One would think a solitary person would cast a solitary shadow. Not so fast. I was noticing this evening my shadow has 8 paws, and sometimes more! Or should I say my shadows......
They are similar in color, both lemon and white. Kobe and Sidney could be attached to me with Velcro. They love their Mommy. I love them. Where ever I go in the house, they follow. I'm certain they wish I would settle in one spot longer. I seem to interrupt many good naps by having the audacity to move.
These shadows, of late, are giving me lots of bruises. Not intentionally - but quite accidentally. Sidney freaked himself out by getting the flexi-lead caught on the license of my truck as he walked by it. When the leash popped off it and the metal slapped my truck, Sidney thought the sky was falling. So he dashed into my legs. When in doubt (and fear) run like H*ll, head first, into the Momma.
And Kobe, toothless wonder that he is - snapped at a certain impertinent foster dog for sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Guess who got bit? It wasn't Sidney.
Still, I love my shadow's. I live for them. I've got two liver and white dogs shadows, and two lemon's. My shadows are full of mischief and fur. I'll gladly cast shadows like this any day, any time.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Birthdays
Funny how birthdays bring such great expectations. They take us right out of adult mode and into child mode somehow. And that can be okay.
When I was 40, I was just newly divorced. I had a "Forty and Fabulous Party". For gifts I asked friends to fat quarters of fabric and I made a quilt from them. I love that quilt and the story it tells. Yesterday I celebrated 50 with another party. Still not sure where that decade went between 40 and 50.
Someone asked about my life and I divided it into two era's. Before dogs, and after dogs. Not before marriage and after divorce, or before kids or after they left the nest. I'll be the first to say I've been blessed with wonderful friends, cool kids, family and tons of stories about getting back into dating after 40. Dog's have been my passion and my healer, a constant source of joy.
Perhaps that is what celebrating a birthday is all about. Gathering to honor our source of joy. Our friends came to celebrate last night. The best part was, that while they thought they were celebrating me - I was in fact celebrating them.
And that made me very happy.
When I was 40, I was just newly divorced. I had a "Forty and Fabulous Party". For gifts I asked friends to fat quarters of fabric and I made a quilt from them. I love that quilt and the story it tells. Yesterday I celebrated 50 with another party. Still not sure where that decade went between 40 and 50.
Someone asked about my life and I divided it into two era's. Before dogs, and after dogs. Not before marriage and after divorce, or before kids or after they left the nest. I'll be the first to say I've been blessed with wonderful friends, cool kids, family and tons of stories about getting back into dating after 40. Dog's have been my passion and my healer, a constant source of joy.
Perhaps that is what celebrating a birthday is all about. Gathering to honor our source of joy. Our friends came to celebrate last night. The best part was, that while they thought they were celebrating me - I was in fact celebrating them.
And that made me very happy.
Friday, August 29, 2008
A Little This A Little That
Feeding the dogs ain't what it used to be. I almost need a check list to make sure everyone gets it right. OK, so I get it right.
Two of the dogs get two cups food, am & pm. All the dogs get a spoon full of yogurt to aid digestion and prevent farts. Yes, we have world class farters here. Kobe gets some extra canned food, plus two pain medications, and a nutritional supplement. Sidney gets some flax seed oil. Maddie gets one cup of food. Mick gets a 1 1/2 cups. All get vitamins. We've had some tummy upsets this past week, so some of the dogs get a spoon full of pumpkin for regularity.
It takes a fair amount of concentration just to get through feeding time at the zoo. I have to laugh at the process. A little this, a little that. Always subject to change. We've come a long way from a can of Alpo.
On another note, Maddie gets groomed tomorrow. She's an English Springer and my first dog to need grooming. She's developing a part down her back, so I know it's time. Plus we need to get her trimmed so that she'll grow back before the cold weather sets in.
And speaking of that......how did it get to be September already????? Can we go back to the beginning of July and start again??
Time flies when you're dishing up a little this and a little that. Time flies when you are so blessed. Blessed by both the two footed and the four footed friends that bring light to our life. Thank you for being part of that.
Two of the dogs get two cups food, am & pm. All the dogs get a spoon full of yogurt to aid digestion and prevent farts. Yes, we have world class farters here. Kobe gets some extra canned food, plus two pain medications, and a nutritional supplement. Sidney gets some flax seed oil. Maddie gets one cup of food. Mick gets a 1 1/2 cups. All get vitamins. We've had some tummy upsets this past week, so some of the dogs get a spoon full of pumpkin for regularity.
It takes a fair amount of concentration just to get through feeding time at the zoo. I have to laugh at the process. A little this, a little that. Always subject to change. We've come a long way from a can of Alpo.
On another note, Maddie gets groomed tomorrow. She's an English Springer and my first dog to need grooming. She's developing a part down her back, so I know it's time. Plus we need to get her trimmed so that she'll grow back before the cold weather sets in.
And speaking of that......how did it get to be September already????? Can we go back to the beginning of July and start again??
Time flies when you're dishing up a little this and a little that. Time flies when you are so blessed. Blessed by both the two footed and the four footed friends that bring light to our life. Thank you for being part of that.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Late Summer Garden
Each Spring, I vow to get my garden into the best shape ever. Each Summer, my interest wanes as the temperature rises. And now, the late Summer garden is looking a bit neglected. Mostly because, it was. It's like vowing to get your body swim suit ready - and we know how that goes!!
Surprisingly, the garden has it's bright spots right now. Parts that bloom just because they can. Much like the inner spirit that shows a person's really beauty. Morning Glory is one of my favorites. Their clear blue and deep violet blues lure you in to soak up their color. The vines are not showy, but their blossoms more than make up for it. The Surprise Lily's (or, Naked Ladies, as they are sometimes called) and putting on a floor show. It's pretty impressive. And the 4 o'clocks? Awesome! I may even dig those tubers up, which I never do.
The tomato vines are loaded, and I've been picking some daily. Just enough to eat, without an overload. By next week, that will be a different story. The jalapeno pepper I planted is producing a bumper crop of cayenne peppers. Plant labels can be a tricky thing.
What can I say, sometimes what we plant blooms in way's we could never predict. And that is a miracle in itself.
Surprisingly, the garden has it's bright spots right now. Parts that bloom just because they can. Much like the inner spirit that shows a person's really beauty. Morning Glory is one of my favorites. Their clear blue and deep violet blues lure you in to soak up their color. The vines are not showy, but their blossoms more than make up for it. The Surprise Lily's (or, Naked Ladies, as they are sometimes called) and putting on a floor show. It's pretty impressive. And the 4 o'clocks? Awesome! I may even dig those tubers up, which I never do.
The tomato vines are loaded, and I've been picking some daily. Just enough to eat, without an overload. By next week, that will be a different story. The jalapeno pepper I planted is producing a bumper crop of cayenne peppers. Plant labels can be a tricky thing.
What can I say, sometimes what we plant blooms in way's we could never predict. And that is a miracle in itself.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Sit Ubu Sit
Sit happens. I sit therefore I am. I came, I sat, I conquered.
Sit has been a tough command for Sidney. This boy has buns of steel, and a will to not be pressed to do anything he doesn't want to. That's almost a female characteristic, but that's another blog. Not to worry, Sidney's all boy.
When stumped with a training technique - I quiz others. I'm no genius in dog training. I'm not a professional, and every foster dog is different. Sidney is learning to trust, and I'm learning what works with Sidney.
I got some great tips in working with a reluctant sitter. First of all, up the ante. Word was, be certain I'm using the best treat in the whole wide world. Now that depends on the dog. Sidney will work for cheese, but meat is even better. So this week it was little bits of chicken breast, and some tiny bites of flank steak. I'm thinking a cheap hot dog might have worked too, but thankfully our cheap hot dogs days are few and far between.
He has shown great progress, and sit is happening!!! He's getting the idea. And that is half the battle. If you've heard a lot of "Yea's and good dogs, and good sits, and whohoo's", it's been me.
Funny how far a treat, and some happy words will go. It works for dogs, it works for kids, it works for adults too. Try it - and let me know how it goes.
Sit has been a tough command for Sidney. This boy has buns of steel, and a will to not be pressed to do anything he doesn't want to. That's almost a female characteristic, but that's another blog. Not to worry, Sidney's all boy.
When stumped with a training technique - I quiz others. I'm no genius in dog training. I'm not a professional, and every foster dog is different. Sidney is learning to trust, and I'm learning what works with Sidney.
I got some great tips in working with a reluctant sitter. First of all, up the ante. Word was, be certain I'm using the best treat in the whole wide world. Now that depends on the dog. Sidney will work for cheese, but meat is even better. So this week it was little bits of chicken breast, and some tiny bites of flank steak. I'm thinking a cheap hot dog might have worked too, but thankfully our cheap hot dogs days are few and far between.
He has shown great progress, and sit is happening!!! He's getting the idea. And that is half the battle. If you've heard a lot of "Yea's and good dogs, and good sits, and whohoo's", it's been me.
Funny how far a treat, and some happy words will go. It works for dogs, it works for kids, it works for adults too. Try it - and let me know how it goes.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sidney Knows
Sidney knows something new. He's been going up and down the upstairs for weeks. Until today he wouldn't go down and up the downstairs. Now he knows how. He even discovered that Decoy's bowl of kibble will be in the basement bedroom. Sid's a sly dog. Maybe one day I'll discover him sitting like he knows what that is all about too. A girl can hope.
He had a social outing today. It was a great experience in socialization. I took him to the store I work at. He encountered swinging doors, the noise of compressors, people coming and going, boxes of freight in all shapes and sizes. He even almost got into my vehicle without being lifted - that's progress in itself. He was wonderful about all the people who met and touched him, the tail was down, but not tucked all the way to his nose. I take that as a good sign.
I also missed a Kodak moment with Sidney and Mickey today. The two of them were locked on point and it was a gorgeous moment. Naturally a camera was not within reach. I stood transfixed at the wonder of two pointers doing what comes naturally. That they were pointing intently on a bumblebee was not an issue. They were in the zone, until Mickey went for the kill. Mick hunts them all the time and snatches them out of thin air. Although I worry about that he's never had a problem with it. Crossing fingers he never does.
He had a social outing today. It was a great experience in socialization. I took him to the store I work at. He encountered swinging doors, the noise of compressors, people coming and going, boxes of freight in all shapes and sizes. He even almost got into my vehicle without being lifted - that's progress in itself. He was wonderful about all the people who met and touched him, the tail was down, but not tucked all the way to his nose. I take that as a good sign.
I also missed a Kodak moment with Sidney and Mickey today. The two of them were locked on point and it was a gorgeous moment. Naturally a camera was not within reach. I stood transfixed at the wonder of two pointers doing what comes naturally. That they were pointing intently on a bumblebee was not an issue. They were in the zone, until Mickey went for the kill. Mick hunts them all the time and snatches them out of thin air. Although I worry about that he's never had a problem with it. Crossing fingers he never does.
Coming Of Age
I have one of those big birthdays coming up. Hmmmmm, I'm certain I've miscounted (which is always a possibility). I'm gonna be 50. Crap, there, I've said it.
I don't feel like 50, well, except for some mornings when it hurts to roll over. And some nights when it hurts to get up. And some afternoons when I can't wait to sit down.
Fifty has a connotation in my head of old. Too old to look good in shorts, wear base ball caps, to be hot. I'm afraid if I am not cautious the wrinkles will hit me like a bad case of the flu. My tummy is like a land slide area - all it needs is some signage. My boobs, well, they ain't what they used to be, but the support bra industry has a lot of job security. I admit to wearing orthotics sometimes (in my shoes, silly).
I am way more comfortable in my skin, but don't much care for my skins attitude toward me. Back when I probably was really hot, I was too young to appreciate it. At 12, how does one really know that kind of stuff. The irony is that while I don't understand those who choose botox, implants and tucks, I do have a teensy bit of envy for that.
We are raised to appreciate physical beauty, and to strive for that. I'm at the age where you long for the beauty, but say screw it to the work it takes to achieve it. I also know inner beauty shines way more brightly than a pretty face with no heart/soul to back it up.
I'm gonna go with the you are as old as you think theory. We don't really lose those other ages just because we add a new number to the tally. I'm an experienced 40 yr old with a 20-30 year old sense of humor, blessed by 50 years of grace to age me to perfection.
I don't feel like 50, well, except for some mornings when it hurts to roll over. And some nights when it hurts to get up. And some afternoons when I can't wait to sit down.
Fifty has a connotation in my head of old. Too old to look good in shorts, wear base ball caps, to be hot. I'm afraid if I am not cautious the wrinkles will hit me like a bad case of the flu. My tummy is like a land slide area - all it needs is some signage. My boobs, well, they ain't what they used to be, but the support bra industry has a lot of job security. I admit to wearing orthotics sometimes (in my shoes, silly).
I am way more comfortable in my skin, but don't much care for my skins attitude toward me. Back when I probably was really hot, I was too young to appreciate it. At 12, how does one really know that kind of stuff. The irony is that while I don't understand those who choose botox, implants and tucks, I do have a teensy bit of envy for that.
We are raised to appreciate physical beauty, and to strive for that. I'm at the age where you long for the beauty, but say screw it to the work it takes to achieve it. I also know inner beauty shines way more brightly than a pretty face with no heart/soul to back it up.
I'm gonna go with the you are as old as you think theory. We don't really lose those other ages just because we add a new number to the tally. I'm an experienced 40 yr old with a 20-30 year old sense of humor, blessed by 50 years of grace to age me to perfection.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Pepto Dismal
If you have never tried to give a dog Pepto Bismol, let me say - you are one lucky dog.
In theory, it's no different that getting a child to take the pink yucky stuff. Fill a syringe, open mouth, squirt in the side and before you know it they are lapping it right up. Not!!! Not bloody likely that is.
I administered a dose to Kobe today. One of the boys, either Mickey or Kobe has the runs. My money is on Kobe and Reno's money is on Mickey. If you can apply it topically I think I was successful. May I just say Kobe does not look good in pink. When I took a wet cloth to clean it off his face, lips, shoulder and back, he squirmed and made faces like a toddler. Who knew water was such torture.
Since my first attempt was only marginally successful - I went for the food driven approach. I made a pepto bismol sundae for him. You take a scoop of canned dog food, pour the pink goodie over the top and voila!!! There you have it. Actually, he rather enjoyed it.
Of course I can only hope I dosed the right dog. Otherwise my attempts will have been totally pink and thoroughly dismal.
In theory, it's no different that getting a child to take the pink yucky stuff. Fill a syringe, open mouth, squirt in the side and before you know it they are lapping it right up. Not!!! Not bloody likely that is.
I administered a dose to Kobe today. One of the boys, either Mickey or Kobe has the runs. My money is on Kobe and Reno's money is on Mickey. If you can apply it topically I think I was successful. May I just say Kobe does not look good in pink. When I took a wet cloth to clean it off his face, lips, shoulder and back, he squirmed and made faces like a toddler. Who knew water was such torture.
Since my first attempt was only marginally successful - I went for the food driven approach. I made a pepto bismol sundae for him. You take a scoop of canned dog food, pour the pink goodie over the top and voila!!! There you have it. Actually, he rather enjoyed it.
Of course I can only hope I dosed the right dog. Otherwise my attempts will have been totally pink and thoroughly dismal.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Bragging Rights
I had no idea the Nebraska State fair offered so much gourmet food. Did you know you can get cheese-on-a-stick, pizza-on-a-stick, pork chops-on-a-stick, corn dogs-on-a-stick, bread-on-a-stick, deep fried peaches-on-a-stick, deep fried Twinkies-on-stick, corn on the cob-on-a-stick. We figured the only thing they don't offer on a stick is shish-ka-bob. The kabobs, no doubt, come on a plate. We don't actually have verification on that though. You can also get a hot beef sundae too, which is actually mashed potatos with beef and gravy. It's either clever marketing, or a last ditch effort to give the food-on-a-stick some decent competition.
Speaking of competition. Decoy competed in the finals for Dock Dog Competition today. He competed an the amateur level. His first two jumps today yielded 17'2" and 16'2". That placed him in 3rd going into the last round. His second two jumps were even better 17'3" and 17'10". Not too shabby! The winning jump was just over 20 in his division. But we were delighted with second. Pretty darned cool. Decoy might compete again next weekend, although dove season opens Monday, so definitely a conflict of interest.
So yes, I'm bragging. not about being a Nebraskan, or about the food-on-a-stick, but about a handsome black lab named Decoy.
Speaking of competition. Decoy competed in the finals for Dock Dog Competition today. He competed an the amateur level. His first two jumps today yielded 17'2" and 16'2". That placed him in 3rd going into the last round. His second two jumps were even better 17'3" and 17'10". Not too shabby! The winning jump was just over 20 in his division. But we were delighted with second. Pretty darned cool. Decoy might compete again next weekend, although dove season opens Monday, so definitely a conflict of interest.
So yes, I'm bragging. not about being a Nebraskan, or about the food-on-a-stick, but about a handsome black lab named Decoy.
Random Dog Thots - Jumping Off and Starting Over
This weekend my grandlab is participating in a DockDog competition. Talk about a lab-driven event. I can't tell you how much it makes me want another yellow lab. Well, I could, but we don't have all day. Suffice it to say, I miss my Abby-girl. But, I digress.
Decoy's best jump in the preliminary wave was 16' 2". Impressive compared to the dogs jumping 9-10'. Not so impressive compared to the labs jumping 20-22'. He goes back today for finals.
The best part was another competitor taking time to give my son feedback on Decoy's jumping. He noted Decoy's stride and where he was launching himself from the dock. His suggestion was to move his starting place up a couple feet so that his last stride is at the very end of the dock. In practice, this was giving him more distance! It was one of those, duh!!! Why didn't we think of that things. But that is one of the things I love about dog people. Their willingness to share their knowledge.
On another note, I have to commend a neighbor of mine for re homing their dog. They got a puppy not quite a year ago. I had my doubts when they adopted because they have 3 young kids. Not that families can't, or shouldn't adopt puppies, but knowing how much work puppies and babies can take I admit to questioning their sanity. Felix was getting his minimum requirements met. At least these owners recognized that and made other arrangements. Sometimes life requires us to make tough decisions. Sometimes what seemed right at the time needs reconsidering. I'm glad they took time to find Felix a new home, and I wish him all kinds of happiness there.
Decoy's best jump in the preliminary wave was 16' 2". Impressive compared to the dogs jumping 9-10'. Not so impressive compared to the labs jumping 20-22'. He goes back today for finals.
The best part was another competitor taking time to give my son feedback on Decoy's jumping. He noted Decoy's stride and where he was launching himself from the dock. His suggestion was to move his starting place up a couple feet so that his last stride is at the very end of the dock. In practice, this was giving him more distance! It was one of those, duh!!! Why didn't we think of that things. But that is one of the things I love about dog people. Their willingness to share their knowledge.
On another note, I have to commend a neighbor of mine for re homing their dog. They got a puppy not quite a year ago. I had my doubts when they adopted because they have 3 young kids. Not that families can't, or shouldn't adopt puppies, but knowing how much work puppies and babies can take I admit to questioning their sanity. Felix was getting his minimum requirements met. At least these owners recognized that and made other arrangements. Sometimes life requires us to make tough decisions. Sometimes what seemed right at the time needs reconsidering. I'm glad they took time to find Felix a new home, and I wish him all kinds of happiness there.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Cul De Sac
I live on a small Cul De Sac. Or, a circle, if you will. When I moved in there 8 years ago the neighbors were awesome. We looked out for each other, chatted often, shared meals. It was what a good neighborhood should be. One by one, those neighbors moved away, leaving me to be the resident who's live there longest.
The newer neighbors are young adults, with young children. They felt threatened by our doberman and even though she was contained in our yard, I came to be the odd man out in the neighborhood. More than once they called animal control on me, trying their best to make trouble for us. Granted she was a difficult dog. Those who took the time to get to know her made a friend for life, most never got past her protective demeanor. Breed prejudice can be an ugly thing. And yet, I understand their desire to protect their kids from this perceived threat. I imagine they call the me the crazy dog lady and all manner of other names. Even though our dobe has crossed the bridge they rarely speak to me. It's been fairly lonely in the circle because of this.
A new neighbor, who doesn't have kids, recently got a German Shepard puppy. They've lived on the circle for over a year and have done little more than an occasional wave to me. Because I have multiple dogs, and she has a new puppy (and lots of questions!) I actually had someone in the "hood" seek me out to visit. She crossed more than the street when she came over to talk to me. I don't know if she realized this, but I did, and I was so excited. It's nice to have a friend in the circle again.
Today I took Sidney over to visit her puppy, and they had a brief play date. Sid loved the chance to run like a wild child in their back yard. Penny, the 14 wk old puppy was less exuberant than Sid, but them perhaps Penny isn't part spaz. We talked dogs, butterflies and flowers. She sent me home with some blossoms from her butterfly bush after I told her about Sidney being my "Butterfly Boy".
I'm still smiling about this. That someone gave me flowers, that Sidney got to run and play, that I've become less the neighborhood menace, and more a neighbor and friend.
The newer neighbors are young adults, with young children. They felt threatened by our doberman and even though she was contained in our yard, I came to be the odd man out in the neighborhood. More than once they called animal control on me, trying their best to make trouble for us. Granted she was a difficult dog. Those who took the time to get to know her made a friend for life, most never got past her protective demeanor. Breed prejudice can be an ugly thing. And yet, I understand their desire to protect their kids from this perceived threat. I imagine they call the me the crazy dog lady and all manner of other names. Even though our dobe has crossed the bridge they rarely speak to me. It's been fairly lonely in the circle because of this.
A new neighbor, who doesn't have kids, recently got a German Shepard puppy. They've lived on the circle for over a year and have done little more than an occasional wave to me. Because I have multiple dogs, and she has a new puppy (and lots of questions!) I actually had someone in the "hood" seek me out to visit. She crossed more than the street when she came over to talk to me. I don't know if she realized this, but I did, and I was so excited. It's nice to have a friend in the circle again.
Today I took Sidney over to visit her puppy, and they had a brief play date. Sid loved the chance to run like a wild child in their back yard. Penny, the 14 wk old puppy was less exuberant than Sid, but them perhaps Penny isn't part spaz. We talked dogs, butterflies and flowers. She sent me home with some blossoms from her butterfly bush after I told her about Sidney being my "Butterfly Boy".
I'm still smiling about this. That someone gave me flowers, that Sidney got to run and play, that I've become less the neighborhood menace, and more a neighbor and friend.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Photogenic
Sidney's mug shots from when he was in the shelter reveal that he is not the most photogenic dog on earth. In fact, we had a bet if he was even pure bred or not. Naturally, I won this bet, because I had absolute faith in our Incoming Dog Coordinators and Board. Said bet has not been paid up, but I'm sure it's only a matter of time.
Back to Sidney, he is way cuter than his photo's suggest. Couple that with my pathetic photography skills, and he has a distinct handicap. I worry he'll be like the wall flower at the prom. Last to be asked to dance into a forever home.
He has the most adorable pigment spot on his schnozzle. But getting a picture of that is like asking a hummingbird to pause mid-flight. I'm working on better photo's. His mug shots are on his profile. They show a scared, shy dog squinting in the bright light of day, hunkered down a little, ready to bolt if necessary.
I need pictures that show his spirit leaping after butterflies and his heart so full of warm fuzzies that his tail about wags off. I also need to figure out point and click photography. My shutter is not nearly fast enough for these pointers of ours. Now, if I was shooting photo's of a tortoise, you'd think I was a professional.
He may just be a sleeper, and his pic's may never do him justice. In that case, you'll just have to meet him to fall for him. I believe I have.
Sidney's profile can be seen at: www.pointerrescue.org
Back to Sidney, he is way cuter than his photo's suggest. Couple that with my pathetic photography skills, and he has a distinct handicap. I worry he'll be like the wall flower at the prom. Last to be asked to dance into a forever home.
He has the most adorable pigment spot on his schnozzle. But getting a picture of that is like asking a hummingbird to pause mid-flight. I'm working on better photo's. His mug shots are on his profile. They show a scared, shy dog squinting in the bright light of day, hunkered down a little, ready to bolt if necessary.
I need pictures that show his spirit leaping after butterflies and his heart so full of warm fuzzies that his tail about wags off. I also need to figure out point and click photography. My shutter is not nearly fast enough for these pointers of ours. Now, if I was shooting photo's of a tortoise, you'd think I was a professional.
He may just be a sleeper, and his pic's may never do him justice. In that case, you'll just have to meet him to fall for him. I believe I have.
Sidney's profile can be seen at: www.pointerrescue.org
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Silly Sid
If Sidney had a bumper sticker it would say: "Warning - I Leap For Butterflies". I've taken to calling him butterfly boy because he's such a spaz about them. He'll be running across the yard and make a random leap after a moth or butterfly as it enters his field of vision. If you didn't see the butterfly you'd think there were bats in his belfry.
The other silly thing he does is when he squats to go potty. You would think he was going to drop and give you five - push ups that is. Funny how many styles there are for peeing. We have the traditional leg lifters, we had one who did the 3 legged squat (not because she only had 3 legs either), one who pee's on the back of his front legs every single time, and one who drops and gives you pee. Such talent, I know.
You gotta love a dog who jumps for joy and other flying insects. I think the lesson here is one should never be too composed. I think that's good advice for all of us.
The other silly thing he does is when he squats to go potty. You would think he was going to drop and give you five - push ups that is. Funny how many styles there are for peeing. We have the traditional leg lifters, we had one who did the 3 legged squat (not because she only had 3 legs either), one who pee's on the back of his front legs every single time, and one who drops and gives you pee. Such talent, I know.
You gotta love a dog who jumps for joy and other flying insects. I think the lesson here is one should never be too composed. I think that's good advice for all of us.
Men Stuff
Just a few words about men.
Some of the things I admire about men are the exact same things that drive me nuts about them. I believe the words testosterone and testicles begin with the word "test" to warn women at their patience is going to be tested to the max. I believe they are born hearing impaired and female challenged. I believe they are gentle, kind people until you get them behind the steering wheel - then all hell breaks loose. I am amazed that they can 'forget' important birth dates and anniversaries and yet remember random ancient sports statistics. How can they be so in tune to the chick with the hooters across the street and totally oblivious to the woman (who may also have great hooters) at their side?
Don't get me wrong. I'm not bashing here. Just pondering the peculiarities of the opposite sex. I have sons, brothers, a significant other, and an ex husband. Can I honestly say I understand them - I don't think so.
I admire how they can totally focus on one task as the rest of the house falls apart around them. I love how willing they are to come to the rescue, which may not have been necessary if they'd have been listening to us in the first place. But, better late then never.
I am baffled at how the "C" word freaks them, how a De Beers ad frightens them and how getting them to purchase tampons is like asking them for a limb. How can they be so 'visual' and see so little at the very same time?
These are our hero's, our pillars of strength, our spouses, our best friends, our Dad's, our son's. These are the macho men. And yet, sometimes they are a mystery to me.
Try as I may to ask them to explain themselves, it just doesn't happen. They are thinking beings, who profess to not thinking about anything when we ask what they are thinking.
They are what they are. All confusion aside - we love them. Because of course we know throttling them is not a viable option.
****the above blog was written about men in general - any likeness you might see of yourself is dumb luck and not to be taken personally.
Some of the things I admire about men are the exact same things that drive me nuts about them. I believe the words testosterone and testicles begin with the word "test" to warn women at their patience is going to be tested to the max. I believe they are born hearing impaired and female challenged. I believe they are gentle, kind people until you get them behind the steering wheel - then all hell breaks loose. I am amazed that they can 'forget' important birth dates and anniversaries and yet remember random ancient sports statistics. How can they be so in tune to the chick with the hooters across the street and totally oblivious to the woman (who may also have great hooters) at their side?
Don't get me wrong. I'm not bashing here. Just pondering the peculiarities of the opposite sex. I have sons, brothers, a significant other, and an ex husband. Can I honestly say I understand them - I don't think so.
I admire how they can totally focus on one task as the rest of the house falls apart around them. I love how willing they are to come to the rescue, which may not have been necessary if they'd have been listening to us in the first place. But, better late then never.
I am baffled at how the "C" word freaks them, how a De Beers ad frightens them and how getting them to purchase tampons is like asking them for a limb. How can they be so 'visual' and see so little at the very same time?
These are our hero's, our pillars of strength, our spouses, our best friends, our Dad's, our son's. These are the macho men. And yet, sometimes they are a mystery to me.
Try as I may to ask them to explain themselves, it just doesn't happen. They are thinking beings, who profess to not thinking about anything when we ask what they are thinking.
They are what they are. All confusion aside - we love them. Because of course we know throttling them is not a viable option.
****the above blog was written about men in general - any likeness you might see of yourself is dumb luck and not to be taken personally.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Thank You Daddy
When it comes to words that can melt a heart I imagine thank you Daddy is one of them.
Reno's kids visited us last week. Nothing could have made him happier. I admit to being spoiled, my kids have always lived in the same town as I have. His time with them last week was nothing short of sacred.
For kids who live on the west Coast, the allure of a week in Nebraska had to be rather lacking in just that, allure. At that same age, I probably would have felt the same way. Being much older, and having lost my Father years ago, I envied them time with dear 'ol Dad. It was precious time, and hopefully some day they will understand what it meant to him. Perhaps they do already.
It was an honor to have his kids here, and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I wanted it to be perfect for them in every single aspect. Of course, it wasn't, but that's life. It's messy, sometimes smelly, funny, tiring, uncomfortable, enjoyable, peaceful and so much more. It changes from moment-to-moment.
I know he misses them as much as he loves them. Which makes him the kind of Dad he is. When they aren't here the conversation is often about them. We think of them so often, pray for them, hope for them, worry about them.
I hope the memories made last week will be treasured wherever life takes them. And I hope life takes them here often, and us there often. They complete his heart, and distance cannot change that.
Anything that starts and ends with Daddy - is music to his ears. Even if it's Daddy I need some money, or Daddy I have a problem. These kids make this Daddy whole and I thank them from the bottom of my heart for that.
Reno's kids visited us last week. Nothing could have made him happier. I admit to being spoiled, my kids have always lived in the same town as I have. His time with them last week was nothing short of sacred.
For kids who live on the west Coast, the allure of a week in Nebraska had to be rather lacking in just that, allure. At that same age, I probably would have felt the same way. Being much older, and having lost my Father years ago, I envied them time with dear 'ol Dad. It was precious time, and hopefully some day they will understand what it meant to him. Perhaps they do already.
It was an honor to have his kids here, and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I wanted it to be perfect for them in every single aspect. Of course, it wasn't, but that's life. It's messy, sometimes smelly, funny, tiring, uncomfortable, enjoyable, peaceful and so much more. It changes from moment-to-moment.
I know he misses them as much as he loves them. Which makes him the kind of Dad he is. When they aren't here the conversation is often about them. We think of them so often, pray for them, hope for them, worry about them.
I hope the memories made last week will be treasured wherever life takes them. And I hope life takes them here often, and us there often. They complete his heart, and distance cannot change that.
Anything that starts and ends with Daddy - is music to his ears. Even if it's Daddy I need some money, or Daddy I have a problem. These kids make this Daddy whole and I thank them from the bottom of my heart for that.
Warning - Cleaning Is Not All It's Cracked Up to Be
Either I am getting older, or cleaning is becoming more dangerous. I'm giving you fair warning of this so you can protect yourself.
Now, there are some of you who will fall off your chairs at the thought of me cleaning anything. Reno will testify that while it is a rare occurrence, it does happen sometimes. Knowing this, place your bets accordingly.
I was cleaning carpet stains yesterday (thanks to two sick dogs) and managed to pull, tear, mangle, injure some unknown muscle, tendon, tissue in my hip. I know, a better person would never even mention this happened. But dang it, it hurt when it happened, and it still hurts now. This is exactly why I leave cleaning to the professionals. Some risks are worth the effort involved, but I don't think this is one of them.
Or maybe my age is catching up with me. I do have one of those significant birthdays coming up this month. That said, if I never really was much of a cleaning person, can I really officially retire from it?
Personally, knowing my feelings on cleaning, and my propensity for hurting myself while cleaning, one would think the dogs would make their messes outside. That would be the courteous thing to do for dear old Mom.
Not like that will happen. Just as it's not likely I will assume the cleaning position again soon. It's just too risky for someone like me.
Now, there are some of you who will fall off your chairs at the thought of me cleaning anything. Reno will testify that while it is a rare occurrence, it does happen sometimes. Knowing this, place your bets accordingly.
I was cleaning carpet stains yesterday (thanks to two sick dogs) and managed to pull, tear, mangle, injure some unknown muscle, tendon, tissue in my hip. I know, a better person would never even mention this happened. But dang it, it hurt when it happened, and it still hurts now. This is exactly why I leave cleaning to the professionals. Some risks are worth the effort involved, but I don't think this is one of them.
Or maybe my age is catching up with me. I do have one of those significant birthdays coming up this month. That said, if I never really was much of a cleaning person, can I really officially retire from it?
Personally, knowing my feelings on cleaning, and my propensity for hurting myself while cleaning, one would think the dogs would make their messes outside. That would be the courteous thing to do for dear old Mom.
Not like that will happen. Just as it's not likely I will assume the cleaning position again soon. It's just too risky for someone like me.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Company
You know how when company is visiting, or family, or friends for that matter.......you want everything to go perfect? You know, just as I do, perfect doesn't happen. Especially not in a multi dog family.
I wanted Reno's kids to see that I am not totally a crazy dog lady. That my dogs are well mannered (sometimes), fun (most the time) and challenge free (here is where my delusions kick in).
We got through most the week looking normal and on top of things. True, we had Kobe's health issue in the beginning, but that passed without much fuss. Well, I fussed some, but everyone else took it in stride. Yesterday, however, we woke to a large dietary indiscretion in the front room - where one of our guests, was sleeping away like a baby. It was not pretty, and most odoriferous. Freakin smelly actually. Thank God teenagers can sleep through anything. Last evening, when we got home we discovered a repeat occurrence. Any hopes of doggy decorum went right down the tubes. The digestional tubes that is. Let me give you a visual. Teenagers gagging, tempers flaring, us trying 99 different ways to deodorize the house.
This morning brought Kobe vomiting. Oh joy, someone pass the rags and the Nature's Miracle. The last vestiges of my hope for a non-traumatic, dogs are great visit just up chucked in the hallway.
So maybe my expectations where not in line with my reality. I felt awful about the mess and the smell and the hassle. I dread the thought of them taking these doggy tales home and spreading them like some wet puddle of ---- well, you know what I mean. Still, those things are beyond my control.
Thank God for girlfriends, for one of them put all my stress over the mess and smell into a wonderful perspective. She said......."If dogs weren't stinky and messy and had accidents sometimes, there would be a whole lot less dogs abused, neglected, and abandoned...and people like you wouldn't need to open their homes to rescue them. It's something many people would not be able to do and it's one of the things that makes you such an incredible person. When people walk in, they don't smell stinkiness, they smell hope ;o)".
Who knew hope had so much fragrance!
I wanted Reno's kids to see that I am not totally a crazy dog lady. That my dogs are well mannered (sometimes), fun (most the time) and challenge free (here is where my delusions kick in).
We got through most the week looking normal and on top of things. True, we had Kobe's health issue in the beginning, but that passed without much fuss. Well, I fussed some, but everyone else took it in stride. Yesterday, however, we woke to a large dietary indiscretion in the front room - where one of our guests, was sleeping away like a baby. It was not pretty, and most odoriferous. Freakin smelly actually. Thank God teenagers can sleep through anything. Last evening, when we got home we discovered a repeat occurrence. Any hopes of doggy decorum went right down the tubes. The digestional tubes that is. Let me give you a visual. Teenagers gagging, tempers flaring, us trying 99 different ways to deodorize the house.
This morning brought Kobe vomiting. Oh joy, someone pass the rags and the Nature's Miracle. The last vestiges of my hope for a non-traumatic, dogs are great visit just up chucked in the hallway.
So maybe my expectations where not in line with my reality. I felt awful about the mess and the smell and the hassle. I dread the thought of them taking these doggy tales home and spreading them like some wet puddle of ---- well, you know what I mean. Still, those things are beyond my control.
Thank God for girlfriends, for one of them put all my stress over the mess and smell into a wonderful perspective. She said......."If dogs weren't stinky and messy and had accidents sometimes, there would be a whole lot less dogs abused, neglected, and abandoned...and people like you wouldn't need to open their homes to rescue them. It's something many people would not be able to do and it's one of the things that makes you such an incredible person. When people walk in, they don't smell stinkiness, they smell hope ;o)".
Who knew hope had so much fragrance!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Sidney Update
Three weeks ago we literally pulled this scared pointer pup off the wing of an air plane and into foster care. At first everything terrified him. I'm so proud of the progress he's made.
He kennels up, mostly on his own, with treats as motivation. He knows socks and undies are verboten, and most the time will leave them alone. Sometimes the urge gets the better of him and he makes a run for it with one. He's learned to maneuver the zip line with a minimum of half-in half-out double twisting front flips. He knows what "no" means, and knows that "NO!!" means Mom is serious and someone named Sidney is in deep doo-doo.
His coat is softening up and beginning to shine. Yea Sidney. His skin looks good and the areas that had infections from putrid living conditions have healed. Yea Sidney.
He still needs to work on manners. I've never seen a dog so reluctant to put his butt down in a sit position. I've delivered children with more ease than he sits. He loves the toys and plays well by himself. Leash manners are still on the list of to-do's, as is fence training. All in due time.
I believe his two fellow pointer shelter mates are being moved this weekend from Oklahoma to foster care in Maine. You have to love that.
Sidney is a survivor, and a stud muffin, and a pumpkin head, all wrapped up in a lemon and white coat. Somewhere out there is a home just waiting for him, and they will be lucky to call him their own.
In the mean time, he's taking the accelerated course in being a happy dog. Happy inside and out, happy to be loved, happy to be alive.
He kennels up, mostly on his own, with treats as motivation. He knows socks and undies are verboten, and most the time will leave them alone. Sometimes the urge gets the better of him and he makes a run for it with one. He's learned to maneuver the zip line with a minimum of half-in half-out double twisting front flips. He knows what "no" means, and knows that "NO!!" means Mom is serious and someone named Sidney is in deep doo-doo.
His coat is softening up and beginning to shine. Yea Sidney. His skin looks good and the areas that had infections from putrid living conditions have healed. Yea Sidney.
He still needs to work on manners. I've never seen a dog so reluctant to put his butt down in a sit position. I've delivered children with more ease than he sits. He loves the toys and plays well by himself. Leash manners are still on the list of to-do's, as is fence training. All in due time.
I believe his two fellow pointer shelter mates are being moved this weekend from Oklahoma to foster care in Maine. You have to love that.
Sidney is a survivor, and a stud muffin, and a pumpkin head, all wrapped up in a lemon and white coat. Somewhere out there is a home just waiting for him, and they will be lucky to call him their own.
In the mean time, he's taking the accelerated course in being a happy dog. Happy inside and out, happy to be loved, happy to be alive.
Friday, August 15, 2008
A Displaced Prince
We have company in town and have a displaced Prince Kobe because of it.
Guess I forgot to warn him that "his" bedroom also doubles as the guest bedroom. Hmmm, he is completely befuddled due to these circumstances. Someone has been sleeping in his bed, eating his porridge and sitting in his chair. Poor dude.
In exchange he's getting loved up on by our company, so while he's had to give up a little, he's also gotten a lot in return. He's learning, or is he the one who has taught us, there are trade offs. Trade offs in life and every other life situation.
There are other good places for an old boy to nap, but I bet his misses his bed. Before long, in fact, way too soon, our out-of-town kids will be gone. Kobe will have his bed back, and the house will be way too quiet.
There is nothing better than being with your kids. If you have to give up your bed for a little bit, so be it. That's what we do. We give a little, sacrifice a little (sometimes a lot), we bend some, we extend ourselves.
Kobe knows, as I do too, by giving up a little, you get a heart full of warm fuzzies.
Guess I forgot to warn him that "his" bedroom also doubles as the guest bedroom. Hmmm, he is completely befuddled due to these circumstances. Someone has been sleeping in his bed, eating his porridge and sitting in his chair. Poor dude.
In exchange he's getting loved up on by our company, so while he's had to give up a little, he's also gotten a lot in return. He's learning, or is he the one who has taught us, there are trade offs. Trade offs in life and every other life situation.
There are other good places for an old boy to nap, but I bet his misses his bed. Before long, in fact, way too soon, our out-of-town kids will be gone. Kobe will have his bed back, and the house will be way too quiet.
There is nothing better than being with your kids. If you have to give up your bed for a little bit, so be it. That's what we do. We give a little, sacrifice a little (sometimes a lot), we bend some, we extend ourselves.
Kobe knows, as I do too, by giving up a little, you get a heart full of warm fuzzies.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Prices
I was noticing something interesting. First of all, gas was down all the way to $3.45 per gallon, and I was pretty excited about that. But then today the price jumped 16 cents. Go figure. Or not, because why strain your brain trying to figure that out.
The other odd thing I noticed, while at our local baseball stadium yesterday, is that the price of a tampon in the ladies room is still 25 cents. It's been that price since I started buying them, and is still that price long after I have a need for them. Either someone purchased a gazillion of them and is still selling at the original price, or no one ever purchases them. Hopefully, I don't jinx the price of tampons by commenting on them. If I do, don't hate me.
Some things are under priced, some are over priced, some prices won't stop escalating, some prices are a steal. Maybe we should stock up on those tampons.
Our pets are certainly one of the priceless things. And our kids are too, but raising them will price us right out of the ballpark. Still we wouldn't trade them for the world.
No price is too much in the form of our love, our time, our talent, our grin-and-bear it for our passions and families. If our love came in gallons, $3.45 a gallon would be a pittance. If our love came with paws it would be in the shape of our pets. No matter what shape it comes in, our love is, you guessed it, priceless.
The other odd thing I noticed, while at our local baseball stadium yesterday, is that the price of a tampon in the ladies room is still 25 cents. It's been that price since I started buying them, and is still that price long after I have a need for them. Either someone purchased a gazillion of them and is still selling at the original price, or no one ever purchases them. Hopefully, I don't jinx the price of tampons by commenting on them. If I do, don't hate me.
Some things are under priced, some are over priced, some prices won't stop escalating, some prices are a steal. Maybe we should stock up on those tampons.
Our pets are certainly one of the priceless things. And our kids are too, but raising them will price us right out of the ballpark. Still we wouldn't trade them for the world.
No price is too much in the form of our love, our time, our talent, our grin-and-bear it for our passions and families. If our love came in gallons, $3.45 a gallon would be a pittance. If our love came with paws it would be in the shape of our pets. No matter what shape it comes in, our love is, you guessed it, priceless.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Who's Watching Me?
If the dogs could tattle on themselves - not likely that will ever happen - they would have a lot to say.
Last night, for example they'd have been ROFL at their counter surfing expedition. Decoy led the brigade, it involved toasted bread and corn on the cob. In my defense, which in retrospect lacks a fair amount of common sense, I did move the bread after the first snatching event. I pushed the bread back, and put the corn in front of it. I was heading upstairs to blog, then would return to finish kitchen clean up. Who would have though they'd eat corn on the cob, or rather corn, cob and all.
And secondly, I left two alert (so I thought), capable (so I thought) adults (strike 3 I'm out) watching them. OK, so maybe poor judgement on my part.
I'm typing away and hear some chewing, but can't identify the exact sound of it. So I get up and go to the stairs. There is Sidney with a small part of a corn cob. I have no doubt the Decoy got it for them. I have to wonder, did they eat across and back, or in circles around it. Either way, consume it they did.
Who got scolded in this scenario? Well, duh, the adults did. Myself included for not keeping an eye on the adults keeping an eye on the dogs. So if the dogs had asked (and maybe they really did) - who's watching me. The answer was no one. They weren't stupid, the coast was clear and corn was on the menu. Proof perhaps, that no one can resist fresh sweet corn.
Last night, for example they'd have been ROFL at their counter surfing expedition. Decoy led the brigade, it involved toasted bread and corn on the cob. In my defense, which in retrospect lacks a fair amount of common sense, I did move the bread after the first snatching event. I pushed the bread back, and put the corn in front of it. I was heading upstairs to blog, then would return to finish kitchen clean up. Who would have though they'd eat corn on the cob, or rather corn, cob and all.
And secondly, I left two alert (so I thought), capable (so I thought) adults (strike 3 I'm out) watching them. OK, so maybe poor judgement on my part.
I'm typing away and hear some chewing, but can't identify the exact sound of it. So I get up and go to the stairs. There is Sidney with a small part of a corn cob. I have no doubt the Decoy got it for them. I have to wonder, did they eat across and back, or in circles around it. Either way, consume it they did.
Who got scolded in this scenario? Well, duh, the adults did. Myself included for not keeping an eye on the adults keeping an eye on the dogs. So if the dogs had asked (and maybe they really did) - who's watching me. The answer was no one. They weren't stupid, the coast was clear and corn was on the menu. Proof perhaps, that no one can resist fresh sweet corn.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
A Feast for the Soul
There is nothing I like better than feeding my children. Tonight I got to feed my kids, some of their friends, and Reno's kids. The two footed children count was seven. The four footed count was up to six. Everywhere you turned were kids we love and dogs we love. Add some good wine, yummy food, chocolate dipped strawberries, lots of laughter and life is good.
I'm happy to report Kobe is like a new dog today. A change in med's made a 100% difference. Still not sure his problem is, possibly a flare up of a degenerating disc. But he's comfortable, which makes me more comfortable.
When it comes to things to be grateful for, old dogs, healthy kids and good food top the list. I love them all, but when it all comes together under one roof it's extra special.
Life is like this, some days we get pieces of what makes our life complete. Other days, like today, it all comes together. Feeding others feeds my soul. It's one of my love languages. Dogs are another love language. Being surrounded with both - perfection.
I'm happy to report Kobe is like a new dog today. A change in med's made a 100% difference. Still not sure his problem is, possibly a flare up of a degenerating disc. But he's comfortable, which makes me more comfortable.
When it comes to things to be grateful for, old dogs, healthy kids and good food top the list. I love them all, but when it all comes together under one roof it's extra special.
Life is like this, some days we get pieces of what makes our life complete. Other days, like today, it all comes together. Feeding others feeds my soul. It's one of my love languages. Dogs are another love language. Being surrounded with both - perfection.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Old Dogs
You can't teach an old dog new tricks. I beg to differ. I've seen that happen and I believe an old dog can teach us new tricks.
My old dog - Kobe - who's age is anyone's guess teaches me things all the time. He's struggling with some health issues. If only they could tell us how they feel in words. Since they don't, I have to read behind the lines.
I know dogs are stoic, they rarely let on to how big a world of hurt they are in. So when they do whimper, or cry, I know it has to be bad. Time is gonna tell with Kobe, whether he's got a simple injury, that will heal with time and rest, or something else going on. We're in that wait and see mode. I suck at wait and see.
I'd do anything for this boy, and yet all I really need to do is keep him comfortable. Comfort and dignity are my mission with him. He is all heart, wrapped in fur, blessed with a gentle spirit. He has no bottom teeth, scars aplenty, arthritis in his front knees that makes me cringe. The instability in his back end puts extra stress on a shakey front end. So while I know his days may be numbered, I know my love for him is not.
Keep this old boy in your prayers please. Bless his achey bones, and his beautiful spirit. And may I know how to best care for him, even if that means letting him go.
My old dog - Kobe - who's age is anyone's guess teaches me things all the time. He's struggling with some health issues. If only they could tell us how they feel in words. Since they don't, I have to read behind the lines.
I know dogs are stoic, they rarely let on to how big a world of hurt they are in. So when they do whimper, or cry, I know it has to be bad. Time is gonna tell with Kobe, whether he's got a simple injury, that will heal with time and rest, or something else going on. We're in that wait and see mode. I suck at wait and see.
I'd do anything for this boy, and yet all I really need to do is keep him comfortable. Comfort and dignity are my mission with him. He is all heart, wrapped in fur, blessed with a gentle spirit. He has no bottom teeth, scars aplenty, arthritis in his front knees that makes me cringe. The instability in his back end puts extra stress on a shakey front end. So while I know his days may be numbered, I know my love for him is not.
Keep this old boy in your prayers please. Bless his achey bones, and his beautiful spirit. And may I know how to best care for him, even if that means letting him go.
Random Dog Thots - Good Dog - Bad Dog
Having a senior dog with health issues tears me up. Kobe is in pain and with his age and issues, keeping him comfortable is my only concern. Still, he is a trooper, and the tail wags for me. I know the time will come when I need to say goodbye and I weep. All I have shared with him has been an honor. I'd be lucky to be half as good a friend as he is, and have even a smidgeon of his heart.
Decoy, the devious, has decided that if we won't get the can of liver treats he'll just do it himself. He waits until his "Dad" leaves for work and then goes to the counter, paws up, and comes into the living room with the can. Helloooo?? Liver treats anyone????
Sidney made his first trip to the dog park this morning. You should have seen him run. What he doesn't score on grace and smoothness, he does score on speed. He has two speeds, run, and OMG I Can Fly!!!!
Mickey - also a hunter, decided his prey was underneath the mulch and the landscape fabric. Major excavation was involved. I didn't realized dogs knew how to dig to China.
Maddie - well, Maddie the ball driven - need I say more. With the company visiting she has more people to throw the ball - it doesn't get any better than that.
So we begin our week with bad dogs and good dogs, and good dogs not doing so well.
Decoy, the devious, has decided that if we won't get the can of liver treats he'll just do it himself. He waits until his "Dad" leaves for work and then goes to the counter, paws up, and comes into the living room with the can. Helloooo?? Liver treats anyone????
Sidney made his first trip to the dog park this morning. You should have seen him run. What he doesn't score on grace and smoothness, he does score on speed. He has two speeds, run, and OMG I Can Fly!!!!
Mickey - also a hunter, decided his prey was underneath the mulch and the landscape fabric. Major excavation was involved. I didn't realized dogs knew how to dig to China.
Maddie - well, Maddie the ball driven - need I say more. With the company visiting she has more people to throw the ball - it doesn't get any better than that.
So we begin our week with bad dogs and good dogs, and good dogs not doing so well.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Sid The Hunter
Sidney joined us as a foster dog just two weeks ago. I never cease to be amazed at how fast we (humans and animals) can learn when the situation blesses us in all manners. Granted, trials can be blessings in disguise.
Sidney's disguise was a cape of timidity. He was afraid of nearly everything. Noises, doors, leashes, treats.....you name it, he was suspicious of it. He has turned almost full circle in two weeks, or would that be 6 circles? He'd have to be a traditional 3 circles before he lays down kinda dog to do that. And basically, we're still learning what kind of dog he is. Basically, I think he is learning that very same thing.
He is a hunter, perhaps naturally so because he's a pointer. But I think he's got special skills. He tried to track the path of a butterfly today. I was impressed, that's not easy to do. Luckily, for the butterfly, he was on a 10 foot lead, so the butterfly got to simply flutter by. He's scoped out where the rabbits usually lay and points, he watches for the squirrels. He is being a dog in a joyful kind of way. Luckily, tonight when I went to take him out on lead, I hooked up Kobe, my senior lemon and white pointer instead of Sid. I opened the door and whoosh - out they went. In a panic I went for help then running to find Sid the Hunter. Thankfully, he was locked on point at the edge of the yard. Phfewwww!!
The irony, of this is that volunteers hunted for 9 months to find him a way out of a horrible shelter in Western Oklahoma. It seems fitting that their hunt for a second chance for Sidney would yield a happy hunter.
Whether he ever makes it out in the field to hunt matters not. He hunts because his instincts tell him too. And gratefully, he's opening up enough to be his best self. Seeing him point, hunt, simply play and soak up the attention is all one could hope for.
Was a time he was Timid Sid, now he's growing into a Sid the Hunter. Good growth for a shy Okie Boy if I do say so myself.
Sidney's disguise was a cape of timidity. He was afraid of nearly everything. Noises, doors, leashes, treats.....you name it, he was suspicious of it. He has turned almost full circle in two weeks, or would that be 6 circles? He'd have to be a traditional 3 circles before he lays down kinda dog to do that. And basically, we're still learning what kind of dog he is. Basically, I think he is learning that very same thing.
He is a hunter, perhaps naturally so because he's a pointer. But I think he's got special skills. He tried to track the path of a butterfly today. I was impressed, that's not easy to do. Luckily, for the butterfly, he was on a 10 foot lead, so the butterfly got to simply flutter by. He's scoped out where the rabbits usually lay and points, he watches for the squirrels. He is being a dog in a joyful kind of way. Luckily, tonight when I went to take him out on lead, I hooked up Kobe, my senior lemon and white pointer instead of Sid. I opened the door and whoosh - out they went. In a panic I went for help then running to find Sid the Hunter. Thankfully, he was locked on point at the edge of the yard. Phfewwww!!
The irony, of this is that volunteers hunted for 9 months to find him a way out of a horrible shelter in Western Oklahoma. It seems fitting that their hunt for a second chance for Sidney would yield a happy hunter.
Whether he ever makes it out in the field to hunt matters not. He hunts because his instincts tell him too. And gratefully, he's opening up enough to be his best self. Seeing him point, hunt, simply play and soak up the attention is all one could hope for.
Was a time he was Timid Sid, now he's growing into a Sid the Hunter. Good growth for a shy Okie Boy if I do say so myself.
Crossing Over To the Blog Side
I have blogged in a small pond, so to speak. On a free forums site, and with an email list of friends who enjoy hearing about my life and the dogs who entertain me. I'm crossing over.
Will it make a difference in my blogs, maybe, maybe not. There is a possibility I'll reach a larger audience, but that is not why I write. I write because the words seem to come and I can only imagine the big guy upstairs wants me to share my gifts.
What I know most is my dogs, and my kids. At present there are five dogs in residence. Ten years ago, I had no dogs and very little experience with them. Thanks to a divorce and a yellow lab named Abby, I am where I am today.
House dogs include - two English pointers (Kobe and Mickey), and English springer spaniel (Maddie) our foster dog (Sidney - also an English pointer), and my son's lab (Decoy).
You know that saying life is not measured by the breaths we take......but rather by the moments that take our breath away (apologies to the author of that quote for not remembering it word for word). My life is measured in dogs and their delightful happenstance. It is measured in the comfort and joy of a doggy-dog world. It is seasoned with their antics, their optimism, their sense of being in the moment. It is about loving and letting go, and learning.
That said, every day we cross over. To a new chance to blog, to live, to laugh, to love.
Will it make a difference in my blogs, maybe, maybe not. There is a possibility I'll reach a larger audience, but that is not why I write. I write because the words seem to come and I can only imagine the big guy upstairs wants me to share my gifts.
What I know most is my dogs, and my kids. At present there are five dogs in residence. Ten years ago, I had no dogs and very little experience with them. Thanks to a divorce and a yellow lab named Abby, I am where I am today.
House dogs include - two English pointers (Kobe and Mickey), and English springer spaniel (Maddie) our foster dog (Sidney - also an English pointer), and my son's lab (Decoy).
You know that saying life is not measured by the breaths we take......but rather by the moments that take our breath away (apologies to the author of that quote for not remembering it word for word). My life is measured in dogs and their delightful happenstance. It is measured in the comfort and joy of a doggy-dog world. It is seasoned with their antics, their optimism, their sense of being in the moment. It is about loving and letting go, and learning.
That said, every day we cross over. To a new chance to blog, to live, to laugh, to love.
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