I got in an artistic mood today.

This has officially become my outlet for thoughts!

This weekend was a lot of fun. I went out to the bar with my brother girl friend on Friday night. It was like a high school reunion. That is typically a situation avoid, I was a theatre/show choir nerd in high school. Surprisingly, everyone was really nice and I caught up with a few people. I played volleyball but barely did anything because the guy next to me damn near pushed me over to get to the ball.

On Sunday we went to a park for a barbecue with the family. We had a lot of fun. My mother suggested I invite this guy I have been hanging out with. He took me to the senior prom and I agreed to meet with him after many invites on his part. I really wish I had not of. I am beginning to feel platonic relationships with the opposite sex are impossible. He was extremely forward and grabby and got to meet Ferris the raging feminist who will not stand for that. I hope to never see him again. (Thankfully I'm pretty sure he doesn't read my blog. Or does he?) A relationship is the last thing I want at the moment, I just got out of one. So the thought of men right now is revolting.

My moms said to me, "Oh, your not a feminist." Where has she been the last few years. She's talking to the same women who plans on keeping her last name, perhaps hyphenating if his is short enough. Oh yeah and since I'm doing all the hard work I'm pretty sure that my children should have my last name. The F word (Feminist) is not a bad thing. I thought my mom knew I didn't wear pink or learn to crochet because society expects me to. i promise this won't be the only feminist rant you hear from me. =)

Today I am painting a few ceilings, already preparing for the August arrival when will have a friend stay with us before the Western Reserve show. I hope all of you Cardi people are coming it is the social event of the summer, next to the national. It has all the same people minus the fancy hotel plus dancing and golf carts! It's so much fun.

My book should be coming to me in the mail in about 4 days! I just finished reading Twilight and New Moon for the second time. I am so ready to find out what happens in the third one. Don't anyone tell me! So who's going to be my date to the New Moon movie on November 20th?

I AM SO DEPRESSED! We went to the vet today to get Cezanne an ultra-sound. Then we found out exactly what we didn't want to hear. No puppies, not a single one. So we have nothing to look forward to in the beginning of June. No beautiful little black babies will be coming to us. I'm so upset, I was so looking forward to them. Darn. I guess the next time we will progesterone test the hell out of her instead of going by what the stud thinks. Ugh.

CAVS play tonight. I hope we don't lose again. Last time we lost to Orlando by one damn point.

Today me and my mother spent a lot of time in the back yard picking up any rock that might look remotely appetizing to Rosha. When we got to the vet there was lots of hideous mutts there that made me cringe as well as a lot of stupid people who breed those f ' in hybrids that make me want to vomit and gouge my eyes out at the sight of them. A beagle bulldog mix? WTF Can you imagine all the genetic garbage those dogs would have? Yuck I can't help it I'm a dog Nazi. Rosha went thought the surgery fine, we were certain to tell the vet to do very minimum shaving so she could be shown soon. She just needs three more points, she has all her majors. I have a hard time motivating myself to go to all breed shows though when majority of the judges are so dumb they wouldn't know a good Cardigan if it took a leak on the shoe. They typically like safe colored dogs with wide straight fronts... yeah that's not Rosha. She barely has any white on her face and has a rather correct Cardigan front.

The rest of my evening will be spent watching the RedBox movies and reading New Moon... again. Oh yeah, and soon enough I can publish our little secret to our website. Boy is it a big one... well if you know anything about pedigrees. I added a picture of my little girl for your veiwing pleasure. =)

"Are you making me babies?"

So I just went to feed the dogs for the evening. A little later than usual. I made Cezanne's food as tempting as possible because she has been hesitant to eat. So dinner included yogurt and a splash of terriyaki sauce to make it smell better. She ate ravenously and with gusto. YEAH!!! When I bent down to slide her bowl to her i felt her belly. I was so much softer than usual, almost saggy. So I got really really and started asking her, "OH! Zannie! Are you making me babies? HUH!? I hope their pretty ones. Babies in Zannie belly?" Of course she just wagged her tail and looked at me, I think she's used to her crazy mother talking to her like that.

Plans for this evening: Watching movies with my Mama and perhaps trying out our new blender (complete with spigot) to make "delicious beverages" as she calls them. I freaking LOVE Redbox. We rented: "Adam Sandlers Bed Time Stories," "Paul Blart: Mall Cop," and Benjamin Button."

Why did we have to name her that!?!?

So our lovely little girl Rosha once again took her name literally. We noticed yesterday that there was some vomit outside in the back yard. We really just shrugged it off and thought it must be from Cezanne because as many of you already know she is pregnant with Powell babies. (We hope.) So we imagined it was morning sickness. Then this morning when we got Rosha up to eat she had vomit in her crate. OH CRAP! Yep... she ate another rock. She was looking rather thin and not looking her usual radiant and bubbly self. So we took her to the vet and she will have surgery to remove it. So her name Beaszak's (god I wish I never had to type those last 3 letters again.) Rock Paper Scissors. She eats rock, we pay a lot of paper money, and the vet goes in with the scissors to remove it. Hope fully everything will go ok. Pray for our pretty black faced baby.

HEY LOOK I LEARNED HOW TO ADD PICS! I'M CATCHING ON!
This pic was taken by a puppy buyer. In order that is Riley, Rosha, Roxie, and Diesel.

If you can't beat them...

Ok so I decided blogging might be kind of fun and that I will give it a try. Some people who blog are obnoxious because they want to profess to everyone about thier knowledge on Cardigans. Often, that knowledge doesn't materialize in thier breeding programs. You often find flaws to thier rants though and it all makes sense why they have dogs that look the way that they do. HARSH... I know. Ok i'm done on that subject to briefly touch upon why I was at first reluctant to blog. I promise I will never do that. I have been in the breed for 11 years and I will openly admit, I DO NOT KNOW EVERYTHING. I am not afraid to admit it, recognizing ones own flaws is the only way to improve upon them. A wise man named Bob Caldwell said the other day, "I have been doing this longer than anyone. And I learn something new all the time." If only we all could be that wise.