And these lucky lot got an extra walk in the woods in afternoon
Sammi and Loki
Sammi's halo dropped and inch or two yesterday when she went running off and barking at a Labrador. I did feel let down by her. The Lab was on the lead and she ran over taking absolutely no notice of me what so ever. He lunged and barked and of course she barked back. She came half way back and stopped to think about her next move before coming back. I apologised and the people where gracious and accepting of my apology. But they must have thought that I was a right bitch, as Sammi got back to me I grabbed her by the neck to put a lead on her and somehow managed to stick my finger in her ear and make her squeal! They must have thought I was a dog beater, and though we did have some choice words I would never beat her as I feel it serves no purpose in the doggy world/language.
Though the Lab flew out at Sammi first it was my fault and not theirs. He was on the lead and under control. Sammi let me and herself down by not listening and I think that disappointed me more than the whole incident. She usually so bloody good, but had I not had my face in the camera maybe I'd have seen them sooner, before she even thought of setting off. Maybe, maybe, maybe! It's happened and thankfully it was something and nothing. Loki of course behaved to perfection and did not even consider going with her, bitches eh!
Ross and Kaiah, no he hasn't grown overnight,
she's slouching but maybe the look of things to come.
Love this of Kaiah who scaled a rock to get up there. Ross tried, but thankfully failed. Again such a difference between an agile young bitch and a clumsy young dog!
Pretty here, and even prettier with a GSD in the photo.
A sneaky peak for blog reader of the advert we hope to place in the Crufts GSD magazine. Composed by myself but fantastically put together by the talented Bethan Hughes. I think I'll owe her a few bottles of wine for this one!
It will be finalised after Manchester Ch. Show at the weekend. We'll hang on just incase there is something else to say!
Another fantastic day for walking - but of course being a Sunday it wasn't without it's many disturbances.
People, lots and lots of people, quite a few dogs and some screaming brats. I think today was the busiest I've ever seen it up there. But the guys were all good, and despite Sammi's air scenting and Asha's curiosity no one had to go on a lead.
Tomorrow the weather is set to change. Other than the drizzle of yesterday it's been a brilliant week or so for getting out and about. Ah well I guess we should be thankful, but as my Gran always said .. "We'll pay for this!"
That moment when your cat is an hour late for breakfast and you're already writing the "Missing" poster out in your mind. Silly isn't it, but some are ALWAYS there at meal times and some occasionally miss a meal. Anyway he's here now, has had a late one and is cuddled up next to me on the sofa as I write!
The comment on Facebook last night about the possibility of Tali being senile made me think back. Pepsi definitely went senile , I think Simba was developing some behaviour changes and Finlay, dear Finlay, God only know what was going on with him.
Pepsi was 14 years old when we had to let him go, he had been blind for 10 years of his life. It was never an issue, he just got on with life. Living with a blind dog is so much easier than living with a deaf one, as long as they are obedient of course. Pepsi knew commands to turn left, turn right and stop .. and for his own safety the stop had to be instant and was trained as a drop on command. In later life he would sit and bark at nothing. He also did this aimless wandering thing where he would just walk and walk around a small section of the top field .. seemingly initially with a purpose,but the longer he did it for the more you realised he was going nowhere and you had to break the cycle and bring him in. When offered his meal he'd start to eat, but then wonder off, if you followed him and re-offered him the meal he would start eating it again as if he'd not been given it in the first place. It's a sad time really, but you laugh or cry and just go with the flow. Simba was returned to us as a 3 year old dog. You could have described him as a hard, aggressive bastard but it was soon obvious he was a victim of his circumstances. Life hadn't been idea for Simba and the behaviour he'd developed was unacceptable. After a few months of work Simba was ready for rehoming .. but somehow it never happened and he stayed here till we lost him at 12 and a half. I can't really remember many of his old man traits, I just remember he got quite doddery and a little awkward. Maybe some of his earlier behaviour did show their heads again, but at such an old age you forgive and move on.
I often forget about Simba's ear. In old age he needed medical attention after a haematoma in his ear. His ear never went back up and was quite odd looking .. but he didn't care.
Then there was Finlay. The rescue dog, the white dog. Remember Max Von Stephanitz the founder of the breed is quoted as saying "Let them not be white!" The earlier dogs where sable, with black and tan completely taking over and now being the "preferred" colour of breed enthusiasts.
Anyway Finlay arrived as a young adult in 2007, (3 - 4 years old) he was a cracking dog. He fitted in perfectly here, he was kind obedient and affectionate. Breed standard apart, he was a beautiful looking dog with eyes that melted your soul. We had years of absolute devotion from him, but the old dog was a very different animal. What ever happened to the Finlay we knew I'll never know. Over the last 2 years or so of his life he became a distant, difficult dog. I've commented before that I honestly felt he didn't even seem to like me anymore. For me it was hurtful, painful and I have dwelled on it quite a lot. He wouldn't let me pet him, if I tried he walked away. This was a world apart from the dog I'd lived with for years. I would often catch him looking at me, if I looked back and smiled he'd look away. It was all very odd and I can only hope it was senility or that something like a small stroke had affected his normal brain function. Dogs are generally not devious (Bitches are!) and the thought that he would just decide he didn't like me anymore is actually too hurtful to bare.
Of all the dogs that I've had to help on their way to Rainbow bridge Finlay is the only one that I haven't held in my arms as we parted. I stood back and asked Steve to do it as I felt that that's what Finn would want. I stood close, looked into his eyes and told him I loved him. I did feel the old Finlay for whatever reason could get more comfort from Steve than he would from me. I was devastated, heartbroken to not be comforting him, but it was not about me, it had to be about what was right for the old Finlay. The young dog was my devoted friend, sadly the old Finlay was not!
This morning I popped to take some things to Freshfields, the rescue centre where I worked for almost 12 years. It was great to see everyone, but I couldn't help but think of dear Scamp. It was so sad that he had to live his life out in a rescue centre, but at least there he was safe and well cared for. After saying hello to Vanessa who was working hard with her 30+ horses I went to visit Gail in the kitten unit and found myself cleaning out pens whilst talking to her and Lesley. It was like I had done it yesterday, I just got on with it and nattered away. Nothing was that different, other than some unfamiliar faces it felt like home. Sad really I gave so much of myself to the place and the circumstances of my leaving still upset me. Following my 40 mins reminder of work I went on to Cwm Dulyn. I'd loaded the van with dogs and had Nico and Jezi in the back and the three older ladies in the front. Give or take a few choice swear words between the sisters it worked well and the walks were successful. Jezi was first onto the rock, followed closely by Nico .. their ears flapping in the sharp breeze that I was not prepared for. Much more windy there than at home today, Still I was sheltered from the strongest gusts on the lower path. Tali of course headed straight for the water, as it was so cold part of me wanted to stop her, but common sense prevailed and I let her do what she wanted! The only problem she had was going down off the bridge. I think she couldn't quite see the steps and opted to jump it. Luckily I'd seen her apprehension at the top and got hold of her collar just before she launched herself off! I posted this photo on Facebook with the heading "Tali .. TAli .... TALI ... Get out of there it's freezing cold!"
"Feck off!" Someone suggested that because Tali was standing in freezing cold water and refusing to come out that she could be going a little senile. You have to laugh don't you, they obviously don't realise that I've had almost 13 years of this, Tali always does what Tali wants!
After the second walk I took the five home and decided to go back to Cwm Dulyn with the youngsters. We had a lovely time, and yes they all went into the water too! I'm always wary of taking Kaiah with Sammi as Kaiah bullies Sammi so much, but I have realised that the bad behaviour is really at it's worst on our regular walk, when we go anywhere slightly different she's more focused on the walk than her stupid games!
On my way home I was picking up Steve's prescription from the Doctors and became aware of how dirty and scruffy I looked so I decided to take my mud covered waterproof trousers off before going in. I got home and told Steve .. "I was embarrassed so took my waterproof trousers off before going into the doctors. " He said "What? You took your trousers off to go into the doctors?" Haha .. Men they never listen!
Kaiah is in the dog house, again, she chewed through 2 collars in 5 days. I've no idea how she gets them off. The first to go was the pretty purple one that she's had since she was a pup, then I gave her Mikey's old collar, I was none to pleased to see that in bits today. Now she has a tatty old thing, and I don't think I'll be putting anything decent on her again until I figure out how she's getting them off. It's happened both times when she's in her crate so for once Ross is not involved.
Ross' show collars came, they are too small. What an idiot. I measured the one he's currently using at 26" and thought right I need the next size up, and what do I go and do? Order two 26" collars. They are lovely, but what a waste of bloody money. I'm telling you my train of thought has definitely left the station without me these days!
The weather is set to break after the week end .. disappointing, but we really shouldn't complain, weather wise it's been a wonderful beginning to 2018.
O (5,1) 1 Stanley's Lokean of Blanik ShCM, GSD. Very well made throughout with good strength and substance. Pleasing head with good dark eye, best of fronts standing on good legs and feet, well bodied and strong hindquarters. Very sound on the move.