Saturday, June 19, 2021

A different kind of new addition

 So.

This happened....

I started a new job last week as a Grievance Specialist for a company focused on providing value-based medical care.  It is a bit of puzzle-solving combined with investigation, troubleshooting and problem solving.  

The pace of the first week was a bit over the top, but I am hopeful that it will smooth out and I think it is going to be interesting once I figure out where all the pieces go.  Given that I can't keep my brain from trying to solve problems whether I want it to or not, it might as well be useful.  

Best part.....It is a permanent work-from-home job which makes me and my assistants very happy.  

After 18 months of not commuting and being home all the time, I am about ready to roll up my driveway and put it away for good.  If they did grocery delivery out here in the boondocks, I might never leave home again. 

Since I have been preoccupied with all things job related and have been (once again) neglecting the blog, I figure you are due for a good puppy fix.  I'll get some donkey/mule pics up as well.  Just know that we are all doing well in our little hermitage and I am busy trying to figure out the insane intricacies of the medicare system and how to fix the tiny part I am involved with.















Saturday, June 5, 2021

Multiple Personalities

Cora: OMG!!!!  MONSTER!!!  MOM!  There's a MONSTER! MOM!!! What is THAT?  Do I chase it?  Bite it?  Run AWAY?!  MOM, come NOW mom!!!  OMG!

Connor: Turtle?  What turtle?  I don't see a turtle.  I refuse to see a turtle.  Turtles do not exist in this reality.  I refuse to believe in the existence of turtles.  Frisbees exist.  Frisbees matter.  Would you throw the FRISBEE already? 

Orrie: Look guys, I brought the paper!

Snapping Turtle: 
*sigh* Dogs.  Would you just make them ALL go away?

Saturday, May 15, 2021

Another Contentious Election

I know you have all been waiting on pins and needles for the outcome of the name election.  I apologize for the the delay in reporting the results, but you know how elections are these days......Here's what happened:

I was trying to find the name that stuck to this little guy and I had some great candidates.  Names have term limits, though, and can't be reelected after already serving a full term.  That knocked out my first choice, along with many others given that I am getting older and have known a lot of animals.  Under pressure from lobbyists and special interest groups, I finally narrowed the choice down to two options and the election began.  

That is when the lobbying really started.

Under pressure from all sides I became disillusioned by both parties.  While the politics were flying hot and heavy, I did what I always do - I hunkered down and played with my puppies.  This particular puppy has an extremely strong sense of self and opinions on everything.  He was completely uninterested in either of the name candidates.  Instead, every morning, he climbs to the highest possible peak (his chair), and proclaims I AM. 

The name is something like: grawrie-arri-orrruuuu

Who am I to argue with such a clear statement?  The only problem was how to translate that into something we pitiful humans can pronounce and use on all those pesky adulting things like vet records and recalls.  So, after even more debate about the pronounceability of Rory or Roarey or Rawrie, Farm Buddy and I did something that seems to have been forgotten in our modern politics - we compromised and agreed on:

Orrie *

*Please note that this was a legitimate election.  My vote counts more than yours because I buy the food, pay the vet, and share my bed with Orrie.  Farm Buddy's vote counts because she is my best friend of nearly 30 years, has to provide babysitting, and will never let me hear the end of it.  Orrie gets a vote because dogs (even baby dogs) should be respected for the amazing, wonderful, intelligent creatures that they are.  There will be no recounts and insurrection attempts will be put down with the shame and ridicule they deserve.    

Welcome to the farm, and to the deep parts of my oft-cracked heart, little Orrie.