Astur

Jan. 23rd, 2014 12:15 am
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This is my "sorta rescue" -- she was for sale on Craigslist in Ohio and her breeder contacted me and asked if I could help out. (Her owner had not contacted the breeder before listing her for sale.) With the help of some friends, I bought her and brought her home with the intention of figuring out where she needed to be. Not sure yet, but she might just need to stay with me. :)

She turned 2 years old on November 16--I brought her home the night of November 17th. This is Astur on November 18th:

Astur, standing by a tree, looking very dull-coated, and with no muscle tone

This is Astur on January 18:

Astur, a large female sable GSD,  shiny and healthy and happy


Astur - a large black sable female GSD, shiny, healthy, happy
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Did workout 15, 16, 17, then slacked of a bit--lots of muscle pain in my back before I started the work out and some intense hurting throughout. Took it easy for Workout 18, then skipped 2 days and went 3 days in a row while at the farm. Bumped myself up to Week 2 of the "official" Couch-to-5k program--so 90 seconds of running then 2 minutes of walking (iirc). This means 6 run sets instead of 8. The landscape at the farm is much more interesting--get to go somewhere instead of just running the loop around my property. And it was very cool this weekend--I had no problems with breath or with getting all of the run sets in. Did have some sacroiliac and IT band/thigh/hip pain. Did a lot of careful stretching. So, that takes me up to Workout 21. Felt really good to get out and wrulk (run/walk) at the farm--beautiful weather and I feel better for the rest of the day after I get a workout in. I'm starting to *want* to go work out.

Here's a picture of my "traveling posse" - Oda and Nemi -- and the gorgeous day at the farm.





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Watching these little ones being born. :)

Beware the shakycam--consider yourself warned!

Pool time

Jun. 5th, 2013 10:44 pm
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My pool is not yet open, but the dogs don't want to wait any longer.

Bo lying on the top step of the pool--you can see the green water just below the top stepB

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Some gorgeous photos here--but at the expense of his neighbor's privacy. Intrusion for the sake of art?

http://twentytwowords.com/2013/05/17/photographer-covertly-shoots-his-neighbors-at-home-neighbors-are-furious/



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Lynx is in Florida and his new person is LOVING him--he is doing dock diving and protection work already and she's having a blast doing some obedience with him. He must be in heaven. She has him for 3 months to make sure, then I'll sign over co-ownership of him--so he can always come back home and he won't be sold on. Don't think this woman is that type, but it does happen (especially with worky GSDs). It's wonderful to have him getting to do all he wants to do and have someone else think he's really a fantastic dog. She also owns Macy from my M litter--Lynx's full sister, but 1 year younger.

Loch is in PA, training for a service dog, and she is LOVING him. He also has started dock diving and she plans to compete with him in AKC obedience. She is loving his willing attitude and he is completely smitten with his new person. The person who has Macha is good friends with Loch's new person and her comment was, "He is a VERY NICE dog." So. Again with the validation--my feeling on him was that he was an extremely nice working dog prospect. These M and L dogs are good, useful dogs who love to work and do stuff and want very much to be good--and the ones who aren't working are fabulous companions and pets who are very bonded to their people.

I went herding this weekend and Strider rocked his first two lessons on goats. Jubilee is a better dog than I can do justice too; Oda thinks her game is better than my game. Nemi did some duck work and I think after her sch1, we'll go on to herding with her.

In the meantime, have a picture of the happiest puppy in the world:

Smiling blue merle Aussie puppy


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I think Lynx will be going to a new home next week, where dock diving will be a major activity of his. His new person will be driving up from Florida to meet him. She owns his sister and has been very active with her. She's really excited about competing with him in dock diving. She'll also work with him in lure coursing and personal protection--and maybe agility. I think it's the right decision, that he'll be happier and will end up well loved and thoroughly enjoying each and every day.

But it's going to be very, very hard to see him go. Today, he was my "go dog" and he did errands with me, and we went to the lake and he got a few dives in.




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Thankfully, I do not need this today or this week or this month or this year, I hope. But I wanted to save it somewhere because it is lovely.



A Dog Has Died
Pablo Neruda

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.

Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.

Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea's movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean's spray.

Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each other.

So now he's gone and I buried him,
and that's all there is to it.


Translated, from the Spanish, by Alfred Yankauer

Florida

Sep. 17th, 2012 01:19 am
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I joined my brother and his wife for 3 nights down in Melbourne Beach, Florida. Got a few pictures of the glorious sunset over the Indian River...



Puppy <3

Jul. 25th, 2012 10:13 pm
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This is the puppy I was calling Sioux. I took this video of him and his brother (Shale, the black pup) for someone out of state who is interested in them, and I thought I'd share.

Derecho

Jul. 2nd, 2012 11:58 am
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Wtf was that? Scary winds with Friday's storms--trees down everywhere. Power out since Friday night. All doing OK here. Really, really hoping for power back before the end of the week.

Dogs and cats and chickens are all OK.

The pups are staying cool, for the most part....






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