Saturday, March 15, 2014

Welcome Spring 2014

March is a month that I truly dislike; 60 degrees today and a predicted 2" snowfall in 48 hours.  If I could take a month off I would go far to the south for this entire month!

Well the girls and I got back into the agility ring last weekend.  Tease won novice B FAST (woohoo Finster!) and Flicker took 10th in master's JWW, not too bad for my almost 10 year old princess.

Torch and I had some hard news earlier this week.  We headed to see Dr. Potter for a check up on a lump on his leg and found out Torch has a severe heart murmur, an early sign of heart disease.  At this time there is no enlargement of his heart so I am hopeful he has many, many days ahead that will be carefree and easy on his heart.

At 12 years old he's been slowing down, resting more often while playing chuck-it and frisbee, sleeping harder and more often and hesitating on the stairs.  He was biking happily into December 2013 but really did not want to a few weeks ago.  

From here we keep up his already heart healthy diet and supplements only adding in CQ10.  I am so glad I have always fed my dogs well, provided good supplements and kept them, even in competition retirement, in great shape both mentally and physically.  Torch was dock diving into this past fall and loving every minute of it.

Today I will bike with Tease and then take Torch and Flicker to the local park for chuck-it and flying squirrel.  I have always cherished my life with my four-legged children but this spring I am feeling especially mindful of thanking them each day for the happiness and richness they bring me.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Moving Beyond Development - and dog training too:)


I wanted to share a recent blog post about some of the stuff I am learning in my new job. It's way out of the box for me as a development professional and I'm exhausted at the end of each day but happy to be involved in really understanding the program side of things.

http://www.hopeworks.org/2014/03/04/sanctuary-meets-development/

Friday, September 20, 2013

You've been gone a year....

and I still hear your bark.

I have not forgotten the travels we took, the fun we had, the friends we made or the many lessons you taught me my big-mouth, bat-earred, bubble butt, bug.  I know you have having a grand time barking, eating cookies, chasing squirrels, running and playing at the Rainbow Bridge.

Hug Jewel and all the other friends you have joined and, over the past year, welcomed there by your side.

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Sunday, December 16, 2012

MIssing you my boy...

As I sit in the COD, watching the new puppies and many of the dogs from your old pack, I find that I am missing you Bug.  We have so many memories at this place, from many many years of lessons to living here for a time, that I find myself thinking of you.  I can hear your bark echoing in the house, on the training field and in the huge field where I took all the dogs to run today.


I see you laying in your spot by the fireplace and on the cool tile by the front door.  I hear you running down the stairs with the pack and out the back door.  I think of you everyday Bogart.  I know you are barking away and smiling at us from the Rainbow Bridge.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Back in the Ring

After a busy four months - moving, a new job, the loss of Bogart - the girls and I competed in agility at Dream Park on November 10th, 2012.  After two shaky standard rounds - Flicker dropped a bar and Tease missed a jump - we came back strong in jumpers with weaves.  It felt GREAT to be back in the ring again.

I missed Bogart terribly this Saturday; talking to people about him and telling a few that he was now at the Rainbow Bridge.  There were many happy tears for my boy this weekend as the girls and I did him proud in his very favorite class - JWW!
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Thursday, September 27, 2012

You've been gone a week today.


You've been gone a week today.  Last Thursday was a day I always knew would come; every pet owner does.  We dread it.  We push it to the back of our minds, especially as our fur kids enter those precious teen years. We never think it will be this day.  We are never prepared.  Our friends & family seek to comfort us but nothing can replace your happy face, bright eyes and wagging tail or the empty place in my soul.

Happy memories have run deep and tears have flowed so quickly this week; always there, just under the surface each time when I think of you, look at a photo, see your empty bowl, laugh and share memories with friends or I hear your bark.

Torch, Flicker and Tease look for you.  I keep counting to four as they go in and out of the house or I scoop out dinner but there are only three now.

I think of you, and all those who left before you, awaiting our family at the Rainbow Bridge.  You are all young again and romping in the sunshine.

I still can't believe you're gone.  I know you're barking away and getting all the treats your heart desires.  Much love from all of us here until we meet again.

I miss you Bogart.

Friday, September 21, 2012

A Bat-eared, Big-Mouth, Bubble-Butt, Bug


Bogart
2/1/99 - 9/20/12

Last night I bid goodbye to Bogart.  It was one of the hardest things I have ever done.  Just the night before we played fetch in the yard, chased his orange flying squirrel and enjoyed a late night snack of popcorn - one of his favorite foods.  Who knew that the next day, when I had to work late at a Board meeting, I’d receive a frantic call from my roommate saying that Bogart looked as though he was having a seizure.  Three hours later I’d hold him as he traveled that short path to the Rainbow Bridge where Jewel awaited him.  

Thank you to Ellie for holding my hand; Tiff and Jess for calling the troops; Chris, Frankie, Jennifer and Kate for hanging on the phone and via text; and Ann, Tobree and so many others for standing by, hoping for a miracle.

Bogart was given to me on Columbus Day weekend in 1999 by my good friend Kathryn Stein.  Bug, as he’s known, was 10 months old.  Kathryn had taken him into rescue at about 6 weeks old when he was left at a shelter.  He joined Jewel, my 9 year old shepherd mix, and I, quickly fitting in and bringing much life and barking to my family.  After a few months he became known as bat eared, big mouth, bubble butt, bug taking into account all his famous qualities - his pointy ears, big mouth, hairy backside and basic bug like alertness and activity.


Bogart was a dog that many people related to.  He was such a good and happy boy but just to throw a monkey wrench into things he’d break his start line stays, leap off the middle of contacts, steal cheese sticks and cookies and bark and bark and bark.

If there was anything Bogart knew how to do it was bark.  He had a lot to say over the years and he always did it with a smile.  With my early lack of understanding the basics of clicker training I had “taught” Bogart to come to front, sit, bark and get a cookie.  He NEVER forgot that early lesson.  His weave command was “shut up weave” since often he proved that he could not weave and bark at the same time.


The second best thing in Bogart’s life was cookies!  I think Bogart could hear the cookie jar being opened or the cheese drawer sliding out from a 1/4 mile away.  He had a great sit and wave for any treat.

Bogart was willing to try just about anything.  He competed in flyball, obedience, rally and agility.  He tried herding and dock diving too.  His favorite activities were chasing his tennis ball and the flying squirrel. Oh and he was a master at eating a frozen kong the fastest of all my dogs.


Bogart stuck with me for 13 years, living in Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut and New Jersey.  He was there through my hysterectomy, being my recovery dog.  He was there for my 40th birthday and a few more since then:)

My first blue ribbon, first agility titles, first flyball titles, first MACH points, first agility camp (in Ohio), first dreams of being a competitor, first Regionals, first Nationals, first day of opening the doors at Flying High Agility, and first Gold medal were all with Bogart.  It is because of Bogart I sought out Chris Ott and Speedoggie, with Chris becoming a dear friend and coach who helped make us all that we could be.



My love of dogs and all they power that have in our lives was brought to the forefront with Bogart.

Always my co-pilot Bogart would sit up with me for long those Sunday night drives home from Canada; Stowe, VT; Aston, PA; Syracuse, NY; Maryland; New Hampshire; Chicago, IL; Minnesota; agility camps; and many, many lessons in Jackson, NJ.  He was there for those old days when we pulled up to agility and pitched a tent (he loved to open the tent and run around on his own in the early mornings), then a pop-up and finally an RV.  I’ll miss grabbing Bogart for a quick trip to the bank (they gave out cookies you know), Dunkin Donuts (they gave ham) or anywhere I had errands.  He learned to dislike drive-up ATM’s and I carried a container of treats to give him for those occasions.

Bogart was a great schooling dog, running with many students in classes and competitions.  He was the “first Border Collie I ran” for many and he loved it all; mainly because he got extra special cookies at the end.  Bogart helped my niece, Kate Barbeau, learn agility and he loved his auntie Jen and the great treats she had.

Bogart loved the day when Craig and Kathy Chittenden came to a NADAC trial I was hosting and talked me into moving my trials to Sugar Bush Farm.  He loved their farm and their pond!

We did lots of fun stuff too like hiking, swimming, running on the beach, chasing sea gulls, working in the yard and snuggling up to watch movies and eat popcorn.  Bogart had is own backpack.

I thank Bogart for making me part of his life and changing mine in so many ways.  Perhaps his biggest gift to me was teaching me about patience.  I have none but when it comes to training and working with my dogs Bogart taught me that all good things come to those who wait.  He was 8 when we won that gold medal!


My favorite memory of Bogart is when I was doing an agility demonstration at the Adams Agricultural Fair in Massachusetts several years ago.  Bogart loved demos and his vibrant barking and antics always drew a big crowd.  I’d always pick a couple of kids, give them a few good cookies and let them “run” Bogart on a small course.  On this day the crowd was about three deep and Bug and I were doing jump, tunnel, jump, weave in a small oval.  I’d given my pitch about training and developing a great relationship with your dog and importance that relationship has when the leash and collar come off and you ask your dog to step to the line, focus on you and play agility.  Bogart started the course barking, took the jump, came out of the tunnel, jumped in the audience and stole a kid’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich from his hand, swallowed it whole, took the next jump and finished the weaves.  The crowd clapped and cheered.  That’s my boy!

Wait for me at the Bridge and enjoy your time with Jewel and all your friends.  Until we meet again your voice will always echo in my ears.