Tyra (The Tyrant)

This Dog is amazing, she's smart, loyal, friendly, energetic, always up for a good time with a Frisbee. She's a Pure Breed Icelandic Dog. She has really good coloring but she is a bit short for her breed, she's only 14 3/4" at shoulder height. The curly, fluffy tail is great, no wagging tail to know everything down in your house. She has now competed in 3 tournaments of Flyball. She loves it almost as much as she loves the attention. Tyra actually means white markings on tail in Icelandic, but we think Tyrant suites her much better.

Vindur (the Vindicator)

This will be our newest addition to the family, he's only 5 weeks old now so we wont get him for at least another 3 weeks. He's also a Pure bread Icelandic Dog. My husbands intention is to bread our Tyra. Vindur which means "wind" in Icelandic is of a rare blood line so should be a good male stud dog.

Tolerance:
I am not sure if it was just that I was way too naive when I was younger or if I am just getting less tolerant as I get older. I have always tried to maintain contact with people that at one time meant something to me, as a friend, acquaintance or just someone who impacted my life is some way. I look back and see how much effort I put into maintaining this contact, and for what? So I can here from them once in a blue moon? I am just getting tired of seeing how they never make an effort to see me unless it's convenient. So I am on a quest to make new friends, and forget about the old. I want friends who want to spend time with me, see me, do things with me. Like I have this one friend, who I have the opportunity to see maybe once every couple of years. About 3 years ago I was down his way and told him months in advance that I wanted to stop to see him and visit. We had been camping for a week straight and were looking forward to a couple of days in the big city, hoping my friend would take us out on the town to hit a few bars and maybe even a band since we didn't know the city at all and were lost on our own. So what happens, we come into town, I call him up and he tells me that he's on his way out of town to go camping with some buddies (that he sees ALL the time). So I said fine and we even made the effort and drove out to where he was camping for a few hours. I guess if we were in gear to do some more camping right then maybe things would have been different, but that hadn't been our plan, plus the fact that after we left the city in another couple of days we were going to be camping for another week anyway. I had even arranged our schedule so that we could be intown on the weekend to have plenty of opportunity to get reacquainted. Then 2 years later again I was going to be near by for a week and hinted that he should try to come by and he said he was too busy and it was too far to go, but then I keep hearing how he goes way out of his way too see other friends of ours when ever they go by to visit, so why am I so out of the loop? Is it I am just not cool enough anymore, now that I have left the drunken madness and music scene behind and become a career success? All I wanted was a weekend to spend in the life that I left behind and I feel he denied me that out of spite. I know that's silly, it's most likely just a case of nothing in common anymore, but that's mostly because we never see each other anymore. And don't get me started on the amount of times I here through the grape vine of him being in town, does he even think to see if I am interested in hooking up for a night of madness? No. Oh well this is life, things change.
But like I said I am on a quest to make new friends. If anyone has any suggestions on how to do this I am all ears!