Doberkids

Luigi’s First Night in Obedience Class

My PITA BOY is named Luigi.

The Look of a PITA

He is a high-maintenance Doberboy. He’s prone to hurting himself, or getting strange maladies that take a lot of testing and money to diagnose and treat. But he is also a brilliant character, and my best buddy, besides my other best buddies.

I took him to his first obedience class, on Monday, March 17. This was because I need motivation to be on schedule with him, and a class will make me get done what needs to get done. Meanwhile, Monday night was cold and windy. We had to sit in bleachers while the instructor talked about fundamental things regarding showing in AKC shows. Being we’ve been there/done that, we had to busy our minds and selves with something else to keep us warm and stimulated. Luigi is good at helping me with that.

Luigi is a bean. A jumping bean. He couldn’t sit still while the instructor was talking. I had to pet him the whole time and whisper to him how great he is. But he squirmed enough that I feared his falling from the bleachers, so we had to walk down the aisle, back down those stairs, come around the class, and sit on the stairs where the group was. This prevented another big vet bill, I’m sure. Then he had to go up and down the steps, which was another exciting time. I think the boy has ADHS!

Luigi’s been to a vet (a high-priced surgeon) who burned his toenails so short when he was having $2K sugery to remove a bladder stone and what was probably scar tissue near his salivary gland, that even 1-1/2 years later, Luigi’s toenails are still recovering from that botched up job. Yes, I have written a formal complaint to the vet board about that. Over a year ago, and still have not had word on that. Such is justice, or that lack thereof.

I trimmed the toenails that were safe to trim at my lunch break on class day. Even with the small amount I clipped off, he still bled. (I generally Dremel my dog’s toenails, but because of the malformed mess that so-called veterinary surgeon left Luigi’s nails in, I can’t use the Dremel due to Luigi’s nails’ sensitivity.) Because two nails bled, that leaves his nails open to infection. After the surgery, Luigi had such bad infection in his nails that pus oozed from them, so we are very careful to keep them as free from infection as possible.

Because of the possibility of infection, (the rodeo arena is full of interesting particulate on the grounds), after class, I soaked PITA boy’s toenails in Listerine and water. Though I could have chosen eiher iodine and water or a chlorhexadine flush as well. Luigi has a whole medicine chest full of his stuff for all parts of him.

Most recently, I found a lovely rash on his belly. We are working on clearing that up, as well as more fun stuff such as heeling without crabbing, sitting straight, the recall, and the ever-challenging sit/down/stand stays. Luigi’s best exercise is the fetch, which he is master of being he has always loved playing fetch.

Luigi, fetch!  You go, boy!

And he is learning to jump over hurdles and such.

Luigi, jump!

Luigi’ll do anything, mostly, for a click-and-treat. And he expects to play ball after his training sessions. I do my best to oblige. He is my best PITA son, and I love him dearly.

Handsome Luigi

Helen, Luigi’s mom

Sunday’s Goings On

One night late last week, I was ready to shut my eyes and go to sleep, when I heard Annie’s bark. Rather demanding, might I say. She usually sleeps on the floor in the bedroom, so why I heard her barking from another room, I don’t know. Especially being all she had to do was use her legs to walk to our room.

So, I got up and followed the bark. Then I saw what happened. You see, Annie was in Raven’s crate, when I put that little rascal in for the night. Annie didn’t say a word till she saw where the night wind was blowing, and that wasn’t where she wanted to stay.

Here’s the picture I got, half awake, but you can make out the dilemma. Quite amusing.

Let me out of here with this loon!

On Sunday, I found these two green parrot types hanging about in one of my pine trees. I think they are looking to start a family. I know there are some notches in that tree, though not at all sure if that will suffice for a nest. Though I hope it will!

A pair of parrots thinking about building a nest?

Well, not sure if he was the one, but someone caught and did in a lizzard on Sunday afternoon. Bouchard is the fellow who got to carry it around and show it off. He tries very hard to be a fantastic Big Lizard Safari Guy, but he falls short of bagging the game. Usually, Pippin or Annie makes the catch, then Bouchard and others display it.

So here is Bouchard, with the trophy. He thinks it’s so lovely, he can’t take his French eyes off it.

Bouchard’s new “pet.”

And we have Raven, who would like to have that trophy. (What’s new?)

Raven wants that.

The tail gave Baby quite a bit of trouble. She just couldn’t get it to stop wiggling. Eegads!

Baby Paw-Paw

Luigi put his toy on a dog blanket that was out drying. He barked at it, and when he realized no one was going to fetch it for him, he took action. (Luna was eye-balling it at that point.)

Luigi fetches his own blue Dino Cuz ball

This pair of doves sat in our dead grapefruit tree for quite a while. Even during a mellow rainstorm.

Pair of Doves

This is a spider that reminds me of a crab! I stay away from them if I can. They make their webs so transparent that if you don’t see the speck in the middle, boink! But they run away from me as much as I do from them. Yet, I’m the one with web all over my face. Yuck!

Crab spider

Here is the sky on Sunday afternoon. We expected something transformational from this, but it was only a few minutes of sporatic big rain drops in our neighborhood, though I think elsewhere, the weather was more phenomenal.

Beautiful stormy afternoon moment

Helen

Baby at the Fort Lauderdale Dog Show

Baby, aka Mr. T … OK, Prissy T and T stands for Temperamental,

Prissy T

she did NOT get her 3rd leg today at the Fort Lauderdale Dog Show and Trial extravaganza. OK, it was hot. Just look at her tongue. And that was just from getting out of the truck.

So what happened? During the last five seconds of the sit stay exercise, Baby stood, got that impish look in her eye, and ran acrosss the ring to me. It was a replay of Monday night practice!

I didn’t feel like sitting.  I felt like running.

She completed her down stay fine. As I walked around her, though, she started to get up, but thought better of it, and relaxed back into the down stay position until I told her to heel. For that, I was happy. I guess she threw me a bone.

But the judge didn’t. He even had me move Baby after I had lined her up for the recall, which Baby did do. But the judge gave me a hard time and told me to move to the left 6 inches. Ewwkay.

The judge, Oxandale, a math genius guy

He did award my friend a good score, and she and her Sheltie, Ophelia, won the Novice B class with a 198.5 and HIT (High in Trial!). The next day, this team did the same thing with a 197 under another judge named Feathers.

Judge Oxandale, Rose and Ophelia

Here is another club member with her Sheltie. They showed in Rally Novice and did a nice job as a team.

Jana and her Sheltie in Rally Novice

This is Heidi, who nearly passed Open A on Saturday, if not for a glitch on hearing her handler call out, “Heidi come!” She came on the second call, but that was an NQ. Otherwise, she did wonderfully. On Sunday, she did pass Open A, with a score in the 190s! You don’t get to see Wire Haired Fox Terriers in obedience too often.

Heidi after her class in Open A

This is a steward who befriended the Papillon of another steward. I love that!

Papillon and a steward

This lovely Peekingese is owned by a vendor at the show. She is very diva-like, too…

Pekinese Vendor Helpere

like somebody else I know and love.

Baby!  The Original Diva.

At home, while I unpacked and pouted, Baby ran onto the futon where she surrounded herself by pillows and admirers who watched her drift off into her favorite kind of sleep…the beauty kind.

Time for the Diva beauty sleep gathering

Helen

Happy Birthday Lilian!

Today, Lilian is two years old. She had a Birthday Hamburger.

Lilian’s Birthday Hamburger!

She is so lovely. Lilian made a Birthday wish.

My wish is…a secret!

Then she ate.

Tasted and ate/Ate and tasted

Finally, she cleaned her plate.

Time to clean my plate!

Happy Birthday, Miss Lilian!

Thursday Night Practice

Tonight, later than earlier, I took Baby out to practice. Our back light has been working regularly since the latest Mercury Retrograde has passed. She did very well on all the moving exercises, so after the recall, she got a big reward. I pan fried nine chicken tenderloins Wednesday night, cut them off, mixed them with some Kong Tots, and I fed her a nice handful of those pieces from the large baggie of them I had in my pocket. One by one, Baby got a jack pot.

I then brought out Leissl, Pippin, and Luigi. The two girls are trained in Novice, and Luigi’s on his way, but learning the stays, which is what we were practicing. So I put Pippin, Leissl, and Baby across the yard on stays, and Luigi was on a leash near me. Baby was the only one who did both stays flawlessly. I mean flawlessly! She was magnificent. Everyone got treats from the bag in my pocket, and we celebrated each other’s place on the learning ladder. Then I opened the back door and everyone else got to celebrate.

That’s when it happened. Somehow, and it’s not because I had had two beers, but somehow, the whole packet of chicken pieces I had lovingly cut into nice-sized training pieces and Kong Tots fell out of my pocket. It was right by the back door, so it happened as the indoor subset of the FDSP joined the outdoor subset to make the whole set. My packet had not been securely closed. There were treats all over the back door welcome mat, and dog snouts quickly realized what had transpired.

I started picking up little pieces as quickly as possible. I saw the packet sitting there on the faux grass welcome mat as I furiously picked like a chicken, but thought I needed to pick up the little pieces first then stash them in that packet. During that thought, I saw the black-and-tan snout swoop in, grab that packet up, and depart like a stealth Dober. That’s when I stood up, and said, “Luna! Luna Verte, you drop that right now!” It took another repetition of what I had said to get it done, but Luna did drop it. Several steps away. I told everyone just to leave that stuff on the mat alone till I got back. Did they? Well, mostly.

I got back there with the packet, and finished picking up what I could, but I was not as motivated to get the Kong Tots, as I was to get those chicken pieces. So once I got the chicken back in the packet, I called it a wrap, and let the foraging go full speed.

I had seen something like that happen in a clicker class once. I laughed my head off being it was someone else who clumsily competed with her dog to get to the treats that spilled out of her treat bag onto the floor. Their snouts are faster than our fingers when it comes to that, you know?

My snout’s faster than your fingers!

And this sort of thing is so much more entertaining when you are watching someone else in the throes of trying to out gather treats before their dogs.