dog behaviour, human behaviour, poetry
Me: It’s Sami’s 18 months old birthday! A whole year and a half! It’s his day to sniff and play and enjoy whatever he likes!
Husband: So many birthdays… didn’t we just celebrate 17 months a month ago?
Me: They don’t live as long as us.
Husband: Then at least seven birthdays a year are required.
Me: Thank you dear. 😉
In time,
I will conquer it all.
Just now, let me conquer your heart.
I am learning
The ways of the world,
Let me grow,
Slowly.
Sami and I hadn’t worked with the spider (an apparatus invented by Susan Salo to help the dog build a natural, healthy jump style) nor the ladder grid for months, but he performed beautifully. He loaded his rear, stepped into the optimum take off point, sprang from two rear feet, and arced nicely over the jump.
Recallers games built in all the foundational skills of ‘it’s your choice’, sit, focus forward, release, and drive to something.
It’s a rainy October day, but we took birthday pictures anyway.
I set up the grooming table in the snow. There were enough outdoor distractions to keep him occupied, while I took pictures.
