Building a Set of Broad Jumps, Part I

Today, I was home for the day at lunch. I spent about an hour-and-a-half reading instructions for making a broad jump for dog obedience practice. My practice jumps are over 20 years old, and the broad jump is down to only two boards out of four, and one of the two is so eaten by ants, it is missing one end leg. They are pitiful. So, when I got the opportunity for some free time, I decided to make a new set.

I had to study the plans to make sure I understood what I’d have to do. I’d only had wooden jumps in the past, so PVC is new to me.

Meanwhile, during my studying, a storm was approaching. So all of the FDSP came inside, even Annie, who had her eye on a fat lizard. Once protected indoors with all my fur babies, I finished the prep work, the pre-hunting and gathering tasks, which was including in that hour-and-a-half time frame.

Due to Florida’s humidity, and ants that eat wooden jumps, I thought PVC was the way to go for the new set. I found a website that had the plans for the jumps, however, the page was not available anymore. I clicked on the cache copy, though, and low and behold, the directions came up! I don’t know how long cache is stored in Google, but it’s here for now, so you can click and save if you are interested in making a set of jumps. (Never mind. I just checked and it’s gone! Boy did I luck out!)

I am making the broad jump first, but will probably move ahead with the high jump later on. I’m using a bar jump and intended to drape a towel over it to make a towel jump…er, high jump. Anything will do in a pinch! But a nice inexpensive homemade set will do nicely.

Anyway, after I understood the instructions, I went on-line to the unenviable task of calling Home Depot, Sheridan Lumber, Sears and then Lowe’s to find the hardest piece of the puzzle, the white vinyl housing siding. Eeegads! That took me the better part of a half hour and more energy and patience than the rest of the studying. However, Lowe’s did have the ingredient, so I decided to go there first.

I got in the lane to make a left into Lowe’s side street. This was the intersection without a light, and traffic coming in our direction was non-stop. I was the third vehicle in line for the turn, so got impatient and moved out of line to the next intersection with the light. That was a bad move. I had to wait two lights to make that left while just after I moved out of line, they all got the clearance for the left turn. One of those bad moves I’m known for. Same with lines in grocery stores. I pick ’em…the wrong ones!

I got the siding and the rest of the store was frustrating. Lowe’s is just not about customer service. There were three men putting stock away at this time one aisle away from the aisle I needed help with. And I couldn’t find a one to help me with the rest of the ingredients to this project. I did find the man I spoke to on the phone, Devon in the building materials department, and he helped me with the siding. After not finding the right screws, I decided to just get the siding and go to Home Depot where at least I can get someone to help me.

I did that. I got someone to help me. When I told him about the saw I had at home and he said I needed a fine-tooth saw to cut my ingredients, and I told him I had one – I pulled out my notes and read, “plywood, plastic laminate, 7 1/4″ DeWald.” Then he told me I was not only beautiful, but smart as well. (He asked me out for Friday night.) OmG! Some of us have got it, right? Meanwhile, I got all the rest of the ingredients to this project and with the help of Mr. Complimentary, and I was on my way with everything I needed. God bless Home Depot and their wonderful employees. Oh, while we’re at it, let’s include Lowe’s and theirs, too.

When I got home, Raven was waiting for me. As soon as she got outside, it was the same request. OK, with her it’s more of a demand. “Throw my toy, but first, try to get it from my very stubborn snout that likes to play mind games with you.” Right.

Well, here is a picture of my PVC. Luigi is inspecting it. Turns out it was all fine, so I got out my PVC cutter and tape measure, marker, and a bottle of mosquito spray, which I used. I hate that stuff, but enough was enough. I had a lot of measuring and cutting to do, and I was getting bit non-stop!

I finally finished the cutting, and put one of the four skeletons together. Works fine! I’m so happy. The next part is to measure and cut the white vinyl house siding, which is getting heavily rained on at this very moment in night time. This next step, though, may be a little more challenging as I may need to use my saw. Not sure yet, because I bought a pair of heavy duty scissors. Frankly, I’m a little afraid of that electric saw. It’s still in the box. I bought it on sale over a year ago for this very same project, but I was going to make wooden jumps instead. It’s like anything, if you don’t have a good teacher, learning yourself can be a little daunting. But it’s doable. And the Home Depot folks are very good at helping out, mostly. One of them gave me all the information and encouragement I needed to change the washer on a faucet in the kitchen a few weekends ago. He was the best! Some people are happy to teach and help other people succeed.

To top off the afternoon, well, into evening, as I finished cutting PVC and was headed inside to put the FDSP dinners together, the Goodyear Blimp floated by to say hey. “Hey!” No nifty flag pictures tonight, but she really likes to kiss our neighborhood tress. What a lovely sight.

The rain is soaking my garden now, the vegetable part, too. I’m not going to mention that thorn in my side tonight.

Helen

Blimp Sighting!

This evening, as the Fort Doberdale Squirrel Posse and I were resting out back, we heard the sound of our approaching nemesis. The Goodyear Blimp! She swept in from behind. We used to think she was a slow goer, but not anymore. 

The Posse got particularly riled up and chased her extra fast and hard tonight. Probably due to our having warmed up with mosquito swatting practice. Mosquitoes were hard targets compared to the oversized balloon in the sky. But when the action got going, she flashed us her fabulous true colors.

Baby and the rest of the FDSP were in awe. What a beautiful sight right over our campus. We were wooed, inspired, and in between scratching our mosquito bumps, applauded the beautiful show in the sky.

Next time, she will get a warm welc… oh shoot, that’s not true. Next time she will still get us riled up because every Posse needs a rival. And when the squirrels aren’t out, well, a blimp will have to do.

Helen

I’m Worried About My Corn

I was outside with my babies, and Baby herself was really hunting for something in the agility patch. Well, I figured it might be a Bufo as she has a propensity to find those disgusting things and grab them. Then the whole foaming of the mouth starts, and I have to wash her tongue for minutes and minutes and minutes till the foaming stops. So I really didn’t feel like going through that. I asked her kindly to go pee-pee, and then I escorted everyone in.

Baby’s a sly one, she is. When I call her in, she oftentimes hides in the shadows. She figures I don’t see her, and she figures right. She stands so still, if I don’t put the light on and search for her, I don’t see her. Tonight, I figured she was playing that game with me, so after everyone else was in, I put the light on and swept the whole Fort Doberdale campus.

Out of the side of my eye, behind a pine tree, I saw a shadow. It was scary, though, because when I got to the tree, there wasn’t anyone. And all my dogs were in the house. Then I saw out of the other eye’s side, my corn patch moving. Holy cow! What was going on? I summoned my courage and moved closer to the corn patch, and right there ON my budding corns was the outline of a frog. It was dark enough all right, for it to conceal itself. So I ran all the way to the back door and into the back room to get my camera. By the time I got back outside, the outline was gone. However, I figured to just point the camera at the corn patch and see what comes out in the dark room when I develop the pictures.

Well! There he is. In the lower right hand corner of both of these pictures is a frog! Now these guys are fine if they eat slugs and bugs, but if they eat corn and squash plants, I’m going to be irate. Listen, I already know that I’m going to lose my battle to actually eat this corn. If they ever mature, there are plenty of squirrels that will beat me to them in the wee hours of the morning when the sun is just rising and I’m not quite there yet. But in the meantime, I can dream, can’t I? Unless there are corn-eating frogs in my corn patch! Or I can’t sleep thinking about them eating my beautiful vegetable garden.

Whose great idea was this vegetable gardening anyway? OK, mine. I thought I’d save some dinero on the veggies by growing my own. But never thought I’d use up those savings on snail bait, neem oil, and extra bottles of Rescue Remedy for my own use.

Argh!

By the way, I’d taken a picture earlier of a frog on my window. It isn’t the clearest, but you can see what I saw. Something’s in that frog stomach poking out. Now I’m wondering if that’s the tip of one of my prized corn cobs!

Double Argh!

Helen

Happy Birthday Girl!

Today is someone’s birthday. Someone who’s been doing Dobie rescue for decades. Here’s a picture of her with a fuzzy friend from a few years ago. You can e-mail her and wish her a happy birthday!

We usually have pictures of our friends enjoying their birthday hamburger, but I think this “dobegal” will be enjoying a birthday bottle of fine wine instead!

If that’s not enough hint, well, her name will remind you of our feathered friends!

Helen

A Sunny July Sunday

Sunday morning met us and so did the lovely moonshine. Look closely. You’ll see her. And this is my Verawood tree, one of five I have. The other four are smaller. One of the smaller ones is a tree I started from a seed from this tree. This one is best known here at Fort Doberdale as “The Luigi Tree.” Yes, it is! It’s a big boy!

We had a peanut hunt this afternoon. I hid them all over the Fort Doberdale campus – above and below nose levels. I hid one in a planter attached to a pine tree. Raven found that one. Impressive!

Taylor found one and had to get in a compromising position to pull off the finale, but she did it and munched that peanut. Then Pippin found a peanut I’d hidden under a birdcage. She tried, but needed help getting to it, so I lifted the cage up off the peanut, and she grabbed the nut fast.

Annie, even though she’s shorter than the Dobies of Fort Doberdale, kicks arse at finding peanuts. She’s a hunter supreme. Look at this. She finds those peanuts above and below nose level! Annie rules!

Can you find the peanut in this picture? Neither could Bouchard. But it’s there. He found others, so don’t feel bad for him, and he’s working on his peanut hunting skills. After all, he’s used to hunting those snails.

After Raven’s earlier find, she follows her nose to other above-nose hiding places. It takes her a while to pinpoint the peanut, but by Goddess, she finds it and gives it a good crunch to let the world know.

The seniors are less enthusiastic about this game. Though Baby did find a peanut on her own, as she began enjoying it, Lilian (surprisingly) took advantage of my senior Baby, and swiped most of it. So I cracked open another one for the Diva. Meanwhile, Regis stood mostly in one place. Earlier, he dropped a turd in the house by his food bowl. So when I was delivering breakfasts, I had to figure out why he wouldn’t go near his. Bingo! The egg was found, removed, and all was well for Regis to dine. He’s old and turds come out unplanned. The best part of this is how indignant he gets over finding one. As if someone else left the thing in his way. I don’t know if that’s the gramps in him or the male in him. 🙂

Luigi, he finds those peanuts upwards and downwards. He’s got the nose power and dedication to continue on until no peanut goes unfound.

Helen