She Goes it on Two

Asey can ride a two-wheeler. I got a little bee in my bonnet on Monday that Asey could ride her bike without training wheels. So J.D. took them off and I ran in the house to get my camera and when I came out she was doing it. I don't even think J.D. really had to do the run behind her holding the seat trick. She is very wobbly though. Jagen refuses to ride near her for fear of getting run into. Asey did run into a couple of cars that day, so I guess I understand where she is coming from. She is having so much fun riding a two-wheeler, but it sure is "exhausting" according to Asey.

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And three were sad...

Most of you know our dog Ripley either through the phone, in person at the door or just from hearing me complain. We got Ripley as a puppy 5 years ago when we lived in Utah. J.D. raised him up to be his kind of dog and that he was. I often felt like Rip and I had an unspoken war going for J.D.'s attention (lol). Jagen loved him to death. He made it through two moves with us. He watched two children join the family. He loved our kids and watched over them. There was one little problem. Rip and I never saw eye to eye and as the saying goes when mama ain't happy nobody's happy. So after many years of my pleading to get rid of him, it has come to pass. Now for those of you that are dog lovers you appreciate what a good dog he was. I know that he had so many great qualities, but there were two really bad things that I couldn't stand... the barking (it seemed to me to be never ending) and the shedding. After many tears and much discussion we had a friend list him on a rescue website for Border Collies. We had a wonderful lady named Linda contact us about adopting Rip. Last week we drove 8 hours round trip to take Ripley to his new home. His new family lives and works at a historic ranch in southern Arizona right on the border of Mexico. FYI - It is the very ranch where Geronimo surrendered. There are 125 achers for Rip to run and be free on. They have other dogs for him to play with. They have sheep and longhorns to wrangle in so his inner herder can shine through. J.D. wouldn't let me take him to the pound and I am so glad he didn't because this is the PERFECT place for Rip. When it came time to leave him Jagen and J.D. were obviously sad but I was shocked to have Tyce bawling his head off. He cried longer and harder than Jagen. Now as for Asey, all she was concerned with was the fact that she needed a soda to drink. I have a lot of guilt about this...especially mommy guilt with Jagen, but I must say I am relieved. I did promise Jagen that we will get another dog...it just has to be a dog that I pick this time. One that is smaller, not as loud and doesn't shed. So if anyone knows what breed that would be do share. Here is my Ode to Ripley in photos.










Ripley's New Home