March 3, 2010

Asium!

Spending time with 5th graders ruins your ability to spell well, let me tell you! Today, it took me quite awhile to figure out what the note sent to me said, “Rubin, you are asium!” I looked at it over and over, but still struggled.

“What word is this?” I asked Gretchen.

She laughed. “That’s awesome.”

It is?

Who am I to question such a compliment?

Here’s another of my favorites written by another 5th grader: I am lacktoes tallerent.

It takes courage to spell this way, don’t ya think? I learn a lot when I go to the classroom and teach with Gretchen every morning and though I didn’t go today (I rested after a particularly strenuous agility class last night), I read some of the papers Gretchen needs to grade, but hasn’t yet found time to do so.

Here’s another wonderful spelling: Shdrange. (That’s supposed to be “strange.”)

Luckily, I don’t spend my whole day with the young ones. Instead, I get to go out with my dog friends who I’ll admit are much better spellers than most 5th graders I know.

Today was a special day in another way and that’s because I got to walk with Gretchen AND with Ann (my other mother!). Gretchen sort of hurt herself last night at agility so Ann decided to help us out today and to take care of Gretchen (like tying her shoes since her injury makes it difficult to bend over) and walk dogs.

We started the day with Monty and because there were two dog walkers, we picked up Oshi and Perrito as well. We were worried that the tennis courts wouldn’t be open today, but lo and behold, we got some play time there!

Perrito loves to play fetch, but he requires a special ball. One I particularly like as well and therefore had to stalk him to get it!

Alas, it was time to go before I could wrest the ball away from his greedy little paws!

Monty and I ate brunch while Oshi and Perrito went home and then Ann and Gretchen headed out to pick up Rosie, who was really excited to have another human on her walk! They went to the park and practiced fetch…

…and sit stay…

…all the things Rosie was happy to show-off to Ann.

Next up was Gemma who pulled Ann all the way to Saber’s house and then Saber pulled them all to the tennis courts at the other end of the park where they played and played and played…

…until Gemma’s tongue hung out…

…and Saber flopped to the ground…

Then it was back home for both of them.

Gretchen said she was a tad bit worried that Saber wasn’t worn out enough since it was a gimpy walk on her part, but later, Saber’s Dad sent us this photo (taken from the webcam they have focused on Saber). I think he was pretty tired.

Surprisingly, I am too, but that doesn’t make me regret any of the “asium” things we did today!

Until tomorrow,

Rubin

March 2, 2010

Dogs by the Numbers

Three…

It always starts with one. One dog on a leash, walking patiently and obediently with his human friend. And then, if the day is busy or even if it’s not, there’s generally another dog on our way to three. Two dogs on a leash trying to walk patiently and obediently with their human friend. But there are also squirrels and cats and strange men in hats all of which can cause distractions. And there is business to be accomplished on the tree, near the curb, at the very end of the extended leash.

On some days there’s another dog who joins the two making three dogs walking not so patiently and not so obediently anymore with their human friend. There are more squirrels and more cats and more business to attend to. There are also places to play, but some days adaptation is called for — no tennis courts, but a backyard.

One dog…and his many faces…

Two dogs begging for a treat…

Three dogs ready for more walking…

Two…

Counting backwards, two follows three, but on some days, two follows one even when you’re counting backwards. It’s generally the same — one dog on a leash learning to walk obediently by his human friend and then the pull as they approach the second dog waiting patiently at home. Then it’s two dogs trying to walk correctly though there’s the excitement of this smell and then that, of the birds flying overhead, and the sound of that little tiny dog from inside her house.

And there are trees the same size as the dogs, and there are smiles ignited by the knowledge they are close to place to play. This wasn’t the preferred place, but some dogs don’t know how to discriminate and they are so big and so strong, you just have to give into their demands (no names mentioned here…wink, wink, wink!).

And there are found toys, which are always better than the real toys, well, until they get taken away and then there’s satisfaction with the real toys. Mostly, though, there’s just happiness and satisfaction of two dogs together.

One…

In the middle of it all, wedged between the two and the three is the foundation of all existence. One dog. One dog by a cherry tree…

One dog feeling the need to shake off all the anxiety…

One dog in the pea patch…

One dog smiling just out of frame…

One, two, three…Tuesday’s dogs by the numbers…and then there’s me — the one and only counting dog!

Until tomorrow,

Rubin

March 1, 2010

In Bloom

I woke this morning to a fragrance I couldn’t quite put my nose on. It was a sweet smell that filled my nostrils with the memories of spring. When I asked Gretchen about it, she said that we were experiencing an early spring and I was smelling the first blooms.

“Why’s it early?” I asked.

“That’s a great question,” she said, “one that many people are debating all over the world.”

“Really?” was my shocked response. “Aren’t they happy about the beautiful fragrance?”

“Well, here’s the thing,” she tried to explain, “that beautiful fragrance of spring isn’t everywhere today. Some people are waking up to snow!”

“Oh,” I moaned, “I so miss the snow. It smells wonderful, too!”

“Yeah, buddy,” Gretchen lamented with me, “I miss the snow, too, but today we have warm temperatures and trees and flowers in bloom so I guess we just have enjoy it!”

And that we did. It started with a morning of teaching. All the students were surprised by my new haircut. Last week, they thought I was getting fat. This week, they worried that Gretchen wasn’t feeding me enough. Kids! What are you gonna do with them?

After school, I was taken home to eat my brunch (though I didn’t eat it until much later) while Gretchen fetched Rosie and Tyson. It was such a beautiful, spring-like day they headed up to the gardens to try to find some flowers to pose in front of. Instead, they found the city!

Of course, mostly the siblings were interested in what was in Gretchen’s pocket so it was hard to get just the right photo in front of just the right plants. Instead, she got begging!

Next up was Gemma who’d had a lively weekend so she was rather subdued today – if that’s at all possible! She walked over with Gretchen to pick up Oshi and Perrito who were thrilled that it was warm outside and NOT raining! They found a beautiful cherry tree in full bloom, but Gretchen said it was like herding cats to get them to pose nicely in front of the tree.

Once the boys were dropped off back at home, Gemma came over to our house and we had a romp in the backyard for a bit before we headed out on our walk! Can you tell we played keep away?

We dropped Gemma back at her house and then meandered over to Saber’s. The only bad thing about warm weather is that the tennis courts are in use by humans playing tennis (of all things) so Saber and I had to go for a walk first.

So up to the gardens we went where we posed under the honeysuckle…

…then down by the tennis club for a pose with the city behind us…

…and finally, we found an unoccupied tennis court where we could play keep away and chase…

The weather report called for temperatures in the 60s today. I’m not sure we reached that mark, but it was sure a lovely day with the fragrance of spring blooming all around us!

Until tomorrow,

Rubin

February 28, 2010

Happy Birthday to Me!

I’m generally a pretty humble guy. I don’t always toot my own horn, but everyone tells me that I get to toot it now since it’s my birthday! Today I turned 3 years old. Wow, where has the time gone? I’ve certainly had a full, rich life for these past three years, but yesterday takes the cake — yes, pun intended!

Yesterday was my birthday party at Heavenly Spa in Fall City. I went their last weekend to check it out, but yesterday I got to take my friends — Monty, Quillette, Colleen, Jessica, and Olivia — as well as meet a new friend — Ben. We got to swim, play fetch, hang out by the pool, and best of all, eat birthday cake! Yum, yum, yum!

The party was wild, but so much fun. Monty ran around the pool like a crazy man the second we got there, while Quillette looked worried that she might have to go in. Once I was let loose, I went straight into the pool because I think swimming is about as fun as it can get and swimming with my friends, stellar!

Here are the photos from our adventure … with a bit of commentary …First, we get to the beautiful location in Fall City and then we get into the pool…

As you can see, I’m all eager beaver while Monty is trying really hard to figure out how to get in and Quillette, who really likes tennis balls, is trying to figure out how to get the ball without getting too wet!

Monty gets help from Ben who is reacting to my splash as I jump in (you just can’t see me) and the eventually, Monty has the hang of it and swims around happily in what everyone calls his suitcase (life jacket!)

Quillette, as you can see, is a very good swimmer. She just prefers not to swim, but with her mom’s help and her little friend Olivia, Quillette showed her 10 year old self off!

And then there’s me! No one has to tell me twice to go swimming. I LOVE IT!

One of the hardest things to figure out at the pool is where it’s easiest to go in and get out. Since I’d been there before (last weekend) I had no problem and since I LOVE to leap off the side of the pool and dive in, I can pretty much go in anywhere. Q and Monty? Well, they faced conundrums often, but eventually figured it all out!

Mostly, we played fetch. Monty found a tennis ball and then found a humungous tennis ball that Ben helped him stuff in his mouth! Go Monty!

Jessica and Quillette brought their little friend, Olivia. Olivia likes to swim as much as I do and she’s just as good at it! She also loves dogs, which made her a perfect fit for my party!

We had our quiet moments, too. Jessica held Q while Gretchen held me. Can you see how happy I am?

And then there was the cake! We all had different techniques for eating. I licked off all the icing, Monty nibbled, and Quillette was so fast at woofing down her cake Gretchen couldn’t get a photograph of it. Of course, Quillette begged to lick the knife that Ben used to cut the cake and being such a nice guy, he gave into her!

We had a great time, as you can see and I must take a moment to thank Teri (the owner of the spa) and Ben from the party and Claire, from last week who helped chaperone us to so much fun.

Eventually, our time was up and we had to move on. We took the leftover cake home and I ate some of it later for a snack, but before we left, we took one last photo by the most interesting animals I’ve ever seen!

Needless to say, we all slept really well yesterday and even on my late afternoon walk, I was still pretty tired — relaxed, but tired.

This was truly a memorable birthday and I’m already scheming about future birthday parties! I wonder if next year we can plan a ski trip with all my friends? Hmmmm, I’m going to have to work on that one!

Happy Birthday to me!

Rubin

February 26, 2010

Invitations

Do I look worried? Well, I am a bit. Not because it’s raining…I’m used to that, but because we’re headed up to the groomer. I kind of had a feeling, but when we stopped to take “before” photos, I just knew I was going. Not much I could do about it except look pretty forlorn.

I’m also worried because Sunday is my birthday, and while that’s a fun event, I’ve been a bit stressed about the party. You see, as is our family custom, I was only allowed to invite three friends because I am turning three years old.

I have a lot of friends. Choosing only three of them has proven to be very difficult. Gretchen says it’s the same thing that happens at school with her students. It’s hard to invite everyone in class so often some students get their feelings hurt and the birthday student feels bad. I can’t invite ALL my dog friends and I, too, feel bad about it.

Then things got complicated because my dear friend, Jessica, asked if she could bring a human friend – Olivia — who at seven years old really LOVES dogs and wants to grow up to be a vet. I said, “okay” to Olivia coming, which then limited me to inviting only two others. In the end, I chose Monty and Quillette. I could go into all the reasons why, but mostly I just want all my other friends — Ginger, Gemma, Ollie, Saber, Oshi, Perrito, Alice, Rosie, Tyson, and Woobie — to know that just because I chose Monty and Quillette, it doesn’t mean I don’t like all of you.

If I could have had the party of my dreams, everyone I walk or have ever walked would be invited to my birthday party, but my parents have strict rules and unfortunately it means many of you are left out.

Please accept my apologies. I’m hoping that we can have other special play dates in the future. I promise to bring the cake!

So, on top of being bummed about going to the groomer this morning, I was also bummed because of the difficult choices I had to make. I was bummed as well because I didn’t get to spend the day with all my buddies because I was getting clipped and combed, shampooed and dried all in preparation for my birthday party on Sunday.

But Gretchen told me about the day, and here is how it went down. She dropped us off and then treated herself to a bit of lunch at the bakery before walking to Rosie’s house. It was raining when she walked into Rosie’s house, but five minutes into their walk, the rain stopped an both of them — Rosie and Gretchen — were stuck in their raincoats! Still, they decided to head out and look for signs of spring. First, was Rosie and the single daffodil…

…then Rosie and the blooming bush…

I pointed out that Rosie is by her name her own sign of spring and dressed in that yellow coat, she’s kind of her own daffodil!

Next, Gretchen picked up Gemma and this time, when she walked into Gemma’s house, it wasn’t raining, but ten minutes into the walk, it started to rain.  Can’t win for losing, eh? (I’ve been watching the Canadian Olympics and they say “eh” a lot!) Gemma got to play first with Oshi and Perrito…

…and then got to play with Saber, but her play with Saber started out with a skid (as opposed to a bang!). As usual, Gretchen let Gemma off leash at the tennis courts and she raced off excited to be playing with her true love. Meanwhile, Gretchen got Saber ready with a leash-drag (he’s struggling with his recall command) and Gemma stopped, turned, and skidded on the wet courts. BOOM! And down she went, sliding about 2 feet on her rump. Well, no one saw it, but her rump took a beating with about 2 inches of fur scraping off at her tail. Can you see it in this second photograph Gretchen took of the two of them playing?  Yikes!

It certainly didn’t slow her down any or Saber, for that matter! They ran and played happily for about 20 minutes before it was time to take the wounded Gemma home, though no one really knew she was wounded nor did she act like it in any way!

Saber’s walk was not yet over and just when Gretchen was heading out for a trip down to the lake, the phone rang and Jessica asked if she could join them. Gretchen and Saber turned around, walked up to Jessica and Quillette’s house and the four of them went for a walk along the ridge. In fact, they took this photo RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE GROOMERS! Oh, how I missed them!

But Monty and I survived the groomer and in the end, we both look pretty styling, don’t you think? Oh, and while I might dislike being groomed, I sure love the groomer! She gives us wonderful treats!

I guess that since I wear my birthday suit each and every day of my life, it’s a good thing I got a polish and shine for my birthday party tomorrow. Stay tuned for photos…it’s gonna be fun! Sure wish I could’ve invited all of you!

Until Monday,

Rubin

February 25, 2010

Spring Green

I wasn’t expecting it to be so green today, but when I woke up, the green assailed my eyes. I actually had to squint followed by lots of blinking. Partly, I think I was tired. I had a sleepover last night. Woobie spent the night with us and all night long I was worried about her. I mean you want your friends to be comfortable and all, so I kind of went out of my way to make certain she had everything she needed for a good night’s sleep.

I gave her my bed with the warm blanket. I tucked her in. And I even told her a bedtime story. She seemed to really appreciate it, but she was a little restless, uncertain of exactly where she should rest and worried a bit every time Gretchen got up to pee (which she does a lot during the night!).

So this morning, when the alarm sounded, I think we were both a little befuddled. On top of which, everything was really green. Gretchen says it gets like this time of year, but somehow I don’t remember it being THIS green before.

“It’s all the rain we’ve been having,” Gretchen told me as we headed out on a walk with Woobie. Usually, we walk to school, but today we didn’t go to school first thing in the morning. Nope, we went for a walk and then piled into the car and drove to school. We rarely drive to school, but Gretchen wanted Woobie and me to wait in the car while she taught her class (something about a guest speaker) so therefore we needed the car — or the rolling dog house as I call it!

When she was done teaching, we piled out of the car and headed up to Ollie’s house and wasn’t he ever excited to see us since he rarely gets a chance to play with Woobie. We all headed out down through the park…

…and then down to the water…

…where Woobie looked out at the lake hoping we’d venture down to the shore. Woobie likes to swim more than I do so she was sort of upset that we never got to go in the lake today.

We headed back up the long hill and dropped Ollie off and then drove home where Woobie and I got to take a nap while Gretchen took Rosie out for her walk.

Rosie was full of beans today so Gretchen walked her over to the large field where they practiced playing fetch. Rosie’s really getting the hang of it…she watches for the toss…

…and then pounces on the treat…

…then races back to Gretchen to watch for the next treat…

…and then smiles proudly and happily!

I wonder if Rosie noticed how green it was today?

After Rosie went home, Gretchen picked up Gemma who pulled her all the way to Saber’s house. Boy, those two sure have a love thing going on. They played hard at the tennis courts…

…and then went for a walk up over the hill…

and then up through the pea patch…

…bumping into each other all the way. They didn’t notice how green it was because all they saw were hearts floating in their eyes. Jeez!

After they got dropped off, Gretchen came home, ate some lunch, and then took Woobie and me to the park by the lake! Boy, was it ever green there! I played fetch in the green grass…

…while Woobie ate the green grass…

…and then we posed in the afternoon sun with the green all around us…

…and finally we walked by the lake where Woobie once again looked at the water longingly while I rolled around in the green stuff.

On our way home, we passed the off leash park, but we were both too tired to go in for a romp. Instead, we met Reno who was coming out of the park. We’ve met him before and we were all glad to see each other. He, too, commented on all the green, which was nice because I was beginning to think I was the only one who saw it!

Woobie goes home tonight, which kind of makes me sad. Gretchen asked me if I liked Woobie as much as Monty and I really had to think about it. Finally I said, “I like Woobie in a much more delicate way than I like Monty. With Monty I can throw myself at him and he’ll play with me. With Woobie, I don’t really want to throw myself at her. I’d just rather curl up beside her and sigh deeply.”

Gretchen only smiled, which I’m not sure I completely understand, but then again, I don’t really understand why today was so much greener than yesterday! I still have so much to learn!

Until tomorrow,

Rubin

February 24, 2010

A Couple of Tra-la-las

I woke up singing this morning. “Play, play, play, woof, woof woof and a couple of tra-la-las that’s how we pass the day away in the merry old land of dogs.”

I know that’s not how the song really goes, but for me it sums up how I was feeling this morning. I’m not sure why I woke up so happy, but I did. Maybe it’s because I got to sleep in since Gretchen didn’t have to teach today. Not that I don’t like teaching with her, it was just nice to have a break especially after my rousing agility class last night. I was pretty tired and my body obviously needed the rest, so sleeping in was a perfect way to begin the day.

The other reason I’m so happy is because I stopped to really consider my life (I think it’s because my birthday is coming up) and I’ve decided I have it pretty darn good. I mean, how many of you can say you love your work every single day? How many of you can say that your work is your play, that you work with your best friends, and that at the end of each day, you really feel like you’ve accomplished something?

I guess that’s why the tra-la-las were reverberating in my dreams this morning! It’s a good life and here is just a slice.

First up, Mr. Monty — my dearest friend. Because we didn’t have to teach today, we got to pick Monty up earlier than usual and both of us were glad for it! We went for a nice long walk and watched the clouds build and pass, build and pass and never once raining down on us. Actually, we went to a new place this morning and although Gretchen was leery about taking Monty near water, he did quite well posing for our photo.

Of course, after she took the photo and put her camera away, Monty put his front legs on the ledge behind us and contemplated jumping into the fountain water. Good thing the ledge was really high up or I think we would have gone fishing for poodles today.

Actually, that kind of sounds like fun!

Gretchen debated on her next move — take us home and let us rest or take us out with the boys next door? Can you tell which decision she made?

Yes, we got to walk with Oshi and Perrito and all of us were happy about it! We walked through the park and again watched those clouds build and pass, build and pass and still no rain. We were definitely not in Kansas though the wind was really kicking up!

Eventually though, we all had to go home — Oshi and Perrito to their house and then Monty and I back to our house where we were fed a yummy brunch that both of us ate wholeheartedly! Gretchen had some lunch too because she knew she had some big walks ahead of her.

First was Rosie who, unlike most days, got an hour walk and boy, was she ever happy. Walking Rosie for an hour instead of a half hour meant that the two of them could take a new adventure.

It started out rather normal as they headed up the hill toward Frink Park.

Then they walked down through the park where Gretchen practiced a leash drag with Rosie. She did a great job — Rosie, that is — sticking close by and always coming when she was called! Good girl, Rosie!

Apparently, though, I have a correction to make from yesterday. I claimed that Rosie wasn’t nose-centered. Well, according to Gretchen, once Rosie feels comfortable — which is what she was feeling today as you can see by her smiles — she’s all about her nose. In fact, it made the journey down to the lake and back home again a rather arduous adventure because Rosie kept sniffing!

But they eventually made their way to the lake and for Rosie that was very exciting indeed.

Of course Rosie isn’t fond of walking back home through the tunnel so they had to hike back up the hills and then down to Rosie’s house, which made both Gretchen and Rosie huff and puff!

Next up were the two ultimate tra-la-laers if there is such a phrase — Gemma and Saber. The two lovebirds made their way to the tennis courts to get some of that la-la-la out of their system …

…and then they went for a nice long walk again watching those clouds build and pass, build and pass. Gretchen tried hard to get a shot of Gemma and Saber driving the tractor, but Saber is apparently too big! HA! Gemma thought that was pretty funny!

Saber dropped Gemma off at her house and then made his way over to ours where Monty and I were happily napping. Of course, it didn’t take us much to get excited about another walk! Saber was pretty thrilled too, but little did he know, our walk was back over to his house so he could rest up after his big play date with Gemma. He wasn’t too disappointed, but he did give his sad eyes when Gretchen said goodbye.

And that’s when the day that started out with a song got more glorious. Monty and I got to play fetch at the park — just the two of us and absolutely no rain! Woo hoo!

The Merry Old Land of Dogs is a pretty nice place to live and the best thing about it? No evil green witches!

Until tomorrow,

Rubin

February 23, 2010

No Nose is Not Always Good Nose

I am told, though I don’t really believe it, that I was a late bloomer when it came to using my nose. The sense of smell, as you may well know, is the first sense to develop in newborn pups, but my family swears I did everything BUT use my nose. I’m not sure how they knew this because humans have a horrible sense of smell, but their evidence is as follows.

First, I apparently bark first and then smell, which proves to them that I hear things first (or perhaps see them) and react whereas a nose-centered dog would smell first and then, if he or she sensed danger would bark.

Second, when I see my food bowl picked up, filled with food, and then put back down, I usually turn away from it without getting close enough to see what’s actually in it — as in smelling it.

Lastly, I am not fond of allowing other dogs to smell me (especially my private parts) nor am I all that interested in smelling them. The same goes for humans who often offer me their hand to smell when I’ve never even asked for any such gesture.

I have, of course, a response to each of these bits of evidence and I’d like to use my friends/clients to support my thesis.

Let’s take a look at Ollie. He is, as you well know, a miniature version of me — a Labradoodle. When we pick him up at his house, he sits in the front room and looks out the window. The key word here is LOOKS. He isn’t smelling the air for our arrival — he’s waiting patiently to SEE us arrive. This also means he has a sense of time because he knows on which day and at which time we will arrive.

And when we do, he makes a bee-line for the back porch, races down the steps, and flies into his “Happy Ollie” mode. Yes, after his initial enthusiasm, he tries to smell me and he ALWAYS checks Gretchen’s pockets for treats, but using his nose is not the first behavior he exhibits.

I suppose his nose stays active for most of our time together since it’s really hard to get him to do anything other than stay as close to Gretchen as possible in hopes that he might receive another treat, but let’s just say, his nose takes activation. It does not start on its own.

Next, is Alice. She uses her ears. When the gate opens with a little rattle of the latch and then closes shut with a bigger rattle, Alice starts barking. Does she smell us? I doubt it since she’s in her crate inside the house and we’re a good 30 feet away. Once Gretchen enters the house, Alice stops barking not because she smells Gretchen, but rather because Gretchen enters saying, “It’s just me, Alice! Time to go for your walk!” And when Gretchen opens the kennel, Alice then activates her nose because usually Gretchen has a little treat for her, which Alice welcomes gladly.

On our walk, however, Alice’s nose works overtime, but I think that’s because she’s a hound, which is obviously a nose-centered breed. Still, when it’s time for photos, Alice will sit and wait without any knowledge that there might be a treat as a reward.

Though I’m not really sure why she constantly licks her lips!

Now, I might have to concede that Rosie definitely uses her nose, though I have yet to spend any amount of time with her so I don’t think I can assume she’s nose-centered or not, but I have heard Rosie stories and something tells me, Rosie is an energy dog more than a scent dog.

What I mean is that Rosie is a bit edgy. She is nervous when things move too suddenly or loudly or strange sounds approach her. Gretchen tells me that she actually jumps when the electric bus goes by and sometimes even cowers behind Gretchen’s legs when a garbage truck rumbles down the street. There’s no sense of smell in those instances, but she certainly knows when a treat is about to be offered or where one might be found or when she deserves one!

Gemma is a combination of all the above. While she’s not great at reading energy, she’s definitely full of it and can give all of us a run for our money!

Gemma, like Ollie, would prefer to sit in the window all day watching for us to arrive than almost anything else. That’s where she was today when Gretchen picked her up — staring at her from her perch at the front window. And while her nose eventually kicks in — “Are there any dog friends with you,” she’ll ask with her nose — she watches intently to see if Gretchen comes with dog friends or if she comes alone. Only recently has Gemma activated her nose — ever since Gretchen has been working with her on her recall commands. Still, her nose can easily get set aside IF there are better things to do –and this is perhaps where Gemma is different than all of us. Her greatest sense is her mouth  because EVERYTHING she sees (especially dogs) goes into her mouth!

Finally, there is Saber. Since he is technically still a puppy, he seems to be trying out all his senses depending on his mood. He rarely barks nor does he even get that excited when Gretchen first walks into the house. He just sits in his kennel and watches. I suppose that’s a sense — his sight — but even that seems a bit passive. I mean, it’s not like he stares at Gretchen or even tries to glimpse out the door to see if any dog friends have come along. Nope, he just sits and looks up every once in awhile, waiting for his collar and leash to be put on.

That’s when he kicks it into high gear. Every sense revs up and he tumbles out the door with pure joy. And as we walk, it’s hard to tell which sense is more active — his ears, his eyes, his tongue, his nose, OR his tail! I will say this, though, he knows the difference between my orange and blue ball and any other orange and blue ball!

So you see, I don’t think I’m that unique. True, I have matured a great deal and I am more inclined to use my nose than not, but I am by no means nose dependent. Rather I like to think of myself as a diversified dog — as comfortable using all my senses as I am using my nose.

Until tomorrow,

Rubin

February 22, 2010

Early Morning Blues

The alarm sounded at 5:45 this morning.

Let me say that again…

5:45 A.M.

Last week I didn’t have to go teach with Gretchen. The kids had time off from school.

I got spoiled. I slept in until 7 every morning, curled up in my deluxe bed like a doe in tall grass. This morning, as you can well imagine, came as quite a shock. 5:45 is early. 5:45 is still dark. 5:45 isn’t for wimps.

I am not a wimp.

Well, not today. Today I got up, did my morning stretches, visited the outside to do my business, and then got right to work. I spent the morning with the students who were happy to see me after their nice mid-winter break. I’ll admit, I was happy to see them too, but I had a bit of sleep in my eyes.

They did too!

I got to go home after that and eat a nice warm breakfast and catch a short nap while Gretchen took Rosie and Tyson out into the warm sunshine. As you can see, the siblings turned toward the sun every chance they got and took in the spectacular view of blue skies and cloudless horizons.

Gretchen said that both Rosie and Tyson, while happy to see her, were a bit slow to start out as well. Maybe they had to get up early themselves. Of course, she said they picked up the pace once they realized how beautiful the day was turning out to be. Nothing like a little sunshine to get your bed bones moving!

After Rosie and Tyson headed home, Gretchen picked up Gemma who stretched and yawn right off the bat. But it doesn’t take Gemma long to warm up. She was, however, disappointed that there was no one waiting for her on the porch. Gretchen assured her, though, that she’d not only get to walk with Oshi and Perrito, she’d get to play with me!

As you can see, they sat quietly on the bench not just because they were waiting patiently for a treat, but also because the sun was really heating up the day.

Everyone soaked it up…

By the time Gemma got to our house, the sun was warm on the porch, but the shadows of the yard made for some interesting photography.

When Gemma made it to our house, I’d eaten my breakfast, taken a nap, and was ready for a little play time before we headed out on a walk.

Tug is a perfect game to wake up a sleepy dog…oh, and having Gemma to play with always keeps me on my toes!

She’s such a funny girl. I’ll admit I was slow to warm up this morning, but that doesn’t stop Gemma. She just kept slamming her body into mine, threatening to steal my tennis ball, and barking at me to “play, play, play” with her until finally, I had to submit and play.

Sometimes, though, we get a little carried away. Luckily, Gretchen always has treats in her pockets and over the past few weeks has been working on Gemma’s recall command. Gemma’s getting pretty good at racing right to Gretchen’s side when she hears the word “Come.” It’s pretty impressive. Gretchen says she’s almost better than I am at it, but I beg to differ!

We went for a walk after our romp and then I took Gemma back to her house where she curled up on her bed for an afternoon nap.

My day was just warming up, though. Saber was next and in order to play with Saber, I have to be wide awake. Why? Because he ALWAYS steals my ball! And he ALWAYS taunts me with it!

Yes, in this last shot he won’t let anyone get near him for fear they’ll take away the ball he stole from me! In fact, he even tried to out run his shadow!

We didn’t play too long at the tennis courts because it was such a beautiful day and Gretchen really wanted to go for a walk, so she leashed us up and we headed toward the gardens on the hill and down through the pea patch by the lake!

Yes, it was a good thing the sun was out in full force today because I’m not sure I could have pulled myself out of bed so early in the morning if I’d known there would be rain.

Rain is apparently on the docket for tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully we can get all of our walking done and I can curl back up in my bed before the clouds open up, but I’m still trying to figure out what I can do about that dang alarm clock going off at 5:45 in the morning!

Until tomorrow,

Rubin

February 19, 2010

What’s in a Name?

Hey, Monty?

Yeah, Rubin?

You know that thing we saw in the park today, what was it called again?

Uh, a pagoda, I think. Yeah, a pagoda.

So, I was thinking…

That’s always dangerous (chuckle chuckle)…

..very funny, I was thinking that if you changed the middle of that word you know where it says GOD and said it backwards…

…God backwards? Couldn’t that get you into trouble saying that name backwards?

No, think about it, Monty! G-O-D spelled backwards is D-O-G.

Sorry, I was never good at spelling.

Jeez!  GOD spelled backwards spells DOG.

Wow, really? That’s amazing! You’re a genius!

Monty, I didn’t make it up myself. Everyone knows GOD spelled backwards is DOG.

Oh.

It’s okay though because what I really wanted to tell you is that if you change the first two letters of pagoda to be like the name of our feet…

What? You’re losing me here…

Okay, I’ll slow down. P-A are the first two letters of pagoda. What sound do they make?

They speak?

No, no, no…they make a sound when you put them together.

That’s sweet. When I’m with you I make lots of sounds…happy ones.

Thanks Monty, but that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that M-O-N — the first three letters of your name make the sound MON like in MONTY and MONDAY.

I’d rather they sounded like Saturday because that’s the day I get to sleep in.

Well they don’t. M-O-N sounds like MON and P-A as in the first two letters of pagoda sound like PA.

Like Grandpa? Like Party?

Yeah, now you’re getting it, but they also sound like what humans call our feet.

Paw?

Yes, I knew you’d get it eventually!

So, what’s your point?

The point is that if you spelled P-A like P-A-W and then flipped GOD to DOG the name of that structure in the park should be PAWDOGA.

PAWDOGA?

Yes, isn’t that cool?

I think I’m missing something. You just spent half your blog explaining how you want to rename the pagoda to pawdoga? What’s the point?

I don’t know, I just thought it was cool.

Buddy, you have way too much time on your hands or in your head or on your paws or pas or whatever!

Well, I thought you’d appreciate my vocabulary dexterity.

Your what?

Never mind. I’m just happy today is over.

Well, it’s not over really, you need to finish the blog.

I think I just did.

You did? Man, you’re fast.

Well, unbeknownst to you (obviously) you were a big help.

I was?

Yes, my friend, you were. Have a good weekend!

You, too!

Rubin and Monty

PS — Don’t forget to tell them about the rest of the pictures below.

You just did.

I did?