Friday, June 21, 2013

Father's Day, Better Late Than...

Although it was almost a week ago, we have not forgotten & are enjoying the bounty Father's Day brought to our resident Pop.
The girls were up quite early (indifferent to any other day), after an early breakfast "wrapped up" their Dad's Day presentation to prepare for Pop's waking.
(Hopefully you can read this... If not I'll tweak in the a.m on my laptop so you can)...

Card reads: (Trader Joe's bag recycled)








Book:
(I heard an awesome interview w/ author really peaked my interest)...have to disclose here BOTH gifts were to be enjoyed by the Mama too!




& outside waiting...
(Yup, I've enjoyed some sunny naps already! I think I've used it more than Scott has-don't tell!!)




This hasn't happened yet...but I'm waiting...(so far she just lies under me (in the shade)....give it time...



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Sunday, June 16, 2013

I Can't Hear You....

I had a good Father's Day post, but you'll have to wait as this appears to need to get off my chest tonight...
I often say and have heard many other non-parents repeat, people MUST not be able to hear their own children whining. I CAN HEAR THEM, believe me...in the checkout, in the parking lot, in the bank waiting line...I. HEAR.YOUR.CHILD...YOU however appear to NOT hear YOUR child! I have ALWAYS assumed with both amazement and awe that evolution has evolved to protect every parent from going nuts by hearing only when your child yelps in a time of true emergency (then with supersonic hearing) otherwise, complete oblivion to the whine, cry and general racket.
Apparently being an adoptive mother, not having given birth to Frannie myself (that'd be awkward...along w/ her 9 litter mates-yikes!) I do not posses this ability.  The sound of her whining makes my chest tight and my anxiety reach unhealthy levels.  It is an incessent little whine, at this horribly obnoxious pitch-and worse case it is NEVER when something is actually wrong- its just her way of expressing herself (typically her dismay).
Most children if their parent was out of the house, or out of sight would rejoice, do everything they are not suppose to, take all the toys out, go wild...right?!  While attempting to garden (something I VERY MUCH enjoy) and after taking the little beast for a walk/run at the Blueberry Plains, AND a car ride to scenic Sanford...she stood at the door (ALONG W/ MACK) and whined almost the entire two hours I was outside.  For those of you who have not spoken w/ me today, I have laryngitis...yelling at your dog is impossible (and she chose to ignore my sign language & frustrated faces!) I attempted to ignore the whining and tried to enjoy my work...but it persisted, and persisted....I must be missing something fellow parents, how do you do it?!




Saturday, June 15, 2013

Summer At Last

Mama & I are BOTH happy the sun has come out! I got to visit a favorite swimming hole to celebrate our Summer day!! As you can tell-I loved it! Best part, no nasty ticks on either if us!!
We didn't tell Mack or Sadie where we went off to-so keep it in the "QT" would ya?!




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Friday, June 14, 2013

Adjustments

Maybe he's not THAT bad....(& Mama says he's not staying forever...)



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Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Yes, it is truer than true...we have a graduate yes we do!

-Dr. Suess

Yes, it is truer than true...we have a graduate yes we do! 

I will state again, as I have had to remind my own mother a number of times (we graduated from FUN/AGILITY class, not OBEDIENCE class!) With that said however, she did learn to listen to me, focus on me and did a fantastic job.  Not only did she learn with great earnest how to leap over hurdles, run through tunnels, walk along a see-saw, weave thru poles, jump thru a tire hoop, walk the plank, and yes FINALLY learn the LAY DOWN command, I was most impressed with her focus on her task, desire to please and accomplish her "job".  

Last night we ran thru an obstacle course using all the skills we had learned over the 6 weeks of classes.  Both dogs in attendance did excellent.  Frannie finally conquered the see-saw and walking the plank without baling out 3/4 of the way thru-and welcomed the all new task of jumping thru a tire hoop with no hesitation!

Ronnie, classmate and his dad & brother doing their run through.





A very quick graduation ceremony, presentation of diplomas and pups each got to choose a toy from their sweet teacher, Merri Button (I can't stand it!)...

Scott will surely use this as proof when she is bad that "he" is not her Pop,
and that some guy named Scott Gallant is-lol!


The proud GRADUATE showing off her diploma & her "cheeseburger" toy from Merri (which yes, is already been de-stuffed, de-squeekered, and chewed and is in the trash! Hey it was fun while it lasted!)



Cards, cash, checks and gifts to help us celebrate will be graciously receieved....Cheers!


















Sunday, June 9, 2013

Goatin' along....

Always the pleaser, I often think she MUST know I would love a goat, and therefore portrays the role of a goat in the yard and on our runs (not that I'd take my goat on a run just for the record). 
 (Although I could hang out w/ the guy in Dover, NH if I did...)


Dover celebrity...




Proof grass is obviously "greener" on the "other side".


A slight change in type (not brand) in her food is my hope that MAYBE she'll slow down on the grass consumption. (note, she particularly enjoys my ornamental grasses by the front door-the ONLY grass I don't need help cutting-thanks!)



Luckily F doesn't throw up the grass (using it as a bulimic tool to keep her girlish figure or her version of "Tums").  After reading many, many theories on why dogs eat grass, I believe she just "likes" the taste of it.   She has "favorite" spots she compulsively stops (on a dime) to eat it, where other spots that look like great grass munching to me, she passes right by...(what do I know?!)

So the grass seems thus far to do no harm, passes right thru her digestive track and perhaps (according to some theories) gives her the fiber she desires (?!)  (that the super expensive dog food doesn't provide-right?!) The only reason I really hate her eating grass, is that occasionally she needs a bit of help with the exiting of the grass...(use your imagination)-always a nice way to begin a day.  (still better than a diaper x 6 a day)!

Friday, June 7, 2013

(Vizh-luh)

Although this is from a childrens' book apparently, it describes a Vizsla well in very simple terms we can all understand...I can't tell you how very often I have to repeat, Vizsla, two or three times, then people say, "oh"...they don't know...how would they?! Few people are familiar with them, I actually am more than shocked when out running or out and about downtown if someone says, "a Vizsla right?" (all proud of themselves), and I too respond with a smile, an impressive nod and am amazed they somehow know this velcro dog is indeed,  Vizsla!



I found this on a facebook page I JUST stumbled upon, I have a feeling it may be a new favorite page (along w/ the other 20 pages facebook "suggests" I may like about Vizslas! I never thought to look for Vizsla pages...there IS some good in Facebook after all!

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Enter Mack...

We've all done it, offered a favor and also accepted a request from a friend that you sincerely hope never comes to fruition.  Two weeks ago Scott agreed to helping a friend out by watching his pup for three weeks while he went to take care of an exploratory work opportunity across the country, if his friend decided to go...
It's not that we mind having another dog around for a short time, or that the dog is a bad dog, or that we mind helping a friend out...this dog in fact is familiar with Scott, Sadie and I, as he lived with all of us for a while as a puppy. We eventually realized Mack (Doodle as I called him) was not a dog that fit with our lifestyle.  He was hard-wired for bird hunting, had the speed of a true cheetah (puts Frannie to shame), ran big off leash and paced in the house from one window to the next searching for birds all day long!  He made all of us anxious and in need of high blood pressure meds (including the ever-passive Scott)!  For those of you who have met Frannie, Mack's energy is like Frannie squared.
Scott gave (sold, whatever boys do) Mack to a falconer friend, Jay, who in turn has given him an amazing, active sporting life that he deserved and in turn Jay adores Mack and has had tons of fun and success in the field with him. (a win-win)

SO...we really were the most appropriate people to take Mack for a three week stint.
Monday noon: enter Mack stage right... First night, little sleep happened in our room, like having a puppy all over again...Dear GOD! First morning, Mack springs the fence in the backyard, dumb chicken that should have gone into coop at night like all the rest gets attacked (one of Scott's favorites of course) lives, but barely, my fence is mangled (Scott repairs).   Mack & Frannie play like mad demons every chance they get (but inside 'cause Mack cannot go in our backyard due to chickens, oh that's lovely underfoot, NON stop!) I've had to vacuum everyday because he's long haired (never!), worse yet, my baby pup has been violated by this horned up male dog attempting to hump her (OY VEY!)  (but overall he actually isn't that bad...but sures up many things for me: 3 dogs are too many, long hair dogs-no way, hyper active dogs-all set (1 is enough!, etc..etc...)
Frannie is jealous every second I pay any attention to Mack...I have to take him out to the side yard on a leash in the a.m (due to chickens) and as we enter the house again Frannie nips freshly at Mack to say, "She's mine!" Then just looks and stares at me, "Mama, am I still your Maine dog?"

"We weren't doing anything...really!"

Mack has been spending days in his kennel at the Scoop Deck :(
with a few time a day to race around the back field like the Indy 500!
 but seems happy enough to nap with his kinda cousin, Remy, lying next to his kennel.
(Remy has become the "shop dog", he is my brother's pup and has been at the shop a lot while under construction) he is an absolute sweetheart and greets customers,  delivery guys, and employees with utmost adoration!  


Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Super Smart!


Despite the fact until recently at two years old Frannie has refused to learn the simple command, "lay down" after mastering tasks like bird hunting, catching frisbees in her teeth, hugging and running thru a tunnel, she apparently exudes some skills I had taken for granted.

We showed up for our second to last agility class to find we were the only "duo" to show! Its been perplexing to me to see our class numbers dwindle.  Having started with only (4) sets of people:dog, after 1st class, down to 3 sets, then down to 2 a couple weeks ago, and then just us left standing!? Have we scared everyone away? (Oh my anxiety is kicking in!)

Having the trainer and course to ourselves was fun but I have to admit I like watching the other owners and dogs struggle, learn and succeed at our common goals.  So a bit lonely!

The trainer, Merri Button (love that!) did chat with me more than normal and asked if I had thought about taking "agility" to a more serious level (as this is just "backyard agility" focused on fun more than building a foundation for competition).  I guffawed and said I hadn't even considered it!  She complimented Frannie on her obtained focus on me in the last few weeks and her natural interest and ability and said she was actually, "very good"! HA- Oh my...what will be next for our duo?!

"Graduation" is next week (not kidding), so we'll get thru that, you know how stressful your child's graduation can be right (?) We'll then consider what our next step may be.  I fear it's the trainer/owner who may NOT be the one with natural ability and certainly NO interest in "performing" where anyone is watching me, not a role I've ever been comfortable in!



Saturday, June 1, 2013

I like to read the little free magazine from Tractor Supply, interesting stuff I've discovered in there...this week while reading the Summer issue of, "Out There," I burst out laughing!
 The story, Go Mojo, struck me funny! I said to Scott, here I go, this will be Frannie & I in a couple years! (agility class is just step 1! ha, ha!)




Mojo, the performing dog

By Page Ivey

Photography by Kevin Vandivier

When Connie Hall adopted the blue heeler-terrier mix puppy from an animal shelter near her Salado, Texas, home, she intended to train this very teachable breed to entertain a very important audience of one — her newborn grandson.
But after the unexpected loss of the baby, Connie started spending more time with the puppy — named Mojo — training and working off his tremendous energy while working through her own grief.
He’s been a quick study, thanks to Connie’s repetition methods and Mojo’s uncanny ability to learn quickly.
Now, Mojo’s purpose is to make as many people as possible smile — in honor of the baby’s memory.
Mojo started his performance life with shows at nursing homes and a school for troubled youngsters and progressed to festivals, small-town concerts, a chuck-wagon cook-off, the Central Texas State Fair Professional Bull Riders Rodeo, and the National Barrel Horse Association Youth World Championship.
The act begins slowly with Mojo following a plastic flying disc and weaving in and out of Connie’s legs; then he latches on to the disc and holds on while Connie swings him around.
When she shouts, “Let’s go,” Mojo begins to run the barrels like a barrel rider.
To teach him the barrels, Connie started with a small pattern, then moved to a second pattern, before putting it all together.
Mojo looks like he’s smiling, she says, when he rounds the third and last barrel and goes running to catch the disc that she lets fly to end the trick.
Mojo will jump up onto a balance beam, sit down, and wait at one end as commanded by Connie, and then walk to the other end when she commands him to.
She has him put either one or two paws — whichever she instructs — on an object and tells him to wait until she counts to three, at which point, she flings the disc and he bolts after it.
He can sit, stay, roll over, and even play dead while Connie gives him “CPR.”
If she forgets the order of their show, Mojo will remind her by starting the next trick in the act. He even taught her a trick.
When they start to play with flying discs, Mojo always seems to pick out one he likes better than the other. Once he has chosen a disc, he won’t even touch the other one, she says.
“With the crowd, I could say, ‘Okay, Mo, I want you to get the Frisbee with an “X” on it.’ Naturally, if he’s already touched that Frisbee, he’s going to get the Frisbee with the ‘X’ on it,” she says. “And that’s his trick. That’s something he taught me.”
Mojo’s smarts may be part of his genes.
Heeler is another name for Australian cattle dog, which are widely regarded as some of the most trainable dog breeds. They were originally bred in Australia in the 1800s to drive herds of cattle over long distances and the name heeler comes from their tendency to nip at the heels of cattle they are herding.
The high-energy breed needs lot of play and work time every day to burn off some of that energy. “You constantly have to do something with him,” Connie says. “I always have a ball at my feet.”
Connie trains and practices with Mojo at the small ranch she shares with her husband, Bill, a longtime auctioneer, who definitely wasn’t looking for a new dog when Connie brought Mojo home.
“We already had dogs — one that’s half coyote — and here she comes with a new puppy,” he recalls.
But Mojo, who’s becoming a bit of a celebrity on the rodeo circuit, seems to have arrived at just the right time.



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