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Windy Days

Yesterday Mom and I went to Lodi to do some nosework  which the AKC calls scent work.  Mom got all decked out in purple because it was the anniversary of the passing of our young friend Amelia whose favorite color, like Mom’s, was purple.  She even took the crochet afghan that she’s making in Amelia’s memory.  It was a day to remember her and to enjoy my time with Mom.

We were set to compete in four events:  interiors, containers, buried, and exteriors.  We were 43rd on the list, so we had a lot of sitting around to do, so I was glad Mom took my kennel because I don’t like staying in the car.

We did the interior first.  I showed Mom where it was, but she didn’t believe me, so she called “alert” in the wrong place.  She gave me cookies, and told me I did a good job, which I did.  No cookies for her.

Next, we went up the hill where it was VERY windy, and I had to check out the containers.  Again, I found the right container, but Mom didn’t believe me, so she called the wrong box.  You know, some days I just can’t get her to listen to me.  She’s great and all, but she really needs more practice.

I was a little discouraged with her performance since I was 2/2, and she was 0/2, and we had buried hides next.  I figured Mom needed time to regroup, so I just walked around in the area with the buried hides for two minutes until the timer said our time was over.  I made my point.  If you don’t listen, I am not going to show you where the hide is.

Last was exteriors.  The judge asked if Mom wanted a second to take a breath, but Mom declined, and we went ahead.  She did promise to listen this time.  We went through the search area, and I showed Mom where the odor was, and she said, “I hear you, and is it okay if we just check the rest of the area?”  I agreed, so we did that, and we came back, and I showed her the same spot I was before, so she called it, and, of course, we were right.

On the day, I was 3/3 that I attempted (3/4 of what we entered), and Mom was 1/4.  Luckily we went to class last night so Mom could get more practice doing her part.

We are competing again next weekend, so hopefully Mom will pay more attention.  She’s pretty smart, and I think she will catch on eventually.

-Moz

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Remembering Amelia

Mom tried to explain to me what happened to my friend Amelia.  She said that Amelia who was three years old went to a place like Rainbow Bridge. Mom seems sad about that, but I think Amelia will be very happy there.  She was always so nice and helpful to me and my friends.  I think she’d be super happy getting to play with furry friends all day.

Mom said our friend Jessica, Amelia’s mom, needs our love and prayers, so I’m sending those.  Mom said bully sticks would not help, but if they would, I’d share.  That’s how important Jessica is and how much I liked Amelia.

Mom says that even though people die, they are never really gone as long as we share memories of them.  Mom’s usually right, so I thought I’d share a couple of my favorite memories of my friend Amelia:

One day at my lesson, Amelia climbed up on the  high dogwalk and started to go across it.  Then she looked down and realized how far up she was.  I know how scary that is which is why I look straight ahead when I’m up there.  Anyway, she asked Jessica to get her down, and Jessica didn’t just run over there.  She did a very good mom thing and just told Amelia to think about how she got up there and then use that same method to get down.  Sure enough, in less than a minute, Amelia was back on the ground running around.

Another one of my happy moments with Amelia was when I was practicing for agility, and Mom said I needed to work on focus when there were distractions.  I always found Amelia distracting because she was cute and was my height, so Mom asked Jessica if it would be okay to use her during practice, and Jessica agreed.  Amelia ran around, sang, pushed things around, and had a great time.  At least, that’s what Mom said.  I stayed focused, so I don’t remember as well. I do know that at the very next trial, I didn’t get distracted at all, so Amelia helped!

Amelia was a good agility trainer.  She used to help her mom out on the course, and she’d usually say, “Good doggie” to me and only occasionally “uh-oh.”  One day she was there when Jessica was helping Mom with course maps, and Mom had been using a purple pen which Amelia really liked, so Mom asked if Amelia wanted the pen, and she said, “yes,” so Mom let her have it.  Jessica who is a great mom told her to say thank you (which she did).

I will really miss seeing Amelia when I go to Jessica’s, and I will never forget her.  I like to think Mom is right, and my memories will keep Amelia with us in spirit.

-Moz