• Dogs

    I needed somewhere to hang my head without your noose

    I had an argument with a guy a couple of weeks ago over dog rescue.  It’s a subject a lot of people are very passionate about.  But like everything else, few can think outside of the box. My business coach made me brush my teeth with my non-dominant hand for a month.  It started with him saying “Brush your teeth with your left hand.”  Followed by “Dude, I do that every day”, which was kind of the lesson within the lesson.  Anyway, it really helps your thinking.  Drive home a different way every day.  Start in the grocery store on the right instead of the left aisle.  Whatever.  It’s good…

  • I Like Ike

    Godspeed little man

    I look at this picture and I know something was up with Ike.  His eyes in this picture are not the eyes I’ve been looking at. This morning I had Norman and Rita out, Bubba in his crate and Ike in the family room.  Rita hit the French Doors and they came open.  I jumped up in time to see Ike in a very aggressive stance heading out to Norman.  By the time I ran through the house Norman had him down.  Ike was still trying to fight but his ass was kicked.  I sat in the vet’s office crying.  As recently as yesterday I’d had discussions with Doberman guru…

  • I Like Ike,  Title Insurance

    There’s a fashion, there’s a fad, some is good, some is bad

    Lagniappe It’s probably been over a year since I’ve done Google Keywords of the Weak Week.  Arguably one of the reasons would be I’ve not been logging on and checking my numbers.  They’re down from the hey day of the Alliance Title debacle and Bill and Ted’s Excellent Title Adventure.    But we can still have fun with keywords. PBE is the #1 google ranking for the search “patty hauptman santa barbara”.  Woof.  Strangely we are also #1 for the term “swordfish porn”.  Which I’m I little surprised that it comes up at all, although I am secretly proud of that one.  We’re #3 for “mood changing bunny ears”, which…

  • Dogs,  I Like Ike,  Rant,  Stuck on Stupid,  Title Insurance

    ‘Cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door

    Life is never boring here at the Farm. About a month ago, before the Ride, I had a mouse.  He was in the pantry and wreaking havoc.  He chewed the bottom off of several bags of flour, not funny.  Crapped on everything and generally made a mess.  I set traps.  Numerous traps.  I never caught him.  Auntie stayed here with the Hellhoundz while I was riding and the fact that the mouse wasn’t caught prior to her arrival weighed heavy on me as I left that morning.  I told her I thought he was gone, it was the truth.  He hadn’t gotten into anything in several days including me peanut…

  • Beauregard the Doberman,  Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  I Like Ike

    Looking for a lifeline

    I think we’ll keep working on a theme. Yesterday marked the one year anniversary since I brought home Ike.  He was a trainwreck of a dog and I almost stopped and put him down on the way home.  I’m glad I didn’t.  He was supposed to be getting three hots and a cot and get let go in a week or so.  Ike didn’t get the memo.  He hit the porous slate and carpet floors here and got better.  PBE readers chipped in and helped him get better through SND and  I appreciate that.  And here we are. June 18th marked the three year anniversary of Beauregard’s death.  I can just now…

  • Cycling,  I Like Ike

    Count your blessings to find what you look for

    It’s almost the end of May and somehow I made it.  I don’t really know how.  And I don’t really know what I did this month besides ride my bike.  I know there were three major events I had to deal with but I can only remember the Doberman Specialty in Vallejo.  How cute is Ike with the puppy? We didn’t raise a ton of money but certainly enough to buy a couple of weeks worth of dog food for the rescue. I would like to take a moment to complain about the weather.  Mt. Diablo ride -terrible gusts of wind ruin the descent keeping us to 17mph.  Morgan Territory…

  • 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. …

  • Cycling,  Dogs

    The transmissions will resume

    OK, I would say I suck, but I don’t.  I rock.  Here’s the last two days. Friday I got up early because there was a little red boy that was ready to head up to the rescue.  I hadn’t been up there since I picked up Rita in January 2008 so I thought I’d take a ride.  What I was thinking at $4.07 a gallon is another whole story.  Round trip 354 miles.  I’ve got to say that Toyota just builds a tough truck.  I’ve owned that thing since December 31, 1993 and it’s still rolling along.  Which is why I want to shoot the guy who stole the cat…

  • Dogs

    Get curious, and that’s marvelous

    Beyond trying to run a business and saving dogs and riding my bike to LA, and working out, I have some other projects going on.  This next one will change some as time goes on.  In the next month I will add a blog function to it, although it will have several authors and probably not much content actually written by me.  It’s pretty self explanatory.  Grab a cuppa, sit down and check out My Pledge to Dogs.  Then take the pledge.  And live the pledge.  And when some clown in your office says “We’ve got this chihuahua who is the greatest dog on the planet and we’re going to…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  Bush is a Moron,  Corporate Wankers,  Dogs,  It's all Reagan's fault,  Photojournalism,  Rant

    Thibodeaux, fontaineaux, the place is buzzin’

    Jack Assery, party of one, your table is ready. OK, I know.  blahblahblah. Thieves.  These thieves are lucky.  I don’t know that I would have been able to restrain my desire to fire off rounds at them if I’d been home. These little d-bags stole my catalytic converter.  They unbolted it at the back but then used a pipe cutter to cut my goddamned header because the front bolts were seized.  I want to shoot them all.  I was out of town at The Cult of Red’s Family Reunion (an amazing event that makes me proud to be affiliated with them) when this happened and my dogs were in their…