Clementine was my first senior rescue, my first NYACC pull, and the driving force behind much of what I do rescue-wise now. Without Clementine, there would be no Eddie.
But if you know me at all, you know that grunting noises and a set of googley eyes draw me like in a seagulls to a dumpster. So let me tell you the story of Eddie.
It's been nearly two months since my last post and so much has changed. Some good things, some not good.
Every time I see a meme that says something to the effect of "there's always room for one more dog" or more dogs = better, I cringe. I'm here to tell you that more isn't always better.
Getting one dog to sit still for a picture is tough. Getting five to sit for a picture in the spots you want to them is damn near impossible. Like every dog mom on the planet, I like taking tons of pictures of my pack. Here's how I get the Dog Soup dogs to pose... Continue Reading →
But in December we had a really awkward trial where he seemed over faced, an emotion/state of mind he very rarely gives in to. We were able to make lemonade out of lemons that day and at the end of the day he still left feeling pretty OK about the whole thing, but I was concerned ("concerned" in this context meaning freaked out because I thought I was ruining/had already ruined my dog).
I've gone back and forth about writing about this. The situation itself involves dogs but the underlying sentiment isn't really dog specific. But it's something that in some context has happened to most people and I'm sure at least some of you can commiserate. Here's the story: some time ago an extended family member was... Continue Reading →
In the wide world of horse showing, there are plenty of ways to disqualify yourself. The same is true in the world of competition obedience.