Showing posts with label Animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Animals. Show all posts

Sally's Swan Song

Last Saturday was Sally's last ever agility competition, and yes I cried after her last ever run.

Images courtesy of http://debsdogphotos.wordpress.com/



This sport, these places, these people and these dogs have been a massive part of my life since I was about 15.  Saying goodbye was harder than I ever thought it would be.


Gratuitous kitten picture


Pet passport...check!


Dog's life


Awesome.  This video sums up exactly why I want to travel with my dog.  This world is the perfect playground for anyone, regardless of their age...or level of furriness!

Yes it's a dog video


It is.  It's a dog video, and it is 3 minutes long.  Apologies, I genuinely do understand that this is utterly boring to basically everybody.

But for me, she is the love of my life, and I am completely ok with that.  And today is my birthday, so today is Sally-dog video day.  Yay! Happy Birthday me! 

(anyone who is not me is therefore absolved from the responsibility of watching it!)

Sally star

Me and my Sally...at our agility training club's show this year... just doing our thing.


This was our second to last ever show, and this is one aspect of England I will really miss!

Baking is my comfort

When some people have a bad day, they drink.  Some people punch walls.  Some people go for a run.  Some people bury themselves in their work.

Not I.

This world does not drive me to drink and drugs.

Not me.

This world drives me to baking.

 
Floss dog is dying.


And so...and so...I bake.

I'll have a box of baby sloths please

To-Do Before I Die List

1. Have a job which mainly involves carrying boxes of baby sloths


Not even kidding.  This is so on the list.

Because dogs are awesome...

And because dogs in motion are extra awesome... 


...even if they have had the misfortune to be born as Basset Hounds...


And also because revision is consuming my mind, life, body and soul. Sorry.

Happy Birthday Sally!

Happy 10th Birthday Sally dog! 

(Yes I forgot it was her birthday until 8.30 pm today...so this is me making up for it...she will totally appreciate this right?)

I love this dog.

A day in the life of...a dog agility show

This weekend was my dog training club's agility show, so as I have pretty much lived and breathed agility for the last 48 hours...here's a taste of what I have been up to. Ive had a really great weekend! So happy...and SO tired!

5.30 am ... Day visitors rouse themselves and their pack of excitable canines from their sleep to begin the journey to the show

7.00 am ... Weekend campers slowly wake up in their tents and caravans on the showfield as the morning chorus of barking dogs slowly rises up in the clear cool air

 
7.30 am ... The club who is holding the show swarm everywhere like ants, setting up the various show rings.  There are jumps to be moved to set up courses, boxes of snacks for the people who will spend the day helping out on each ring and endless steaming flasks to be filled for thirsty helpers

8.00 am ... The (human) competitors are out walking the agility courses.  These consist of various numbered obstacles.  Dogs must complete each obstacle in the correct way and in numerical order within a given time to get a clear round.

8.15 am ... The judges brief the competitors.  The judge is responsible for deciding whether a dog completes obstacles in the correct manner

8.30 am .... The first dogs are ready on the starting line and the classes begin.  There can be over 200 dogs in a class (they are grouped based on size and ability level), so the "rinse-repeat" flow of dogs through the ring has to be smooth and continuous


9.30 am ... As each class finishes, the course is changed for the next class and walked by the handlers, the presentation of rosettes and trophies occurs for the class which is finished and then the whole process starts off again

12.30 pm ... The rings fall quiet as everyone breaks for lunch

1.30 pm ... And they are off again!  As well as the ability level classes, there are also special classes for junior handlers and for veteran dogs.  The old dogs only get one run a day compared to the 3 - 5 a younger dog will get, but they love to still get the chance to participate in the sport they have loved for many years

4.00 pm ... As the last classes finish, everyone joins in to help take the equipment to pieces and tidy up the showfield.  

6.00 pm ... The very last tired and happy dogs and handlers finally leave the now deserted showfield - the show is over - until the next time!

This is my passion

Me and Sally competing in a Novice obedience class
My passion is not cool and sexy.  My passion is not death-defying adrenaline-rushing action.  My passion is not world-changing activism or international superstardom.  To most people, my passion would be hopelessly dull.  But it is MY passion and I adore it.  My passion is training dogs.

I got hooked when I was 15 doing my Duke of Edinburgh's Award.  For the "Skills" section of the award I borrowed a rather unwanted leggy teenager of an unruly mongrel dog from the local pub and took her to a dog training club.  My intention was just to teach her sit and stay - help her owners out and get the silly box ticked for my D of E Award.  Little did I know how things would turn out!

The woman who ran the dog training club was a skinny chain-smoking slightly neurotic fiery ball of passion for dog training.  She did competitive obedience with her beautiful German Shepherds.  I saw the drive and the energy and the love the dogs and her had for their sport, and I wanted to get involved.  I trained Sally for months, then bravely entered my first Obedience show.  Unfortunately, Jen hadnt told me that you couldnt take treats into the show ring...and as she was used to doing things for food...she lolloped off out of the ring to try and find something more interesting to do.  I was devastated.  I cried tears of rage and embarassment.  But I learnt.  I learnt how much I wanted to be good at this.  And I learnt that to really train a dog, the dog needs to be motivated to play along for playing's sake, not for the reward of food or a toy.  Treats are great, but only to create love for the activity, never as a bribe.

So I learnt, and I trained, and I learnt some more.  Sometimes I had to break things back down to basics just to make the smallest of tweaks to her heelwork position.  But it started to click into place, I understood how she learnt, how she thought and how she moved, and bent my training style and my movements to fit.  And it worked, she started to win.  And we went on to compete in Agility and Flyball as well.  I even competed in the Junior ring at Crufts - the largest dog show in the world.  I also trained our rescue collie to work sheep, and provided a temporary foster home for several dogs, in order to rehabilitate them so they could find a forever home.

I am incredibly grateful to my wonderful Mum for all the evenings she drove me to training and all the shows she took me to, never once complaining about the hours surrounded by barking dogs in some rain-soaked field in the middle of nowhere.  

Sally will never be the best dog at anything...she isnt a border collie...the basic qualification for being the best at any canine event.  But she loves to work, she loves to get things right - and she works for workings sake.  To me that is the greatest achievement for me with a greedy labrador cross - she works because she LOVES it.  

Nothing builds the relationship between a dog and its owner like training.  I know her expressions, I can predict her responses and her emotions...and she can do the same with me.  For me to train her effectively, and for her to learn effectively, we automatically tuned into each other on a far deeper level than you normally connect with a pet on.

That sense of connection is what makes it my passion.  I love building that rapport, that unbreakable bond.  Im not one of those overly anthropomorphic people who attributes every human emotion under the sun to animals.  I know she doesnt love me like I love her, I respect her all the more for the tame wolf that she is.  I guess the whole training process entertains my inner psychologist, its like its a challenge to break a task down into components that she can learn.  There is more to it than that though, Sally is 9 years old now so we just go to training classes for fun really.  She doesnt compete any more so there is no need to teach her new things.  We both still love to go along to training and have fun though.  The sense of calm satisfaction I get from strengthening our connection is like a drug.  The more she learns and the more she loves it, the more I want to train her.  And the more I train her...the cycle continues.

I love dogs.  Their behaviour with each other is fascinating, their relationship with humanity even more so. There is so much they can do for us, and so much we can learn from them.

I have considered becoming a professional dog trainer several times before, either for the Forces, or for disability support charities, or to help people with problem pets.  People say that you should devote your life to your passion.  Maybe there is a lesson I need to learn here.

In search of dolphins

Last night I watched an awesome documentary called Dolphin Boy.  Its about an Israeli teenager called Morad with severe post-traumatic stress disorder, who was brought back into society and himself using dolphin therapy  (for the record, unfortunately Im not one of those super-educated extra-cool people who watches intelligent documentaries...most of the time Im satisfied with America's Next Top Model).  It was a simply-shot, non-pretentious tale of human tragedy and self-sacrificing love...and yes it made me cry.  But it also got me to thinking about how I handle things in my own life.

While I am fortunate enough never to have lived through anything remotely as traumatic as what  Morad had faced, I could see echoes of my own coping mechanisms in his behaviour.  I too shut down on the world and those around me, not to that extreme but I still choose to retreat.  Feeling nothing is less hurtful than feeling the pain.  And yes post-traumatic stress disorder is an overexaggeration of normal, healthy coping strategies, but perhaps I too over-react to things.

I did a long hot exhaustingingly exhilarating summer working as a camp counselor at Camp Sonshine, one of their favourite phrases was "Growth Days".  Growth Days were their overly-enthusiastic typically American ways of turning a stressful, exhausting bad day at camp into something positive.  For a while I dismissed it as nothing more than that, but now I see the value in that way of thinking.  Having a "bad day" is unproductive and pointless for myself and everyone who I snap and moan at, but having a "growth day"...well now that has the potential to add value.  Life is an endless lesson.

The concept of growth days works extra well if you combine it with the "5-5-5 rule" which the lovely (and soon-to-be-wed) Goddess Leonie shared with the world the other day.  To sum it up, if you cannot honestly answer the questions "Will this matter in 5 days...or 5 months...or 5 years?" with "yes yes YES!"  - then you know what...it doesnt matter today either.  Its just a growth day.  Grow, and tomorrow will be better.

But what haunts me, what sends me to my retreated safe place inside myself, is WHAT IF the answer really honestly truthfully is "Yes".  Yes it will matter in 5 days, yes it will matter in 5 months and yes it will still matter in 5 years.  How am I supposed to count this as a growth day, how am I supposed to act like this is not important?  How am I supposed to find the strength not to hide away inside myself and face the pain as the tiny insignificant prinprick that it so obviously is not?

I dont have the answer and I certainly dont have the proof of how to overcome this problem, but I do have two suggestions.  Maybe Leonie's 5-5-5 rule isnt quite complete...maybe you have to extend it till the answer is "No".  Will it matter in 50 years?  Er...yeh maybe.  OK - will it matter in 500 years? Hmm..well the chance of anything at all about my life mattering in 500 years is pretty much zero, so Im gonna go with No.  And oh yeh, if an event within this millenia-rich universe has no impact in 500 years time, then I can logically see that it doesnt matter today either.

But there is still a fatal agonising flaw in the argument, because there is a big difference between things that cross the millenia in their power and meaning, and the "little things" that do still matter to me.  Maybe I should be striving for that deeper level of connection with the universe where the "little things" cease to matter, but Im certainly not there yet.  So the potential for pain still remains, and I am still left in hiding. 

So whats the second suggestion?  Well...maybe I just need to find my dolphins.

Bigging up the Disapproving Rabbits


I love rabbits.  I love animals which make funny faces.  So...Disapproving Rabbits is pretty much my idea of Heaven.  

It makes me laugh so much I have to be pretty careful when I check my Google Reader at work...


Im pretty down on the whole van thing right now, and Im too busy doing university work to fix it.  But as of next weekend - the van will be my number one priority.  Well...the van and my assignment.  The day this degree will be done CANNOT come soon enough.  Note to self, never ever do anything again that makes you wish your life away.  I really hope I have learnt that lesson.

Meet the love of my life

As this is my first ever post...it only seems fair to use it to introduce the most important thing in the world to me. My dog Sally. She is a 9 year old labrador x german wirehaired pointer, and she is the sweetest stupidest mutt you could ever meet. And I love her. I know that aiming her to take her with me when I go is something that most people would consider to be at best stupid - but I wouldnt even consider going without her.  So we are in this together!

And here she is... in a very snowy Cumbria.

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