ritaxis: (Default)
[personal profile] ritaxis
We went to Lighthouse Field.  I've been doing this thing where I go out to the beach in the morning on Saturday and on the way back we take a half hour to go round the field and I take pictures at six preset locations, long, medium, close, and macro shots, to document how certain plants and their communities pass the year.  I've been doing it for about a month.  I started to do it a while back but the car died and it was not practical to keep doing it.  I don't expect to get every week, but I figure if I set up a weekly schedule that's easy to keep I will end up with forty or forty-five sets of photos.  But I missed the week before last because I was sick and the car wouldn't start: and this week I missed too, so I decided that since I have today off we could very well go to the field and take out pictures.

There was a problem.  The field was stinky today.  Like a feedlot, only a lot milder.  And Truffle -- that dog, she sure loves herself a big old stinky roll in something unspeakable when she gets the chance.  So she ended up, despite my best efforts (which are feeble, I tell you, feeble), smellng a lot like a feedlot, and not as much milder as the field, since she is only a dog and that stuff was concentrated on her.  It was difficult to drive home.  I had to keep the windows open and while we have nothing like snowcopalypse weather here, it's not a summer evening either.

I brought her home and immediately bathed her (I also bathed the cat, which he took as a vicious betrayal and a dangerous move).  Thoroughly, I thought, too, since she started smelling like shampoo instead of a feedlot.  But now she's just about dry and -- she smells like a feedlot again.  Milder, but still enough that I don't want her too close to me.

Going out to Carneros Creek to do water monitoring at seven or so in the morning.  It's a four-hour jaunt all told, longer on a lab day, which this wont' be.

And I have written!  A lot!  But on several of my ongoing less serious stories, not on one big thing.  So I don't have a lot to show for it.

ya gotta love dogs.

Date: 2010-12-28 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dragonet2.livejournal.com
I do have a cat who wallows on the rug in front of the cat box, but all he ends up smelling like is TidyCat litter....

We moved into the house on the farm just as the tenant moved his cattle onto the fresh, green spring pasture. We had a fawn Great Dane. And dad hadn't fixed the gap between the ground and the gate that was on the house lot fence....

I was working on the gardens outside and had a gigantic, Great-Dane-sized covered pile of green cow poop come romping toward me, with the intent of sharing the wealth.

I grabbed her by the muzzle and walked her to the hose/faucet head. She struggled to squirm around and rub on me but I managed to keep her focused. and she was the Obedient dog, not inclined to do more than slightly protest discipline.

I gave her a preliminary wash to make her not look like a cow poop herself, tied her up, found the dog shampoo inside and washed her again to make her acceptable to be in mom's Nice house.

It was one of those 'woman up' experiences, I was 18 but faced with doing the right thing because otherwise she'd have gotten cow poop on a lot of things. And would have not amused mom.

I need to write about that stuff sometime. A lot of it was good, a lot of it was interesting (snakes! I'm pro-snake, mom isn't....) etc.

Re: ya gotta love dogs.

Date: 2010-12-28 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ritaxis.livejournal.com
I wish the shampoo had taken whatever the nasty was off my dog. Tomorrow after water testing I will stop at one of the humungous pet stores and try to find some proprietary stink remover.

October 2017

S M T W T F S
1234567
89101112 13 14
15161718192021
22232425262728
293031    

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Oct. 20th, 2017 06:54 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios