Sunday, August 31, 2008

Mt Wellington

Just one of the things I most love about living near Hobart is looking at Mt Wellington when she is wearing her winter coat.  Actually, Mt Wellington is a fabulous mountain to gaze upon at any time.  It is constantly changing in appearance. 



Before I moved here, I wondered why people would rather have a view of the mountain than of the river.  But now I completely understand.  I'm one of the lucky ones, and can see both views from different parts of my home.  Though if my lovely neighbour has her way and keeps growing her bushes ever higher, I will have to walk out to the footpath to admire the view of the Derwent.  But I figure, that on a grand scale, that is a pretty miniscule problem.



Last week I remembered to take my camera with me when I went to my local shops.  There is an excellent view of Mt Wellington from there...you'd have to agree.  I wish I had thought to take a pic a few days earlier when the snow cover was much heavier.  Maybe next year.....



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Thursday, August 21, 2008

Oh Darn it!

Wouldn't you know it, no matter how long I take to check my typing, it isn't until after posting that I see that I've boobooed in the Title.  Of course it is meant to read 'More news of the doggy variety'...but then you probably already guessed that.



More new of the doggy variety

I'm starting to sound like a crazy old lady who lives for her dogs.  Oh well, I'm sure there are worse things.....



Last night I took Ebony to her first night at Puppy Preschool and it was all so darned cute!  There was a cream labradoodle named Abby, a brown Labradoodle named Barney, a Schnauser named Angus (A Scottish name for a German dog???)  Oh well, I guess you can call them anything so long as they answer to it.   And then there was Ebony.  Ebony gets the gold medal for 'cute'.   The Labradoodle owners had the same problems with theirs as I'm still having with Miss Molly (they seem to be born with springs in their legs).  But the night was quite successful, with Ebony learning to sit.  Teaching a dog who is only 2 inches from the ground to lie down is pretty well impossible, so we gave up on that one.



But I did get to thinking that I could use food to entice Molly not to act like a crazy dog when we are out walking and meet with another dog or person. So off we went this brilliant sunny morning, Miss Molly, Ebony and Me.  As soon as we got out of the car a dog appeared.  A big one.  Molly started jumpin g up and down and generally acting like a pork chop...and barking too, which is unusual for her.  Then Ebony started barking.  My heart sank.  Maybe this wasn't such a great idea.  I wasn't able to distract Molly with treats at all.



So off we went, and as we apprached people or dogs, I eventually got Molly to sit and eat her treats.  By the end of the walk she was keeping her eyes on me rather than worrying about other dogs and people and there was no more jumping up and down and whining.  Ebony always behaves herself, but she got treats too.  The whole exercise used about half a packet of liver treats, but if that is what it takes to teach a new habit, then so be it.  I wonder will all of today's effort be forgotten by tomorrow.



At Puppy Class I also learned about putting food into a Kong for longlasting peace and quiet.  So I decided I just had to give that a go!  Putting kibble into a kong only lasted about 2 minutes, but putting peanut butter into a kong lasts and lasts.  The dogs love it, and I love it too.





I took these photos of the girls today while Ebony was licking at her kong.  Molly was just sitting around looking gorgeous.  I'm hoping I will be able to make the photos larger today than the last effort.  Here goes.



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AhHa!   Success!   Not bad for a crazy dog lady hey!  Now if I can just manage to do one new thing each day, as well as remember what I did last time, I'll soon be blogging along with the best of them!



Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Say Hi to the gang

Gosh!  How difficult can it be to think of a name for your blog!  Anyway, seeing as my girls are pretty important in my life, I thought I would begin by introducing them to you.  For the past 15 years I've called myself a quilter, but I do have to say that the girls have really eaten into my quilting time...but I'm not complaining.





When I speak about my girls, I'm speaking about my furry children.  Molly is a 13 month old Labradoodle who does just about anything she can to get me moulded into the person she thinks I ought to be.  If she had her way I would allow her to sit on any chair in the house, I would vacate my bed for her.  There would be endless tasty morsels to eat, and we would go for endless walks on the beach.  I'm slowly convincing her that none of this is going to happen, but it is a case of 3 steps forward and 2 backward.000_0006_00





Probably in Molly's perfect world there would be more cats in the household to chase.  Unfortunately for the one resident cat (named Chanel by a previous owner) there will only ever be the one cat in this house and she will just have to toughen up and show Molly who is the boss.000_0002







Both Molly and Chanel moved with me from Canberra to Hobart where we have happily set up home.



And Baby is the brand new addition to the household.  She comes in the form of a black Shitzu/Maltese which I have named Ebony because obviously, she is all black!  Apart from a tiny wee patch of white on her chin...just a few hairs really.  My lack of originality in naming my pets astounds even me sometimes.   Ebony is absolutely divine, and there is no way I could resist buying her.  She was all of 1.5kg when I first saw her, but with the personality of a Great Dane...huge!!!  She is as smart as a whip, and she certainly is able to lead Molly a very merry dance when she feels like it.  Though I do give Molly great credit, in that she is so unbelievably gentle with Ebony even when they are playing rough.000_0006 000_0007







And now, this almost completely computer illiterate is going to call it a day.  Time to investigate what Typepad is all about and what I can do with it.