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.

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 was ready to go onward and upward.

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

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

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. 

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

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

This is our club’s president, Harryette. 

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

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. 

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

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

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

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!

Baby may be the only Diva in the house…

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. 

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

Visuals

This boy was in a Georgia shelter.  He looks so much like my Aussie, Annie.  I was torn between trying to get him and the distance between us.  He was on the Walton, Georgia site for several weeks, and I thought someone would adopt him.  He came in with a Dobie, who was adopted.  I was sure there would be a last call in an e-mail or something amazing like that to let me know he had no more time and needed help.   There wasn’t.  The last week I checked for him, he was gone.  I called the shelter and found out the worst.  He was put to sleep.  The only solace I have was that they use the needle instead of that horrific gas chamber.  He is one of the many that will haunt me forever.

I will make note here that shortly after suffering a broken heart from the loss of this boy, I found Raven in a shelter.  I thought Raven may have been the reason of my stalling due to false hope to help that boy.  Someday I’ll know.

This was Raven’s mug shot released on the net.

These are some cartoons and pictures I got through e-mail that made me smile.

Speaking of smiles, this is such a fantastic moment to have caught in a snap shot.  I wish I had taken it, but I’m glad whoever did, shared it with the rest of us.

I certainly can’t have one of these characters in and amongst the Fort Doberdale Squirrel Posse, but I do enjoy their classic independent, haughty and inquisitive nature.

This was a pair of Doberkids listed on a website at my local shelter.  Thankfully, they were picked up by their owners, according to the shelter personnel.  Just looking at them makes me laugh.  They are surely a pair of comics.

If you ever need a map of the USA, here’s one.

And one of our fair state, county-by-county.

I saved this picture from an article I’d read about Mitt Romney putting his Irish Setter in a crate after attaching crate to the roof of his family station wagon then taking off with the dog inside on a vacation.  The drive went on for hours, and even though that poor dog had lost control of his bowels from fright, when Mit found excrement in the crate, did that stop him from putting that poor dog back in the same inhumane predicament for the ride home?  No!  Any idiot that treats family like that is not fit to lead any country.  He lacks a heaping load of common sense for one thing and compassion for another.

It’s from Time.com

Here’s an excerpt.

The incident: dog excrement found on the roof and windows of the Romney station wagon. How it got there: Romney strapped a dog carrier — with the family dog Seamus, an Irish Setter, in it — to the roof of the family station wagon for a twelve hour drive from Boston to Ontario, which the family apparently completed, despite Seamus’s rather visceral protest.

Massachusetts’s animal cruelty laws specifically prohibit anyone from carrying an animal “in or upon a vehicle, or otherwise, in an unnecessarily cruel or inhuman manner or in a way and manner which might endanger the animal carried thereon.” An officer for the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals responded to a description of the situation saying “it’s definitely something I’d want to check out.” The officer, Nadia Branca, declined to give a definitive opinion on whether Romney broke the law but did note that it’s against state law to have a dog in an open bed of a pick-up truck, and “if the dog was being carried in a way that endangers it, that would be illegal.” And while it appears that the statute of limitations has probably passed, Stacey Wolf, attorney and legislative director for the ASPCA, said “even if it turns out to not be against the law at the time, in the district, we’d hope that people would use common sense…Any manner of transporting a dog that places the animal in serious danger is something that we’d think is inappropriate…I can’t speak to the accuracy of the case, but it raises concerns about the judgment used in this particular situation.”

Here is a picture of chihuahua who had been punched many times by her vet because she would not be still for him to treat her.  Obviously the owner wasn’t around, but luckily an employee spilled the beans on this vet.  He had been known for cruelty before, and shouldn’t be in this field, but rather should be in jail.

How sweet this male cardinal is to his little cardinal mate.

🙂

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.

(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. 

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.   

The morning skyscape was beautiful. 

Helen