My view from the milk stool this morning is on getting up before the flies. You’ve heard the term getting up before the rooster crows? We don’t have roosters, but I’ve discovered that if I’m in the milk room early and milk in the dark, or almost dark, the flies are minimal. It was better yesterday. We were about a half hour later this morning. Tomorrow morning we’ve got to milk really early too.
I’m excited in that I’m going to go to a stock dog lesson! There’s a trainer about an hour from me who was recommended by several people. So we go tomorrow morning. I’m going to make something of this panda bear dog. Wait and see.
In reality, this post is not about flies, it’s about appreciating what you have. I had a great dog and I didn’t appreciate him. Now that he’s gone I do. That’s the numbskull in me – there’s a lot of that. Gel was so freaking incredible it wasn’t funny.
I’ve mentioned Katie a good bit in recent posts. She’s been set up by me to not be appreciated because she’s not Gel. I think I’ve finally got it through my thick numbskull that I’m never going to have another Gel so I best appreciate what I’ve got.
Katie’s matured a good bit in the past year. She’s shown a good bit of grit, sense and talent. All I need to do is shape it. I seriously considered agility, but damned, agility equipment is freaking expensive, there’s no agility trainers anywhere near me, it’s hard to do agility without equipment and it’s hard to work a dog with little to no toy drive in agility. I know a lot of people are going to disagree with me on that, but it makes more sense to shape what talent and desire Katie has and go from there. I have great respect for a good stock dog. They’re worth their weight in gold.
Plus, agility’s tough for an old fat person.
So on the journey we go.
A lack of appreciation has been shown in my current job. It’s hard to overlook the fault lines, but fault lines don’t always result in earthquakes. It’s easy to be scared of earthquakes and let that fear ruin your life. Or, you can go on and appreciate what you have.
Meanwhile, Wednesday’s paper is going to hell in a hand basket due to people, places and things not cooperating. It is what it is and not all papers are going to be great.
As a writer and photographer, I’m incredibly blessed to have my work read and photographs viewed by thousands of people on a three-times-a-week, 52 weeks out of the year basis. I know a lot of people who would love to be in my shoes.
So, I’m blessed if I get out to milk before the flies fly, I have a great dog who just needs some time, and a job that is, well, cool.
Note, the photo is of Gel while at the farmer’s market. We can’t take Katie to a farmer’s market because she’s been known to nip people on their butts.
Until later …