Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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Another tricky t-day snuck up on us!

Katie and I have been working on weaving between my legs.  At first she was scared, all that obedience training caused her to want to stick right next to me on the left.

“Not going through Mom’s legs, no siree!  Pretty sure THAT will get me a big ole “NO!”  Gonna prance right next to her and look beautiful, that’s what usually gets me my treat, no sense deviating from that…hmmm….Mom’s bending over all crooked, and there’s a tasty morsel in her hand, and it’s right over THERE…and so….OK!  MOM!  I’m going to get that treat even if it IS over on the other side of you!”

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So the book says, practice this for 5 minutes a couple of times a day for two weeks and she should have it.  I can get her to weave in between my legs now without giving her a treat at each weave, just at the end.  I guess that’s progress.  But I haven’t figured out how to weave, reward AND get a picture of us.  So, I hope you guys have a vivid imagination.  OR…just go watch Sara and Oreo’s July 14’t post at http://saralovesdogs.blogspot.com/ !  Then pretend it’s me and Katie!  🙂  I think Sara is doing a wonderful job of teaching her two some great tricks.

Meanwhile…back to our weave practice…

“Wait!”  Katie whines, “It’s almost 2 in the morning, and a sheltie-girl has to get her beauty sleep!  How about we wait till tomorrow to try again?”

Good thinking girl.

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trees-1061 A couple days ago I went berry picking at a local farm.    The blueberry bushes are about five feet tall, and as you pick, sheltered under your particular shrub, you hear the conversations of the people around you.  Most people were there with families, complete with lots of little kids.  I heard innumerable Moms and Dads explain to excited elementary schoolers and toddlers to “only pick the blue ones, the pink ones are yucky!”  Generally after that would come a chorus of “Is this one a good one Mom?” and “Dad!  Dad!  I found a BIG one!”  Followed shortly by “MOM!  Eli HIT me!”

I heard many of the adults talk about  how peaceful it was to be out picking berries.  Mostly it was mothers who were out with their kids, chatting with their friends or relatives while the kids crawling in under the bushes to find the “bestest” blueberries.  But on one occasion it was a dad who exclaimed loudly that “picking berries is the most peaceful thing in the whole world.”  To which his son disagreed. “No it isn’t Dad.”  “No? Then what is the most peaceful thing in the world?” asked the Dad.  “EATING them!” triumphantly crowed his son.

We all chuckled in agreement.


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Here's Daisy

Essex and Deacon’s dad asked us to show you a picture of Daisy, our very first sheltie.  She was such a good girl when I met her while dating my husband.  She didn’t get on the furniture, sleep on the bed or bark too much.  She loved to fetch the tennis ball for as long as you were willing to throw it.  Then her daddy and I got married and she moved into my home.  I spoiled her and by the time she died a year or so later she  enjoyed snuggling on the bed with me whenever daddy wasn’t around.  She also learned about people food at my wedding shower when guests thought she was cute.  Poor girl, she was just getting used to being spoiled when she died of a blood illness.  No sheltie of ours since has had any concept about staying off the furniture or the bed.  Wonder why?  LOL!

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This is Daisy, running in our backyard shortly after we got married in 1990.  I haven’t found many pictures of her, though in this one she’s smiling, like she always did when running around the yard.

Then there’s Katie.  We’re still working on “roll over.”  She will now do it while I’m slightly away from her.  I don’t have to lure anymore.  But she’s sneaky.  While I was messing with the camera, trying to figure out how to make it convert to video, she got up on her hind legs and stole the rest of the “good” treats off of the desk.  Guess she was tired of having to work for them!  So far I have a few fuzzy still photos of her rolling over.  If I figure out how to use the video, then figure out how to upload it, you’ll see the trick next Tricky-T day!


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When we go to our favorite park

This evening, feeling bad about a trip to northern Michigan that I didn’t get to take today, I decided to compromise with a walk in my favorite park with my girl Katie.   It’s about a 30 minute drive; we arrived early evening.  It was 76 degrees and quite humid.  I carried treats and a water bottle, plus the camera and a doggie bag to pick up any deposits we might leave.  I felt like a bag lady.  Katie was quite impatient with all my preparations.  She was ready to go Go GO!

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As it was quite warm we stopped every quarter mile or so for a drink, but mostly she was just doing the “Sheltie prance” right down the bike path.

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Of course there was much sniffing along the way.

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And of course, lots of times I made her pose for me near beautiful places.

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Katie and I had quite a long discussion when we got to the 3/4 mile mark, but she wanted to keep going, so we turned around at the one mile mark.

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Which turned out to be a mistake.  We should have turned around at 3/4 of a mile.  Shortly after we started back Katie just stopped walking.  We goofed around for awhile, got a drink, sniffed some stuff, then she trotted off.  We rested each quarter on the way back too.  During one rest two sandhill cranes flew overhead, squawking madly.

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It took us more than an hour to walk the two miles.  The sun was going down by the time we got near the car.  Low evening light makes for pretty pictures.

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We got to watch a family of geese and a few ducks on the way back too!

Happy girl!

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Tricky T-day again already!

Guess what finally arrived at the library yesterday!  The 101 tricks book!  Katie appears to be less than excited, but that’s because she didn’t get to see it until after her bedtime, when I finally arrived home from work.

katie-1719 I haven’t had time to study anything yet, but I have hope!  Meanwhile, last Saturday I took Katie to our local pet store and purchased an inexpensive CLICKER!  It’s really loud.  And worse, Katie HATES HATES HATES the clicker.  I sat on the floor with a bunch of treats and called her.  Clicked when she came to me and attempted to give her a treat.  The clicker caused her to back away, eyes wide.  I tried again.  She backed up further.  Didn’t want anything to do with the clicker OR the treats OR me!  I tried several times, tossing her the treats which she gulped down, but she wouldn’t come near me.  Over the past 3 days we’ve tried a few times, but she still HATES the clicker.  I’m not sure if this is normal and if I should keep trying to get her to come to associate it with treats.

Then I tried the free timing that Ludo explained by putting a large tin in the living room and seeing what she’d do with it.  I didn’t use the clicker, it was scary enough for her to have something in the living room “THAT WASN’T THERE BEFORE MOM!  katie-1716 IT DOESN’T BELONG THERE MOM!  WHAT’S IT DOING IN MY LIVING ROOM MOM?  I DON’T LIKE IT!      NOT AT ALL!  oh…there’s a treat on the top?  Well…maybe…I’ll just take that treat off your hands, you know, just help myself to that tasty morsel… ”  katie-1717 But that’s about all she would do.  She wouldn’t have anything to do with it except to take a treat off the top and stare at it intently.

So far, our tricky t-day isn’t all that tricky is it!  Well, we HAVE been working on “walking the board” in an attempt to get her over her fear of the dogwalk at agility.  Not that we’ve been able to actually GO to agility class, but maybe someday.  So, we practiced that a bit this week.   katie-1695 We played with the frisbee as a treat in between working on our obedience skills, heeling, staying, standing and then running on the board.  She’s almost at the point that I can say “Walk the board!” and she’ll go (almost) on her own and run the board.  She stops though if I’m not running next to her, to make sure that’s what I really meant. katie-1704 She’s not quite ready to just run it herself.  She has, however, on occassion, gone over and walked over the board all by herself without any direction at all from me.  Then she looks at me and grins as if to say, “SEE?  I can do this board thing..where’s my treat?”

Silly girl.

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Another sweet picture book about a dog

Here’s another picture book that came across my desk this week.  It’s called “Always” and it’s written by Alison McGhee and illustrated by Pascal Lemaitre.  It’s the story of a little dog that is “the keeper of the castle.”  The pup talks about the things he does to keep the castle safe, like taming squirrels, ambushing enemies and “protecting the blanket.”  It’s a sweet book, and would be enjoyed by anyone that has a dog, because that’s exactly what our dogs do.  They protect our castles.

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Tricky t-day

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Katie and I have to apologize to Ludo, the Sheltie from Down Under.  I know I’m supposed to be teaching Katie some tricks, and exhibiting proof of such activities here on Tricky t-day.  But my book still hasn’t arrived from the library (someone else is teaching their dog new tricks and won’t turn the book back in!!) and I find that I am useless at randomly trying to teach her things without knowing what I’m doing.  Plus I can’t figure out how to be the obstacle (as in JUMP KATIE JUMP) as well as the trainer as well as the photographer!  So I still don’t have any tricks to share.  Sigh. I will try to be a better tricky t-day participant.  I really will.

Katie and I DID go to the park this afternoon.  This was the first park visit in a couple weeks, what with me being out of state and then working every day since I’ve been home.  As soon as I got her long leash out she got excited.  When I put on the treat bag she was ecstatic.  So much so that I couldn’t get the rest of her stuff together because she was jumping on me and running in between my legs.  HEY!  That sort of sounds like a trick, jumping on me and running in between my legs.  Does that count?!  LOL!  Anyway, I put her regular leash on her and took her out to put her in the back of the SUV.  Our four door sedan was parked where the  SUV usually is, and she insisted she wanted to get into the truck of that car!  I couldn’t stop laughing, finally just picked her up (the benefits of owning a small dog!) and put her into the back of the SUV where she belonged.  She was SOOOOO excited to be going to the park!

We walked around the whole perimiter of the park, she stopping to sniff or pee about every 10 feet.

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It was a beautiful day, mid 70’s, low humidity, big white puffy clouds in the sky.  She’d get antsy with me when I was taking pictures of the clouds.   Come ON Mom!  Geeze!  I could tell she was impatient with me, she kept looking back to see what was taking me so long. katie-1675

Here’s a picture of her that I took as I was jogging up next to her, right as I fell into a hole.  She’s laughing at me.  katie-16781

About halfway around the park we stopped to rest on the observation deck.  Katie found a little bit of shade.  katie-1682

I thought she’d be tired, but once we got back to the parking lot she refused to head to the car.  No!  Not going to get in the car!  Not going to!  Na uh…not me.   katie-1684

Oh.  Did you say it was time for DINNER?!  Well, why didn’t you SAY so?  Let’s go Mom!

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Definition of a runner…revised

dawn-068I used to be a runner and though I was never very fast I did accomplish most of my running goals, met a lot of great people, had fun (mostly) and didn’t gain (much) weight.  Used to be are the operative words here.  Most of you know I was training for a half marathon last summer and early fall when I sustained a stress fracture to my foot.   I haven’t really run since last October.  It has begun to occur to me that it will soon be October again and if I don’t get moving I’ll have been a nonrunner for a whole year!  So I’ve been going out sporadically, running a mile from my house using the “run a minute, walk a minute” method in an attempt to avoid injury.

The problem is that my one mile “runs” are slower than I used to walk a mile.  This is disheartening.  So much energy expended for so little distance covered in such a slow time.  I know that running is all a mental game, and here I am beating myself up because I can’t immediately do the things I did five years ago when I was in marathon shape.  I know I need to get over what I used to be able to do and just enjoy what I can do now.  For instance here’s what I saw on my one mile run/walk:

  • A doe contentedly munching something along the side of the road. When I rounded the corner in my speedy, silent, efficient way…wait..oh yea, that was how I USED to run… ahem…when I slogged my way around the corner huffing and puffing, feet skidding on the gravel she glanced up and gracefully bounded away into the golden green woods.
  • The two yellow horses at the end of the road, my turn around point, looked up from their feeding to watch me as I sped by.  Bored they went back to their breakfast as soon as I turned around.
  • I stopped (HEY!  It was during one of my WALK breaks, OK?!) to pick a perfect wild black raspberry that had been growing along the side of the road.  After eating it I wondered about the numerous dogs that are walked along this road and whether or not one of them might have…well…I distracted myself by the beginning of the next minute of running.

My mile was, for the first time since I began to run again this summer, 12 seconds faster than my fastest walked mile of years gone by!  HEY!  So OK, I’m not ever going to be speedy, but I never was speedy, and today I was speedier than I was last week.  Accomplishment!

Then I took a 3 minute cool down walk and saw:

  • A little green heron sitting in the dead branches of a big cottonwood tree.  I heard the familiar screeching behind me and saw two more flying.  The one in the tree stretched out his neck to watch the two that were flying.  I wonder if the one in the tree was the youngster of the other two, waiting for dinner.  While I watched the flying ones never attempted to land in the tree, so who knows.
  • The family of Canadian geese, mom and dad and two little ones that are all grown up.  This is the family that so defiantly defended their nest in the neighbor’s driveway last spring.  Guess they made it!
  • A male bluebird swooping low over another neighbor’s yard in a search for tasty bugs, the sun glowing on his back.
  • A little rabbit hopping across the road in front of me.  We haven’t seen many rabbits this year, and we’ve heard a red fox in the backyard at night.  Correlation?
  • The usual jumble of jays, finches, woodpeckers, robins, cardinals all flying around and singing on this fine Sunday morning.

When I got home it was obvious Katie was mad at me by her sulky face when I walked in the door, and by the fact that my pajama bottoms were in the middle of the living room slightly the worse for being chewed on. I’m sure she meant to say “Welcome home Mom!  Good job on getting out there and getting that mile done!”

Of course that’s what she meant.

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Tales from the library

Today was another great day at work in a tiny rural library.  It’s one of my favorite places to work because there is time to talk to patrons, to find out what they’re reading, to give suggestions and to receive some reading suggestions as well.  This location is primarily a readers library as opposed to one that is used like a video store and that makes working it a pleasure.  Here’s a few observations from the day:

A woman stopped by to drop off a book that was due.  She was actually reading the book as she walked in the door.  She slowed her walk as she approached the drop box, stalling until she had finished the last sentence.  Then she slipped the book into the return slot and walked right back out the door.  I’d never seen that before, and something about it seemed strange to me.  I think I’d have finished the book in the car, or outside the library.  On the other hand, it was fun to watch someone so engrossed in reading.

I had several kids stop by to record their reading for the summer reading program.  They enjoyed using the stamp to mark off minutes of reading and they liked getting the half-way there prize and the completion prize as well.  I like watching them get excited about reading.

Today I got to share a couple of authors with people who were looking for someone new to read.  And I got to talk about the books of one of my favorite authors at length with one patron.  Usually I don’t have time for that, so it was a real treat this morning.

One of my first patrons was about 5 or 6 years old.  She walked in with her Mom and they immediately went into a huddle, whispering frantically about something.  Eventually the little girl approached me, flopped a drawing down and said “HERE!  This is for YOU!”  I was somewhat surprised, as I’d never seen her before.  But I was enthusiastic about the picture which really was lovely.  I had her sign it and then I taped it up on the wall behind the desk.  I think the little girl  drew the picture for the regular librarian and was surprised when she saw me instead.  I made a note to the librarian who generally works there so that she can make sure to say thank you when the little girl comes in next time.  The little girl left all smiles.  I was smiling too.

An older patron showed up about noon with a long list of specific authors.  She needed the books RIGHT NOW because she was leaving on a vacation this afternoon!  We only had one of the authors on the shelf at our location.  Most of what she wanted happened to be at other locations or checked out.  I kept looking, while simultaneously wondering if she hadn’t known she was going on vacation until today?  With a little bit of advanced notice we could have provided her exactly what she wanted rather than ending up with the compromise of materials I found for her.

It was 12:30 before anyone checked a DVD out!  Everything taken out prior (and we opened at 9) were books!  How cool is that!

A young man came in and ended up checking out only one DVD; a story about the Holocaust.  He also asked for information about prison systems.  I wondered if there was a connection, but I didn’t ask.  It seemed an odd combination, especially for July when it was unlikely he was writing a paper.  I hoped he wasn’t needing to know how a prison system works for any personal reasons.

By the end of the day I recognized there are two types of readers.  One type puts numerous books on reserve and those books often come in at the same time.  They check out several, maybe up to a dozen at once, and then only have two weeks to get all these best sellers read.  They lug their books in and out in large bags.  I wonder if they are not isolated as much as the person who watches movies all day or spends too much time on the internet.  How can they read this much material each week and get anything else done?  Perhaps there is a down side to reading as there is to anything else.   The other extreme was the woman who turned in one book that she had not enjoyed, and checked out one book that she hoped she would like better.  I wondered why she might not check out more than one, say perhaps TWO, so that if she doesn’t like one she has another option?    But as my husband often tells me; “You can’t manage EVERYTHING” so I guess I’ll just leave people to use their library as they see fit.

It was a great day; a great way to spend time and earn a living at the same time.  I am so lucky!

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Cramming a lifetime of memories into one long weekend

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Spending the July 4th holiday weekend with family in the south was a treat.  Part of the weekend was spent at my brother’s home on a big lake, part of the weekend was spent at my parent’s home on another large lake.  Both places played host to all four of us; siblings together again for a few days, goofing off like we did when we were kids.  Of course not having Mom and Dad there to share it all with us lent a low grade melancholic feeling that persisted beneath the laughs, good food, great boat trips and crazy conversations.

Along the way were a few things that stood out:

  • Watching 4th of July fireworks from a boat, just like we used to do as kids.  There were at least a thousand boats anchored at one end of the big lake, private fireworks going off along the shore, the official fireworks at the dam competing with the almost full moon, and Dad’s big dipper hanging high in the sky.
  • Photographing scores of patriotically decked out wave runners as they sped by our boat in a watery version of the traditional  holiday parade.
  • Listening to a celebratory concert at “two tree island” while floating next to the boat, my toes turned up to the evening sky in a salute to Mom’s swimming style.
  • Eating a sweet ripe peach, the juice running down my chin, then eating another just because I could.
  • Running my fingers over small wooden figurines on Dad’s bedroom dresser that years ago had resided on our kitchen windowsill, bringing back memories of teenage years in another place and time.
  • Stopping for a moment during a boat ride in the warm summer air  beside the mountain where we had spread their ashes to pay our respects.
  • Watching a storm come in across the lake, listening to the wind beat the roof and windows, the rain going sideways across the yard, being glad we were there so the house wasn’t facing the storm alone.
  • Playing Mom’s piano.  It took both my sister and me to haltingly make it through some of the music left behind.  Our four hands couldn’t play what her two hands had played so beautifully such a short time ago.
  • Looking around the cabin as we left, saying a silent goodbye to them.  Telling them I loved them.  Hurrying away before the pain overwhelmed.  Seeing a marquee sign out front of the first little gas station a couple of miles away that said simply “Love You.”  Knew it was a message that they loved us back.

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