It must be clear by this point that I am not dedicating a ton of time to these blog posts. This reminds me of those first few days last year. The difficulty of consistency starts to set in after a few days. Doing anything new for a solid 30 days is not easy. Even something as simple as writing a few lines of text each day. It gets easier day by day. Eventually, it will be the portion of the day I look forward to the most. I look forward to it now, but I am intimidated by it. I worry what I choose to blog about will be dumb or unworthy of the effort. That's a defeatist attitude and a habit I need to break. I tend to rationalize everything down until I lose sight of the point. It's not what I talk about it's that I'm talking. The practice is the method.
Today I gave my Golden Shepard, Hobart, a bath. I'm always thankful for his tolerance of my awful grooming abilities. I try to keep him on a schedule of at least one bath a month. I have two other dogs, Lhasa Apsos, and I usually bathe them once every two weeks. Their fur is like a magnet for all things filthy. They need regular baths to maintain proper snuggability. Hobart on the other hand sheds constantly. His fur is less likely to pick up dirt and grime because it is constantly falling out. He is like the earth, his fur is the crust that is constantly being pushed outward from his core. If dog hair had value I would be wealthy.
I bathe him outside in a kitty pool and afterward I dump the water out onto the grass. The combination of soapy water and fur creates a substance not too different from paper mache. Sometimes I wonder if I could use this material of dog fur and soap scum to patch a hole in a roof. I have heard you can use it to make catfish bait, but what the hell can't be used to make catfish bait. Catfish have 10,000-times the number of tastebuds a human does and still they eat the most God-awful concoctions and decaying matter underneath the swamp.
Anyway... more tomorrow.