A Responce

Yeah so my post and website caused a lot of buzz. I avoid using this blog as a way for me to make attacks at other people. If you read through my archives you will find that I don't air the dirty laundry or talk about Cardi people. From the beginning it is something I avoid. I do however feel it necessary to make a statement about my website. I guess that I am entirely to bold for many people's comfort level, I always have been. Yet my website it not a place for people to say what i can and cannot post. There is no room for censorship on this private outlet. I decision to use a devil head was not a rash decision or poorly advised one. I also don't think its childish or very far from accurate. I made a choice to no longer let my website be a platform for someone I think so poorly of to gain recognition. I will always be a fan and supporter of Picasso and all that he may achieve but I do not think highly of his handler or her actions. The judges image is important as are the photos. However, the sight of her bring me to tears. Her attack on me has caused me irrevocable emotional damages and in the future I will have a hard time trusting anyone. I thought a lot about my decision to include a devil head, it's very fitting if you know the situation. But I am not backing down, it likely won;t be up there forever. For now it is a coping mechanism. Perhaps I may use Medusa later, or Bin Laden, maybe Ursala from the Little Mermaid. Sorry folks but I'm not going to censor myself.

Howl at the Moon

Last night me and my Mom went to a place in Cleveland to a place called "Howl at the Moon." It was a blast, it was these guys who play pianos, drums, and keyboards to play the requests made by people at the bar. They were very fun and did a lot of audience interaction. They had people on stage and had people do dances. It was def. for an adult crowd. They had a flash light to they used to shine on people who weren't dancing. We went with my brothers girlfriend and her friend. They were underage and decided instead to go to a male strip club. I personally don't find sweaty male strippers putting their junk in my face entertaining. So we chose to go to this other venue. The drinks there were crazy they had huge plastic 40 ounces of beer and signature drinks in buckets with really long straws. Mom and me got one called purple passion, it was amazing. I think we are def. gonna take Garrett there when he comes to visit.

My Art Form

Many don't know this about me, likely because it doesn't resemble my personality, but i am a writer. I went to college as an English major. I love to write and use words as my art form. I have some really good stories and kind of wish the rest of the world could see them. I just don't even know how to begin because I hear the world of publishing is like a 3 ring circus. I can see myself writing dog related things too, I just don't know who would want them. Any ideas, hook ups, suggestions?

Twitter

I have a new obsession it's Twitter. It's so fun, you follow celebrities and sometimes they tweet back to you. It makes you feel like your Friends with them and you know what going on in their day to day activity. My favorites to follow are Perez Hilton, Robert Pattinson, and Kristen Stewart. If your a Tweeter you can find me at http://twitter.com/FerrisBeashau So this weekend I am going out for ladies night, hoping to run into a few friends. OMG I'm so excited for August and Garrett to come we're gonna have a blast.

Another Bob Visit.

Tonight me and Mom went to go visit Bob Caldwell, we usually get around to doing it about once every two weeks. So we picked up some pizza, one of which was spinach, feta, artichoke hearts (my fave food ever), and sun dried tomatoes. It was soooo good. So we sat around eating pizza, drinking some really nice wine and gossiping. We always talk about the craziest stuff with him. Usually it's dog related; tonight after looking for pictures of Chester's (or Ch. Kennebec Wind Talker) mother Julie in case we decide to use him. Hmm that might be a nice litter, not sure yet. So anyways we got on the subject of Brazilians, he asked what one was and the hilarity ensued. We always have fun with us, and we keep him company and laughing. It always makes me miss dear Helen being back there. The cat Abner was all over me tonight nuzzling my head and biting my hair. He is a huge 19 pound Main Coon, or something like that. A Grand Champion too, we were trying to get Bob to let us take him to a cat show to see what it's like. So now that I'm covered in cat hair I am still exhausted from the trip. Gots to get my ass to bed and avoiding reading "Eclipse." Sleep is more important than Edward Cullen, I keep having to remind myself that.

Hey and throw me some comments readers, I'm starting to feel like my words go unread and ignored in cyber space.

Canoe Crazyness

I just returned from a Canoeing trip that I took with some friends. My older brother Justin, his girlfriend Melody, me, my cousin Drew (I adopted him as our cousin), our friend Greg, and his girlfriend Christy all went. We took the trailer which was nice so we weren't really roughing it. The trip down the river we took was 18 miles it was a long one but a heck of a lot of sun. Some also refer to this sport as "cabrewing" because of the involvement of adult beverages. I prefer "Cawineing" haha. I rode with Drew and we were a great team. We ended up being the craziest and the drunkest of our group. The begging of the trip went well as we navigated down the beautiful and rather clean Mohican River. I was in the front and acted as the human jukebox, singing as we went and fulfilling requests. It was all down hill after we got a few drinks in us. We stopped for lunch, still dry at this point at a bar at the side of the river. I had a vodka tonic, a Washington apple, and a delicious BLT. We used the facilities then got back in. Sometime shortly after that we got separated from the rest of the pack, but that was OK. The first flip was Drew's fault, he was uncoordinated and the next thing I new I was underwater. We flipped several times after that, a lot of it was Drew's fault. Twice mine, once because a neighboring canoe tossed me a beer that landed in the river and started to float past, as I leaned to rescue it from a watery grave we went over. Hey, I was trying not to pollute! lol. Another time a chocolate lab named Riley who we retrieved from the river to return to his concerned owners made a jump for it and flipped us again. We ended up flipping a little over 10 times. The water was nice an warm and really enjoyable. We met a lot of new people including some cool college kids from Kent. By the end of the trip me and Drew were quite drunk but had a blast. Today I am totally sore and hurting everywhere. I am covered with scraped and bruises. You should see my legs, covered with black and blue mark. My right hand has a big gash in it from slipping and catching myself on the rocks. My back, sides, shoulders, and arms hurt from rowing. My thighs and hips ache from swimming and trudging through mud. All in all it was a BLAST and I can't wait to go again!

Dueling bitches.

So as if the drama between Lyla and Twyla wasn't enough today Cezanne and Lyla were going at it. Over food first, then again later because of the unfinished business with the earlier fight that me and mom had to break up. Our house is at war. Bitches being scrappy, it always seems like Lyla is involved... hmm. So we have to keep Lyla and Cezanne apart for a while until they decide to love each other again. In the mean time Lyla also can't go with Twyla, maybe she needs solitary confinement. So if these two don't figure it out soon I will be showing a different brace at the Western Reserve Specialty. You all are going to that aren't you!?!? I hope so, it's always a blast!

Lyla thinks shes a human.

Our dog Lyla, Ch. Kennebec Give Back My Heart, is a piece of work. She thinks she is the human in the house. When you tell her to go outside sometimes she'll listen if she decides to, but usually she'll run away to the bedroom and hide under a bed like a pouting toddler. Also Lyla is an escape artist, the dog can open doors! She knows how to get out of a bedroom we put her in and she can let herself back inside the house. Last night there was a thunderstorm and she was a mess as usual. So I spent the evening with her on a leash tied around my foot surrounded by puddles of saliva. She couldn't decide which room she wanted into and which one she wanted out of. She even opened the door to the bedroom which her arch rival Twyla stays in. Thanks god she was in a crate.
Lyla is my Moms heart dog. She follows her everywhere and is a mess when she is not around. We once put her in a vari kennel with the door flush against the wall, a blanket over her crate, and the room she was in had the door locked and closed. Yeah she got out. Another time she was in the house and opened the front door during a thunderstorm and my brother Justin had to chase her down the street naked. She is very Alpha Bitch. Yet she doesn't have problems with other dogs. She actually rather enjoys other dogs. When at a dog show she would walk up to other dogs and sniff them and once she decided they were OK she would sit next to them. The other dogs would usually begin cleaning her ears and eyes. I once read that about alphas that they don't fight because they don't have a need to. Other dogs just don't start stuff and have respect for her. Around here she is always the dog with the cleanest ears.
Because she is so stubborn she isn't much of a show dog because she would rather sit around and be old.

The fishes and the snakes.

This is J'aime see the heart?

So many people don't know this, but I also have fish. I am the fish whisperer. A lot of people have a hard time keeping fish alive. Well not this girl. At our house we have a 40 gallon tank with 5 goldfish. I love fish, but I hate the goldfish. They are so boring, they don't come in that many varieties of colors, they are all chubby and have no personalities. Blah. So today we were at PetSmart to get some chemicals and plants. My mom and I like the natural look, not those plastic plants. There were so many tropical fish there green spotted puffers, guramis, chichlids all kinds of stuff. There was also a really pretty calico goldfish. So my mom said that if one of the fish dies we can get one like it. Well guess what I'm about to go flush all those frickers! I kid, I kid.

Also aside from fabulous Cardigans we have 2 corn snakes. Beezy and J'aime. Beezy is about to shed and not looking or feeling well. J'aime is a tiny little guy they got as a baby that has just moved up from pinkies to real mice. He has a perfect heart on his head, thus the name.

More news: The Beashau household has gone green. We are no recyclers! We took a huge load today and I got a warm fuzzy that I was going good for the earth. Also I have began to embrace the if it's yellow let it mellow thing. I don't know if I can stick to it.