So many horses, so few fingernails...
Jun. 24th, 2003 12:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misfoksGot back latelate last night from a weekend trip to Cupertino, where I stayed with a friend and hit the Buck Brannaman clinic going on nearby, being our main reason for converging up there. Colt breaking, ranch roping, and general equitation were the themes, though we only wound up hitting the Saturday session. I didn't run across anyone I recognized though my friend ran into several she knew, and at least a couple knew who I was which was kinda neat. A fair variety of the standard clinic fare (of both two- and four-legged varieties) in attendance, the only exception standing out in my mind being a gorgeous, if frustrated, Lusitano/Lipzzaner I would've gladly taken home if I could have. I didn't get too much out of the clinic, though I attribute it more to both being unable to hear too well and being too distracted just watching behaviors rather than inability on Buck's part.
Much of the rest of the weekend was touring around various stables my friend has been known to haunt, with many assorted cool folks to meet and fuzzy noses to pet. Dawg was universally a hit with everyone she met (well OK, the mini was a bit disturbed), though her breed background remains equally consistently misidentified. Even while strolling around downtown I kept hearing "Australian shepherd" being muttered, which continues to amuse me.
Time constraints prevented us from spending more than a couple hours or less in San Fran before dashing off to our respective homes. I really need to take time to just meander aimlessly around there again sometime. Overall it was a fun weekend and nice break, despite all the driving and my friend continually trying to give me girl-cooties.
Back home, the fence around what will be my yard has been finished (I plan to put electric around the remaining perimeter), and the house plans have finally been extracted from my architect and are undergoing county plan check. A few glitches I've already noticed and will have to redline for him, but those can get corrected when the county comes back with their comments as well. Next I've gotta get the power to my pole (yes, still) and get started on a soil percolation test.
But for now one of those little slices of death, how I loathe them, and back to the old CRT-and-chain again in the morning.
Much of the rest of the weekend was touring around various stables my friend has been known to haunt, with many assorted cool folks to meet and fuzzy noses to pet. Dawg was universally a hit with everyone she met (well OK, the mini was a bit disturbed), though her breed background remains equally consistently misidentified. Even while strolling around downtown I kept hearing "Australian shepherd" being muttered, which continues to amuse me.
Time constraints prevented us from spending more than a couple hours or less in San Fran before dashing off to our respective homes. I really need to take time to just meander aimlessly around there again sometime. Overall it was a fun weekend and nice break, despite all the driving and my friend continually trying to give me girl-cooties.
Back home, the fence around what will be my yard has been finished (I plan to put electric around the remaining perimeter), and the house plans have finally been extracted from my architect and are undergoing county plan check. A few glitches I've already noticed and will have to redline for him, but those can get corrected when the county comes back with their comments as well. Next I've gotta get the power to my pole (yes, still) and get started on a soil percolation test.
But for now one of those little slices of death, how I loathe them, and back to the old CRT-and-chain again in the morning.
