How I Named My Blog

Being a poet and an occasional pun-ster, the "Not on the Road" title is multi-layered. First, it was a response to old Jack K's "On the Road," since I'm definitely not he. Also, I've moved around a bit throughout my life (like in the last two and a half years!), and I'm sick of being ON the road. And of course, being an animal lover and very active in dog rescue work, I don't like seeing animals, wild or domestic ON the road, dead or alive.

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Friday, May 15, 2009

I've been remiss . . .

What's the point of a blog if you don't post to it, right? I wish I had the discipline of Jon Katz (see and go to Farm Journal)

As of tomorrow, I will have been here at the goat farm for 3 weeks. I'm gradually settling in. There is never a dull moment, and there's absolutely no time to get bored. I drop into bed every night.

Heath, an English Setter I've been fostering since January, 2008, leaves for his new home tomorrow. It's an awesome home, so I feel good about him leaving.

Meanwhile, Hyacinth has now had two close encounters of the chicken kind. In both instances, the hen was merely subjected to a very bad plucking job, but was otherwise unscathed. I keep telling her that birddogs are supposed to POINT the live birds, and then when someone yells, "Dead bird!" she's to retrieve a DEAD bird, but she still thinks she's supposed to chase down the live bird and pull its feathers out. I'm thinking of getting her a subscription to Gun Dog Magazine.