I am loving this blog: Ruffly Speaking. I mean I am go back and pour through all the archives until the middle of the night as if you were reading a best seller loving it. It’s simple, clean, written by a writer and filled with beautiful images. All things I wish my blog was.
So I thought in January I am going to overhaul my blog. I am going to get back to words and images and messages that inspire me. I am going to take the time to let words flow like waterfalls onto the page.
Then I remembered that in January Maizey starts Fiesty Fido class. In January Magnus finishes Beyond Basics class. Okay, so it might not happen till February.
Oh, but wait, in February Maizey still has two weeks of Fiesty Fido and I start CAP Class. Yes I said CAP, as in Kay Laurence, hardly anyone gets to take this, has always been my dream to take, Competency Assessment Program class. I am THRILLED and OVERJOYED! (In all caps since I am THAT THRILLED and THAT OVERJOYED to even have the chance to take it.)
Hmm. . . the flowing words like waterfalls may not happen when I am working 5 days a week, taking my dream class, praying Maizey can even handle Feisty Fido’s and . . . the best part of all?
Also in February I hope to have a day of wonderful dog fun and photo’s with a Seth Casteel photo shoot. Can you hear me squealing in delight? It’s not paid for yet, but it’s in the works and I can’t believe I have the chance to have him shoot my dogs.
Of course on top of all that I promised myself I would sit for CPDT in the fall and I have to apply to sit for it by July. Which means I have to have a reasonable amount of my recommended reading list read by then to even bother applying, let alone testing. And somehow that reading doesn’t get done when I read wonderful, simple beautiful blogs till the middle of the night.
The moral of the story?
If we disappear it’s not that I ignored your encouraging words of comfort and abandoned blogging all together, but that I decided to redo and ran out of time to compete the project. Never fear, we shall return. . .
Of course it may be in March after all our classes are over.
As a nod to aforementioned beautiful images I leave you with a contemplative Princessface.