



Seems like the past week has had a heck of a lot crammed into it. I get up in the morning, put myself in gear (with any luck it’s not reverse, although some days it feels like it) and get going. Many hours later, I crash into bed, having had precious little time to pause and reflect in the interval, and fairly sure I was busy the whole day, but often not able to grasp what it was I accomplished. Last Monday’s post seems so far back in time that I can’t really give a complete account of how I spent the intervening week.
I do remember that grandson Mark and I tried walking all three dogs together for the first time (my two Boxer boys and his Dad’s young mixed herding-breeds female who comes here with him in the summer months) in a nature area on the riverbank that I haven’t visited for many years. Turns out it has morphed into an off-leash part (or at least part of it has) which was a mixed blessing. Yes, it is a dog-friendly area (large signs with rules, regulations and veiled threats aside) but that means there are likely to be *other* dogs. Off leash. And their owners.
In the normal course of things, I don’t walk both boys at once, since they come close to outweighing me and certainly can outpower me if they get organized and both make a supreme effort at the same time. However, I feel terribly guilty about taking one on an outing and leaving one at home, and Mark was adamant that he had to walk Arrow, so we decided to give it a try.
First challenge came right out of the vehicle in the form of a Malamute and a large Lab, but we got off to the side of the road and waited for them to pass.
This is all necessary, I guess I should explain, since the boys can over-react rather dramatically to others of their kind. Mickey is usually the one that is mildly serious about it, but Oscar is generally more than happy to join in just for the excitement of it all and for a chance to bark uncontrollably. The owners of the oncoming dogs had their heads up and their wits about them, and got their dogs in close and past us quite quickly, with no noticeable reaction on the part of my dogs, confirming my impression that the boys have made quite a bit of progress over the past couple of years.
Then we met the cluster of middle-aged ladies (no aspersions cast here, I’m one myself) with their little dogs with big attitudes, all happily wandering down the trail towards us. I got as far off to the edge as I could, and held on to the boys, and all would have been well if the Lhasa and the Pug hadn’t felt the need to head straight towards us with unclear intentions. I waited for the owners to notice and deal with their dogs, but they seemed quite oblivious. So the little dogs got closer and closer, while I was struggling heroically to hold the boys to our bit of ground without getting pulled over and dragged. When it seemed apparent that no-body other than me had a clue that things were about to go south rather quickly, I asked the nearest owner if she would please stop her dogs from getting up close and personal with mine. This request was met with a look of blank amazement and the very slow-motion production of a leash and the collaring of her dog, followed with glacial slowness by the owner of the other small dog. Mark and Arrow, of course, were in perfect control the whole while, and sat waiting quietly for us to sort ourselves out.
Even this felt like a victory for me, given how the boys used to be, and the rest of our walk was uneventful and enjoyable. Having Mark and Arrow as point crew for us was very handy, since much of the trail is very narrow and rather densely treed, so I could send them ahead at all blind corners to report on whether there were any oncoming dogs to be aware of. Needless to add, “off-leash” isn’t something that happens with the boys. They can get very far away very fast, I can’t be sure Mickey won’t assault another dog, plus a lot of people think they are pitbulls or professional fighters of some sort, and it just isn’t worth going there.
That was at the beginning of last week. Mid-week I got a call from the Ebon barn man giving me the heads up that a not-previously-scheduled polo game was about to break out over at the other large boarding stable on this side of town. I love doing polo shots and rarely get to hear when games are happening, so I added this to my list and headed over there for an hour or so. Turns out there was a polo tournament (match?? not sure) in Grand Prairie Alberta on the weekend, and the Winnipeg team and the local team decided to have a practise game since the Winnipeg team was laying over here en route. It was a tad warm for the horses but overall about as nice conditions as you could imagine and a good time was had by all.
Friday was the designated day for a client photo shoot that was left over from last fall, when we got beaten out by the weather. I wasn’t sure what I would find at this shoot, other than having been told I was to be getting shots of cats, dogs and horses. Turned out to be a little like old home week, since the cats were Siamese (my very favourite cat breed, although sadly it’s been many years since I’ve shared space with one), one of the dogs was a New Hope Rescue dog, New Hope being a group I support and have worked with, and one of the mares looked so much like the Ebon barn man’s gelding (Homer the pinto that I have made into a war pony on many occasions and who can be seen in previous postings here) that I thought I was seeing things. Homer is a very distinctive individual and it just astonished me to see his female counterpart. The client had three attractive mares who had a good big pasture for action shots and I was very pleased with the whole thing.
Add in riding about five days of the week, toiling endlessly at the garden, shopping, cooking, more dog-walking, more pelican photos, working on an idea for a fall art show and getting that underway, and that’s about it.
Today’s entertainment was a phone interview by Mel Edwards, an American blogger, writer and generally creative person, in conjunction with a project that she has underway. You can check her site out at
http://www.votrevray.blogspot.com/
Two horse shots and two dog shots today. One of the polo match, and one from the photo shoot of the pinto mare Apache. I think both of these shots reflect the “fast forward” concept.
Dog shots are of the boys, taken a couple of weeks ago. Oscar is the one with the natural ears, Mickey has the cropped pointy ears. I never touch the ears on the Boxers I get as puppies, but Mickey was a show dog before I owned him, and ear cropping still tends to be part of that world. I was his third owner before his second birthday, due to circumstances beyond his control. He’s a littermate of Oscar’s and a very dear fellow. Oscar was raised by me from tiny puppyhood, and I’m sorry to report I seem to have created a dog with a strong feeling of entitlement, who feels the world really should revolve around him. However, he shares the breed characteristic of being wonderful with children and he especially adores Mark, so that goes a long way in my books. I’d also like to point out that I have bought them very handsome new collars since these shots were taken, as the old ones really were pretty dreadful. Hmmm–the shots of the boys are a bit big here, but I’ll leave them like this and hope for the best.
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