We’re through Massachusetts, where the state provides multiple signs to remind people not to drive in the left lane unless they are actually passing.
We took a short detour to visit friends in Pennsylvania last night.
Now we bid a fond farewell to “Pennsyltucky” where my friend who teaches school had today off because it’s the first day you can go out with your rifle and get your deer, but does not get the day off for Martin Luther King Day.
Snow came early this year.
We got out on snow shoes, well, I wore them, the other day.
Much as we love the snow, and bad as the air is out west, I’m packing up the car soon and going to meet a friend and taking a road trip.
Having a human travel companion may free up my fingers to make more posts this time.
Please stay tuned.
Just because I don’t know what to say doesn’t mean you can’t look at some pictures of my dogs.
Then, a few days later, they looked like this:
In late November I took the dogs out west in the car. We visited Bonney’s breeder, and lots of my friends and family. I stayed away rather longer than I intended, and somehow blog posts did not happen along the way.
It was a great trip and I will work on getting some posts based on it, but, here’s what happened today.
Bonney had a lot of fun playing alligator in a muddy ditch today.
Chico stayed considerably cleaner, dignified guy that he is. Going on 14. Still jumps up in the car by himself, still runs agility with gusto.
… that I posted this summer, all covered with mushrooms – it succumbed to the strong winds last Friday.
and all I have in the way of pictures is this one of Chico working on his sensitivity to larger, unfamiliar dogs.He’s looking a little nervous because I walked away to take the picture, but he’s still where I asked him to be. He’s not barking at the GSD through the fence. This is huge for my guy.
And Miss B – she learned that calm, focused attention was what allowed her to get closer to the sheep. When we got there, if we were within 150 feet of sheep, she was at the end of the line and I may as well not have existed.
Two weeks later, she could follow me through an empty pasture when there were sheep in a neighboring field; she could walk slowly towards three sheep from fifty feet away and stop when asked to, no tugs on a leash (yes, a drag line on the ground, but I wasn’t holding it, it was serving as an emergency brake) – up to a distance of thirty feet from the sheep. And she happily left the arena of sheep with me when told “That’ll do.”
I got to help worm sheep. I got to help move sheep. I learned how to sing to sheep. And I got to feed granola bars to Xander, the camel that defends the sheep from predators. Sadly, the image of Xander is only stored in my google photos, which seems very unwilling to share the image. Please click on the link below:
No posts recently. No apologies. No explanations. Lots of agility. Two weeks learning how to herd sheep. One of these days I’ll say more about all of that. But for now here’s a lovely picture of my two dogs smelling the same interesting smell: