Beautiful Day for a Winter Run with Zac!

A busy work week, which included working Saturday, finally finished. Today, I promised myself I would take time off from the home office. Sun-drenched snow beckoned, and Zacky barked and jumped around, demanding to go for a run. I pulled on fleece long underwear, running tights and a light running jacket, helped Zac into his ski-joring harness, and off we went...Zac pulling in his little harness to get back to the house to see what Jeff, Abby and Zoey were up to.

I tugged him along, averting the oh-so-interesting sniffing spots as much as possible, and we schlepped our way on the trail to Bass Lake.

A few fish houses line the perimeter of the lake; it must be too early for them to be placed in the middle. We take a few steps out on to the lake ourselves, but our trail has ended, so we turn around and schlep back.

Trek to Bass Lake

Though it was grey, sleety with treacherous footing, Jeff, the Fearsome Threesome and I ventured to Bass Lake. We were rewarded. Four swans graced its placid surface.

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Dogs and Dentists

It's been the year everyone gets their teeth cleaned. Abby got hers done in August, Zac got his cleaned and several extracted (ouch) in October, and I'm planning to have Zoey's cleaned in December. That will be a really nice Christmas gift that she, Jeff and I can all appreciate.

Though boring and expensive, having your dogs' teeth cleaned is important to their health. Dogs can hide pain so well, and so many things such as minute fractures, are not obvious during a manual exam. A dental cleaning can bring all sorts of issues to light, and they can be fixed.

I felt bad when I realized how I kept expecting Zac to catch discs when he had fractured molars. He's all fixed up now, and next year, he'll be a disc-catching machine.

Evisceration

A clear blue sky, trees turning gold and orange and sumac turning crimson. Sunshine warms my back, and its light filters through the leaves to the gravel path, revealing...a convoluted mass of some critter's intestines.

I stare in horror as Abby snatches it with her teeth. I jerk her leash and she drops it. I breathe. Then Zac rushes forward, and he too, snatches the guts. I jerk his leash and he too, drops it. I step back before breathing this time.

Carefully watching the dogs, I pull a plastic doo-doo bag from my pants pocket, pry it open, and using all the intestinal fortitude I possess, I pick up the intestines.

And so is life with dogs, midst so much ethereal beauty, a reminder of the yucky side of life.

09/25/2010 Leads and Leashes Disc Demo in Rochester, Minn

Rain pelted Southeast Minnesota earlier this week, causing flooding, bridge collapses and highway closures.  I analyzed weather reports and data from the MNDot site; I questioned making the two hour journey into this area for the Saturday demo at Leads & Leashes.

Saturday morning it was raining, though forecast to stop by afternoon. The highways and roads we'd need to take seemed clear enough, and so Jeff and I packed the Fearsome Threesome in our trusty dog-hauler and ventured south. Highway 52 was open southbound, though a culvert had washed away in the northbound lane.

The Leads & Leashes website describes the facility as a "Country Pet Store & Pet Resort." It's fairly new and the agility room where we'd be demoing has a nicely padded surface and plenty of windows offering daylight.

Our group, the Minnesota Disc Dog Club, had lots of members helping with this demo, so I was a bit surprised when Zac and I were slated to demo. Zac really doesn't do much in the way of freestyle under his most favored conditions. This demo was vivid reminder of how much indoor disc is absolutely not a favored condition. He wouldn't even walk out into the demo area with me. I then carried him out, tried throwing a roller or two, but he kept trying to run back to the usually despised crate.

Zac is not the most-high drive dog, and I was saddened by his stage fright. Although I hope he lives forever, I hear a refrain in my head..."when I get my next dog, he'll be confident, when I get my next dog, he'll catch everything..." It is a curse of performance dog people, I think. We desperately love our dogs as if they were our children, and at the same time, we know they won't live forever; we hope the next dog we adopt has all the athletic attributes our current dog may be missing. And we feel guilty.



Photo by Sean Silvernail

Abby and I Have Started...

Yes, we've started retraining (or more accurately, training) our hope-n-pray running dog walk contacts to a controlled 2 on 2 off (2o2o in agility circles). 


Control is not Abby's forte, but it is kind of cute to see her leap back and forth over the practice contact.  Occasionally she'll land on top of it and slide down into position, which she holds ever so briefly. I try to deliver the reward as quickly as I can, but she's zipped into a different position before that happens. 


She may get frustrated, but while treats are to be had, she doesn't give up. Got to love her spirit!