blue Doberman,  Home Improvements,  Rita the Doberman

    But the sun rolling high through the sapphire sky

    I’ve been heading out to the vegetable garden every evening around 4pm and pulling weeds.  The reason is two-pronged.  One, I get the weeds out of the garden and the real plants can get some sun and start to grow and two, Bubba will run non-stop while I’m outside.  Mr. OCD needs to burn off some of that energy so it works.  If he had opposable thumbs I would teach him how to vacuum.  Instead he runs a path in the yard. He does the same thing in the morning when I go out to pick up dog crap.  He pretty much cries with glee that I’m going out into…

  • Bubba the Blue Doberman,  Dogs,  Rita the Doberman

    Staring at the goldfish bowl, poppin’ phenobarbitol

    I know we need rain, but this is ridiculous.  At least I don’t live in an area that was ravaged by wild fires last summer.  I know folks out in places like Fallbrook and Santa Cruz.  That’s got to suck for them.  Here on The Farm, which is now known as the Everglades, it’s just a big pool of muck out there.  I keep them in as long as I can stand them and then just send them out to make a mess.  At 5:30 I get out the hose and give them a good hosing off and they come in for the night.  They’ve been very good with this…

  • Dogs,  Rita the Doberman

    And the victim well he won’t come back

    I really think that Rita is a criminal.  A cold hearted psychopathic criminal.  A sociopath.  That dog is not right.  Monday I took Bubba out with me for a training session.  When I train them I take them out singularly.  Rita is happy in the back yard so I left her out there.  When I got home she had opened the back door, but I wasn’t too concerned about it.  Later I saw her “eating grass” behind the oak tree.  This is typical so I didn’t investigate.  Then Bubba went out to “eat grass” behind the oak tree.  Grass grows there, why would I investigate? Because Rita had gotten into…