Off to Atlanta & APDT
Oh my, I overslept this morning, a rare event for me, and my plans of writing a substantial blog this morning are buried under the mess of blankets and covers that I threw aside when I finally woke up and looked at the clock. Holy moly. But I’ll write from the road and keep you up on the first 2 days of APDT. (I am leaving Friday morning, so I won’t be able to report on the rest.) I am looking forward to so much of the first two days: I can’t wait to meet Vickie Stillwell and Kyra Sundance, and will attempt to forgive them for both being young, thin and drop-dead gorgeous. The symposium on canine cognition will be a highlight for me, and as soon as my part is over (my laptop is randomly choosing not to play my videos–if you see me licking my paws and stress yawning before my talk that’s why) I will love being there.
Meanwhile, here’s what I’ll miss at home. The grass is gone in the big hill pasture, and the only really good grass in on the front lawn. Just to the right of the photo is a county road, and I only can let the sheep graze on the lawn because I can count, 100 %, on Willie to keep them in the yard and off the road. Of course I’m out there too, and my favorite part of every day in fall is spending about 20 minutes beside the sheep, listening to them rip grass and move around the yard. There is something so primal and deeply relaxing about being beside a grazing animal. My sister is a brilliant writer, and when she came out to visit we sat with the sheep and she said “Oh my, now I get it. ‘So sheep may safely graze.’” Be safe Willie and woolies, I’ll miss you.