Prissy Poopie

So I have a story to tell. Well, I have alot of stories lately just no time to write them. Our trip to Alturas was a much needed getaway for us. We had a wonderful trusted friend to watch the place and we were able to be carefree about leaving the ranch. Of course our truck was another story. We had great friends here with us from Sweden that traveled with us. We finally got to meet Martin's family and Sage and Ida were almost instant friends. In fact she rode in their car all the way to Alturas. It was a pretty easy drive for us with just Steele with us in the truck. Well, easy is a relative term. It would have been easy if it were for the truck overheating and the tires on the trailer blowing out. We broke up the drive in two days since we were hauling horses and kids.......not to mention we have a great friend that lives halfway between here and there. Mary always rolls out the red carpet for us and this time was no exception. We all had a wonderful meal (my favorite, pizza!), great company and comfy beds.

Friday we moved on to Alturas and thankfully got there relatively uneventfully. We were able to set up camp at the fairgrounds and get the horses settled in. I thought I was so smart thinking we could just camp at the fairgrounds. I mean afterall it is summertime. I wasn't able to pack many blanket since there wasn't much room left in the truck. We had bought a real nice air mattress on the way up there for Jeremy and I and we pitched the tent for the kids. The kids had all their blankets and pillows and were all snug but let me tell you I froze my butt off! I had given up and gotten in the truck about 3am. Saturday we had our turn out roping and as I should have known I got nervous and blew it. We still had a good time though. Annelie, Martin's wife was just the greatest help ever with my two rascals while I was off riding and making my attempt at roping. I swear, I am surprised I didn't embarrass myself when it came time for them to go home by hanging off of her leg to keep her here. Saturday night we all went to the local basque restaurant for dinner and it was very good! Martin and Annelie brought us their blankets from the hotel room so we didn't freeze and it was a much better night than Friday had been. Sunday Jeremy was entered in the stock horse and considering his horse Flash, a colt of ours,that was bred, born and raised on our ranch, had never ran anything down a fence much less circled a cow before, he did remarkable well. His mother was a TB mare of mine and so needless to say he can be a little "hot". So when we didn't have to go to the emergency room so I was very happy. I have to say my heart was pounding watching the whole thing. Jeremy also had the cut and rope event to rope in Sunday. I could not wait for the end of the day as I needed a shower and a good nights sleep very badly. We had planned to get a hotel room and get a good nights rest Sunday so we could head home Monday. As Jeremy was visiting with one of his team members, Destry Campbell, he said he had turned his garage into a bunkhouse and that we would be welcome to it. I was concerned about the horses since we had Cody, our stud with us and thankfully he said it wouldn't be a problem. So it was settled, and I was very relieved to know I would get a shower and a restful nights sleep. We also had two of our five dogs with us. Priss of course and Kate the wonder pup. They for the most part were staying in the trailer and Priss was not very happy about it. She is my little diva dog you know. So we got the horses settled in and then got our things hauled into the very cute bunkhouse. Let me just say how stinking tired I was by this time. We had taken ourselves to a very yummy mexican food dinner and I was very much looking forward to showering and getting the kids clean. I caved and let Priss into the bunkhouse, just while were showering I thought to myself and then I will put her back out in the trailer. The kids were equally as tired I think. Sage had cried herself silly (and seeing her sad and crying I was as well) having to say goodbye to her new friend. It was the sweetest thing really. So we got them settled in and Jeremy and I stumbled in to check out the little bedroom where we were going to sleep. It was the cutest thing and the bed was the fluffiest bed I think I have ever seen. I was just going to lay down for a sec and next thing I knew Sage was tapping on my foot telling me something was wrong with Steele's foot. Normally I hear every sound in the night specially the kids making any kind of noise. And most certainly when we are in a different place than home. Not to mention it was dark as dark could be. Apparently Sage had carried Steele into the bedroom and set him in the big, beautiful, fluffy chair that was next to the bed. I, in my horror of not hearing the kids even wake up much less hearing them come into the room being as tired as I was, lept out of bed and went to rubbing Steele's foot, trying desperately to get my witts about me. All at the same time I was trying to figure out why my sweet little baby boy that I put to bed clean has a wet, slimy, grainy foot. About this time I hear Sage say to me "I think Priss pooped".........Aren't you glad your not me about now?! All I could do is walk away to the bathroom and tell the kids not to move a muscle. I stumbled to the bathroom trying not to touch anything and hoping like heck not to step in anything in the darkness. Thankfully I made it and got washed up, got the kids washed up. Somehow got the floor to exactly the state it was before my mangy, purse puppy had assaulted it. I was mortified I had let my dog into someone else's place without even asking and she had been off her normal schedule so I really should have known better but I was so darn tired.......
Sooooooo anyhow, that is why I now call her Prissy Poopie.......it just isn't always a glamorous life for me.