Out to dinner

Eva’s Garden supplies greens, edible flowers, herbs, and more to restaurants from Portland, ME to New York City. On Saturday night a small bakery/coffeeshop/cafe near the farm, called Beach Plum, was having their test evening – the first night of summer dinners – and they invited Eva and her staff to come on over and try it out. I was thrilled to be part of the group (farmers can be picky about who they socialize with, if you’re too “city” you may not get invited), and even more thrilled when packing manager Bill called ahead to ask if they were having outside seating that evening, and if so, could Chico join us. Yes, yes, please, no problem.

Eva knew “the old Chico” and she was not sure it was a good idea, so instead of carpooling, we took my car in case Chico needed to bail out. And, like carrying an umbrella to keep the rain away, the back up measures were completely unnecessary.

My good boy laid right at my feet and never made a sound, and never went begging at other tables.

My good boy laid right between my feet and Ashley’s feet and never made a sound, and never went begging at other tables.

Eva was so impressed by his good behavior, she could hardly stop talking about it for a whole day.

Oh, and the food was delicious.

Fish Tacos with Eva's greens and edible flowers.

Fish Tacos with edible flowers from Eva’s Garden.

Even if we don’t do well at the agility trial down here, visiting Eva’s always gives Chico a chance to grow. There’s a constant stream of people in and out, I repeatedly assure him that “at Eva’s, everyone is a friend” and he’s getting the hang of choosing to come to me for a treat when someone arrives, rather than going to that person and barking at them. Win-win-win.

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More on picking up poop…

Chico prefers to poop in private, deep in the bushes, off the trail, anywhere hidden. In town it can be hard for him to find a place that meets his criteria.

Living in a place where I can walk Chico in places where he can comfortably do his business makes my life easier. No coaxing him to produce in seas of pavement, no picking up poop.

But picking up poop is a reality for responsible city dwelling dog owners, and here’s an interesting Spanish solution to poop on the streets.

 

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Trip to Eva’s and the Cape

Chico and I came down to Eva’s for the weekend. For the second year in a row, we’re competing in the Cape Cod Kennel Club’s agility trial. It takes place about an hour’s drive from Eva’s farm, and it makes a nice opportunity for a visit.

I entered the trial on Friday and Sunday, giving us day off to hang out with Eva. On Friday, I got my timing completely wrong, arriving about 3 1/2 hours before we ran. That gave me lots of time to volunteer, but also gave Chico a lot of time to get bored and antsy. Then, our two classes happened almost on top of each other, and I was frazzled to start with. It was our first time competing at the Excellent level in the Jumpers class, and I suppose I was a bit nervous, and the course was hard to learn and hard to run. No, really, people there who regularly compete at Excellent level told me that it was a challenging course.

The course is different every time we compete. On arrival at the trial, I pick up the course map and have a chance

The course is different every time we compete. On arrival at the trial, I pick up the course map and have a chance to review it until the course is actually constructed (right before the class). Then all the competitors in that class get eight minutes to walk the course (without their dogs); after that, you get one shot at it and that’s your run.

The short of it is that while we had fun, we didn’t have any qualifying runs, in fact, we had runs that some folks refer to as “eye chart” runs – so many faults that there’s hardly room for the scribe to write them all down on the score sheet.

Like these.

Like these.

But I always tell Chico he won the class, and we always have an ice cream, so we did those things.

On the way home, we stopped at the Falmouth Dog Park, where Chico had a chance to socialize, through the fence between the large and small dog sections of the park, with a pair of Shelties on their way home from the trial.

Because the dog park was, well, a dog park, we stopped at some conservation lands near Eva’s on the way home.

Look, that sign directs dog owners to do what most of us do, no matter the rules.

Look, that sign directs dog owners to do what most of us do, no matter what the rules say. Keep the dog under control, carry a leash. Simple. I like it when the rules are reasonable.

This is what Chico expects of a walk - a chance to get out an explore things at his own pace.

This is what Chico wants from an outing – a chance to get out an explore things at his own pace.

All in all it was great day. And we’ll be going back to take a shot at whatever the judges cn throw at us on Sunday.

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Well said

Seen on a walk in North Brook Field, MA:

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A polite and direct request.

So different from the one we saw in Berkeley a few months ago (see https://canibringthedog.com/2013/04/01/berkeley-on-a-sunny-tuesday/).

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On a ride

It’s a rough assignment, but I think we’re up to it: I’m planning a multi-day horseback riding trip later in the summer so I’m trying to spend a few hours at a time in the saddle several days a week. When we first went to Julie, she told me “this dog can follow your horse all day!” and I didn’t really believe it would ever be possible for that crazy dog to do such a thing, but he’s really gotten quite good at it. Mostly.

Things have gotten a bit interesting for Chico – and a bit problematic for me. A couple weeks ago, for no apparent reason, Dakota chased Chico across the pasture. Since then Chico has, rather sensibly, decided the safest thing to do is keep his distance from Dakota. That’s fine except if we meet a car on the road – Chico is keeping all his attention focused on where Dakota is and where Dakota’s feet are pointed and what they are doing and paying absolutely NO attention to the car that wants to get by us.

On our quiet country roads, that’s not such a huge problem, not right now, but as more and more summer visitors show up traffic moves faster, city people are less aware of how skittish a horse can be, they’re looking at me on the horse, not down at ground level where Chico is – it’s a bit nervous making for me. I’m concocting a solution. The plan is to teach Chico “side” as a command. If he knows what the “side” of the road is and can go there when directed, he’ll be fine, and I can teach him where the side is, I know I can.

When I’m riding, it often takes both hands and most of my attention to manage the horse and the dog, so it’s hard to get pictures, but here’s a pretty lady slipper we saw the other day:

Small and maybe a bit blurry, but lady slippers were the first flower I learned to identify.

Small and maybe a bit blurry, but that pink spot is a lady slipper.  Lady slippers were the first flower I learned to identify, perhaps that explains my deep affection for them.

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The Threat of Stillness

The Threat of Stillness

This week I had an interaction with someone who was very afraid of Chico’s alarm barking, AND found the post linked to above. Timely.

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Playing well with others

Sadly, not other dogs, but with humans other than myself.

Nancy & Louise came over the other evening and Chico brought out his peace frog and wanted to play tug with Nancy.

"Hi. Please play with me."

“Hi. Please play with me.”

"I'm very good at tug."

“I’m very good at tug.”

"And pretty fair at fetch too."

“And pretty fair at fetch too.”

The “old Chico” would never have been so comfortable playing with visitors. What a good, brave, dog.

 

 

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Chico in Bearcamp Pond

Somehow, when I was uploading pictures for my last post, I unintentionally uploaded the picture from last week of Chico in the pond, the one that had appeared to be corrupted. I don’t claim to understand why it suddenly decided to play, but here it is:

Chico went into the water without my asking him to. Remember, a couple years ago, swimming was a behavior I asked Julie to teach Chico during a board and train visit. For him to do it on his own is such a happy thing to see.

Chico went into the water without my asking him to. A couple years ago, swimming was a behavior I asked Julie to teach Chico during a board and train visit. For him to do it on his own is such a happy thing to see.

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We’ve been riding

It’s full spring, practically early summer, and I finally have some time for riding, so I’ve been working to get poor old (20 this year if I recall correctly, which, these days, is late-middle age for a horse) Dakota in shape after a long winter of not being ridden. We started with very short rides, increasing the distance every time, and he’s doing great. He started on a supplement last fall – a bunch of things that are supposed to support joint health – and, judging by how happy he is to go out, it has made a huge difference in how he feels.

We started out with about a 45 minute ride, yesterday, after only two weeks, we were up to two hours.

One day, we went up the Spalding trail.

you can just see Chico in the middle of the trail - he's right between Dakota's ears.

You can just see Chico in the middle of the trail – he’s right between Dakota’s ears, about twenty-five feet ahead.

Dakota tends to be a bit jumpy sometimes, and Chico has gotten under his feet (only once, but that was enough), so Chico keeps his distance from Dakota.

Another day we rode a big loop – up Cleveland Hill to the Sandwich town line where the road regains its old name – Stevenson Hill, around to the Quaker Meeting House where we turned onto Brown Hill Road,

which climbs a steep hill,

which climbs a steep hill,

presenting a beautiful view of the Ossipee Mountains.

presenting a beautiful view of the Ossipee Mountains, before curving around and heading down, back to Cleveland Hill Road about a quarter mile from the barn

All three of us came back feeling pretty good. Both Dakota and Chico had some spring in their step and I came off Dakota not too-stiff-to-move. Chico and I went to agility class in the evening, and we both had plenty of energy – Chico even jumped a few obstacles that were set at twenty-two inches*.

Perhaps neither I or the animals in my care are getting enough exercise. I’ll have to make the time to ride more often, and go further.

*For readers who wonder about jump heights, Chico is a shade under twenty inches at the shoulder, so in AKC trials, he would be asked to jump twenty inches, and twenty-two inches in USDAA. Dogs are allowed to compete in “preferred” classes where they jump one height class below what would normally be required of them. We started Chico in preferred because Julie thought that being at a trial, with all the other dogs and confusion, was hard enough; she didn’t want the obstacles themselves to present any challenge. In addition, age has benefits: Chico is eight, and all dogs over seven are allowed to run preferred.

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It would be a very boring video…

if I had it to show. On Monday, at agility class, there were two different times when we were running a whole course (instead of say, doing a short sequence) and I took Chico to the start line, asked him to “wait” and then got distracted by something Julie wanted to show me, or have me try.* Both times, Chico sat, attentive to me but unmoving, for about two minutes. that’s a really long time for a creature with the emotional maturity and self-control of a five year old human. I was so proud of him, I could have burst.

Yesterday I had a haircut and then some errands to do. Chico came along, but had to stay in the car the whole time (when I’m putting up a notice on the bulletin board at the supermarket, he just can’t help me), so on the way home, we stopped at the pond for a break. And the file of that picture is somehow corrupted, so I can’t show you that adventure either. I can report that Chico went wading, got the zoomies, and went wading again.

*For example, at one point she had us take a jump we’d already taken from the other side. Keeping the obstacles in the same order while having the dog jump from the other side changes things, and in this case, makes them harder.

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