Archives for August 2011
What you don’t see (.712 seconds later)
What you see …
What you don’t see …
It’s too hot to be witty – not that I am complaining, because I like the hot. It’s great for napping on the lawn (I did that yesterday; the neighbours probably thought I was a homeless person, because I mean I literally lay down in the middle of the lawn, on the grass, and fell asleep). But it’s not so great for dogs who overheat, so we have been doing several real short sessions of exercise instead of a couple of big ones.
Miss Piper couldn’t be bothered.
In a couple of months, she will be 9 years old. I can’t even believe it.
What a perv. Really gotta go in there and take those testicles out soon.
I think it might be time for another lawn nap. I hope you’re all out enjoying the nice weather!
2nd place (that cursed running around the weave entrance, eating up valuable seconds) and a Q!
We’ve been working VERY hard on his contacts, so there was a lot less creeping today than in the last trial. Now we need to work on his weaves in a trial atmosphere … he can nail his entry from anywhere at home and at class, but in trials he always acts like an idiot who has never seen weaves before ;-)
This is Chica, she is an adult female Boxer. And on Wednesday, August 17th, she was stolen from her home in Coquitlam by two uniformed women posing as “Animal Welfare Officers.” They told her owner that there had been “complaints of mistreatment to the dog” made and that they were taking the dog to a veterinarian to confirm or rule out the alleged abuse. Unfortunately, the owner was not aware of her rights, and was unaware of what organizations in British Columbia have the power to seize a dog under the PCA act (it’s BCSPCA Constables only, and they need to have a warrant when they do:)
“The BC SPCA is not empowered to go in and remove animals from private property without a search warrant unless those animals are in ‘critical’ distress, which means they would not survive without immediate medical intervention.”
These two fake “welfare officers” loaded her dog into their vehicle and left, and have not been seen since.
This kind of thing really PISSES ME OFF, for all kinds of reasons. It pisses me off that people take things that don’t belong to them. It pisses me off that dog owners don’t know the laws about their rights and responsibilities as dog owners. It pisses me off that thieves dress up like animal control officers, thus making my coworkers’ jobs that much more difficult. And it really pisses me off that these two thieves, whoever they are, are most likely stealing dogs like Chica under the guise of “rescue” – because that makes the rest of us who rescue legitimately look really bad.
I don’t know Chica’s owner – we went to highschool together but we are not currently “friends” outside of Facebook (highschool was a really long time ago. The Food Lady is as old as the freakin’ hills). I don’t know her and I don’t know how Chica was housed or treated in her home. I have never met Chica. But her owner emailed me because she knows I am involved with rescue, and wondered if I had any lines on where her dog might be being “fostered.” Well I surely don’t, and nobody I know and/or respect in rescue does either.
This is Kate.
“Kate is 17 years old and was stolen from a house in Tsawwassen this week. The two women who stole her dressed up in uniform and dragged her away from the only home she has ever known. She is an outdoor dog (by her choice) and is very much loved. She has medical issues and needs to be returned ASAP.”
IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION ON THE WHEREABOUTS OF CHICA OR KATE, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL RCMP DETACHMENT, YOUR LOCAL ANIMAL SHELTER OR SPCA SHELTER.
And keep your dogs indoors people … if you don’t, your dog could be next :(
Nobody has stolen Dexter because that would be just plain foolish of them. After a day or so of living with the Non Stop Machine they would probably just give him right back.
One thing I really miss, living out here in the stix, is water. I spent more than a decade of my dog owning life living at the edge of the ocean, and swimming was a regular part of our exercise routine (and by “our” I of course mean “the dogs” because there is no way in hell you will see me in a bathing suit!). It’s bloody hard to find good swimming out here – our secret beach spot is just a half hour or so away, but it’s more of a splashing scenario than a swimming one, since the tide is either way way out, or it’s so in there is no beach to go to. The few places for swimming I do know around here tend to be quite popular, and TWooie throws a wrench in that, being that he’s a dick. I just want to go somewhere quiet and let the dogs swim off some energy, without running inTWooference all the time.
So Joe told us about Latimer Pond, which is just 20 minutes or so away from us, and allegedly quite empty on a weekday. He was right!
…where Spring dogs fear to tread.
Sorry boys and girls – can’t no man (or woman) tame the Woo!
(*insert orchestral freedomy-sounding music here*)
and two hours later we finally made our way home, where everyone promptly crashed on various dog beds. Everyone except Dexter, who asked to go out and do somethinganythingpleasegodlet’sdosomething!
Silly Dexter. He is very difficult to thoroughly exhaust. We did pretty good in class last night, since we are working really hard on his contacts to try and eliminate the creeping down to the 2o2o position. We worked him so hard that by the end of class he basically dragged himself to the truck with his front legs, stuffed himself in a crate, and passed out. I have to find where he’s hiding the recharger though, because by this morning he was once again bouncing off the walls.
Maybe I’ll tire him out tomorrow, as he’s running in another agility trial. Actually, he’s only doing a Steeplechase – it’s Tweed’s day, and he’s doing some Standard runs. In exchange, I’m scribing for the trial and taking some photos. I do so love the barter system!
You should come out and see my little giraffe do his thang – the trial is at Highrun in Pitt Meadows.
But watch out … for you never know where the Woo may be hiding.
You remember how last year Tweed, Piper and I were hired to be in a movie called Marley and Me – The Puppy Years?
The movie is now available (it’s a straight to video kinda thing) and you can watch it free, here.
I have not watched the whole thing, because talking animal movies SKEEVE ME THE *EFF* OUT!! However, I did know what bits we were going to be in, so I found them for you.
You can see Piper and I doing an agility course at about 57:18 (and then shortly after that, you can see me HURL poor Mick into the pool, where he’s supposed to be doing some kind of Splash Dogs thing. Ha ha ha!)
And then at about 76:13 you can see Tweed and Piper being *beyond* freakin’ adorable for a few seconds:
Man, I don’t need a blog to make my dogs famous – Woo’s been in a commercial and a tv show, Dexter is the face of NTI Global Agility Equipment, and now Tweed and Piper are movie stars! This is great! Legacy: my dogs haz it.