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Apr. 18th, 2003 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleinWe now know how close Max can run to the sheep. He chased 6 up a hill and into an old camp. He wasn't after them for harm, they were just somethings that moved and he chased them. Nearly caught one...don't know what he would have done with it. Probably let it go. Stuff that doesn't move holds no interest to him in the desert.
Then today he almost had a face-to-face with the local herd of camels. he was playhing with a piece of board as they were coming across the road. We had to move fast to keep him away from them. The camel herder was close by. Don't want to make any enemies in the desert.
i have downloaded and printed an Iowa map to put on the window of my car. So when we see Iowa soldiers they will see someone from home.
The time with the dog is getting closer.
i'm about ready to have another conversation with Master. i can't believe how it irritates me. He has to have the last word, and it seems He has to correct everything i say. i don't know if this is a dominant trait or a Texas ego thing or what, but i'm getting to the point where i don't even want to comment on anything because He will correct it. If i say that camel is about 15 feet away, He'll say no, it's about 14.5 feet away. In my mind about means roughly or about, ya know? If i say the car speeding past us must be going over 140 km/h, He will say it was probably going over 142. Well, 0ver 142 is over 140. He always has to have the last word. Stupid, i know, but it's getting to me.
My life is good with Him. i don't know why i'm having these little fits of pique. i don't want to stop talking to Him. i enjoy our conversations. But i don't like the feeling i am always wrong. i've mentioned it to Him, and with everything else, He acknowledges that He does these things and that's as far as it goes. i know it's not about me. i know that.
KLM won't be flying into Kuwait until June. Master wants to go home in May. He likes flying KLM. It looks like He will be going through Dubai, south, before He can go north to Amsterdam. It's always something.
Then today he almost had a face-to-face with the local herd of camels. he was playhing with a piece of board as they were coming across the road. We had to move fast to keep him away from them. The camel herder was close by. Don't want to make any enemies in the desert.
i have downloaded and printed an Iowa map to put on the window of my car. So when we see Iowa soldiers they will see someone from home.
The time with the dog is getting closer.
i'm about ready to have another conversation with Master. i can't believe how it irritates me. He has to have the last word, and it seems He has to correct everything i say. i don't know if this is a dominant trait or a Texas ego thing or what, but i'm getting to the point where i don't even want to comment on anything because He will correct it. If i say that camel is about 15 feet away, He'll say no, it's about 14.5 feet away. In my mind about means roughly or about, ya know? If i say the car speeding past us must be going over 140 km/h, He will say it was probably going over 142. Well, 0ver 142 is over 140. He always has to have the last word. Stupid, i know, but it's getting to me.
My life is good with Him. i don't know why i'm having these little fits of pique. i don't want to stop talking to Him. i enjoy our conversations. But i don't like the feeling i am always wrong. i've mentioned it to Him, and with everything else, He acknowledges that He does these things and that's as far as it goes. i know it's not about me. i know that.
KLM won't be flying into Kuwait until June. Master wants to go home in May. He likes flying KLM. It looks like He will be going through Dubai, south, before He can go north to Amsterdam. It's always something.
