October 13, 2016
I said I would write you about my big adventures at Dog’s Camp so here it goes. Try not be be too jealous because I got to do a bunch of cool dog stuff with Mom while you had to stay home. LOL!
I’m just not gonna think about it. Whatever Grady does on the course, I’ll remain positive but firm in my expectations. For the next minute, we both have our jobs to do so I’ll focus on mine and trust he will do his. The important thing is that Grady and I are here to have a good time.
But I so want to get that last Q for our Excellent Standard title!
Not giving it up! No way, no how!
So you have a dog that you’d love to play fetch with but they refuse to bring the ball or frisbee back to you. Or, you are training them and as a reward, you toss your dog a toy only to find that they proceed to fly by you with the toy without any intention of relinquishing it. Who came blame them, really? A toy, especially a squeaky one, is a marvelous thing and ownership of a toy is super fun. Who in their right mind would want to give all that up?
It’s that time of the year! Time for joyous celebration, shopping, overeating, overdrinking, visiting relatives, crowds, traffic, the inability to decide what to buy for Aunt Betty, the sudden realization that what you bought for Aunt Betty won’t work at all, and, finally, the overwhelming need for a nap.
Every so often someone says something to you that makes you think. I mean really think. That stops you short and you remember the feeling of the words for a long time. It happen to me today and I thought I’d share it with you.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
7:50am is when it all began.
Today started out pretty much like every other day. Everyone woke up to Dawson’s barking, as usual. I went outside with Dawson to do my business, came back in and had breakfast. Mom worked on the computer for awhile and then Dawson and I followed her to the basement to watch her get a roll of paper towels (you never know when Mom will need help with these sorts of things so I like to be available).
April 7, 2015
Today was an excellent day! As usual, I woke at first daylight and barked a couple of times to wake my Mom. It’s a good thing I’m around to wake her otherwise I think she would miss the beautiful early morning. I LOVE mornings!!!
Few things will occupy a dog’s time like the chewing of a bone. In fact, it is my go-to solution when I need them to be safely occupied and out of “dog-trouble” while I’m working (that’s a big deal with a 10 month old puppy). The comforting sounds of gnawing, chewing, picking up and dropping the bone while trying to angle it just right for a really good chew, these are the sounds that remind me of my dogs’ total focus on the job at hand. Chew, chew, chew until there’s nothing left.
I wonder why that is?
January 26th, 2015
It’s gonna be a long, long winter’s day is all I kept thinking as Dawson’s energy level grew. For a week (or six months, I don’t know. I’ve lost track of time), the weather has been either bitterly cold or rainy so there is little opportunity to do some serious dog walking. And 9 month old Dawson needs his walks. They help calm him and if he has a long walk, he doesn’t harass Grady as much. Grady, being the gentleman-dog that he is, refuses to tell Dawson when he’s had enough. Instead Grady leaves the room or hides behind a piece of furniture hoping that the, “out of sight, out of mind” theory works with Dawson (it doesn’t). Poor Grady.
- Number of dogs per day. The more dogs there are, the more chances of something happening. Find out the staff to dog ratio.