Blue Jobs and Pink Jobs

So I heard this the other day and I just love it. THere are jobs in the house or between the husband and wife that can be categorized as blue or pink. You know what I am talking about. The outside, cutting the grass, garbage, cleaning the garage, killing the bugs,, clearly blue jobs. Laundry, dishes, house cleaning, clearly pink jobs. I told Newell this and he warned that they could all be pink jobs if I wanted. SO, today I took apart the fridge to clean it out. Disgusting. Cant believe I actually put food in there. Something spilled and dripped all over and hardened. So I took everything out and scrubbed it to within an inch of its life. The problem, I couldnt quite get it back together. So, I did the best I could and waited for Newell to put it back together. Clearly a blue job.

Put a fork in me

As I sit here at 6:45 Sunday morning the 5th day of a 5 day dog show I ask myself. WHY IN THE WORLD DO I DO THIS??? I know I love the dog shows and you know how much I love the dogs, but this is ridiculous. I have left each morning at 6:30 and not gotten back homne each night until close to 8. I am pooped/ I was in charge Wed and Fri and today I am tempted to just stay home. But alas, the show calls. Another day, another dog show. Thank goodness for Starbucks.

Trust

So much of what I do with my dogs involves me having to trust other people. Trust them to have the same goals, integrity and trustworthiness that I have. Some of these people I dont know and I have to rely on others experience with them to guide me into decisions. Over the years, especially when it comes to Tanner I have been ultra protective. I did not breed him and I feel that I owe his breeder the utmost care when he was used for breeding makeing sure that those other breeders that used him for their breeding program is the same kind of breeder that I am. Now having said that, shame on me. I allowed him to be used with a breeder that I did not know, but I was told she was good to do business with. Well, here we go. The one bitch that was sold to a show home has not worked out and I want her to be spayed and not used for breeding. I have been meeting some resistence with this from the owners, so I reached out to this breeder, breeder to breeder to have her help me make these people do the right thing by this girl. To my horror this breeder would not help me. I am so disappointed, but in the end Shame on Me for not following my own instincts and not worked with this woman. SHame on me.