Monthly Archives: September 2008
In the tradition of my Thankful Thursday posts, I am starting a new trend – Wishful Wednesday. Hopefully this new theme will keep me occupied for a while. I have so many wishes and so little time to list them all
But this week it’s easy – I wish that I could take a super fast flight or train to get to the dog show. As it is, the drive is something like 6.5 hours, which is basically a full day. UGH! Work in potty breaks (for the dogs and I) and gas breaks (for the car, not me) and it makes for a long day (or evening). If the show goes late on Sunday, I run into the issue of having to drive home in the dark, in relatively heavy traffic. That thought is less than thrilling. Okay, less than acceptable, really.
What do you wish for this Wednesday?
Is back! Nope, it’s not Heroes, the cult favourite. It’s not even Prison Break, although I will never complain about new episodes of that show. Heck, it’s not even House, although that show is a very close second. It’s NCIS – Naval Criminal Investigative Services. If you’ve never watched Mark Harmon crinkle just the corners of his eyes as he’s pondering something, you have not fully lived! He may be old enough to be my father, but he is still sexy.
Now, imagine my disappointment at finding out that the only time this episode is being aired is tonight at 9:00pm. That doesn’t seem that late, but I’m tired. The days are getting shorter, and the darkness is just sucking the energy out of me. We’re running mad at work on this audit, and I’m trying to get my homework sheets done for the Rally course I’ll be teaching in just over a week. It’s a lot to do in a short amount of time. So I like to be in bed, with the lights out before 10:00pm.
But for Mark Harmon and his fabulous crew, I will make an exception. I will keep my peepers open, and pay rapt attention. The season finale was a bit of a cliffhanger, and I need to know that everything will okay. I hope everyone is enjoying the premieres of their favourite shows!
So, after a relatively long dog show drought (a couple of months, which seems endless for addicts like me), I am doing another dog show, just two weeks after the last one. This one is in Lloydminster, which is on the border between Alberta and Saskatchewan. I didn’t think it was a very long drive, but I’ve been told it’s longer than I think, so I have taken a day off work to accomodate the travel time. Not the ideal plan for me, given that I only have 10 hours of vacation left to get me through Christmas, but what can you do?
Anyhow, I spent yesterday grooming up a storm, to ensure the dogs are ready. Granted, their trims have held up fairly well since the last show (only a week ago and a day or two), but there’s always touch-up work to be done. And since Grace was dirty (she’s like Pigpen from Charlie Brown, I swear!), I bathed her. Dried her and made her look lovely.
Imagine my dismay when I opened the door to the smell of poop. First of all, regardless of what I have planned for the day, week or month, that’s a crappy way to come home (yes, pun intended!). But less than 24 hours after spending ages bathing and blowdrying my dog, I knew Murphy’s Law had reigned and it HAD to be her that was dirty. I was right. Now, they share a wire crate large enough to house a Great Dane, so both dogs were icky, but Grace was just disgusting. Lucky me. In the 30 minutes since I’ve gotten home, I have washed the crate pan, started laundry and washed the back end of an otherwise clean dog. She’s had Kaopectate, and I sure hope this diarrhea gets under control soon!
Anyhow, that has been my Monday adventure thus far. I hope your week started off better. Oh, and happy birthday to Benny-Wenny-Poopy Yucky! I know you love the nickname, so . . . enjoy!
It’s been a long time since I’ve done a Thankful Thursday post. I kind of ran out of steam, and lost ideas for things to be thankful for that don’t sound trite or over-used. I’m thankful for all of the usual things – friends, family, my health, etc. But there are all kinds of little things I’m thankful for too. I’m thankful for the weather at this time of year. While the Deep South is still hotter than heck, our temperatures are in the more moderate range, which means that we can be outside a lot more. The dogs are enjoying their walks, and even though the mornings are brisk, afternoons are almost perfect.
TV is back on – all of the season premieres are taking place, and those year-end cliffhangers are being resolved. It’s a guilty pleasure, but I’m very happy that Prison Break, House, NCIS, The Office and all of the other shows are back on the air.
It’s United Way fundraising time at work, which means silent auctions, pizza days, and other fun fundraisers. If I’m going to donate money, I enjoy being given the opportunity to do it in a fun way. And fun it is!
If you have a moment, think about some things that you’re thankful for today.
Over the past couple of weeks, the weather has turned to fall weather here in Northern Alberta. We have woken up to frost a couple of times, and the leaves are changing colour and falling off the trees. Hopefully we don’t have any super windy days over the next week or two, otherwise our trees will be naked!
Most days it still warms up as the sun comes out, but today it was cool. Very fall-like, which I must admit, I’m not totally ready for. Brrrrr! I am wavering between continuing to wear my fall jacket or breaking out the winter coat. It’s only September! I was hoping we might have a nice Indian summer before the cold weather really sets in. The dogs, on the other hand, are loving it. Well, except for Farley, whose joints stiffen in cooler temps. Grace and Jack are truly enjoying the cooler weather, and positively frolick during their walks. It would be cute to watch if I didn’t have blue lips and a cold nose
Okay, so in a few weeks, I’ll really have a reason to whine, when temperatures are down below zero on a daily basis. This will seem positively tropical. But for now, in my small world, it is just too darned cold!
Well, today wasn’t Gracie’s day at the dog show . . . from all reports she showed well for her handler, and was groomed very nicely, but the dog that beat her just looked better. I don’t have an issue losing to a nice dog . . . although it does hurt to have her lose when I’m paying for the handler. But that’s dog shows . . . tomorrow is another day!
The wonderful news is that Grace went for her hip x-rays today, to ensure that she doesn’t have hip dysplasia. The films will get sent to OFA (Orthopedic Foundation for Animals), and they will give her a rating. The vet that did the x-rays said that they should get a good rating, so I’m happy with that. They checked her knees as well (this is a manual test) and they’re in perfect shape. So on that front, all is well. With her good eyes and these tests, she should be set for a breeding next year, assuming she stays healthy and I can find a good boyfriend for her.
Keep your fingers crossed that she does well tomorrow, and that both her and Jack do well on Sunday
I don’t know why, because I’ve been to tons of dog shows, but this weekend’s dog show has my nerves a-jitter. I suppose it’s because for the first time ever, one of my dogs is going to be shown by a professional handler. Grace has been down visiting her favourite Aunty for the past week, and now she’s with her handler. I have never sent my dogs with anybody else, because I don’t like the feeling of not being in control. I’m going to be sitting at work tomorrow, nervous as all get out. And then again on Saturday – well, I won’t be at work, but I’ll be in the car, waiting for that fateful text message or phone call.
It will culminate on Sunday. Sunday marks Jack-Jack’s debut in the ring. I’m not sure he’s totally ready, but I’m only attending 2 shows this fall, so I didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to show him as a puppy. He’s still fairly shy, but I’m hoping that me being with him in the ring will help.
I most likely won’t post blog updates until Monday now . . . I have to prepare tomorrow night (pack, etc) and then I won’t have tons of time while in Edmonton. Wish us luck!
Today my best friend called me to tell me that she’d bought her first book on “tape” through iTunes. I’m so proud, because I know she is coming into the 21st century whether she likes it or not. But that’s not the part of the conversation that resonated with me.
She told me that I had taught her what real friendship is about. I thanked her and reciprocated, and proceeded to tell her that she is stuck with me for life, whether she likes it or not. But well after hanging up the phone, I was thinking about what she said. How did I teach HER about true friendship? The whole time we’ve been friends, she’s gone above and beyond to show me love and caring. She’s done and said little things that have made my day better (or my week or my month or whatever). She knows when to call or write or email . . . it’s almost like she has a sixth sense.
She has shown me patience and tolerance – even when I’m at my grouchiest and meanest. She has shown interest in my passions, even though they may not be the same as hers (although I think I’m converting her slowly but surely). She loves my family and my friends.
I hardly feel like I’ve been the one to teach HER – I feel much more like she’s the one that has taught me and shown me what a true friend is. Funny how our perceptions are shaped so much around our own experiences.
This one has limited interest to non-obedience people, though. I was placing an order from Amazon.com for some Rally-O books to help me plan my upcoming classes, and I discovered some books by a gentleman named Willard Bailey. Now, unless you’re an obedience nut like I am, and have read a zillion books and articles, you might not know who he is. But as a past subscriber of the obedience magazine Front & Finish, I recognized his name.
His first book is called “Remembering To Breathe” and it’s about his journey from Novice A (the beginner’s class, if you will) to earning an OTCh title, which is the highest obedience title you can earn with the American Kennel Club. It takes a lot of work, patience and training to earn an OTCh, and not very many people do this with their first obedience dog. The book is wonderful – full of anecdotes, hints and tips. It talks about the changes in training methods (from force to reward-based) and the various kinds of people you meet when you spent any amount of time in a competition ring. It also illustrates the beautiful relationship that Willard has with his Golden Retriever Honeybear.
I didn’t cry at the end, but I came close a few times. It’s a great book, and if you’re interested in obedience competition, then you’ll enjoy it.