I can’t believe I haven’t written here since August. Well, I can. My absolutely craptastic year has continued to be craptastic. Three psych hospitalizations in one year. I should get a medal or something. We play the this med, that med, this other med game. I think what I’m on is working, finally. I see my therapist twice a week. She is awesome. But it’s still hard. Really really hard.
And I don’t know what I’d do without my dogs. They are my family, my rock, my comfort, my joy.
(Ok well, them and a couple of good friends and this wonderful man that I met in the loony bin….)
The dogs are all well.
Luce is 11 now, and she’s starting to show it. She is gray-faced and hard of hearing. She has started barking for really no apparent reason. And she believes that the rules do not really apply to her. Old dog license, I guess. But she still loves to play with the young dogs, and she still gets the zoomies, and she snores like crazy at night.
I signed her up for a Rally Obedience class starting next month. I’m really looking forward to it. I don’t know how much she’ll remember, but it will be so good to get out there with my old lady dog and do our thing.
Steven is fantastic. I have come to depend on him so much. He goes to therapy with me. He helps me stay grounded.
We haven’t done anything by way of trialing in agility or rally, but we are still taking agility classes. I dropped him down to a more beginner class because 1) I felt like I couldn’t ever be successful in the class I was in, 2) all the other people in that class were way WAY more experienced than I was, and 3) I have a couple friends in the beginner class. It was absolutely the right decision. It is way more fun for me to run courses that I have a chance of being successful at.
Steve is still an over-the-top wingnut. He’s fast and he’s crazy and I love my agility trainer for her breakaway tire. He still doesn’t have much of a startline stay, but he works really well at a distance so I get away with it a lot of the time.
We played flyball last weekend, and he started off really rough but did settle down and run mostly clean after that, though not as fast as he used to. He ended up having to go in for a green dog on our Open team, so he double ran most of the day on Sunday. He ran third on that team, which was interesting, because Steve absolutely believes that he should go first, and because we haven’t run anything but start in a really really long time so I haven’t had to worry about passing on another dog in forever. But we did well! I am really proud of that.
Bean continues to do well also. He is 19 months old now, and he has the nicest personality. He is relatively calm in the house. He is so sweet and so snuggly. He is fantastic with other dogs, and he lives for his day at “camp” every Tuesday. I’m also really happy with how he’s turning out physically.
Beantastic ran his first full-time position at the flyball tournament last weekend. And he ran as start dog on our “fast” team. No pressure! He hadn’t run in a tournament since August, and I was worried about how he would do. His box turns weren’t the best in the world, but I did get compliments about him from people I really respect, so that was very cool. He ran faster than Steve, giving me a couple of 4.0s. Very proud of him. Our team set a new club record of 18.184, which was very exciting! And Bean got his FDCh-S title (1000 points).
And Hambone, the new guy, has fit right in like he’s been here forever. He has a wonderful personality, he is super athletic, and he enjoys being a lapdog. He loves people. He gets along great with most dogs. And I think he’s going to be a nice, quick little flyball dog once I get him trained. (He’s working on a hit-it board and on restrained recalls right now.)
I love having a little dog. He’s not tiny– 15 1/2″ and 23 pounds, but he’s small enough to pick up and cuddle and he fits great on my lap. I wonder so much where he came from, what kind of life he had before he showed up as a stray. He was completely untrained and didn’t know what a leash was, but he has an outstanding temperament.
It was a risky move, taking in a dog I’d never even met, based on a couple of photographs and the opinion of a person I didn’t know. But he’s a perfect fit. He was meant to be here.
So that’s what’s been happening in my world. I need to try to update more often, but it’s hard. There are so many other things that I need to get done, and my energy and mental abilities are so limited right now. But I’m still here. My dogs are still awesome. And I thank everybody who still drops by here to check on me.