Baby

Baby’s First Leg – DOCOH Trial

We woke up early for a Saturday.  6:30 a.m.  Well, that’s early for me, the human of the household.  Though for some reason, most of my Doberchildren can get up at any hour and are pretty much raring to go and do anything wide-eyed and eagerly. Not me. Before leaving, I took this picture.  Baby was shaking with excitement.

Baby Shaking with Excitement

Even with my morning-person disorder, Baby and I got to the arena right on time due to my over-estimating how long it would take us to get there. 

 Baby on her way!

Baby was ready to go onward and upward.

 There it is! 

As a member of the DOCOH, I volunteered to help at the raffle table, but warned Rose, the raffle goddess

 Rose, the Raffle Goddess

(she does a spectacular job on the raffle every year), that I would be no good until I was finished showing my darling Dobergirl.  And it was true.  But Rose had all the help she needed and thensome, so all was well.  

Baby sat while I set up her ex-pen including triple blankey and towel flooring. We were at a rodeo arena.  The ground is red dirt.  

Baby’s View

Red Dirt

Look at Baby in her ex-pen 3/4 away from me at the raffle tables…that’s a lot of raffle!

Hellooooo down there! 

View from One Side of Raffle TableView from Other Side of Raffle Table

We practiced around the arena, so at that time, we didn’t have much time to get to know the other exhibitors for the fact that we, OK, I was nervous.  It had been a very long time since I’d shown in a serious class and due to the fact that Florida does not offer practices matches as California had, Baby and I hadn’t had the chance to practice in the ring even.  Something happened, though, and we clicked – even though the Golden and handler before us peed right where everyone does the recall – OK, the Golden did, not the handler.  That seems to happen to us regularly.  At the last trial Pippin and I showed for Pip’s Rally Novice degree, the dog before us also tinkled.  That was an indoor competition, but it was entirely on-leash. 

Whatever the case, Baby and I were able to forgo the pee interference, and we acted like a team.  It was good.  She stayed with me on the heeling, her stand was solid, and her recall was splendid.  She even picked up speed on the way to me, as if she were happy to come!  Listen, she’s a Diva.  One never knows when a Diva will retaliate on a long-held grudge, so I am just thanking God today wasn’t the day. 

As  for our sits and downs, they are always nerve wrecking for me, and today was no different.  Baby was restless and intrigued with the goings-on around her.  On the down stay, she got into a sniffing rampage during the second minute, licked her front leg because it suddenly need cleaning in the last minute, and when the judge said, “Back to your dogs,” I said, “Hallelujia!” and Baby stayed till the exercise was finished.  We rallied as a team till the end and Baby at 10-3/4 got her first leg.  We even got a 3rd place and a yellow ribbon, along with a very appropriate prize – a clicker, liver treats, and a new treat bag for me to wear while training. 

Helen, Baby, Judge Mike Minta - Photo by Harold Doan 

Here’s one of our group – 1st through 4th.

The group in Novice B

This was a totally worthwhile prize because I use clicker training primarily, and we will use these trophies.  The person who helped me with the above picture happened to mention when my camera stopped working that she dropped it.  DROPPED MY CAMERA?!  MON DIEU!  I am still shaking.  That taught me a lesson, though.  Will not ask Sister Sledge to help out in the camera department again, though I thank God my blessed camera is still working.

Later on, when we got to relax behind the raffle tables, one of the funniest things of the day was a handler whose dog was about to break on the sit stay suddenly got a whopping cough, and couldn’t stop.  The handler coughed all the way from the line-up back to the dog.  What a trick!  As if no one knew…eh…trying to keep the dog from moving.  Meanwhile, the dog did get up on the down stay and strolled over to its handler.  Bummer.  Especially after that performance.  That creative handler probably threw the back out for nothing. 

Here are some pictures of other dogs that showed. 

First, there were quite a few Dobies showing today, which was really nice.  Here are three of five or more I saw. 

Here is a very nice man with his very nice red girl, who is 11 months old, and they showed in Novice B also.  He is also the man who owns the red boy named Scout, whose Frisbee story will be recounted in tomorrow’s blog.

11 month-old red female Kimbertal and Owner

This is a handler who shows her Dobies in advanced classes.  She has a pair, if not three, she is showing, but today, she brought two.

Red Dobie with Handler entered in advanced classes 

Here is Pete and his red girl.  Pete and I tied for High Scoring Working Dog and Dobie on Saturday.  Sunday, as you will find out in the next post, Pete and his girl came out on top, and won again that day.  Instead of having a run-off, Baby and I got the prizes today, and Pete and his girl on Sunday.

 Pete and his red Dobie girl

These four Boxers are owned by a man who is very involved in dog sports.  Two of his Boxers are German imports.  The outter cages are the males, and inner are the females.   The couple who owns these four had only one entered on each day, yet they brought all four to socialize them.  They are training them in Shutzhund as well.  I learned this breed originated in Austria.  The handlers of these dogs are very dedicated as setting up four crates and working with your dogs all day is hard, especially when you are showing a dog in a trial.

Four Boxers

I love Poodles, and though I have never had one, quite a few family members had them during my childhood.  I wasn’t as fond of them then as I seem to be now.  Though no breed will ever top my Dobies, I would love to have  a poodle someday.  Standard is preferable…though a mini wouldn’t be undesirable.  This little love is 14 years old and she is striking.  Her beak is so feminine.  Love her!

Lovely 14-year-old White Poodle Girl

And as seniors go, besides the poodle and Baby, there was a team with a sweet black/white Aussie, who is also between 10 and 11.

Black and White Aussie and owner 

They were entered in Novice A, but the little dog moved on the stand.  She is an agility dog, so has had a lot of practice moving around the ring over the years. 

This is the Raffle Goddess’s husband, Harold, and his handsome boy, Morris.

Harold and Morris

This is our club’s president, Harryette. 

Harryette, DOCOH’s President 

Baby Diva – so cute!  She was the only black-and-tan Dobie I saw today, by the way.  

Baby!

Here is a team with a sweet-as-can-be bi-color Border Collie.  This girl is an absolute angel, and less hyper than the average BC.

BC and Handler 

Here we have the Raffle Goddess showing off some of her prizes to an exhibitor.

Rose and Exhibitor 

All exhibitors were given a nifty treat sample after showing through the moving routine.  Baby got to eat her special treats for doing a good job.  She couldn’t help getting a little of that red dirt on her nose.

Red-nosed Baby

Here is Baby getting ready to go home.  She’s so proud!  So am I!

 I did it!

And later, Baby chowed down on a pair of chicken wings.

Yum!

I promised her if she got both legs this weekend, she would get chicken wings for breakfast everyday this week, so if tomorrow is another good day, we will stop at Costco on the way home for a slab of scrumptious raw wings for the Queen Mother. As for me, I found out that Publix gives a nifty bag out if you buy 4 bottles of wine at once!

Wine and Bag

Baby may be the only Diva in the house…

Diva

but the Dobermom gets to indulge now and then, too.

Helen

Eve of DOCOH Trial

Today is the eve of Baby’s obedience trial, aka Dog Obedience of Hollywood’s AKC obedience trial.  So what I did at lunch “to her” I am sure she is going to be holding against me and taking revenge at the most inappropriate time or times this weekend. I gave her a bath.  Not only that, but I put her on a leash and collar and tied her to the fence with just a towel to lie on, in the sun to stop her from going in the dirt for a gusto roll. This all took place within 15 minutes, maybe 20, and “we” were not pleased.  I have the picture to prove it. 

Baby’s Bath 

It wasn’t an easy day this Dog Trial Eve.  Morning was the usual wake up and run around like a mad dog to get everyone pooped, peed, fed and cleaned up after.  I try to keep right behind the poops being we have several poop eaters here at Fort Doberdale.  Dare I name them?  Oliver, Ginger, Lilian, Leissl, and Luna is on the cusp.  Dobermann have a propensity towards this nasty habit, so it is my duty to do as much in the way of beating them to these golden brown or just plain ol’ brown nuggets.  This game I played while fixing the Posse’s crock pot this morning with chicken, potatoes, carrots and spices, making Ginger’s special immune-boosting concoction, pulling out laundry to do at lunch and realizing Luigi was down to his last two meals and making note to start the little crock pot for him at lunch as well.   

Lunch?  That involved delivering the six boxes of newspapers I collected off of six floors of high rise that save them up weekly for me.  The papers go to our local wildlife center, which takes in small pets such as rabbits, gerbils, rodents, reptiles, birds, whatever, that’s not a dog or cat.  After delivering those goodies, I scram to get gas, go home, let everyone out, while I fix Luigi’s crock pot, start a load of laundry, give Baby her bath, find an ex-pen to take for tomorrow, pull the trash out for trash day tomorrow, pick up more poop, hose off more pee, make a sandwich, cup of tea, eat, drink and be merrily on my way back to work, where I find out one side of my pants on the pocket has a wet spot the size of Baby’s entire head.  Ewwkay.  And she has the nerve to be holding a grudge?   

At work, a supervisor asked me about a package I’d sent for him on Wednesday.  It was slated for overnight, and it took two days for delivery through Fedex.  Everyone likes to use Fedex because it’s supposed to be so darn dependable, and it’s more expensive than the alternatives, but I haven’t found a difference.  Back at the ranch, I explained to said supervisor that I did not set delivery up for two-day and showed him the proof.  I explained to him about Mercury in retrograde and his eyes glazed over, so I left. 

An hour, maybe two, later a co-worker asked me to follow her and showed me how one of our doors on the floor opens without the use of our security badge.  This is bad.  Employee offices and spaces have been burgled when the doors were working.  So I called the head of facilities, and left her a voicemail.  Then I called the head of facilities secretary, and he said there are several doors on several floors that suddenly had this phenomenon happen – doors opening for people without badges – and they were on it.  I asked when this started and was told on Wednesday.  So I gave my obligatory explanation about Mercury’s retrograde and after hearing a pause was told to be positive.  I explained it didn’t matter how positive I was, Mercury was in retrograde.  That may also be a good reason why the elevators, three of six, all opened boing boing boing for me when I returned from lunch.  Stuff like that hardly happens for me.  Mercury does the opposite for us now that he’s in retrograde, so not only one but three lovely chariots opened.  If only my camera were ready.   

At home, I found enough to do until it was time not to do it.  Baby and I did not get to practice even once today.  God bless us both.  Tomorrow is the fun. Helen

Blimp Then BSO Copter

(1/30/08) Wednesday evening as I was fixing dinner, I heard a heap load of commotion outside, Dobies and Aussie were upset at something, and when I stepped out into the backyard I saw it.  It was the blimp I had ordered to fly over our house to motivate Baby for this weekend’s AKC trial at the rodeo arena.

Go Baby Go!

(1/31/08) Thursday morning, the BSO copter, search lights and all, hovered right over the Fort Doberdale HQ as my Doberchildren busted out the back door and I hobbled out in fuzzy slippers, robe, and blurry vision to greet the morning. 

Baby’s BSO Copter

Eegads!  I’d forgotten that I’d ordered a 3-minute fly over to encourage Baby to do her best for the trial.  The extra 34 minutes of overtime was not on my order, so if they’d wanted to scare the bleep out of me while I got ready for work, mission accomplished.  I’d been wondering what they were looking for, called FHP, BSO and local police, and no one would spill the beans, which I think is absurd.  They are looking for something/someone in my backyard or thereabouts, and I can’t know what?  California is totally different, and anytime I called, they gave me the benefit of the doubt and told me the situation.  In addition, California cops would even announce it over the helicopter’s loud speaker.  I’m still peturbed at the lack of communication these law enforcement agents offer us tax payers.  But, Baby got the thrill of a copter and I got my nerves roused and a couple of neat-o pictures.   

Baby’s BSO Copter and Birds

The morning skyscape was beautiful. 

Baby’s Sky

More of Baby’s Sky

Helen

Starting week #5 of 2008

We had a bit of a foggy morning last week. I am usually groggy and blurry eyed when I wake up, but this scene really threw me!

A Foggy Fort Doberdale Morning

We grew a sunflower. I think it was a gift from the birds. I do.

Bird Gift

Foggy weather and sunflowers don’t stop Leissl from getting the job done, though. She’s one of Fort Doberdale’s, if not the world’s, best destuffers.

Leissl, The DeStuffer

Today was ear cleaning day at Fort Doberdale. Everyone got an ear wash of 2/3 water, 1/3 vinegar, and plenty of wash cloths to wipe out the Doberdirt. Of course, the most important part of the whole ritual are the dog treats.

Say what?

In this case, animal crackers. Yum!

Ear Cleaning Time!

Luigi’s favorite! (OK, anything food is Luigi’s favorite.)

Luigi needs cookies!

Of course, after a good ear cleaning and cookies, what could be better than some coffee grounds? I put some old grounds that are flavored and sweet smelling on top of the Verawood roots for fertilizer. Nothing sweet smelling gets past the schnauzola on Luigi and his little sidekick, Raven.

I want those coffee grounds!

The Buddha Dog gave me the wisdom to soak down the grounds, which stopped all interest in them immediately. That Buddha Dog is a wise ol’ sage.

Fort Doberdale’s Buddha Dog

When the sun went down, Lilian stopped in her tracks as part of the Fort Doberdale Squirrel Posse, and took note of an alien among us. (Even more important is maintaining possession of the coveted blue Cuz ball.)

What is Lilian looking at?

What we find are the answers to a couple of questions. Who is gnawing holes in the neighbor’s papayas? Where have all the rats gone?

Rat eating papayas.

Eeegads!

Regis isn’t feeling too well tonight. He must have gotten too rowdy today as his well-worn bones and paws were tired of holding him up by day’s end. He got his dinner served to him on his princely cushion and he was quite appreciative of that. He dined well, and decided to call it an early night and has been napping since.

Regis

Baby, the DoberDiva, has something on her mind. We will have to wait to find out what that is.

What’s on Baby’s mind?

Have a great week!

Helen

Week 4 Round-Up

Looks like we are already wrapping up week four of year two thousand and eight.

My computer is ill, and though I’ve been working off the clock to fix it, it ain’t happening. So I’ll be going to plan B next week. That’s why my posts haven’t been regular, and won’t be until I get this contraption and the havoc it’s left behind repaired.

Speaking of havoc, I had to spend two days in court last week as a potential juror. The trial for which I got picked as the potential juror was a heavy duty civil suit. The attorneys have it listed on their website, so I suppose it is all right to post the link to it here. Isham vs. City of Fort Lauderdale. I was excused due to cause.

This morning Raven was playing fast and furious after having ate her Wheaties an hour earlier. She came up behind Lilian, grabbed the yellow Tuffies ring which was in her mouth, and Lilian didn’t let go. Instead, Raven swung around like a tether ball, having the great fortune of slamming into my shin, which stopped the sonic boom that was about to occur due to the velocity at which she was traveling and prevented her from flying to the moon. My leg, however, has a bruise the size of Raven’s sharp elbow and has grown a silver dollar sized lump to make the blues and blacks of my new temporary tattoo stand out that much more. She’s still true to form.

Earlier in the week, there was some activity in one of my prized potted plants. Bouchard and Annie spotted a snail. The hunt was on. Nothing was caught, thank goodness. I hate having to make escargot.

Snail Hunters - Annie and Bouchard

Later on, The Queen Mother, Baby Diva, saw something through her Detective Diva gate spying slot. Whatever it was came and went so fast that none of us saw it, but the Diva, and she’s not talking.

Detective Diva

Instead, she joined Annie and Bouchard in their snail hunt.

Baby finishes up the day looking for snails, too