Flip Flashes, Blaze Blurs.

 

I suppose you're wondering why I've been so quiet. I've been stewing, as it were. Anyone remember me speaking of my rock? I have stayed away from society, and it's not agoraphobia, I've decided, just now. It's sociophobia. Fear of the sociological stewage I watch/read/witness/wonder at, every day.

I am skeered of my own species, and I kinda always have been. Never been that easy to get along with, that's me. At least, that's been my take on my effect on others of my alleged kind.  I can teach. I can type. I can't just have a conversation, I need an adventure in conversation, or I tune out. Or something.

I thought again of why I stuck my head in the sand, after and through the rest of my (now just a memory) horse "career".

OH, my old laptop croaked. I have a new laptop, and it's not that comfy yet, and I'm typing on husband's, he's sound asleep, which I should be, too.

BUT, I had to mention my own take on (reader holds her breath) why living under my Rock has been looking really good again.
Why do I have to be aware of this stuff, when many seem so unaware? Why can I read an animal's expression, and be utterly incapable of forming a intelligible human sentence under any sort of duress? What good is that? I guess I'm just super grumpy. Fall showed up, in the middle of August, sorta kinda. GREAT riding weather. Humpfh.

Well, the girl-dogs are doing wonderful. Flip Flashes, Blaze Blurs.
We've got a real show going now, Blaze and I. I realized tonight, that when Blaze's feeling super-duper motorvated, I have to tell her to GO, before she will come. Her brilliant little mind has (correctly) realized than ANY command is a GO command, and she Loves to Go.

Flip never fails to delight me of course. The sisters are the fastest pair of slick black running octo-paws. Their running/stalking/deeking/diving/rolling matches can leave me gasping for delighted air. Flip stalks sister, and freezes, and stares. And inches closer, closer.. The predator is silent motion, one delicately raised paw at a time...
BLAZE, ears akimbo, eyes ablazed (sorry) in delight, goofy grin, shoots away, mach 2 to start, around several laps of our big old evergreens, helpfully circular in shape. Then a figure eight around the shed and apple trees, herculean broad jumps over the biggest, squishiest downed apples.

BUMPER crop of apples this year, BTW. Pulled one tree down onto our little garden shed:(
Sorry, tangent..

Flip waits until sister is utterly exhausted, then proves that Blaze will never be able to outrun her, or out-maneuver her. Death-roll is swift, and painless, Blaze's hind-legs now kicking up in the air with feigned terror.. Blaze will then gasp her way back into the house, Flip, as always, fresh as a daisy. Flip never ever wastes energy. Flip saves it for the important stuff. Like squirrels. Making her bed, as noisily as she can, with much throwing of her pillows and digging/scratching/fluffing. Flip can make the whole house shake, while making her bed, and she's just over 35 pounds.
What, a, dog..

Still learning about this new box, so please be patient. Things haven't changed, in case you were wondering. Yup, he's still there. Now he's on meds for ulcers. Big surprise. Maybe I should get some, too. Five and a half months, and my ire grows. Not good, in a Scot..