I’m Changing this Blog

I’m updating and moving all fitness oriented posts to Quintessential Bodyworks, LLC. Any new fitness posts I write will publish there. I’m pretty sure I’m ditching Facebook too.

In the process of moving fitness related posts I rediscovered a bunch of posts about our 4 Connemara JR Terriers, our home and life in general. I decided that rather than lose them I’ll keep them on this blog and add to them as time allows.

Practicing Their Stay

From left clockwise, Hutch, Fionna, Reilly

The dogs have gotten good enough at staying on their lounge to be able to have three of them together at once.

They'll ignore a stick I toss and can be counted upon to stay there if I run in the house for a few seconds. However if a chipmunk runs by all bets are off.





Eventually I'll add Fionn to the mix but he tends to get silly in a group. On his own however, he's great - and cute as can be. Wanted to add that Fionn isn't kept away from everyone else all the time! Just during these stay practices.

Fionn (pronounced Finn)

Here are a couple more pics from today's session.

First Treadmill Session

It was time for the pups to take their second walk of the day but the sky had opened up and rain was hammering our metal roof.

What to do? What to do?  It seemed like a great time to orient them to our treadmill. I thought they'd get on it and down a few times and maybe get used to the beeps and other noises. They clearly had other ideas. I was so stunned that Fionn actually walked that I wasn't ready to catch a short video of him but caught the other three in action.

First up the fair lady, Fionna

Then it's little Reilly. Here's a better video of him.

And closing out our session Hutch who is not half bad considering he has the shortest legs!

Except that Starsky the cat just had to get in there.  Immediately after Hutch got off the treadmill Starsky hopped on. No walking for him though, he just sat on the belt.
I caught a picture of it but my kindle won't let me post it for some reason.

Updating this post.  It's still pouring today so the dogs each did 12 minutes on the treadmill. They were smoother today than yesterday.Fionna discovered that the lead was long enough that she could walk forward, sit down and ride back until she felt the lead get tight then she repeated the entire process until she bored herself. 

Hutch, Fionn and Reilly kept wanting to get on and once again Starsky made his cameo appearance once the last dog was done. He walked up and down as if wondering what's the big deal. Hmmmm I wonder if a cat could be trained to walk on a treadmill?

You can find a TM Update HERE.

Great Duck Island

We've been on Great Duck Island since Tuesday morning. Unfortunately my 4G service is useless. I don't want to eat up all the data on the house owner's account so that's why I've not finished the detox exercise series.

Below is the view off one of the balconies. This morning we watched porpoises swimming of that balcony. No pictures though because we were using binoculars. I have many better pictures but they're on my phone and I can't seem to up load them. We've hiked to the other side of the island twice. It's amazing here. I can't tell you how restful it is to fall asleep to the crashing waves.

This is my favorite local retreat.....

Our top porch. It's really peaceful to sit and read while the hummingbirds feed. It's also nice during a rain storm but not so much with thunderstorms. At night I light the candles and I've even been known to move the table and do T-Tapp or yoga out there.

This is what you get...

...when you leave one cat and four Connemara Terriers to their own devices while you go to the post office to pick up the mail. Yes, there is no mail delivery in the boonies. No trash pick up either but that's another blog post.

I should have taken a picture of the yarn woven in and out of the living room furniture but I didn't think of it in my hurry to put an end to the frivolity.

Starsky the cat had to be the instigator. The yarn was too high for the dogs to reach. Hutch probably stood around ringing his paws exclaiming that this was a bad thing to do. (He's the oldest dog and a rule follower.) The other three most likely shared gleefully in the misdeed, though they managed to look quite innocent when I walked in the door - happy to allow the cat to take the fall.

I tell you there's never a dull minute. But we wouldn't have it any other way.

Why the bed didn't get made on time

Who could resist that face?