To Sheep or Not To Sheep

Yup, we're here. 

Now that I'm back to work, I don't have any desire to work anyone else's dogs but my own.  Do I need to keep sheep to do that?  Nope.  I can just pay for a lesson or some dirt time and call it good.  No de-worming, no rotating pastures, no lambing, no selling rams, no hassle, nada.  You've also got the ungrateful city slickers who think you owe them something.  If these people really feel that way, then why don't they get out of their cutesy little comfort zones, buy a home with acreage, fence it, put some sheep on it, and manage it, and see how easy it is? 

Yeah, I didn't think so.

So rather than going out of my way anymore to help people with this (at times, not even a "thank you" comes of it), I'm going to decide how many sheep I'm going to keep, if any at all, and just keep them for myself, and refer everyone else out to other trainers in the area.  This may change in the future, but for right now, I'm a bit burned out on it.

The horse thing has been so much more enjoyable for me.  Going places I've wanted to go for a very long time, and without the hassle of dragging a drunk along with me.  I love the relationship between Kahlua and I.  It's fun, yet challenging, as she tests me every step of the way. 

It's amazing how much my life has changed over the last year or so.  Some for the good, some not so good.  I miss my brother like crazy.  Still.  And will forever, I'm sure.  I now know first hand how hard it is being unemployed for an extended period of time and have no interest in doing that again.  This was the first year in a long time that I didn't go to any of the concert at any of the fairs.  I don't know that I missed the fairs in particular, but there was an aspect of the summer concerts that I missed a great deal this year, but that's only because I fucked that all up when I let some whiskey make a decision for me last summer.  Such is life.