:Home again, home again, lickety split!Posted: September 21, 2008 Filed under: FFT Lhasa Apsos 14 Comments
So where does that phrase come from? I googled it only to find similar uses, lead-ins to blog entries.
Yesterday afternoon, after 45 minutes in stop-and-go traffic, Rick, Wyatt and I met Katy, Ken, Zeke and Sadie on the north end of Colorado Springs, in the Rampart Dog Park. After Wyatt stretched his legs a bit, the three dogs got to the business at hand…
I love dogs, but frankly I’m glad my species’ polite introductions don’t include full-body sniffing! After a bit of time, Wyatt loaded up in his crate in Ken and Katy’s Subaru, along with a promise of a lamb shank as they trekked back home.
Thirsty and hungry, Rick and I met up with Anthony, who had conveniently just finished coaching swim practice at Rampart High School, right next to the dog park! After stopping by Twan’s (Anthony = Antwan), dropping off one car, we headed downtown to Southside Johnny’s…
“It’s better to eat at a great bar, than to drink at a restaurant.”
Gotta love their slogan!
This morning I did creep into the library…with a cup of coffee. Instead of booting up the computer, I started reading The Story of Edgar Sawtelle. After finishing up today’s to-do list, including those left undone for a month, I’m going to soak in the tub, put on comfy sweats, curl up and lose myself in the book.
Vickie cued me in…
“To market, to market, to buy a fat pig…”
by Mother Goose
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, dancing a jig;
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog;
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig;
Home again, home again, dancing a jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
To market, to market to buy a fat kit,
Home again, home again, lickety split.
You will love the story of Edgar Sawtelle! I consumed it very quickly. The combination of the Hamlet theme, the dogs and the northern backround, made it a very easy and exciting read. Will want to talk when you finish. It is his first novel.
Kathy..our Kathy..recommended it, so she too can join the conversation when I’m done!
Those three puppies certainly LOOK like they belong together. I can’t imagine a how happy they must all be.
Do you think that Sadie and Wyatt recognize that they are mother and son?
A brief update on the Zeke and Sadie Show featuring Wyatt the Riot!
It’s been almost a week and the three apso kin are doing very well together. Having impressed upon Wyatt his inferior status in the pack, Zeke and Sadie alternately poke and play with their new friend. They finish their meals pronto, so Wyatt the canine vacuum doesn’t have a chance to finish it for them, having learned the “hard way” that he is a hungry boy and whatever remains he lays claim to!
Yes, Susan, I do think that Sadie and Wyatt recognize the familial relationship. She established her authority early on, reminds him of it daily, and otherwise, they get along great.
They have many of the same mannerisms, habits and their coloring is very close. They both share a “silly streak”.
Wyatt is happy, confident, eager to please, hungry, and curious. He and Zeke roughhouse, zoom through the blackberries, hunt for lizards and otherwise do “boy” things around the yard together. Sadie and Wyatt quietly sniff and poke around the yard together, and just generally do mother/son types of things. She can be very affectionate towards him (then, she growls and rolls him over and puts her foot on his chest to remind him who’s boss!) They all three play hard in the morning together. Occasional fights break out, which are quickly resolved.
He acts as if he’s lived here all his life.
Maybe we were just all waiting for him to come and complete the pack.
Congrats on your successful placement – sounds like Wyatt has fit in well.
On another note – I have a 10-month old puppy bitch I’d like to place. Debby – do you think you could put her up on the site? I’ll shoot some photos your way on the weekend.
Is that Cole or Delilah by any chance? I remember seeing pictures of them back in November….along with Stewie (?)
It’s Delilah although her name has somehow morphed in to Lennie. She’s a pretty little thing and an absolute love and I would keep her if I could but she needs her own home where she can be loved and spoiled – she’s very people oriented although shy at first.
Stewie and Cole are staying here to be show dogs – Cole needs to grow some coat before she gets to go play in the rings and Stewie will make an appearance the end of this month (he has the show dog attitude and I love it)
Faye, send photos and a summary about Lennie. I’ll share those on the blog and add her to CenterStage on the website.
may not have to – have a family coming from Saskatchewan to meet her this weekend – I posted on Cathy’s apsohelp list and had lots of replies – the best home just didn’t work travelwise – I am hoping this family likes her and her quirks.
Awesome Faye! If this family is meant to be, please send photos to me and I’ll share them on the blog.
Well it didn’t happen – I hung around the house all weekend waiting for them to call and nadda.
I wonder if people realize how much of an inconvenience it is when they chose not to show up or call to say they are unable to show up. It was Thanksgiving here last weekend – I put off an out of town dinner to hang around waiting for these people to call – I’m angry and grumpy and really wish people would have some consideration for what they do to others.
So in short – I will be sending you pictures and a summary. Lennie is a sweet girl who will need some (a lot of) adjustment time – she really doesn’t like strangers but will tolerate them – warming up to them as she spends more time with them.
Faye, I was sorry to read your comment. It really is incomprehensible…especially given your holiday weekend…no phone call??!! No wonder you felt angry and grumpy.
Wow, all this time I thought the phrase originated with Blade Runner!
Guess it demonstrates the truly severe limitations of my education, huh?