Market basket

Sometimes we work on a trick and then, for whatever reason, it gets a bit forgotten. Last week someone said that her favorite of Chico’s tricks is when he carries his little basket around at the farmers’ market. It’s one of those things he has mastered at home, even at Julie’s (see this video from two summers ago), but doing it at the market is/was hard and I guess I kinda stopped working on it.

After Kelly’s reminder, last Saturday, toward the end of the market, we tried again. Farmer Bob Streeter was kind enough to take a few pictures for me.

Market basket 1

Market basket 2

Market basket 3We didn’t actually get very far before he dropped the basket. It took many tries to get three carries – each of those pictures is a separate event. But there’s another week or two of these outdoor markets, we can keep working on this.

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AKC Canine Good Citizen test

Telling Tails in Freyburg, Maine has lots of different dog training classes (that’s we’re going to take the treibball class net month). This week they are giving the American Kennel Club’s Canine Good Citizen test. At at trial in California last winter someone was giving it, but we could never coordinate with her, so didn’t get to try.

The test is supposed to see if your dog has basic training and is well socialized. There’s a list of the requirements here.

Some of the things I know Chico can ace – down stay, come, loose leash walking. Some I have the best feelings about – accepting a friendly stranger, being brushed and having feet and ears handled. Some of it makes me feel challenged – reaction to another dog, supervised separation.

We’ll see what happens. Any way it turns out, it’s a great chance to see how we’re doing.

On another note, here’s a picture I took and forgot to add to the Duck Pond Walk post.

They call the roads around here, the old ones, corduroy roads. Can you see the logs that make up the road bed? That's where the name comes from.

They call the roads around here, the old ones, corduroy roads. Can you see the logs that make up the road bed? That’s where the name comes from.

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Larcom hike

Last time I wrote, the post ended with notice that we were going for a hike. And hike we did. Almost in my backyard is Larcom Mountain, named for poet Lucy Larcom. It takes just a few minutes to walk to the trailhead. In that short distance, I found a couple images I had to grab.

These cool mushrooms,

These cool mushrooms,

and this leaf on the road.

and this speckled leaf on the road.

The trail starts in the upper corner of this pasture.

There it is, Larcom, just ahead.

There it is, Larcom, just ahead.

The climb is steep and straight until the spot where the trail to the top of Little Larcom splits off, then it flattens out a bit.

"Oh good," I thought to myself, "I'm almost there. That wasn't so bad, wonder why I never came this far before?"

“Oh good,” I thought to myself, “I’m almost there. That wasn’t so bad, wonder why I never came this far before?”

But, I was mistaken. The trail gets pretty steep and with wet, freshly fallen leaves and unknown footing, hiking alone, I was afraid I might slip on the way back down, this is no place to be alone with a twisted ankle, so I turned back.

Chico had no objections to heading back.

Chico had no objections to heading back.

And there were endless beautiful leaves to admire no matter what path one walked.

Maple leaves Beech leavesBesides, we could easily make it to the top of Little Larcom for a view and a rest.

It's not a wide open summit, but there's a view.

It’s not a wide open summit, but there’s a bit of a view,

and lots of lovely lichen.

and lots of lovely lichen.

I don’t think Chico actually admires views,

but he can do a convincing imitation of someone enjoying a view.

but he can do a convincing imitation of someone enjoying a view.

When I sat down, he was ready for a break too.

Like this.

But…no way are you leaving without me.

Back down the hill one gets a pretty spectacular view of the northeastern section of the Ossipees.

That's Mount Whittier if I know my neighborhood - which is not assured.

That’s Mount Whittier, if I know my neighborhood.

Some kind of fun, two or three hours in the mountains with my dog. I think he feels the same way.

We’re not doing any agility trials until the second of November, I’m looking to walk as much as I can because it seems to be helping reset all the muscles in my lower half, we’re working on back-up as a cued behavior because I’m interested in building Chico’s strength with a FitPaws, or similar system and backing up seems like step one for some of the hind end exercises.

 

 

 

 

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Duck Pond walk

The rain cleared yesterday and Chico had a request.

"Mom? Ummm, Mom. Can we talk?"

“Mom? Ummm, Mom. Can we talk?”

"Excuse me. It's gotten beautiful outside. Had you not noticed?"

“Excuse me. It’s gotten beautiful outside. Had you not noticed?”

Into the car, up to the top of Great Hill Road, into the woods, and

Happy dog.

happy dog.

Off into the woods, chasing chippies, getting pine resin stuck to his feet and feathers, if it weren't for the hunting season apparel, you'd be hard pressed to see him.

Off into the woods, chasing chippies, getting pine resin stuck to his feet and feathers, if it weren’t for the hunting season apparel, you’d be hard pressed to see him.

I did find some charming mushrooms as I lagged behind.

From above.

From above.

And in profile.

And in profile.

And it is another beautiful fall day, so we’re going to take a hike.

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Mia Grant seminar

On Sunday, Chico and I attended a handling seminar given by California trainer Mia Grant and organized by the Agility Club of New Hampshire. Mia was fun to work with, she has a great laugh and a new perspective on my handling. The seminar was run as a series of mini-private lessons. She’d set a small course, we each had floor time and individual attention while we all worked through it in our own time, and then she’d set another course. There must have been seven or eight of them between 7:30 AM and 3:30 PM. Since I had woken before my 4 AM alarm, I was pretty tired by the end. And so was Chico. He gave me several good sets of weave poles that day, but maybe he really wasn’t up for that much work in one day. Around 2PM, at the start of one of our runs, he went into a tunnel and laid down, right in the curve where he was hard to see from either end. I got him out and got him excited to run, but it was a statement of “This is hard and it’s making me tired.”

On another note:

Since the spring I have been fooling around with lawyers, a right of first refusal, builders, architects, and my own conscience about buying and rehabbing a building here in my town, and at the end of September, I closed on the property.

There it is, at the end of the field, by the river.

There it is, at the end of the field, by the river.

The building is an old granary, post and beam frame, built around 1900. In my town there were once 170 water powered mills, fewer than a dozen remain. This place was on the way to falling down in the mid-1970s when some young actors associated with the Barnstormers Theatre moved in for summers, and stayed. The roof and floors and fiberglass insulation they put in, and forty or so years of constant occupancy (the owners had children, got other jobs, took opportunities elsewhere but always kept the house as a rental) saved the structure.

Chico and my camping bed, in what someone called "the great room."

Chico and my camping bed, in what someone called “the great room.” And I think that “pink” (Argh. Unnecessary quotation marks) rose is not live anymore.

It wants some attention – rather a lot of it actually – related to roof, flooring, plumbing, electrical, heating, insulation. In truth, I think I am pretty much going to be building a new house, but the hard way. When ever I’ve bought a used car, I have learned, I was buying a new car – one piece at a time. I did it with a 1962 Studebaker Lark and a 1957 VW bug (or was it even older? It had semaphores for turn signals), now it seems I am doing it with a house. I guess some of us learn slowly.

So don’t be surprised if you read about Chico and me taking field trips to places like Habitat for Humanity’s Re-Store, and tile and flooring show rooms in the next six months.

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A hike, and then Pennsylvania, Maryland and Pennsylvania

The day after the trial in Rhode Island, a real beauty of a day, Chico and I went for a hike with classmates Dakota, Quince, and Simon – and their people.

This parking lot, at Castle in the Clouds figures in the story.

The parking lot at Castle in the Clouds offered a promising start.

It was a lovely day and we saw many wonderful things.

Waterfalls.

Waterfalls.

Flowers.

Flowers.

Views.

Views.

Even a picnic was had.

Even a picnic was had. Don’t miss Dakota, crashed out in the sun, lower left of frame.

And when we got back to the cars I couldn’t find my phone. And when I got home, I called it and it didn’t ring in my car. So the next day, after getting lost taking Chico to the canine chiropractor, I bought a new one … because the next day we were setting off on a big trip and I am hooked on that turn-by-turn directions thing from Waze and Google Maps.

On Wednesday, we drove to Pennsylvania, to visit Katy, Benny, Jimmy, their dogs, and the new grand babythat they take care of a few days a week while mommy and daddy work their separate, high-power, careers. Ben can be awful gruff on the outside, but when he has that baby, he shows just what a marshmallow he really is. We hung out all day Thursday, just doing around-the-house stuff – some canning, baby care, I supervised the doing of laundry – it was quite relaxed. Except for poor Chico, who was a bit on edge because – I presume – he didn’t know if I was leaving him there or not.

But I didn’t leave him there. On Friday morning Chico and I headed for Maryland*. There was a trail in a place called Finksburg, about forty-five minutes from my niece Nell. She got her first apartment last spring and was eager to show it to me. And this summer, she and her boyfriend got a dog, so we had to meet her too.

Penny loves to play, and Chico might have been the first dog she ever met who said “No thanks.” Things worked well if we kept moving, but in the apartment it was pretty tense, so we kept that to a minimum all weekend. We took a wonderful walk on the wooded campus of Goucher College, the dogs had enough room to ignore each other

Nell did come to the trial, Saturday and Sunday. Sunday she brought Penny and practiced “Look at me” at ring side. I had done a quick lesson with them, teaching Penny to target my hand in about thirty seconds (she’s a genius!), given Nell some exercises, and they got right into it. By the end of the weekend, Nell reported that Penny chose to look at Nell for a treat instead of trying to play with an approaching dog.

We had six runs between the two days, some good, some crazy, a couple that were qualifying, including our first P2 Standard Q. The people were nice, I did, sadly, miss the crab cakes at the lunch cart, but had a “southern dawg” – a hot dog with cole slaw and barbecue sauce – that had me saying “y’all” all afternoon, just as the fellow promised.

And this will mean more to any of you who, like I, watch and are fond of the TV show called The Big Bang Theory: we ate at a Cheesecake Factory on Saturday night. It was something I am glad I did, and doubt I need to do again.

Monday morning we headed to Philadelphia for a short, rather food-filled** visit with a long time friend and her husband. Even though they are cat people, they graciously welcome Chico whenever we can stop by. A few walks in Fairmount Park, a stroll to the post office where I sent my entry for the agility trial at the Thanksgiving Cluster (the biggest agility trial in the country I think – five rings), a good chat with my friends, and we were off for home.

And as a little happy PS, on Thursday I got a call from a friend in Minnesota. Someone had called her asking if someone she knew had lost a phone. No, really. It was the dispatcher two towns over. Someone turned in a phone she had found (a couple miles and five days away from the last time and place I saw it) the Saturday before, and – after ten days – my phone had just enough battery for the dispatcher to get out the last number called. Once reunited with my old phone, it was off to the Verizon store to return my new phone as the fourteen day try out period had not ended. Let’s all say a big thanks to the lady who found my phone and turned it in!

*We stopped at a UPS Store to print out, sign, get notarized, and return some documents so I could buy Chico a house, but that’s another story for another time.

**There’s an amazing diversity of people, and thus food, in Philly these days. For dinner we had first class Mexican food, right on the Italian Market (think the push carts on the street in Rocky), for lunch the next day – dim sum. I had left overs for days.

 

 

 

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A *brief* stop in Philadelphia

We’re out of chronological order here, but Chico and I were on the road for a week and there was a lot going on here at home that needed tending to from afar, so I am still a bit kerfluffled, even though we’ve been home for a number of days.

On the way back from a dog trial in Maryland, we spent just under twenty-four hours visiting a friend of mine I haven’t seen in a few years. Out for a walk, I found two of these dogs guarding the Philadelphia Public Library.

Fierce, no?

Fierce, no?

Consider this an offering until I am able to describe our weekend in Maryland playing USDAA and visiting my niece Nell, her boyfriend, and their dog Penny.

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Agile weekend

Many jumps, many dogs, many miles. On Saturday, September 13, we went to the Agility Club of New Hampshire (ACNH) annual picnic. There was a lot of fun stuff to do – massages for people and dogs, chiropractic for dogs, a bunch of equipment set up in the ring with two possible ways to run the obstacles (easier and harder), the nice twins who are dog groomers were there giving trims and there was a lovely lunch before our annual club meeting. And of course, lots of familiar faces, human and canine. Many of our classmates, and a number people we see at trials were there. No pressure, but a trial-ish atmosphere in a place we trial. Chico has been unwilling to stay by himself at the start line ever since that terrier came charging out of the ring and sniffed him, back in July. So we tried starting at jump number two. He could wait there. So we did a few jumps, then went back and he could wait at jump number one. And we went to the weave poles, and he did them slowly, so we had some cookies and went back through them, and had some more, and ran out of the ring and had some more. Eventually we worked up to doing the whole course.

Lunch was delicious, there were leftovers galore and plastic bags which we were encouraged to use to pack some up and take ’em along. Yay, lunch for tomorrow’s trial!

It was an hour’s drive to the nice Red Roof Inn Southborough/Worcster, where I had reserved us a room, and then another forty-five minutes to the USDAA trial in North Smithfield.

Despite my best efforts, I got us to the trial just in time for me to step into the ring about three sentences into the briefing for our first class, which was also the first class of the day. No time to look at a map, just walk, make a plan, go get the dog, let him sniff and do any business he has, go in and get ready to run. It didn’t work very well. Chico was wild, disconnected dog in the ring. Lisa Barrett was judging, and she’s so nice, when I had to gather us and go back to the weaves, she gave us a big, reassuring smile. We did get those weaves, and the following obstacle – pause table – and then we ran out of the ring for cookies.

Our Gamblers run was not a whole lot better, but by the time we got to Jumpers, things went really well. There was one place where I mis-cued Chico and he missed a jump, so no Q, but it was so much the best run of the day, I took our ribbon anyhow.

And I got a compliment from someone I respect.  I was gating* and Lisa Barrett turned to me at one moment and said, “You’re a good Gate.” I was over the moon for at least an hour. My loud voice got me in plenty of trouble in my life, and to have it be useful, and to have that be noticed by someone I respect…it was awfully darned neat.

After we finished our runs for the day, we took a walk to the nearby pond, Chico had a dip, I spent a few minutes watching a Great Blue Heron stalk fish, and we went back to check on the worker raffle, where I won a cool twenty-five bucks in cash. Nice. Pays for the gas to get home. Which is what we did – we went home.

 

*The Gate Steward, or Gate, sort of runs the ring during each class. She announces jump heigh changes to the judge and ring crew, calls out the upcoming dogs so competitors know when their turn is coming, tells people when to go into the ring, calls out the name of the dog so the Scribe can make sure the score is written on the correct sheet. And it is a job where having a voice that carries to the rafters is an asset.

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Shucky-darns

There was a lovely post for you, all about last weekend’s adventures and something happened during the adding of tags, and about half my thoughts were gone, suddenly all that was here was what I had written two days ago. I’m off for a road trip to a trial near Baltimore, Maryland – near where my niece Nell and her boyfriend live, but when I have a chance to sit down and do my best to reconstruct the post, it’ll be up here.

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We’ve been walking

I’ve been having some body work (work on my body that is) done by a very gifted osteopath, subtle little pushes here and there that leave me feeling relief from aches and pains I have had for far too long. It seemed logical to go for some long walks afterwards. Let everything swing loose, do what humans used to do all day. There’s a lot of buzz these days that “sitting is killing us” and I guess it is having an impact on my thinking.

One of the walks was the loop around Heron Pond. It’s conservation land, with some rules,

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but no canine prohibition. It’s a place we walked a lot a couple years ago, but fell out of the habit. Time to be more vigilant about keeping the walks long, varied, and interesting for both of us.

Chico’s not quite as wild in the woods as he was four years ago, but he still loves to stop and sniff or retreat into the bush to poop and then gallop to catch up. Seeing him run gives me such pleasure. Here’s a few seconds of it:

He takes a joint supplement every day, so do I, we’re both well into our middle-age years. As long as Chico can gallop with abandon, those white hairs on his face (like the ones on my head) are just biology, right? We’ll keep moving and because of that, we’ll keep moving.

Another day, we walked a few miles on Great Hill Road. It’s more or less flat, there are some great views, not a lot of traffic, close to home; and we haven’t done the walk for a few weeks (or months?).

I never noticed this little road, Chico did, so I followed him down it a little ways.Then I noticed the smell.

I never noticed this little road before, Chico did, so I followed him down it a little ways. Then I noticed the smell.

It was a strong smell of something like rotting meat. And before that thought really sank in, my dear dog found whatever it was and rubbed his neck all through it. Eeeee-uuuwww. Stinky guy. Bet he wonders why I don’t like him very much when he has so obviously found such a treasure. Probably enough there to feed both of us, dinner on him this time, and what does his human do? Turn up her nose and call him away.  Go figure, these humans are just plain crazy, real resource wasters.*

This walk does provide some great views.

This walk does provide some great views. Views that my phone’s camera cannot capture well because the contrast between sky and foreground is too great.

Bear hunting season has started, that’s why Chico is wearing orange. It’s not a big concern until deer season starts, but it’s never too soon to start dressing for fall. Now, if I could remember to get out my orange vest.

This coming weekend offers two very different agility opportunities for us. On Saturday the agility club I belong to (hey, there’s another change Chico made in my life, I don’t think I have joined anything since Brownie Scouts in 1965, where I lasted about one year) is having our annual picnic with food, and games, and grooming, and portrait sessions – we’re going. The next day we’re playing USDAA agility in North Smithfield, RI, with courses from one of my favorite judges, Lisa Barrett. I’ll let you know how it all goes.

*This line of thinking is inspired by recently reading If a Dog’s Prayers Were Answered…Bones Would Rain From the Sky by Suzanne Clothier. Wow, what an inspiring read that was for someone who wants to understand her dog.

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