Fishing The Coast, Oregon and Washington

March 2012

Just a tad closer to Spring!

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March 2, 2012

(See that little flower, beside the snow? That's hope for Spring to come!)

Happy March! And yes, I know I'm late!
Yesterday was fun!
I want to thank Bill Monroe for nominating me for the Merit Award at the American Fisheries Society for this year's theme of "Weaving Fisheries through the Fabric of Society."
I woke up to snow, and worried a bit about the drive to Eugene for the award acceptance luncheon, but by the time I hit the roads, they weren't so snowy.
I made it to the Hilton in Eugene in plenty of time.
Ruth Farr met me at the door and directed me to where I was to be.
We had a lovely lunch!
What struck me most, was the amount of knowledge in that room! The knowledge that I crave most! Hundreds of people full of fisheries knowledge!
I love to listen to Bill Hedlund on long drives. He fills me with knowledge. Things like how long a cutthroat stays in tide water, before going to sea. All that kind of thing. I love that! I crave that information!
I wished I would have known way back when that I could have gone to school for this. If I'd known, I sure would have! But, I thought I was just a pianist for life. :)
This lunch room was filled with people who know all of what I crave to know, and more! Whooo hooo!
If we could get even a handful of those people to join ifish, I would be so happy! This is why I started ifish! I love to talk fish, but even more, I want real, up to date study information and facts! Fish facts! YES!
So, to rub shoulders with these people for me was spine tingling!
They said that ifish did a great job of weaving fisheries through the fabric of society. Well? That's true! It does! And the award should have gone to all of you, and I feel like it belongs to all that contribute. So, congrats!
I hope that some of these people will join us more often!
Sometimes I get letters from folks who say, "Ifish has ruined my hot spot! The rivers are now too crowded! It is ifish's fault!"
Well, I hope so! Not that ifish has ruined things, but that the river is full of people with a passion for fish!
I have Bill Monroe to thank for endlessly drilling it into me that the more people that we have that care about our fish, the more people we will have who care enough to save our fisheries.
It's so true! I'm so thankful for Bill, because he has kept me to it. It took me quite a while for that to really sink in. It's just so true!
So, I hope that you take a minute to realize that yes, Ifish is weaving the fisheries through the fabric of society, and it takes every one of us, who are filled with passion for fish, to save our fisheries.
Next time you take someone new to your hot spot, think about it. If they catch a fish, they'll become excited about the fisheries, and care more about saving them!
Congratulations for posting on ifish, and making someone care about fish!
So, go forth and weave, people! Weave that passion!

March 4, 2012

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

There. Now I've done it. Now that song will be in your head, all day long! I hope so! I mean, think about it! Praise God from Whom all blessings flow! All good things! Thank you, Lord!
I learned that when I was very little, and it's been in my head since then! So, one day won't hurt us.
Everything good.
Phillipians 4.6
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things [are] honest, whatsoever things [are] just, whatsoever things [are] pure, whatsoever things [are] lovely, whatsoever things [are] of good report; if [there be] any virtue, and if [there be] any praise, think on these things.

If only we could keep all of these things in our minds, most of the time, think what a world we could be!
All of these things are what I wished for ifish, but I have found that it is just not totally possible. And, that isn't bad, as long as we discuss things with respect for one another.
Let's rejoice in our likeness.
Even though we have differences, the bottom line is the same. We are here because we have a passion for fish.
Whether you believe that hatcheries are a good thing or a bad thing, you are here because you care about fish. So, everything you communicate on ifish can be done with respect for the other person who cares about fish.
And, after all, if your point is to win over your point of view, calling someone an idiot or other degrading names because you think their thinking is off, will do you no good! However, explaining in detail, with respect for the other, why you feel one way or another could very well win someone over to your point of view. Isn't that why you are here?
What happens, I think, is that our passions run so deep, and we see things our way so clearly, that when someone else thinks another way we get so worked up about it, that all we can do is cry, "IDIOT!" It kind of makes me giggle.... but at the same time, it's just so wrong. Take that person by the hand and show them your way, and why! Back it up with facts, not emotion!
Yesterday Bill caught a beautiful steelhead out in the bedroom hole. What a lovely surprise it is, when you offer something on the end of a stick and come up with a beautiful creature like that!
Today, I hope to tow the boat to Sollie and do a short drift. I hope I can row a bit. Bill won't let me much, due to my heart, but maybe...a little? Please, Bill? We'll see!
Now, though, it's time for the mod board. I just hope that I enter that forum and find either nothing, or some very mild problems.
Smile. Be happy. Love one another.
Very simple. Right? (If not, take me by the hand, and explain to me why!) :)

March 6, 2012

What a bizarre weather pattern!
Today is catch up day. I have so many things I want to do. I am going to finish sending out all decals, all kwikfish, and be done with that, and then move on to the ifish flags people wanted.
Also, I need to go grocery shopping, and bird seed shopping!
So, off I go! Have a great day!

March 7, 2012

I'm so excited! I just realized I'm 52! I was still telling people that I was 51, but I had a Birthday! I forgot what those meant! I was just into the happiness of it all. The cake, the presents, the celebration, and then boom! I'm 52, too! Cool! That's a BUNCH of years old! I'm more than a half century old! Do you know how hard that is to do?
Life is hard! It's not a picnic like they tell you it is. Like you hear it is, when you are young.
I mean, when you are 3, you are trying to be 4. You try so hard that you are 3 and a half. I'm going to start doing that, again. I'm almost 52 and a half. Well, in six months, I will be. I'll let you know when.
I have so much to do, still. I can't ever seem to catch up. One of the reasons is because I'm s l o w. The other reason is because I have too much to do for one person, even if they were perfectly healthy!
So, it's off to do these things. I do these things, and then, when I'm done, I head for the river. Is that how your life goes? Probably. And that's why you are here at ifish.net. :)

March 10, 2012

Ohhhhh my gosh! I just found out I must have 10 lives! Dr. Mirkel (spelling?-- I think I'll call him Dr. Miracle) came by and told me that the reason they couldn't put me totally to sleep last night, was because they couldn't let any air in there, or something, because my lungs had collapsed again, leaving air in a bubble by my collar bone? I guess I have a hole in my lung, up there? And, my heart had shifted over, due to the uneven pressure, and I could have easily had a major heart attack. Don't quote me on all this, but the bottom line is that I was VERY urgent and they could have easily lost me. Yikes!!! How many times are they going to almost lose me? Or save me? Yeah. I like to look at it that way! They saved me, again! Thank you, Doctors!!! Wow!
Later... Watch out-- just had my Fentanyl. It's 8:00 at night and I have a garden hose in my chest.
Let's see, with all of these hoses and clamps and lights and floods, if I can write, correctly.
OK, so day before yesterday, I felt these weird sensations. I went to bed that night, really tired. I told David twice, that day, "something isn't right."
So, I woke in the morning, and sort of coughed to clear my throat and that was it. That terrible sensation of doom and dread that happened when my aorta dissected. I was going to die. I knew it, plain and simple. (And I didn't!) But, I knew something was intensely wrong with my major functions.
I walked slowly to David's room, thinking, should I, or should I not, call 911? I woke him and continued the debate out loud for about 5 minutes. Finally, I gave in. "Yeah, Call 911. I just can't deny something is wrong."
First the fire people came, and then the ambulance. During their time there, and with the aid of their tests, I knew what was wrong. Something I heard could go wrong with marfan patients all along. I was having a spontaneous Pneumothorax! And I shouted it out loud. Panicked, because I couldn't breath, I wished the ambulance would hurry, hurry, hurry. "I want to breath!"
The ambulance took me to Willamette Falls, and that doc, due to my specialized condition, felt better if I went on to OHSU. So, I was transported to OHSU for the procedure.
Little did I know, it would have to be done twice.
The first time, they gave me enough Versed to knock me silly, but the second time was a true nightmare.
The first time I gleefully reported that I felt nothing! The aftermath was painful. A hose in my chest doesn't feel good, but the initial operation was fairly simple.
However, as the day progressed, the pain, mixed with much decreased ability to sleep made it clear to us all that I had re collapsed. Oh, great. I wanted to cry.
"Please, fill me with Versed again!?" (pronounced Ver-said.) But, they didn't have the time. I watched the entire thing! They pushed and pulled that hose, and cut into my side, and it was horrid. I mean, probably the worst procedure, yet. But, they were trying to save my life. I couldn't curse them, at all. Just cry. Man, it hurt! For some reason, they had to put a hose almost double the size of the original in me. Ouch.
So, this morning, thinking the worst was over, and having gone thru a night of true pain, the surgeons did their rounds and came to tell me... "Jennie, we have to do surgery on you, and we'd like to do it Monday." grrr...
Come to find out, the blebs that are on my eyes, what caused an aneurysm on my leg when they put the stent in, and now, on my chest wall, had popped, and that's what caused my lung to collapse. Bummer. So, it will just happen again, if I don't take care of it.
They'd like to staple them closed, I guess. They'll go in, in the same area my chest is open at, and access them, from there. I don't know too much about the surgery.
I initially said "NO" like the brat that I am, but I've since given in.
Sigh.
No fishing for me Sunday.... or for many Sundays to come. :(
So, I've decided that this is Spa Week, here at OHSU. The food is really, really good. Had a fruit and cheese plate this afternoon. There is a machine to my side, draining my chest and it sounds like a babbling brook.
Yes, it's spa week at the hospital.... I'll pretend I'm getting plastic surgery or something to make me more beautiful. I'll eat good food and rest and stretch, and.... get some holes poked in my chest. Pheh.
Chin up, Jen. I'll be good by coastal springers, anyhow.
Day before yesterday, I was out in the beautiful sunshine, playing with Willie. We were running a bit, and I had this strange sensation that something was wrong.
First let me preface this all by excusing my mistakes. I'm on a huge amount of morphine and assorted pain management and.... Bill is now here so I don't know that I can finish.
Long and short of it--I have had a collapsed lung.
Got it fixed yesterday, and then had an emergent re collapse, last night where they had to fix it in my room. It was a nightmare and it hurt SO bad!
I'll write more, later, but right now I have company.
Anyhow, I have surgery on Monday to fix the blebs that are causing the collapses. (Remember the blebs on my eyes? Same thing, but on my lungs.... just a marfan thing.)

March 13, 2012

Ouch. That's what I'm going to say first. Ouch...
But, that's OK. It's not that bad. Just cuts on your side-type-bad. They cut into my lung tissue and that sensitive muscle tissue on my side. That's what hurts! Three times! Three cuts! Two tubes in my chest. Now, who needs two garden hoses to water one chest? Who?
My ICU doc just stopped by and I have to stay in ICU one more night before I am transferred to a normal room. Oh well. It's not that bad in here, really. I really like my nurses. They are just awesome.
I just so much miss my pup. I want to see him and hold him and love him so much. You don't know how healing it would be for me just to feel how soft his fur is, and to have him cuddle me just once!
I just wish I knew a good place to keep him, since Bill can't drive here in the snow to take him to the river, and the kids? Well, I'm afraid they will get burned out in Oregon City with him. Puppies are a ton of work. Not only that, they chew everything!
I wonder what I'll be missing when I get home!
Well, the ICU surgical team says that this is quite a surgery. They scraped my lungs and stapled off the holes (blebs) so that this won't happen again. They said it's a more painful procedure than the sternum procedure and cut for my aorta episode. So. I have an excuse for feeling poorly, you guys. I'm not a wimp!
I was trying not to take any pain meds to "show them" but I was told that is bad. I can't breathe well when it hurts, and that's the truth! They want me to breathe deeply. If you hurt when you breathe, your mind will tell you next time not to, and that's not good.
So, I decided to push that little button. I pushed it and pushed it and pushed it and pushed it and pushed it till I didn't hurt when I took a deep breath and man oh man did I feel good! I breathed and breathed!
Whoo hoooo that's good stuff!-- Both the air and the " hooo!"
Next, I got up and wrote a column.
Now, I think I'll go jogging.... or, maybe I'll go shopping online. Boy oh boy the things I could buy! (Quick, someone! Save me! Take this magic pain control button away!)
Frankly, it really doesnt quite work like that, but it's fun to giggle about!

March 16, (barely) 2012

How many days has my ICU team now told me "Just one more day in ICU?"
Today, one of my nurses said, "I think you'll be one of the first to be totally released for home from icu! OK! Cool! Are we there, yet?
I'm getting better. I think some of you think since I am still in ICU that I am still terribly ill. Not so, really. Not at all.
Tomorrow I get my tubes out. I am making good progress. It's just that these things take time.

. That's what I'm going to say first. Ouch...
But, that's OK. It's not that bad. Just cuts on your side-type-bad. They cut into my lung tissue and that sensitive muscle tissue on my side. That's what hurts! Three times! Three cuts! Two tubes in my chest. Now, who needs two garden hoses to water one chest? Who?
My ICU doc just stopped by and I have to stay in ICU one more night before I am transferred to a normal room. Oh well. It's not that bad in here, really. I really like my nurses. They are just awesome.
I just so much miss my pup. I want to see him and hold him and love him so much. You don't know how healing it would be for me just to feel how soft his fur is, and to have him cuddle me just once!
I just wish I knew a good place to keep him, since Bill can't drive here in the snow to take him to the river, and the kids? Well, I'm afraid they will get burned out in Oregon City with him. Puppies are a ton of work. Not only that, they chew everything!
I wonder what I'll be missing when I get home!
Well, the ICU surgical team says that this is quite a surgery. They scraped my lungs and stapled off the holes (blebs) so that this won't happen again. They said it's a more painful procedure than the sternum procedure and cut for my aorta episode. So. I have an excuse for feeling poorly, you guys. I'm not a wimp!
I was trying not to take any pain meds to "show them" but I was told that is bad. I can't breathe well when it hurts, and that's the truth! They want me to breathe deeply. If you hurt when you breathe, your mind will tell you next time not to, and that's not good.
So, I decided to push that little button. I pushed it and pushed it and pushed it and pushed it and pushed it till I didn't hurt when I took a deep breath and man oh man did I feel good! I breathed and breathed!
Whoo hoooo that's good stuff!-- Both the air and the " hooo!"
Next, I got up and wrote a column.
Now, I think I'll go jogging.... or, maybe I'll go shopping online. Boy oh boy the things I could buy! (Quick, someone! Save me! Take this magic pain control button away!)
Frankly, it really doesnt quite work like that, but it's fun to giggle about! spring flower

March 17, 2012

Since I wrote last, and many people have asked how I am, and I haven't answered, well? I had really gone downhill and now am on my way (I hope, I pray!) back on the up, again. I feel a little better, and mostly, I feel hope.
"Do you think I'm dying?" was the question of yesterday. I have never in my life, hurt like that. I didn't know it was possible to exist through that kind of pain. In fact, if I had a choice....
Man, oh man. Talk about misery.
So, my "babbling brooks" are these two little boxes that really do sound like a babbling brook. It's soothing, and pleasant, if only the liquid was water instead of (A new word I've learned, "songfully.
OSU is a teaching hospital, but they teach students, and don't have much time to teach the patient. I've asked, but I just don't understand their scheme in things.
So. all I know is that you keep that on for two days, then, turn it off of liquid and let it just be on a water seal for a day.
Well, we went thru that, and I was feeling better, and hopeful, and everything was roses when.... they did an X ray and it showed that I still had a collapsed lung.
(Insert tears here)
So, with that, what happened, I guess is that the lungs had air bubbles in them a that caused excruciating pain. I'll tell you that it was the worst pain in the world. FAR worse than an aortic dissection. Far worse than the original pneumothorax.... Have you ever had that pleurisy type pain in your lungs where it comes on quickly, and the only way to get rid of it is to slowly breath out? Well it was like that, but no getting rid of it, ever! No way. No how.
In the midst of all this pain and drugs, people were calling, writing, wanting to come see me, and I was just out of it, totally! I couldn't even talk. I turned most down, but Evie, my cousin, and Liz Hamilton. Not for any other reason than that I was feeling a bit better at the time. (OH yeah, and since she is reading this, she is my favorite.)
Same as now. feeling a bit better..... UNTIL...
Crud.
There is AGAIN air in the top of my lungs!!! Do over, again. :(

I think I'll cry. Today, they will try to adjust my tubes so that it finally sucks up that air, and yes, it will be really painful.
I can tell you. I may not do this again. PERIOD. I may be done.

Please say a prayer for me. People say how tough I am to go through all this. Do I have a choice?
Oh--and I am so sorry for all the typos. I'm dopey. I can't see well, and I can't type well or think well! :)

March 18, 2012

I'm most happy to report that I feel a bit better, today. I'm heartbroken, still, about missing Willie. I'm mostly heart broken because I don't know how they feel when the one closest to them leaves.
If only someone could for sure let me know that they understand, or that they know that I'm sick and that I will (?) be back. I'd love that. It would put my heart to ease. The thing is, well, I'm not certain I'm getting better!
I hurt and this air up in my lung is not leaving, and who knows, with marfan, what can happen. You know, with marfan, anything is (I should say impossible) but-- possible! That sounds good, anyhow!
Don't feel like writing much. I can't see, nor type well so I'm going o keep this short. Thank you for all of your love and prayers.

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Not totally believing but hopeful, that the news I received today is true. It's getting so that I can't keep everything straight.
The thing is, if everything goes right, my target date for release is Wednesday!Whoohooo!
That's day after tomorrow!
But, that is, if everything goes as planned.
The problem with this is things that go "as planned" are not really planned. With marfan you just don't know what could happen. We marfan types kind of count on unplanned events. Good or bad.
So they've turned off my babbling brook again (so sad (and now it's on water seal. Tomorrow, if everything looks OK, they'll take out both tubes, watch me and send me home the next day.
Remind me, please, to grab my real glasses to do this, next time. These are my bed time/tv glasses where i can't see very well, except to see the television!
I have a touch of pneumonia, I guess for which it is being treated. Not good, with tube tubes in. Argh. Where do things every end? I'll tell you! Wednesday! I believe! I believe!

March 22, 2012

I'm still alive, but as you can see, I'm still in the hospital. Pheh. Long days.
I guess I have pneumonia, and they want that to clear up. My air bubbles are all gone, and that's great. But, they also want to make certain that this lung stays UP and doesn't collapse again, so they put it back on suction for 12 more hours. Ten back on water seal, then off.
Then, (oh joy of joys) I get to do those lovely "Lovenox" shots" where I have to shoot them into my stomach. That just bothers me to all get out. I don't like to give myself shots, but in my stomach? Oh my! That's not a good thing at all! I'll never forget the first time. My wrist got sore from false tries! My fingers were sore and sweaty from grasping it so hard. I hope that I'm better at it, this time, and that get up to therapeutic really, really fast! Then, I can switch over to pills.
Anyhow, I've got to get a move on and get this body going so that this pneumonia that formed from laying in bed can break up and be gone! Time for another walk! I have never worked so hard at getting out of the hospital in my life! This is hard work!

March 24, 2012

Yesterday, the doc said "perhaps" I could get home, today. "perhaps..." and a very shady one at that.
More likely Sunday.
Well? I'm home! I'll tell you, though, the excitement of it all, and then the ordering of prescriptions and the waiting, and the going over papers, and the waiting, and the anticipation of it all, (and the waiting!) It's tiring!
So, I'm walking around, sorta like that character from Carol Burnett? You know, the old man? And that's what I feel like! I'm all hunched over and sore, but... I'm home!
Tomorrow, I'm going to attempt the drive to Tillamook to meet up with my new little boy that I dress up like a dog! Willie! I can't wait to see him! He's going to be so excited, and I am, too! I so want to feel his softness around my neck! I love him so, so much! I wonder what dogs think when their pack leader is taken from them after 7 months? That's got to be hard.
I know it's hard on me.
I'm so thankful to be alive. That was the most painful thing I think I've been thru... and traumatic, too.
I had what they call a tension pneumothorax, and if I hadn't recognized it, I may not be here, now. It was so weird. he whole room I was in was made into a very TV like emergency room, where they did surgery, right there. I mean, I saw them poke in me and cut me, and... stuff! And, they were so busy that they didn't mind me screaming. It hurt!
But, I'm alive, and those doctors are the ones who saved me. I always thought that those emergency scenes were made up dramatic stuff, but, nope. I saw it. I experienced it. It's very, very real.
I want to hold Willie closely, so badly.

March 27, 2012

Good morning, March.
I'll tell you. I'm tired of the fight. I really am. But, what choice do I have? It seems God isn't done with me, yet. However, I feel like a race horse that needs to be cooled down and let rest a bit. I love to race, but this is ridiculous! Give the girl a break!
I didn't think I'd have to deal with this type of sickness again, somehow. Yet, when my cardiologist came to visit, he asked, "So, this is your first pneumo thorax?"
Pheh. So, I'm to expect more? Or I should have expected to have one before this? Or?
I'll tell you what. If I never have another, it would be a blessing! Those are NOT fun!
I had a pneumo, diagnosed myself pretty nicely, if I don't say so, myself, and then had it repaired. Kind of. It un repaired itself, the first day, and we went into emergency mode as I had a tension pneumothorax. That scared the beans out of me, and I'm still left with a little PTSD, if I don't say so, myself. I mean, watching the emergency, watching myself be cut open, watching three men, obviously in stress, try to save my life is the stuff nightmares are made of. I thought I remembered it all, but the docs said I was drifting in and out. I wish I woulda drifted out, more! For some reason, though, they couldn't give me any more sedation, so there I was... watching.
Then, I acquired some virulent type of hospital Pneumonia. Then, I had air bubbles in the top of my lung, so they had to insert chest tube number three, which (thank God) immediately took care of that problem.
Those doctors are good. I'll say that, for sure. I'm not an easy patient. If it can go wrong, with me, it will.
The first night here in Tillamook, I was dressing for bed, and noticed something oozing. Oh-my-goodness. Oozing? I won't go into details, but my top chest incision was hugely infected. I was horrified. Never seen that much stuff come out of anything.
My heart sunk. I thought sure I was on my way back to the hospital.
So, I called the thoracic team, and thank God they said I didn't have to come in, but that they had me on the strongest possible antibiotics, and to just watch it, and let it drain. That's what I'm doing and I think it's getting better. The drainage is still a bunch, but not as much.
It burns/itches/drains, rinse, repeat.
I do my breathing exercises with all kinds of "lung toys".
It's depressing, because I've always had a huge capacity in my lungs, and have always been able to go clear to the top on this thing called a spirometer. Now, I can barely blow half. :(
I went for a walk on the river, yesterday, and man oh man. I'm an old woman. I couldn't breath. I couldn't climb. I almost couldn't finish my walk and no one was home. Willie just stared at me like, "Whatsamattawitchyou, Girl?"
Made me sad. I want to get well. I'm furious about it. Every once and a while, I get this breath at the top of my breath that expands a bit more, and it feels so good. There are my old lungs! There they are! But, it happens all too rarely. I try to make it happen, and it won't. It happens on its own accord.
Back to the spirometer. I will... I will... I will get my breath back!
I can't imagine what fighting a fish might do to me. I'm almost afraid to try. But, today? Today I might try. I just have to make certain Bill is with me.
The first two days home, here in Tillamook, I've been so depressed. That old "blue sky" of illness is back, again. Just like, but almost worse than my 2004 episode, where I never thought I'd get better.
But, this morning I awoke, I heard a Spring bird I hadn't heard since last Spring... and it was like a veil over me lifted, and I could see streaks of sunshine, even with the rain.
I sure hope I get better. I guess my main challenge, now, is the pneumonia that I acquired from the hospital. I guess those types of strains are always really tough to get over. So, as the docs say, "stay out of bed and keep active." That's what I'm doing. I do take naps, but for the most part, I'm up, trying to move, trying to breathe, trying to live.
God isn't finished with me, yet. (And, oh! I just got one of those "treat" breaths!)

March 29, 2012

I think I love too much.
This morning, I was out in the pouring down rain, running Willie. I don't know of any other Mom that would do that. Soaking wet in my robe and pajamas, I sat on my duck chair. There was a high wind warning flying, along with the tails of my robe. My Uggs were soaking wet, the rain blew in sheets on my face.
What am I doing?!
Willie loves the flashlight game.
Thing is, I have learned it's not a good thing. That dogs can become OCD over this game, but I think it's OK, almost needed for the Wilster.
It would be one thing if I were a jogger, (or a racer) but I'm not! In fact, there are times, like now, when I can barely make it down the stairs.
My dog is not a couch potato. He is an (overly) active Springer that springs!
This morning, I counted 97 laps around the house at full warp speed. He is so fast!
I sing to him, (or rather shout into the rain!)
To the tune of the trapeze song...
He flies cross the field with the greatest of ease...
That brown springer spaniel with the white feet and knees!
I love him. He's so cute! But, man, does he have energy! Not so sure what I think of field trial breeds!
Never has any animal or person more fully used this river property! He runs the entire perimeter of all 8 acres, here. He is as active, if not more so, than Rev was at this age. Can you believe that? But, at least he has a bit more social graces! Rev would run and smash into us. Willie dodges, and doesn't jump up and bop me in the face like Rev did. But the energy? Uh huh!
Bill and I were talking about the merits of dog pound dogs, re the choice of buying a pedigree. Hm. I vote dog pound mutt!
Not that I don't absolutely adore Rev and Willie, but I do wonder if when we breed for something like a field trial dog, if we aren't losing much of the character of the true breed.
Willie is half "field trial" and half "bench", but I think he's mostly field trial crazy! Sometimes I think it would be fun to send him to field trial school as I think he would be a darn good candidate. He loves to work! He could run for hours, and man is he fast! I start him off with a flashlight and off he chases, and then quickly forgets about that, and just keeps running! Round and round and round and round! What he runs for, no one knows!
But loving too much? Yes, I do. I do with my kids. I do with my partners. I do with my pets. I over-do. There is nothing I like more than to make happy out of normal.
When my kids were little, my Mom walked in on me one awful winter, rainy afternoon. I had the kiddy pool set up in my rental house living room. I bought an attachment that would run warm water into the hose, and filled that pool up! I put towels all around. I made egg salad sandwiches, and turned the heat up. It was summer in Sellwood! We were having a ball!
My Mom stared in disbelief. "Jennie, these kids are going to grow up thinking that the world is their Disneyland!"
Yep. So, my kids, I think, really do have trouble excepting just plain reality in life.
Just like my dog. It's raining outside, Willie. It's going to be a boring day. We aren't going to be doing much. Besides, Mom is sick and I should be resting.
That's how it should be.
But, no. "Come on, Willie! It's pouring down rain and even though I'm sick as a dog, I will do anything to make you happy!"
Argh. Where on earth did I come upon this unreal responsibility I feel to those I love?
And frankly, thus, there was ifish.net, also.
I just don't know how or when to stop. I love all 50 thousand members and I want them all to be happy, all the time.
Maybe I should bring you all out to the river and have you run laps!
I don't know, but I'm 53 years old and this is just now really occurring to me. I don't think you can teach an old dog new tricks.

 

 

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