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Agility can be confusing, to say the least....especially if you're competing.
Do you admit you're IN IT TO WIN?
Or do you say that you're training (and competing) JUST FOR FUN? How do you mentally prepare for an agility trial? What do you think about - winning? and/or fun?? (Because you can't deny that winning is fun...)<br />
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I think agility is a good way to discover the wonder and glory of teamwork with a dog. And entering a trial is a way to share your discovery. <br />
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Maybe we don't need to think of WINNING and/or JUST HAVING FUN.
It's not always easy to develop and maintain the kind of 'mental game' needed for either one of those goals. Sometimes we have physical limitations or family concerns. We don't always feel graceful. We don't always feel fun. <br />
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So maybe we can try to focus our mental game on SHARING.
Our goal can be to simply share the beauty of our teamwork...AS IS. Because it's a beautiful thing - warts and all. Think about it! We have worked with our dogs enough to build this beautiful ability to get through an agility course as a team. <strong>A.maz.ing.</strong> <br />
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Even if you get clumsy and your dog drops a bar, or you don't run fast enough to prevent an off-course, you're still a TEAM. <em>
You were golden before you even stepped up to the start line.</em> Why worry about winning? Instead, concentrate on your partnership with your dog. Think about how lucky you are to be at the start line, and then go play for a minute. <br />
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Another nice thing to think about - you can always BRING HOME COOL STUFF from an agility trial, without any ribbons or qualifying runs.
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If you keep your eyes and ears open, if you figure out how to relax and listen while you "hurry up and wait", if you're willing to share the glory of your team, if you're willing to learn from the glory of the teams around you.....you get cool stuff.
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A few examples:
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1) Funny stories
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2) Training ideas (you'll see some amazing runs!)
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3) Smooth dance moves from a walk-thru flash mob
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4) The brand name of a great folding chair <br />
5) The chance to hold a new puppy (or a smiling baby!)
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6) Laughter
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7) Love<br />
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And for more totally cool thoughts on the mental game, check out <br />
<a href="http://dogagilityblogevents.wordpress.com/the-mental-game/" target="_blank">http://dogagilityblogevents.wordpress.com/the-mental-game/</a><br />
You'll be glad you did!Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-32516659765796385872013-09-04T13:20:00.001-07:002013-09-05T17:23:09.222-07:00on AGE and MOVING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When we found Keeper at the dog pound, she was just a little bipster. <br />
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A sweet pup, she wanted (needed!) to PLAY, PLAY, PLAY. She was my first border collie (at least "mostly BC"), and she taught me a thing or two. <br />
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I was already firmly into my 50's when Keeper showed up. On my 50th birthday I had happened to hear a series of "centenarian" interviews on the radio. The interviewer asked several 100plus-year-olds how they made it that far. <br />
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The answer that stuck with me came from a lady who was 104. She said, <br />
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<em><strong>"It's easy. Just keep moving."</strong></em><br />
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That seemed a little more do-able than "Drink whiskey with every meal." (Although I did feel strong admiration for that old fellow...)<br />
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So when I was fifty, I decided to <em>move</em>. (Honestly, the only time I felt OLD on a birthday was when I turned 25. At the time, I just <em>knew</em> that was the beginning of the end. Ha!) <br />
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By the time Keeper was 1-year-old, we had discovered agility and she was teaching me what the word MOVING <em>really</em> means. <br />
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By the time she was 2, we were competing in Performance classes at USDAA trials. She's a big girl, with straight-ish shoulders and whompy hips, and I decided before we even started competing not to jump her at 26 inches. <br />
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Part of that reasoning came from knowing my own limitations. <em>By the time you make it to your fifties, you realize that taking care of your body will buy you more mileage.</em> If you're put together too awkwardly to sprint, try jogging. If your dog is put together too awkwardly to jump high, try jumping her lower. <br />
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I didn't want my sweet Keeper to get hurt just because <em>I</em> wanted to be in the Championship classes. So we did the next best thing....Performance, at 22. <br />
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Still....once in a great while I'd slip her into an AKC class, and jump her at 24. Those competitive feelings are difficult to deny. <br />
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She was a great first agility dog. Willing, reasonably speedy, and with a heart of gold. She was that mixture of "tight" and "drivey" that everyone wants. As long as I was watching her, she cleared jumps easily. When my attention wandered, she knocked bars. She and I were head-over-heels in love.<br />
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She did well, for a dog that didn't trial much. She got a few AKC titles, and a whole slew of USDAA titles. Over the years we made it into Regionals finals, into the Nationals, and onto a few USDAA Top Ten lists.<br />
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And she talked me into getting another dog. A Border Collie, of course. :-)<br />
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Keeper was retired one snooker-superQ short of her PDCH. She let me know it was time when she started getting up stiff and sore from her naps after agility practice. <br />
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I never gave her Rimadyl or any other drug to try to get her through practice or through a trial. <em>I</em> took plenty of Advil at trials, but I long ago decided not to show <em>any</em> animal with a drug masking its pain, therefore masking its ability to favor a leg if need be. (In my youth I watched plenty of competitive horse people go that route...and, in my humble opinion, it's not a good route to take.) <br />
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The jump heights had something to do with her retirement from agility. But it was the A-frame that really got to her. She had a tendency to hit that steep up-contact with gusto. It was hard on her front legs. Although I tried to figure out a way to soften her approach...I tried too little, too late. She developed arthritis in her "wrists" and started showing stiffness after a series of training sessions. We trained less. We trialed less. And, after winding down her agility activity to No More, she was retired in 2010. The same year I turned 60.<br />
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If I could figure out how to explain to a dog why he's being given a painkiller to run as fast as possible at a competition....and then figure out how to explain later why he is so stiff and sore...maybe I would've kept competing with Keeper. She was that good. But. What do you do, hold up the blue ribbons and say, "See? This is why!"? Is there <em>any</em> dog that would understand that? Nope. <br />
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If carefully calibrated warm-ups, cool-downs, and massages can't get your dog through low-jump training sessions and/or trialing, then it's time for him to retire. <br />
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We all know that animals don't care about certificates and titles, so many of us say that we don't care about them either. Ha ha ha...but I DO care! Or I wouldn't be competing at all! I'd become a worker bee, and just hang around the trials and watch these beautiful teams run. (In fact, that may be exactly what I do, when it's time for me to retire from agility....)<br />
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I'll admit it is <em>damn</em> difficult to give up a run for a title when you're so close to it.... <br />
But you've got to watch your teammates, and take extra special care of them. <em>You're the one in charge. They're the ones unwittingly putting their retirement years on the line.</em> <br />
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Dogs live IN THE MOMENT. You don't want their old-age moments to be any more painful than they would be naturally. You want your dogs to have active, healthy lives...but you don't want them to hurt in old age any more than <em>you</em> want to hurt in old age.<br />
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The advantage you have is that you can picture the future, and make reasonable choices. Your teammate just follows your lead. If you have a teammate like Keeper...she will follow you to the ends of the earth and beyond.<br />
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So I bear that in mind, while I try to play this wonderful game of agility. I try to figure out what it means to age gracefully. While I deal with my own injuries, I plan how to keep my teammates fit and happy.<br />
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Keeper taught me a lot about patience, about enjoying each present day of my life, and about planning for the future. She is happily retired. She doesn't move like she used to, but she moves pretty well. We enjoy daily walks and occasional hikes. We play controlled games like "find it" and "wait/fetch." We enjoy each other's company. <br /> I take her out to the agility field once in a while, and we play on a "jumpers" course, with the bars set on the ground. She loves it.
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In the meantime, Riff and I are learning how to be a good agility team.<br />
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He is teaching me what MOVING <em>really</em> REALLY means. <br />
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Sometimes drinking whiskey all day doesn't sound so bad. <br />
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PS. Want to read more blogs about Agility and Aging? Look here: <a href="http://dogagilityblogevents.wordpress.com/aging/">http://dogagilityblogevents.wordpress.com/aging/</a><br />
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<br />Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-18182653615902330402013-07-18T17:28:00.003-07:002013-07-19T15:21:28.875-07:00On Good Days...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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...even the clouds are beautiful! <br />
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This photo was taken during my drive home from agility practice on Tuesday. The clouds had silver linings, and my heart felt full of happiness. Good days are just darn <em>nice</em>! Riff was great at practice. Although <em>I</em> made plenty of mistakes, it didn't bother me. I'll always have room for improvement, and on good days that seems like a good thing. What better way is there to learn? <br />
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This feeling of joy started as a little seedling at the July 4th Bay Team USDAA trial in Prunedale. I was a goofy mess, getting ready for that show. For two days, as I checked my camping supply lists and readied the van, my thoughts circled around the vortex-phrase "I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go." The local weather was wickedly hot. My back hurt, my knees hurt, I didn't want to drive that far by myself, and the friends I'd planned on meeting weren't able to go.<br />
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The deck seemed stacked against having fun. My husband said, more than once: "You know you don't have to go if you don't want to." Riff and I were getting along great at the practice field, and our last trial (at the end of May) went well...but I was stuck on the idea that trialing is strictly for the Handler, rather than the Dog, and that trials are too risky.<br />
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Still.....I wanted to share the joy Riff and I have had recently at the practice field. So I decided to throw away all the negative thoughts I had about Prunedale, and Just <em>Go</em>. Call it an adventure. Prove to myself that I CAN drive south for three-to-four hours, and then set up camp and stay in my van for three good nights. <br />
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The weather in Prunedale was great (coooool). Lots of slow traffic on the drive down, but I had mix CDs from my oldest son, so sang my way through the boring bits. (Which I could never do if I was with anyone else, since my singing is...um...painful.)<br />
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The lovely Camping Czar gave us a terrific spot near the Starters/Advanced ring. Set-up was easy (I'd already arranged my cot, Riff's big bed, and the ice chest in the van). I used a photography drop-cloth stand to hold my shade up. Thank god I remembered to bring clips this time. I had screens for all my windows, and plenty of air circulation in the van. The camping part was quite nice, as it ended out. The trial was on the small side, and everyone was friendly. My cot was comfortable for reading. (Honestly, I'm happy just about anywhere, if I have a good book to read.) There were good trails for dog walks, and a nice exercise field. A great neighbor shared some "aged grape juice," and the Czar invited me to dinner in her RV. Sweet. Even though we had a couple of nights of fireworks noise from the valley, Riff and I slept pretty well. <br />
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My goal was to be proud of my dog as we went to the start-line, because just getting to the USDAA Advanced class start-line is a terrific accomplishment in-and-of-itself. Out of ten classes, I reached my goal ten times.<br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">:-)</span></strong> <br />
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I was determined to FOCUS on each obstacle during my walk-thrus and runs. I still got lost in one class. And in another I had a twitchy mental moment during my lead-out. Riff pushed off early, dropped the first bar, then leaped the A-frame down contact. Oops. Done. (Breeeeathe.....) But it really does help to stay focused! I was also determined to help Riff as much as he needed at each and every obstacle. Treat him like a baby dog. He's not a baby anymore, at 4.5 years old...but he's had very little trialing experience. It worked. <br />
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Riff enjoyed seven qualifying runs out of ten classes. He won four firsts, two seconds and a third. Wowsers! He was even well-behaved when we ran Advanced Pairs with Liza and Monty. Niiiice. Riff won his Advanced Agility Dog title and now qualifies for all Masters classes. <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Good boy!!</span></strong><br />
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Are we going to the SMART trial this weekend? Nope. We're leaving the following Wednesday to visit family in the San Diego area, and that's enough traveling for the four of us this month. Jeff made reservations at a couple of dog-friendly places near the beach. Yippee! We get to stay in motels! Swanky. <br />
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I think the next USDAA option for Riff might be the Regionals, in Prunedale over the Labor Day weekend. But...that's a big five-ring circus. Are we ready to tackle Regionals as our first trial at the Masters level? Argh! Maybe not. Oh, well. Doesn't matter. It's still a good day. Yay! <br />
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Ever onward....Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-73073796748089996802013-07-15T13:10:00.000-07:002013-07-15T16:16:42.510-07:00Polarization (plus A Few Thoughts on Stalking)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Riff likes to get through the weave poles as quickly as possible. He puts his nose down and reaches ahead with his front feet, as far as he can, while staying as close to the middle of the line as possible. His tail looks like a rudder, curling around the path he's taken, fluffing the air after he cuts through it. Once he's entered correctly, Riff has great weaves. I can get as far lateral as I need to, and he stays in. And he's <em>quick</em>. Good boy, Riffle!<br />
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We started with the 2X2 method of training, then segued into using a few channel weaves, along with a few runs through "caged" poles (a set of weaves with full-sized guides around them). We also tried putting cable guides on the first couple of gates, before going back to 2X2 exercises to polish up his entry. I really like the fact that Riff has always looked for his reward on the line, somewhere beyond that last pole - credit goes to Susan Garrett's Weave Training DVD and her 2X2 advice. Riff is crazy about toys, so seeing that floppy old toy thrown down on the line is his idea of heaven on earth. Garrett emphasizes that the toy needs to be ON THE LINE, so I had to find a toy that landed instead of bounced. And I had to practice toy-tossing for a while, because I throw like a girl. (Wait, did I just say that??! Erase, erase!) It was worth every moment. Riff stays in those poles, and travels smack dab down the middle of the road. It was the entries that set us back for a while. But we seem to have corrected those, too. (Yay!) (Knock on wood...) Practice makes perfect!<br />
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I wish we had a fix-it DVD we could hand to some of our countrymen Down South. I am a Californian, but both of my parents were from Louisiana, so I used to spend a fair amount of time in the South. I heard "Bless your little pea-pickin' heart" countless times in my youth, among many other Southern sayings. I remember being "hit up the side of the head" by one of my aunts, for using the word Negro, when I was seven. She then taught me the "right" word. Back home, at our grammar school in California, I was "rapped on the knuckles with a ruler" for using the N word during my "What I did this summer" speech. The world can be incredibly confusing, when you're seven years old. Or thirty-seven. Or even sixty-seven. <br />
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I wish the jury had found Zimmerman guilty...at the very least, of manslaughter. He was guilty the moment he checked his gun then got out of his car and started following that young boy, against the advice of the 911 operator. Acquitting him will polarize our country even more than it already is. Life is very different in the Southern states. Anyone who says "Jim Crow is dead" has not spent time in the deep South. <br />
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One day, a little while after Zimmerman shot the unarmed teenager named Trayvon, I was driving home behind a white SUV-type vehicle. When the SUV turned left onto my street, I looked at the long line of oncoming traffic and judged that I had enough time to also make the turn. I followed the SUV somewhat closely through the turn...and then it suddenly stopped dead in the middle of the street. I stopped too, no problem. No screeching of brakes. Easy stop. I was just happy that the tail-end of my van wasn't still on the busy cross-street. As the SUV crept forward, I decided he must be lost, or looking for a specific address. I waited, driving ever-so-slowly behind him. When he stopped again, I carefully went around him. As I went around, the SUV driver honked his horn. I thought maybe he was picking someone up. <br />
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I drove on, but the SUV settled in right behind me, on my bumper. I started to get nervous, he was tail-gating so closely. I continued to drive - slowly, inviting him to go around me - a half-mile up the street toward my house. On a hunch, I turned on one of the streets prior to reaching my house. I turned left. So did he. I turned right. So did he. He was obviously following me. My thought: "Is he trying to find out where I live? Why? What's wrong with that guy? What's he trying to do?" My blood pressure went up about a million points. So I sped up and tried to lose him. He sped up and stayed right behind me, through several semi-wild turns. It was like a movie, except I was driving a mom-mobile mini-van, and feeling decidedly unsafe. "What does he want? What is he trying to do?" Finally I thought I'd lost him. Just in case, I pulled over to look for the cellphone in my bag. (Note to self: Leave your cellphone on your console, where it is handy to reach in emergencies.) I speed-dialed my husband, who was expecting me home. I thought Jeff could give me advice on what to do next. At that point the white SUV showed up, coming around the corner like a shark from Jaws. The SUV driver pulled up, penning me next to the curb, and rolled down his window. My window was already down, as it had been during my drive home. My first thought: "Does he have a gun? Should I duck?" The SUV driver was a middle-aged white man, with a crew cut. He leaned out of his window and cursed me loudly, and at length. He said "I know you're one of those rich fuckers from up the hill, you think you can do whatever the hell you want, like following people too close. Where do you live? I'm gonna find out where you live, you fucking bitch." He said he needed to watch me. He said me that it was his job - HIS JOB - to protect "the flats" neighborhood from "rich assholes on the hill." It was his DUTY to watch the neighborhood, and to PROTECT THE NEIGHBORHOOD from people like me. <br />
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All my Trayvon bells were going off and I didn't know what to do. I was absolutely panicked, and I started crying. Such a girly moment! (There it is again...) I was crying so hard that Jeff couldn't understand what I was saying on the phone. He understood just enough to say "I'm calling the police." So I told the SUV driver, through my tears: "I'm talking to the police," and the driver laughed and said "And I'm gonna make sure they arrest your ass." And I said, "You're stalking me, you're scaring me, and you're stalking me, and I'm reporting you." Jeff heard me say these things. The man heard me too. He cursed loudly, "I'm not stalking you, you dumb bitch!" and then drove away with a squeal of tires. I sat by the side of the road for a few moments, to stop crying enough to drive home. Jeff tried to find out exactly where I was, so he could come get me, but I said "I'm a big girl, I can get home." (Girls can do anything!) But I kept watching my rearview mirror. <br />
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I watched that mirror for many, many weeks after the incident. Every time I saw a similar SUV, I felt nervous. I was worried about being seen leaving my driveway. If a white SUV drove up behind me anywhere in the neighborhood, I worried about driving home. I didn't want that man to know where I live. It took me quite a while to get over it. <br />
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In retrospect, I should've driven straight to the police department, instead of trying to go home. I should've called 911 instead of driving around like an idiot. I wasn't thinking clearly, because I was scared. I'm a mature woman. I've seen a lot during my life, but I was really scared. Can you imagine how that young black boy felt with Zimmerman following him? I did actually leave a report with the police, but I doubt they did anything. Police are fine, as a general rule, but they have their priorities. Some nervous older lady who was followed for ten minutes by a white guy in an SUV is not at the top of their list. <br />
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The point of the story is that there really <em>are</em> vigilantes out there, and they are frightening. We have one - somewhere - in our own neighborhood. "It's my JOB," he said. His job is to scare the hell out of a lady who drove her van a little too close behind his SUV while making a turn?<br />
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People don't seem to know how to compromise anymore. EVERYONE makes mistakes. We need to practice compassion. We need to figure out how to talk to one another with an open mind, and with understanding and forgiveness in our hearts. We need to try to help one another be NICE. <br />
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Sometimes it's difficult to know what to do, because the world can be far too complex and confusing. But I still think that if we look for a way to be helpful instead of vengeful, that the world would be a much better place. I think the path to kindness is through education. We need to keep learning - wherever we are, whatever we're doing. We need to try to keep our hearts open. <br />
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So I don't know what's going to happen, in the wake of the Zimmerman verdict. I am dismayed, because he got off scot-free. It seems to me that vigilantes (who seem to be geared toward self-absorbed righteous indignation and thoughtless revenge) should not be allowed to roam neighborhoods with weapons (be they loaded guns or big SUVs), looking for trouble. <br />
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No one should ever stalk another person, simply because they "look suspicious," or because they made a harmless mistake while driving. It seems to me that the Zimmerman verdict may give a lot of vigilante-types a big green light. I hope I'm wrong. Being stalked is a frightening experience. <br />
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I try to keep my heart open. Understand we all make mistakes. Understand we all have a lot to learn. Try to be nice. Give each other space. Allow each other basic freedoms. Give each other a little understanding. <br />
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The world is not a black and white place. It's filled with color. Beautiful, beautiful colors and textures. Look around you. Beauty is everywhere. <br />
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Try to be kind. Practice patience. Practice peace. <br />
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<br />Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-73958991999415034382013-06-24T22:46:00.002-07:002013-06-24T22:53:45.096-07:00Practicing / TrialingRiff and I love to practice agility. It's fun to run through the world together. We love the green grass and blue sky...and the sheer challenge of taking obstacles. Whenever I'm at an agility field, I feel like I'm in the right place at the right time. That can be a mighty rare feeling on this earth, and it's magical. Riff and Keeper seem to agree.<br />
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Practicing a short sequence of obstacles is as much fun as running a longer course. Actually I think shorter sequences are <em>more</em> fun. Riff and I really enjoy "going back to basics." We like bursts of speed, and the can-do moments. We love figuring out how to get through a "tricky bit" by working a few obstacles, then stopping for treats or tug-toys or doggy hugs. FUN FUN FUN! Sometimes I think we'd be perfectly happy just practicing. Our sessions keep his active border-collie brain engaged, and give both of us an avenue toward staying healthy. Exercise! Woohooooo! <br />
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Then the deadline for an agility trial approaches, and I'm back to making the choice. Go? Or...not? <br />
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It's no secret that I worry about competition. My tummy gets funny. I start chewing my nails. I wonder if we're ready. Jeez. Are we ever really ready? I wonder if I really want to drive all that way, and spend all that money. Sleep in the van or rent a room. Deal with crowds. (At heart I'm an old fuddy-duddy homebody.) <br />
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And then there's this issue: Are agility trials too dangerous for dogs? Watching some of the videos online gives me pause. It's easy to see that agility CAN be dangerous. Sometimes an agility accident is obviously bad luck. But sometimes your dog will crash into a jump or fall off the dog-walk because you were reckless. Maybe you were running as fast as possible in order to win, in spite of obvious risks. Maybe the grass was too wet. Maybe you yelled at the wrong time, or swung your arm up too far or too quickly, or turned your shoulders too soon. These things happen to the best of us, and we continually - always and forever - learn from our mistakes. Hopefully, please! not at the expense of our precious dogs. We quickly realize that we should <em>never</em> let the idea of a blue ribbon sweep away our caring, well-thought-out, and often-practiced approach to an obstacle. <br />
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Hmm. Remembering accidents. Feeling sore. Thinking about how much I enjoy winning. Worrying. Do Riff and I <u>really</u> need to go to another agility trial? Ever again? Is the expense and effort worth it? Is the risk worth it?<br />
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This morning I read a Georgia O'Keeffe quote that someone posted on Facebook: <br />
<span class="userContent"><em>“Whether you succeed or not is irrelevant, there is no such thing. Making your unknown known is the important thing.”</em> </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">Since I don't know the context of that quote, I can only guess what O'Keeffe was thinking about. </span><br />
<span class="userContent">From what little I know about her, she just wanted to stay at her home in the desert in New Mexico, painting sensuous flowers and animal skulls. Popularity and paid commissions were not important to her. She thought of those goals as fleeting concepts, at best. But seeing and recognizing beautiful moments in the world around her was important. And, by painting those moments, she helped other people share the beauty she found. THAT was important. </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">So now I'm thinking that one big reason we compete with our dogs at agility trials is to give other dog lovers a chance to appreciate our team work. If I didn't bring Riff to the public setting of a trial, very few people would be able to enjoy how prettily he jumps. </span><span class="userContent">Another reason to go to a trial is to watch how prettily other dogs jump. You can't fully appreciate it through videos. You need to be there, with the grass beneath your feet and the sun warming your back. </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">In the long run, it doesn't matter if we win or lose. Do we even remember which team won the 22" Masters Standard class on March __, 2013? Do we remember how many yards-per-second that dog ran? Nope and Nope. </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">What DO we remember about that trial? </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">We were out at a beautiful agility field with a bunch of friends, enjoying our dogs. We saw some great teams. We felt like a great team, for whole moments at a time...and some of those moment were even nicely strung together! We hugged friends and played with dogs. We laughed. </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">What's important to us? Yeah! Okay! </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">So... ..... .....following that line of thought....</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">At the next trial we'll walk to the start-line filled with pride because we've already accomplished much, just getting to the start-line. We've worked hard, played hard, and we've become a unique team, with a unique perspective. We're like one of Georgia O'Keeffe's many paintings. While at the start-line we are sharing a glimpse of something beautiful. <em>We're sharing the happiness we found at every practice session.</em> We're letting the unknown be known. </span>What could be <span class="userContent">better? </span><br />
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It's been a while since I've been able to take a photo of four USDAA 1st-place Q ribbons. Good boy, Mr. Riffle! After all the set-backs, we're starting to click as a team. Sweet! <br />
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These Advanced level ribbons were earned at the Bay Team trial last weekend in Petaluma, after Riff and I finally got that last Starter's Standard leg for our AD title. I didn't pick up his ribbons, but stole these from Keeper's bulletin board, just to take a picture. (Winning has been a rare occurrence. Maybe I should keep track of these moments?)<br />
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The BEST PART of the weekend, by far, was the encouragement we received from some onlookers. We heard clapping and yelling! People said "beautiful run" and gave us high-fives. <br />
<em>Very</em> kind. Maybe it's the old theatre-girl in me, but that encouragement goes a long way toward keeping my "handler motivation" in gear. <br />
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People love smiles and encouragement just as much as their dogs do. <br />
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Putting up a theatrical production is a lot of work. Usually about three-to-six-weeks of rehearsals, then another three-to-six weeks of performances. Working a production can be a solid three-month commitment - and that doesn't begin to count all the time you spend at home, memorizing lines and blocking (as an actor) or preparing paperwork and/or plans (as a stage manager or director). It doesn't count the years you spend in classes, and/or working backstage jobs, building your resume. Theatre people do all of that for the energy coming from the audience, and for the applause at the end of an evening. That is our Big Reward. Some plays are good, some not so good. But the mere possibility of positive feedback from an audience keeps us going. (And yes, there is money involved - for the union folks - but it pales in comparison...)<br />
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Agility takes a lot of commitment, too. And a LOT of practice. Most of the agility people I know love to learn, which seems to be the key to their success. <br />
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Agility people learn, all day every day, from dogs. Our dogs teach us much, if we pay attention. We also learn by taking lessons from professionals. We watch YouTube videos on-line, read training books, go to seminars, try to keep our memories sharp, and study. Study, study, study. Practice, practice, practice. <br />
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We learn from our mistakes. We probably learn more from our mistakes than anything else. (But that's the hidden beauty of making them. Mistakes are worth their weight in gold.) <br />
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We do our best to stay fit, too, so we can keep up with our dogs on the agility course. (For some of us, that's a huge part of the challenge...!) <br />
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This agility life-style has its ups and downs. "Clapping onlookers" is Up. "Injury" is Down. There are <em>many</em> kinds of Ups and Downs in agility, but it usually works out to Good Times, in the long run. <br />
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Up and down, and round and around we go....experiencing ripples and waves of satisfaction and fun....learning something new every day....with smiles and words of encouragement keeping us afloat. <br />
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So. Yeah. Ever Onward...!<br />
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<br />Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-5759275945267395012013-05-29T15:30:00.001-07:002013-05-30T11:41:44.792-07:00One of Riff's Tricks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This trick is all about Patience. I saw a video on FB, and decided this would be a good thing for Riff to learn. He's so FAST all the time, and all-too-quick to react. Sometimes he's moving so quickly he forgets to think. This is a great trick for asking your dog to slow down and think.<br />
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Interestingly enough, it's also a great trick for practicing PATIENCE. You need to be patient, while you're teaching your dog to think about it. The only way this trick really works is if you dog is happy to do it. Riff enjoys this trick, and I'm grateful for it. Each step was a lesson in patience for me. It surprised me, how much patience (and time) it took. (For instance: the first step was "do not chew up the rings.")<br />
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Now we've got it down to where I keep this little toy in the car, and pull it out wherever we go. He learned this trick in our living room, and it was challenging to move it out into "the world." Now he can do it anywhere. At an agility trial, in the park, on a sidewalk, in a mall. And the whole time I was teaching him, he was teaching me.... <br />
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Some people say that if they had to describe "love" using only one word, it would be "patience."<br />
Interesting thought. <br />
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<br />Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-20344958831726458292013-05-15T13:15:00.003-07:002013-05-15T16:29:12.124-07:00Keeping Hope Alive<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lovin' this little cartoon, because this is me on the agility field, thinking...WOW! when my dog handling is actually more along the lines of O-K-A-A-A-Y. But you know what? No problem!<br />
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We each get what we want out of the game. Headaches and heartaches? Well, yes. Those arrive in droves, whether you want them or not. You can't help but notice that you're not making it all the way through the agility course during your group lessons. Like...ever (at least not for several weeks). You can't help but notice how many classes you've entered at trials, compared to how many qualifying runs you've earned (a lot - a little). <br />
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This "comparative pain" is exacerbated if most of the teams in your class are Masters Level and Red Hot. It's exacerbated if you read a lot of FB posts from dog agility people. So many handlers boast (understandably) about how quickly their 1.5 year-old pup zipped through the ranks of Starters and Advanced and into MASTERS. (You virtually "celebrate" with them, while you lean over to pet your 4.5 year-old Starters dog....) You love keeping up with your FB friends, and you LOVE watching those cool videos, but you have to remember: <br />
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<em>Agility is Not An Easy Game. </em><br />
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<em>Everyone makes progress at their own pace. </em><br />
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<em>As long as your dog is having a healthy, happy Good Time...all is well.</em><br />
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So. Yeah. Here I am, zooming through my sixties (graying hair, bad knees, tweaky back, tired all the time) and still determined to see the Happiness. I am not alone. There are plenty of old-and-olders out there, enjoying the heck out of agility. We like the thrill of a good run, even if our achievements are comparatively small. <br />
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We can feel it even if we're laying on our backs looking up at a beautiful blue sky, realizing - once again - that being alive and in one piece is a gift from the gods. (That was me, a couple of weeks ago, after Riff collided hard with the back of my right knee. Damn! For a split second I thought I could stay upright.... ..... ....but then my old body folded and flipped like a pancake. Riff was fine, thank heavens!) <br />
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We're all different. We march through life at different rates, for different reasons. I don't actually know what other people are going through when they're working with their dogs. I watch the handlers in my class and at trials...(I love cheering them on because it's fun to clap and yell)....but I don't <em>really</em> know what's happening in their heart of hearts, or what kind of effort it takes for them to be out on the agility field. Are they fighting the black pit of depression? Is that creepy Mr. Ego beating them up? Are they distracted by family issues? physical pain? ADHD? broken bifocals?<br />
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Our dogs are all different, too. Training my young dog has been very different from my experience with my older dog. It has been much more challenging, for many reasons...but I keep at it. Ever onward!!! Am I suffering from some sort of age-related dementia? If so, please don't tell me. Not just yet. Because whatever it is - <em>wherever</em> this glimmer of dog agility HOPE comes from - I want to hang on to it for as long as I can. <br />
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<strong>PS.....A heartfelt THANK YOU!!!!</strong> to the group of ladies at the Dixon USDAA trial who cheered <em>loudly</em> when Riff and I got through a qualifying run on a tough Team Jumpers course. Usually after our runs I concentrate on finding Riff's toy quickly, so we can go play tug. I don't often hear crowd reaction...but I sure heard you!! What a super-lovely surprise. (We won third place! After not qualifying in <em>any</em> of the other team classes - although, in Riff's defense, we had some wonderful moments...) <br />
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<strong><em>To the Cheering Ladies:</em> you made my day. THANK YOU!!</strong> <br />
<br />Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-88054143547182302762013-05-12T11:19:00.000-07:002013-05-12T12:32:09.010-07:00One Way to Renew Your Faith in The Human RaceThey said 9,500 people showed up for The Human Race yesterday - 1,000 more than last year. The Human Race is Sonoma County's premiere fund-raising effort for non-profits of all kinds. My son and I were volunteer workers this year. We were given the assignment "course monitors," and our specific job was to make sure the 10K runners took the correct route through a confusing little section of dog-leg turns, about 2.5 miles out from the start line. <br />
It was beautiful. Perfect weather (foggy, then sunny), wonderful people. It was lovely out in the quiet of Spring Lake Park, close to Annadel. We missed most of the big costumed groups, because they stuck to the 3K route. We missed the pancake breakfast and the big crowds and all the booths and the live band...but we got to soak in Mother Nature - the best show on earth! <br />
Wearing my bright yellow volunteer T-shirt, I stood at my little intersection of paths, jumping up and down and cheering people on for over two hours. Almost lost my voice. (Hey, I could make the serious runners smile - not an easy feat!) I got to meet babies in strollers, and an 85-year-old man who was walking so fast he was almost jogging. He had the biggest smile you ever saw. All kinds of folks of every age and shape tackled the 10K. I heard plenty of different languages, too. I got to play with a gaggle of Canine Companion puppies, and say Hi! to a bunch of silly mutts and a couple of friendly pitties. EVERYONE WAS SMILING!<br />
And I could see my very quiet young son, over at his intersection, clapping and smiling and waving. He was even chatting with a lot of folks. The whole experience was terrific. LOVED IT!<br />
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<br />Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-66174876071060300962013-05-10T18:24:00.004-07:002013-05-10T19:08:25.747-07:00To Trial or Not To Trial<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes I hear agility folks say, "We do this just for fun." Or "It's all about having fun." And I agree! I've said these things myself. <br />
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How many times has my Goal for the Weekend been: HAVE FUN!? Many. It's a darn good goal. Something we can reach. A positive outcome. Encouraging results. <br />
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Other goals have been: A solid start-line for at least one class. A smile. A wag. A good weave entry. No ants in the tent. Etc. Etc. These are all terrific goals.<br />
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But I must admit that I ask myself from time to time: Do I <em>really</em> want to keep showing this dog? <br />
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<strong>Why do we take our dogs to agility trials?</strong><br />
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Everyone (nearly everyone) says IT'S FOR FUN. A few of us admit we're there because we want to win a title. We're competitive. We want to win - and not just a title...we want first place! (Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh.....) <br />
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I once had a team partner repeatedly insist to me that she was not the least bit competitive. But then she told me all the titles her dog had, and admitted that she went to an agility trial "at least three weekends every month, all year long." Now ask yourself....is that competitive? Or not? <br />
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I'll be the first to admit that I have a competitive streak about a mile wide. Yet at the same time, I Don't Care About Titles. (I just like winning.) So I can kinda understand why my teammate said she wasn't competitive. <br />
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But I still don't believe her. <br />
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Anyone who (without being asked) rattles off all the titles they've won lately has just a wee bit of the competitor in them, wouldn't you say? Anyone who goes to trials nearly every weekend of the year is definitely a competitor. Plain and simple. They like winning. They like achieving qualifying runs and titles....if nothing else. <br />
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Are you REALLY running just for fun? Are you REALLY there because you just want to play with your dog? I don't think so. <br />
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If you just want to play with your dog, you can go out to the beach and toss toys, or teach him a bunch of really cool tricks. Your dog will be completely happy, and it's a lot safer. <br />
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Riff and I have not been trialing much in the last couple of years. There are many reasons for that - chief among them the knee thing, followed by the back injury, and then the broken arm....(and the fact that his start-line was broken for a good long while, then his weave-entry). <br />
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But a lot of people - many competitors, young and old - rise above such paltry physical set-backs. I mean, I've seen people in wheelchairs showing their dogs on the agility field. I've seen 90-year-old women tottering about with huge smiles and qualifying runs. One of my classmates is 76, and she's got a darn-good dog with a string of titles after his name, and no end of enthusiasm. (Although I did hear her say, the other day, that this 6-year old Aussie is her last agility dog. NOTE: She started training him when she was about 70 years old.) <br />
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People say it's good to have a goal - and a championship title is a very defined goal. A good goal. It's an achievement that takes a lot of work, a lot of practice, and a measure of luck. It's totally worth the effort. <br />
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BUT. Titles and ribbons have lost their shine for me lately. They seem to represent Fleeting Joy. Which, if you think about it, is a hella-lot better than No Joy. BUT. <br />
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What's wrong with me? I haven't been entering trials. Because of injuries, I tell myself. Hmmmm. Some of it has to do with the pocketbook. (Yes - definitely and sadly true.) Some of it has to do with....um....what else, exactly? I can't say. I wish I could. If this stutter...if these dragging feet....if this whatever this is were identifiable, maybe I could banish it and get back to trialing. <br />
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And while I wonder, and still feel hesitant, I look at my Bay Team Certificates, which have been sitting on my desk for a couple of months. I was an All-Day Worker for these. Primarily because I love watching agility...but also because I want to be able to afford trial entries. I want to show everyone how well my sweet Riff is doing. He's a good dog! <br />
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And that's ANOTHER REASON! "Everyone." All those whacky dog people that I know and love so well. Where am I going to have a chance to visit them? An agility trial!<br />
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What I need to do now is....I need to fill out these entry forms, put the certificates and forms in an envelope and MAIL THEM IN! <br />
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For the last eight months or so Riff and I have been in training with Environmental Canine Services, West Coast division. A friend of mine invited me to Aroma's coffee shop, oh-those-many-moons-ago, and asked if we were interested. My callous reply "Does it pay? I'm totally interested in making some money." (Although, if truth be told, doing something positive for the environment rings bells for me. Claxon-type bells.) She assured me that it would, indeed, PAY. "Okay. I'm in."</div>
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As a result, Riff has been trained to detect and alert on illicit discharges in storm drains. This is not the same as the NOSEWORK training lots of other folks have become involved with, although it started in a very similar fashion. LL took me out to several parks and introduced Riff and I to Nosework. She said we were getting six weeks of training in three days. He was good! She was pleased. (Note:When you train for Nosework, you get to enter trials and win titles. When you train for ECS, you get to take a couple of big tests for certification, and then hope you get called for a job.)</div>
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There is a group of six dog/handler teams that were trained in this work. A couple of the handlers have a couple of dogs, and there are young puppies coming up into training...so it's really more than six. The outfit running this enterprise - ECS, based in Michigan - originally wanted just two or three teams. Ah, well. We're on the West Coast. What can I say? We experiment. Riff and I were the only team without Nosework experience. Everyone else had Nosework titles. On top of that, I broke my upper arm (near the shoulder) the first weekend the Michigan guy came out for training. I was in a lot of pain and Riff and I did not do particularly well. We were almost cut from the experiment. </div>
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But Riff - sweet, sweet Riff - is good. He is smart, and he learned the game. He knew when the sample was "positive" and when it was not. He knew when the stuff in the open manhole cover was "positive" or not. I had no clue. So I decided to totally trust my dog...and he was right, right, right....and then right again. Some of the other dogs consistently "false alerted"....but not Riff. </div>
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The handlers studied too. I know a hell-a-lot about water management and storm drains now. We were given huge binders to study, and Power-point presentations...acronyms and photographic examples for the field....what-ifs and because-ofs. Some basic science with administrative bureaucracy thrown in. Ask me about water sometime! I'll never again look at a creek or a storm drain the same. </div>
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The BIG TESTS were held last month, in conjunction with a "presentation" at Cal/EPA in Sacramento. Riff was chosen as a "demo dog," because he's been doing Really Well. </div>
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Cal/EPA is in a big schmancy building....marble tile, sweeping staircase, multiple floors, etc etc. Really quite impressive. (I thought California was broke. And it may be, now...but it certainly wasn't when this building was made.)</div>
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We were one of only two teams that didn't pass. For several days I felt devastated and like giving up on the whole lousy idea. It was totally my fault. I didn't react properly, I didn't "cover" for Riff. I felt terrible. I never expected to cry over this goofy experiment, but I did. </div>
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The guy from Michigan encouraged me to stay in training. He said he really likes Riff and doesn't want to lose him. The team seems encouraging, too. They are still meeting once a week or so, to train. (They all know they have much more to learn. LEARNING. Ah, yes....learning. LOVE LEARNING.)</div>
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So....we're still in it. Even though we feel more than a little out of it, while we're in it. (Are we REALLY welcomed? Do they REALLY think we'll make it? Sometimes I can drive myself nuts with that line of thought...so I put it away. Shove it away. I try to live in the moment, just as my dogs live in the moment.) </div>
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Last week a couple of other teams and I met up at a park in Sebastopol. We had lots of "distractors"...a pond with ducks, a protective goose, culverts, and noisy preschool children. Riff aced it. He always aces it. (Except in that Sacramento alley...where we were so tired, and so confused...) </div>
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We're spending some time in alleys, too, in and around Santa Rosa. Certainly not the same as that alley in Sacramento (with its dark shadows, noisy metal garage doors and big-truck air-brakes)....but better than nothing. We've taken to hanging out downtown, and at shopping malls, and at the bus terminal. I walk him on a lot of different surfaces. (Riff doesn't like shiny surfaces. Is this because of the snow and ice in the yard up north, when he was a little puppy?) What a nervous Nelly he has been! But he's calming down, and becoming BRAVE. I am, too. We're helping each other. <br />
<br />Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-88545801190407291152013-05-06T11:23:00.001-07:002013-05-06T11:29:27.793-07:00Turning Pages<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A few years ago I decided to stop teaching. The reasons I turned down an adjunct faculty job at SSU (after working as a team-teacher there for a year; after being a member of the Theatre Arts faculty at SRJC for about seven years; after teaching drama and public speaking at a high school...) were many, and varied. I must admit I would do it again if the opportunity presented itself. <br />
I would just say "No!" ("Thank you anyway, I totally appreciate the offer...")<br />
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We call it retirement. On my bad days I think of it as quitting. On my good days I know I've just turned another page in the story of my life. <br />
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This is not the first page I've turned (having enjoyed many interests and jobs over the years), and it's not likely to be the last. EXCEPT....sometimes I have trouble focusing on the words of the next chapter. I miss all my students, who loved to learn. And they taught me so much! "Learning" is the best part of life, in many ways. I miss teaching. I'm still learning. <br />
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<em><strong>NOTE:</strong> Even after you turn 62 and begin to muddle through each un-structured day (thinking about what to do, now that you're definitely-too-old-to-find-another-job-in-this-economy) you continue to learn.</em><br />
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Isn't that why we carry our iPhones everywhere? We can look stuff up on a moment's notice. You don't know where that African country is? Wait, I can show you on my phone.... <br />
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I love looking stuff up. But I still struggle with figuring out what to do with my days. Life's lessons are many, and varied. Sometimes they are so varied they seem to splatter on the wall and it's difficult to make sense of them. Writing helps....so I write.... <br />
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<em><strong>Retirement Lesson #1:</strong> Learn how to be okay-without-a-job, when at a social gathering.</em> <br />
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For the first year or so, when someone said, "So what do you do?" my brain would always think "Not a goddam thing" while my mouth formed all the appropriate phrases regarding being retired and having enough time to fully enjoy my hobbies, like competing in dog agility. <br />
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Then there would be that little silence that often greets the phrase "dog agility." <br />
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So I would try to explain agility to non-agility people...but my words, more often than not, would fall on deaf ears. After the first year, my explanations got really short. How do you define dog agility to actors and academics??<br />
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Occasionally someone would really seem to be listening though, so I would start sharing how much dog agility has contributed to my life:<br />
<em>countless opportunities for learning</em><br />
<em>physical fitness</em><br />
<em>living in the moment</em><br />
<em>acceptance </em><br />
<em>determination</em><br />
<em>personal growth</em><br />
<em>the love and attention of my wonderful dogs</em><br />
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But it's not the same as putting up a play, writing a book, painting masterpieces, or making clay pots. It would seem that I'm not actually building a tangible object for regular people. I'm not teaching anybody anything. It would seem that I'm no longer "in the arts," that I've sequestered myself into a small group of odd dog people, that I've become somewhat foreign.... <br />
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...and I find myself at fewer social events. Even when I am there, I'm pretty darn quiet. <br />
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This is probably a common by-product of retirement. <br />
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One thing for sure: I know, in my heart of hearts, that we dog agility people ARE contributing to our communities. If not to the community-at-large (by doing our best to be fit and goal-oriented), then we are at least contributing to the community-of-people-who-enjoy-dogs. We are showing them just how much they can enjoy their dogs. We are showing them just how much their dogs can enjoy them. MUCH!!! Doesn't that count for something? <br />
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We are still on the hunt for agility titles. As fleeting and ethereal as they may seem at times.<br />
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We are going to enter the next couple of BAY TEAM USDAA trials. We're very determined about this, even though I fell (after a hard blow to the knee) during our last training session. Riff thought I would zig, but I zagged. How often has that happened during my life?<br />
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Often! Ah, well....<br />
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So many thoughts to share with you, I hardly know where to begin.<br />
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Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-60629482282145877512013-05-05T14:51:00.000-07:002013-05-05T14:51:09.700-07:00InspirationInspired by the book "Tales for the Time Being" by Ruth Ozeki, I decide to blog again. If not for me, it is for my three "followers"....<br />
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This is a Big Step. While I'm not sure you can understand just how big a step (unless you get Really Sad from time to time), I realize that doesn't actually matter. <br />
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That said....expect more. <br />
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Later.<br />
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LOVECelestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-4956807907012331682012-11-25T11:09:00.002-08:002012-11-25T11:09:27.139-08:00Taking a Break<div style="text-align: center;">
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Wishing you all The BEST of the BEST! </div>
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Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-43802912904095439672012-11-19T16:19:00.003-08:002012-11-19T16:28:47.840-08:00HolidaysAndOhMyGodIt'sThatTimeOfYearCrikey.<br />
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First off, bad news from a friend. Bad. Like my first impression was: "In no way is this good." So right away I try to think of Something Positive. People say you have to think positively in order for good things to happen. People say your energy can effect not only your own life, but also the energy of others. Not only those in the immediate vicinity - but everyone in the whole world. Or in the universe, even. Or in many galaxies, even. Even a long time ago, far far away. But...wait. That's a bit far, I realize. And...so....yeah.<br />
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Even though I don't entirely understand "the universal power of" I have always leaned toward enjoying life, as much as possible....so I do - in fact - often find myself thinking along positive lines. It's a habit, at this point. When something bad happens, you look at it, learn from it, and then turn around and find something good. It has something to do with survival, and...the universe? <br />
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So! We turn our thoughts to a positive outcome for this bad news. <br />
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Because....no doubt we'll learn something from it. Something. I don't know what, yet. Learning is good, isn't it? Most of the time. And perhaps my friend and I will become closer friends, through this experience. That's good. Isn't it? And....there's something else that is good....but....it's.....just beyond my reach....right now. Shoot. <br />
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I can feel it, but I can't see it yet, and I sure can't describe it. Yet. <br />
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But, hey. There was a super cool agility trial at the fairgrounds this weekend. The <strong>UKI OPEN</strong>! I was an all-day worker for a couple of days at that trial last year, and thoroughly enjoyed it. This year, I didn't even visit. Even though I'd planned to watch the Finals, at least. <br />
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But I have certainly enjoyed all the videos of runs that have been posted on Facebook! <br />
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I DID visit the fairgrounds during the trial, actually. Riff and I had an ECS training session there on Friday night. We trained in the rain, in the dark. The trial was over for the day, so we didn't see anybody run. Training in the rain was a whole new experience for us! The Riffle doesn't like rain, as a general rule, but he was FINE on Friday. Riff was mostly absolutely lovely. He did very well on the tests, and I was really proud of him.<br />
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Today we wanted to get on an agility field and RUN....(we have a Need for Speed!!!) but that wasn't in the cards. And now the field's been closed because of a parvo outbreak at the ASCA Nationals. Bummer. Sad. But...it's all for the best, yes? Soon. We will run again. Sooooon.....<br />
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And hey, watch out for mushrooms in your yard, if you live with big trees. They're popping up everywhere! <br />
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My turkey showed up today. YAY! It's a beautiful little range-fed number. So I'll be cooking a turkey dinner for some of our family members on Wednesday, and then I'll make a marbled pumpkin cheesecake to take to a friend's house on Thursday. We've enjoyed Thanksgiving dinner at Joanie's place for...oh, I think it's about 17 years now. Wonderful people. <br />
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The holidays have always been a bit of a challenge for me. Dysfunctional history, blah blah blah. And now Israel/Gaza. Crikey. But. Life. Goes. On. <br />
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And - lucky for us - families come in all shapes and sizes. <br />
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Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-4112118009360773182012-11-15T11:40:00.001-08:002012-11-16T13:44:46.074-08:00A CommentOkay so I love that we elected Obama! <br />
I do not understand Romney and his cohorts. They have strange viewpointss regarding women's rights issues...and the rights of all minorities...and the middle and lower classes....etc.etc.etc.<br />
And they believe in the "trickle down" theory regarding wealth. It hasn't trickled down yet, so I can't understand why they believe it will in the future. If all of the rich businessmen would be both able and <em>willing</em> to create jobs for their fellow Americans AFTER the elections, why were so many of them shutting down plants and moving jobs overseas (for <em>many</em> years) BEFORE the elections? What is it, exactly, about having <em>even more money</em>, that will convince them to rebuild plants and bring all the jobs BACK? I just don't get it. And will the continued de-regulation of Wall Street help those brokers stop packaging shady deals into wobbly investment accounts, in an economic language that No One Understands, so they can make a few billion dollars more? I don't think so! <br />
Greedy men tend to stay greedy....especially if they're given both a blessing and a free-rein. <br />
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Those are just a few of the points that helped me vote for Obama. He has an incredibly difficult job to do....inherited in 2008. I think he's made some slow and steady progress. Although obviously not perfect, I think he's learned a lot and is willing to learn more. He seems to be able to listen...to all kinds of people, about all kinds of things. That means a lot. <em>And </em>I think it's amazingly generous of him to want to continue to work at learning how to be a good leader...and to continue to struggle for fairness for all. <br />
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Our culture is firmly GLOBAL now. There is no going back. We humans are in touch with each other - all around the earth - as thoroughly as if we were all next-door neighbors. In fact we ARE all neighbors. Different cultures in different neighborhoods, but neighbors nonetheless...and mixing together more all the time. We need to be mindful of that. Mindful of how we talk to each other, and how we treat each other. And mindful of how we treat our precious earth. <br />
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Sometimes "current events" can make me feel mighty depressed. I love the PBS Newshour, but it can certainly drag down a person's good mood. I wish I could wave a magic wand and make everything better. In lieu of that, I just try to BREATHE, and take care of myself, my family and friends. I like meditation because it helps me stay calm and forward-thinking. It helps my mind stay open to possibilities. Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-67175449328989652892012-11-13T12:48:00.003-08:002012-11-15T10:59:10.215-08:00To Enter or Not To EnterThat is the question. <br />
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My "trialing" switch has been stuck on OFF for so long it's difficult to decide when to start trialing again. People say Riff has been running well during our weekly agility class. But are we <em>really</em> ready? I keep talking myself out of entering. <br />
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<strong>There's the money issue.</strong> But! A couple of Bay Team USDAA trials are coming up Right Here In Town - and since I worked a few trials this year, I have <em>certificates! </em>Otherwise - yes, it's true, we are pinching pennies these days. <br />
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<strong>There's the training issue.</strong> I haven't been training much agility, outside of class. A few rental sessions on the same field as class, is all. I like to work on short-sequence foundation exercises during our practice sessions. So Riff has led a very quiet life during the last year-and-a-half. We haven't been to <em>any</em> "fun matches." (The OFF! switch....) We haven't been to the AARF field (or <em>any</em> field other than LeapDog) since May. I haven't even taken him to the fairgrounds to hang around at the AKC trails there, other than to run him in the exercise field a couple of times. (OFF!) <br />
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<strong>There's the ringside issue.</strong> He was really nice at the Regionals in Prunedale, back in August, when we skated in as "guests" on LP's shirttails. That's actually the last trial at which we "hung around." Even there, I kept him mostly by the RV. Foolishly, I did not bring a wire crate for ringside! All I had was the soft crate. I didn't want it to rip or break a zipper, since he had to travel in it. Riff does not have the best crate behavior, ringside. <br />
Mostly we went hiking on the trails....alone...or playing in the exercise field....alone. When I took him to the Regional ringside areas, he stayed on-leash. <br />
Riff is a gracious, well-behaved handful, ringside on-leash. He's sweet and friendly with almost every person, although if someone he doesn't know well suddenly leans over him, he gets nervous and ducks away. He's interested in playing with some dogs, and he is politely friendly with most dogs....but he does take a disliking to a very few dogs. I can always tell because his ruff goes up. <strong>History:</strong> He's been thoroughly jumped on - a few times - by loose dogs, when he was younger. Three times at LeapDog (during field rental), and once at the sheep lady's house. He was on the losing end of all of those encounters. And his older sister Keeper has jumped him a couple of times here at home, putting him in his place. (I really wish they were better friends. She'll play with him a couple of times a day, out in the backyard...but in the house she's Queen Bee, and will always remind him, if he forgets). So if a dog runs up on him, or if the dog's ruff goes up....he gets weirded out. Pretty typical dog stuff, actually. (I think.) Regardless, I always keep a close eye on him. It is what I expect from all other handlers with high-drive dogs, so it is what I do. <br />
Riff also gets quite excited if someone is using loud verbal commands while running their dog in a nearby agility ring. Especially if the handler has a high, shrill voice. He wants to get out there and run, too. Sometimes he starts barking. (Bad crate behavior, in my book.) If he's in his crate I usually give him a toy, and he plays with that instead of barking. It's a nice diversion. It tires him out...but it's worth it. Basically we don't hang close to rings, if we don't have to. It seems silly to put anyone through the angst of that kind of excitement.<br />
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Having worked quite a number of trials over the years, I can guarantee you that our ringside problems are not unique. In fact, they're very low-key and minor, compared to many I've seen. Still...what a pain in the back it can be, to handle. Riff is very fit, and very strong. <br />
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<strong>There's the health issue.</strong> So, yeah. I tell myself I'm not afraid of falling, or of being pulled over by Riff on our way to the startline. You can't be afraid of falling if you're going to RUN your dog in an agility trial. Everybody falls, once in a while. Riff works best if I RUN. He loves running, and gets excited about running a course. (Thank goodness!) <br />
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Sure, I've fallen while practicing agility, or while jogging...but I always get up. Sometimes with a sore knee (arthritis). And - one time I wrenched my back pretty bad. And - another time I broke my humerus...a nasty little break right up by the shoulder. So, yeah. Those things are difficult to forget. But you just need to let that stuff go....<br />
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In spite of some of the uneven and hard surfaces where these trials are held (like the dirt at the fairgrounds)...I know I need to RUN. But...honestly? <u>Afraid.</u> So I read (and re-read) the book NERVES, and I do understand the mechanics of my fear, and <em>I just have to work my way through it</em>. I mean - I'm already nervous just because I'm competing and I always want to win and I'm never sure we're ready. Then the "fall factor" got added....<br />
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The other day, I a-a-almost fell at practice. I had Riff by the collar, because he was excited about another dog on the field, and I didn't have his leash. He swerved in front of me and I tripped on his back legs. We were on grass, so it wasn't TOO scary. I just reached out to brace myself with my free arm (the left, which I recently broke), and....just seeing that arm reach out in such a familiar way (ouch!)...I thought "NO!" and somehow twisted myself back up onto my feet. Riff helped, because I never did let go of his collar, and he really didn't want to be underneath me again (yeah we've done that one before, too....cracked my sternum on his hard little head). Somehow, Riff pulled me back up. He's such a good boy. It's been five months since I broke my arm and I have to just Get Over It. <br />
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I have to trust myself, and trust my dog. I have to stop being such a big weenie. And get out there and show him again. <br />
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The GIANTS never gave up, in spite of all odds. Giving up is not what I want to do. So I tell myself I haven't totally given up. I still really like our agility classes. I really enjoy our practice sessions. <br />
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What I have left to do is...what I haven't done yet...is.....I need to <strong>enter a trial</strong>....and be around all the excitement and population of a trial. I need to enter, and then actually show up for it. <br />
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Some day....Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-43002892951004799942012-11-11T16:47:00.003-08:002012-11-12T09:08:53.412-08:00Veteran's Day........at the Vietnam Memorial Wall replica in Sonoma. This "moving wall" travels around the country. We were lucky enough to have it in our county during Veteran's Day. <br />
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Riff pulled on his leash to visit with a man who was about my age. Riff wagged his tail, sniffed his hand, and gazed up into his eyes. The man knelt down to smile at Riff, and said, "You are so beautiful. Thank you so much." Then he started to cry, turned and walked away....<br />
<br />Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-44307890091320868732012-11-05T16:00:00.002-08:002012-11-06T09:48:24.992-08:00Riff's 4th Birthday!<div style="text-align: center;">
It's hard to believe this baby dog is 4 YEARS OLD already!!<br />
We really can't call him a puppy any more, <br />
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'Young fella' is more like it.<br />
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We still call him "Goombah" once in a while, but the nickname we use all the time now is "<strong>Bubula</strong>." ("Booboola" - accent is on the first syllable.) No idea where it came from. It just bubbled up one day about a year ago and seems to have stuck. It wasn't until I heard a couple of other people use it that I knew it was a "for real" nickname, and that we must be using fairly often, and in public. We still call him <strong>Mister Riffster, Riffle and The Riffling</strong>, too. Plus (once in a deserving while) "His Nibs" and "He Who Must Not Be Named." This dog has more nicknames than any other dog I've owned....and of course he's earned every single one of them. </div>
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He's smart, smart, smart, and as athletic as they come. </div>
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He's pretty. He's super cool. He's friendly. And he's fast! </div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE</span></strong></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">thirteen months</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">two-and-a-half years</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">three-and-a-half years</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">almost four</td></tr>
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Is it time for some ice cream yet??</td></tr>
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<br />Celestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613075472326510572noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1904613327751411477.post-29564967688452620252012-11-01T12:57:00.002-07:002012-11-01T14:48:47.479-07:00♥ All Kinds of Family ♥<br />
When Halloween rolls around, you can't help but think about family. At least that's how it is for me. <br />
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Like most of you, my "families" come in all shapes and sizes. In addition to my kids, my sisters, my sweet husband and his dear friends, I have a "dog agility" family and a "theatre" family - two much-loved groups of passionate people. Then there's my "Giants" family, "environmental canine services" family, "wild women in the woods" and "birthday dinners" families. My "FB" and "blog" families. And (of course!) our sweet border collies, and all those who love them.<br />
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Winter holidays are filled with "family times"...and Halloween ushers them in. This year we started the festivities at my friend BT's house. She served a marvelous meal, and I helped serve candy to little-folks-in-costume. What a pleasure! It was raining...but no one seemed to mind. Her neighborhood was alive with trick-or-treaters. Cool! Our section of the hill doesn't get any. We have no sidewalks, and the street light hasn't been working for a long while. <br />
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Handing out candy reminded me of Halloweens-Gone-By, and the good old days.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1989...my three sons with a Skeletor buddy</td></tr>
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This year, instead of scrambling to make black capes, I tuned into the Giants' World Series Championship Parade in San Francisco. That was all kinds of fun, even though we weren't <em>there....</em> I could feel the good energy through the TV. WONderful!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Matt Cain and his family, in the parade</td></tr>
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My eldest son was busy working at the opera house...but not too busy to text this photo, along with the message "This opera is lo-o-ong..." :-)<br />
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My middle boy has been busy with comic book conventions, TaeKwonDo, teaching drawing classes at Megamoth Studios, and working as a dispatcher. He is a designated <em>"first responder"</em> in Sonoma County and, because of him, I'm thinking quite a lot about the first responders to Hurricane Sandy. (With good wishes and many MANY thanks, to each and every one of them....) </div>
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My youngest son just moved this winter's cord of wood from our driveway to the back, and stacked it in our shed. He beat the rain, for which we were most grateful! But he wasn't keen on having his photo taken. Maybe next time....<br />
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I missed the pumpkin-carving party this year, but my sweet husband got over there. He ate enough chili and corn bread for both of us, and took a photo of the first row of squash faces. I especially like that pirate, lower left. And the pumpkin near the middle....three lines of triangles.....makes me smile. <br />
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The Giants are easy to like. Because they Do.Not.Give.Up. We went through a few "bad" seasons (as any Giants' fan knows), but we stuck with them. They're just too....easy to like. Those boys <strong>love</strong> the game, and their announcers (Kruk and Kuip) love the game. <strong>LOVE IS INFECTIOUS.</strong> <em> </em><br />
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It's been a nice few days. My eldest son came to visit. I found his first guitar (given to him by his dad when he was about twelve) stored in the closet of my office, and they had a nice reunion (dust, cracked body and all). It amazed both of us that the guitar was (mostly) still in tune...and sounded half-way decent. Will brought me flowers (!) and took us out to a shmancy restaurant for dinner. He played one of his newer guitars for us. Music is the most marvelous of man's inventions. Or maybe I should say "man's interpretations." Will plays with all of his considerable heart and soul. His music is gorgeous. (If I do say so myself...)<br />
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My older sister, who's been waging a huge battle against recurrent breast cancer, has been doing well. (Thanks to all the stars in heaven, and on earth....) Her beautiful hair is growing back, and she's enjoying LIFE. YAY!<br />
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I "graduated" from Physical Therapy (for the broken arm) this week. My super-cool PT made it feel like a super-cool accomplishment!<br />
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This morning Riff and I had another wonderful practice session at LeapDog fields. We made it through all 20 obstacles of the "blue" course...WOOHOO! <br />
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Then LP and Clever came out for a visit, and we watched them have a little training session. <br />
Pupper-ista Clever is looking <em>terrific!</em> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Backyard "assemblage".... an old bronze wheel <br />
(for what? it says "OPEN"), <br />
and the sides from an old, original<br />
Actors Theatre of Sonoma County seat.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Backyard "guardian",<br />
sitting on the porch, gazing<br />
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With his helper, who is reading.</td></tr>
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Backyard view.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clouds. Car view.<br />
On our way home<br />
from seeing "Looper."</td></tr>
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