What the f*ck kind of flower is this?
I love the bargain bin section of the vegetable market, as it provides an endless array of new and confusing fruit and vegetables for the chickens.
Another way to confuse the chickens … add a new chicken.
This lady is another Animal Control acquisition, this time from my own working district. She’s been on the lam for about 6 weeks, leading the animal control officers on a merry chase through town. One of them finally caught her yesterday, sitting on a clutch of eggs. Since you aren’t allowed to have chickens in North Vancouver, even if someone were to try and claim her they wouldn’t be permitted to have her back, so I took her home. Any ideas of what sort of chicken she might be? She has almost no comb, but a lot of extra mop-top feathers atop her head. She lays white eggs. The farm manager said she was a “low grade” chicken, whatever that means, but failed to expand on the concept. The other chickens feel she is pretty “low grade” too as they are kicking the hell out of her.
TWooie thinks he would like to eat her, since he missed his chance to eat the other chickens he was chasing a couple mornings ago. I let the dogs out for a pee and went back in to make coffee, and heard panicked chicken sounds – turns out some of my hens had busted loose from their enclosure and were being relentlessly pursued by TWoo, who was trying with all his might to sprout wings and fly, since this was clearly the only way he was going to catch them.
It wasn’t me. It was that other dog beside me that looks a lot like me.
Say … is that a loose chicken??
Fortunately, my hens trust me and they came running to me to protect them from TWoowolf.
Just another Sunday at Food Lady Farm.
Ah, but it was NOT just another Sunday! It was Regionals Sunday, so after saving the chickens, I drove out to Abbotsford to cheer on my friends. I admit I experienced some waffling in the morning about going out there … I was so depressed about missing my first Regionals in like 8 years that I thought maybe going out there would just be too tough to bear.
I didn’t tell Tweed where I was going. He never would have forgiven me if he knew that we weren’t doing Regionals this year.
I remember being on the podium like it was just last year.
And I didn’t bother telling Piper, the dog with the 3-second-memory-retention, because she would have had no idea what I was talking about anyway. As it is, she seems to forget how to do agility from week to week, so I’m sure the concept of “Regionals” retains no space in her limited little bean anyway.
I could’ve mentioned it to Woo, who would likely have been ambivalent about the whole thing; while Wootie shows promise at the sport, he can mostly take it or leave it. In class last week we were doing Regionals prep (*sob*) and after two runs of mostly stepping on and/or kicking Piper AKA “Underfoot” I brought Wootie out in her place to do the Jumpers run. Damn if he didn’t whip through the whole course like a pro. How does he do that, when he gets almost no training at all? And why won’t he do it consistently?
Anyway, I kinda had to go on Sunday to visit and see the closing ceremonies / final placements. I didn’t have much choice, because a little birdie let it slip on Saturday that Rogue AKA Poguey AKA Angry Coho, the Something-Jack adopted from TDBCR, was sitting in 1st place and was a futhermucking contender! Had to go see how she fared.
And am I ever glad I did.
Meet TDBCR Rogue, the 2011 AAC BC-Yukon Regional 16″ Regular Division CHAMPION!!
They smoked everyone in their division of about 40 dogs, with a final score of 567 points. Last year they were 2nd place, so I guess this year they had nowhere to go but up ;-) What’s truly amazing is that in November, Rogue tore her ACL while tearing through the forest and has undergone surgery and months of rehab, and has only been easing back into the game of agility for a month. Now that, my friends, is called coming back!
Plus she kicked some sheltie ass …. shelties being the bane of every other breed in the 16″ regular division. But mostly I am so happy, because RESCUE DOGS ROCK! No snooty papered sport bred puppy here … just a little abandoned mystery mix puppy from Yakima, Washington who is kicking ass and taking names! It’s a banner day for rescue :) I am so very proud of Poguey and her mum Fiona.
I have not had a chance to see what other TDBCR dogs qualified for Nationals this year, but there was at least one other TDBCR dog on the podium. TDBCR Kali placed 5th in the 22″ Regular division … 22″ regular is one of the toughest classes, being it is where most of the border collies play, and this was Kali’s very first Regionals, so it was a huge accomplishment! Huge congrats to Kali and handler Marian!
So congrats to all the TDBCR dogs who did well this year. And to all the competitors, who toughed out what I understand was torrential rains and wind throughout most of Saturday and Sunday morning. (The sun of course came out when I arrived, because that’s the Universe trying to bestow my annual Regionals sunburn on me ;-)) The heart of the game is the spirit of its competitors, and you should all be very proud.
Someone said Regionals is like Christmas – there’s a lot of hype leading up to it, you spend a short amount of time with a lot of family and friends in an emotionally charged environment, and when it’s over, you are exhausted. I remember that feeling well and think it’s a perfect analogy. This year though, after it was over, I felt … lonely. I was so excited while I was there, and so happy for my friends who did well, but when I got home I felt sad. It’s silly – it’s just a game, after all, but it’s *my* game. And I feel so cheated, not being able to play because some kid plowed into the back of my car when I went to get groceries :(
On the plus side, my physiotherapist says next week I’m ready to start some running. It’s been 4 months since I’ve been allowed to bust out my treadmill, so I take this as a good sign that things are getting better!
And I guess I always have next year to look forward to, when I will get to run Deter “Long Stride” Morgan the giraffe, who even as a baby dog is showing every indication of being totally AWESOME.
What is a “next year?” Can I eat it? Or jump over it? Or fetch it?
Hopefully I will be able to run Tweed too … he will be 12 then, which is pretty old, but the border collie that won what would have been his division this year is 14, so there’s still hope for him yet!
Piper, however, will be staying home.
Why is there a stick in my mouth? Was I going somewhere?
Hell, maybe I’ll even run Woo!
No .. Woo … WOO! Jump FORWARD! Not straight up and down! I said FORWARD!
Hmmm … maybe not.
Until next time, friends. And remember:
Your next Regional Champion could be waiting in a shelter somewhere near you!