Tracking Trekker

Catching a Nap

2012-01-16T22:59:00.001-06:00

Some are certainly more comfortable than others.

All Eyes Are Watching

2012-01-07T16:02:00.002-06:00

With a long winter break the dogs have gotten used to me taking them on more lengthy walks. We have explored several new routes. As a result, I am finding four eyes gazing at me through out the house just waiting for signs that it's time to head out again. These are the times that I'm glad that I can't hear their thoughts, I'd have no rest at all.

The Dogs' Way or No Way

2012-01-04T17:39:00.000-06:00

Even though we have two dog pillows they prefer to share. I keep moving the pillows onto the patio and they keep moving them into the yard. It appears to be dogs one and owner zero.

I want to come back as a dog

2011-12-29T14:45:00.000-06:00

What a life!

A Day in the Sun

2011-12-28T16:57:00.000-06:00

A lazy day for two out of the three. I sit in the sun reading my book from my new IPad. Trekker warms my feet and Zoey guards us all. She doesn't like the fact that the snow birds are arriving and now we have more neighbors.

Oh Those Girls

2011-12-19T17:51:00.000-06:00

Trekker is lounging comfortable on the loveseat and little Miss Zoey decides she wants to be up there too. She never gives Trekker's discomfort a thought. With a sigh he moves to allow her space. Then he gives me the mournful look of, "Why a girl? We did so nicely as a male dominated household. Now look!"

The Written Word Lives On

2011-12-11T13:31:00.001-06:00

Last Christmas Luke turned my blog into a hard cover book. It was a wonderful gift at the time, but a soul saver when Shiloh passed away. The day I had to put Shiloh down I sat and reread it's entries, looked at the pictures, and cried. Nothing helped me heal more than that book. I could remember Shiloh in his prime--chasing squirrels, antagonising Trekker, and being my bestfriend. I had forgotten so many of the dog antics that were included in the blog. My memories now focus on the outstanding dog Shiloh was not the dog who struggled to get up in the end. This has caused me to begin writing in the blog again regularly. My memory may be faulty, but the writen word and pictures live on.

We Continue to Work

2011-12-11T13:16:00.000-06:00

Zoey and I have been in obedience classes for the last three weeks. I thought we needed to work on our skills with other dogs and distractions. What I am getting is a lesson on what not to do. The other dog is about the same age as Zoey, a year and a half, and been living with her owner about the same amount of time, a month and a half, but that is where our similarities end. The other owner is soft spoken and petite and her dog is reactive and with a tendency to lunge at other dogs and drag her owner. The owner needs to be firm and with quick corrections and praise which have been demonstrated for her multiple times. At each demonstration the dog quickly does what is being asked of her. But no, the owner says that she feels the corrections are mean and when reminded about the praise she says, “I forgot.” As a result, she is getting welts on her hand from holding the leash so tight and she walks this poor dog walking on his hind legs because the owner is pulling up so hard and continually. I saw her crying to her friends in the parking lot after class and saying that it was just too hard. This is a definite case of a dog being ruined because of a lousy owner. Where is the Dog Whisperer when you need him?

Zoey and I on the other hand are doing well on the other side of the room. We stay over a good leash distance from the other dog and owner. Zoey is a quick learner and wants to please. She picks things up faster than any other dog I’ve trained. After this class concludes we’ll be training on our own or in private lessons. I’ll put her in agility in the spring where she will really shine. Trekker is fast, but Zoey is faster.

As for Trekker’s training, agility training is starting up again on Thursday. I want to say for the hundredth time that when Trekker and I ran our beginner NADAC agility trial, he was the only one who had two perfect runs. Yeah! Yeah! This was definitely a case of a great dog rather than a great owner. He just loves running the course and struts. Now we’ll have to see how we both hold up as the stakes get harder.

The Passing of the Torch

2011-12-03T17:54:00.002-06:00

If you’d ask me I would say that Zoey, our new addition, and Shiloh are nothing alike. From their size to their temperaments they would be measured as opposites. But as I sat outside this afternoon, I watched Zoey guard the fence line from rabbits with zeal and thought Zoey is so much like Shiloh. No rabbit or squirrel was safe from Shiloh’s watchful eye. As soon as we would go outside Shiloh would take inventory of our yard and run any wayward rabbit or squirrel from it. Then he’d continue to guard its perimeter until it was time to go in. Shiloh was never able to pass the torch to Trekker. Trekker’s interest in the joys of a good chase was always fickled. He was and is a fare weather chaser. For over a year Shiloh had grown too feeble to chase the invaders out and without a good predecessor the rabbits had the advantage. Then in marched little Miss Zoey. Once she decided that this was going to be her forever home she felt that all invaders must be pursued. She darts out the door and races for the fence line. Zoey quickly takes stock and more often than not a hot chase is on. She will not rest until the yard is free of any trespasser. But Zoey has taken the job a bit further. She feels that a rabbit should not be allowed in seeing distance of her yard. She will continue to run and jump until the rabbit just gives up and goes away. Maybe Shiloh is looking down with just a little smirk and thinking, “Way to go Zoey!”

Luke's On His Way

2011-11-23T19:46:00.000-06:00

Zoey here—I’m really nervous, tonight I meet Trekker’s boy. He’s flying in for Thanksgiving and Trekker can’t wait. Trekker tells me the first thing he does is shower Luke with kisses and sits on his lap so he can reach his boy’s face better. Trekker also told me that it is his job to follow Luke all around the house and love him up every time he sits down. Trekker even says he that he sleeps with his boy when he is home. That Luke must be really special because Trekker guards Mom’s head while she sleeps every night. He’ll have to leave guarding Mom to me while he’s busy with Luke. I am up to the task. While I have the chance I’m going to try and sleep up by her head where Trekker won’t let me go.

What’s really got me worried though is whether Luke will like me. I know that I am not Shiloh, the dog he grew up with, but I’ve been trying really hard to make the family love me. I’ve been really good and I snuggle up to Mom or Grandma every chance I get. I guard the yard from quail and rabbit. I heard Grandma say that I am a real sweetie so I know that I have her heart, but can I win Luke over this weekend. I’ll sure try. I’ve got to go and make more plans because the plane is in the air and he’ll be here soon!

A Team in the Making

2011-11-15T21:12:00.004-06:00

Grandma says they march along like little soldiers, but I compare them more to a team of horses. No matter what you compare them to, they love their walks and are always ready to go!

They are Corgi

2011-11-14T19:10:00.000-06:00

The three years Shiloh and Trekker were together I was amazed at the differences between them. Their characteristics were unique, in no way did they look at the world the same. Now with having two dogs of the same breed I am amazed with the similarities. When stalking a quail they both lift their front paw in anticipation. They caulk their head when listening to me in the same way. After play they stretch out with one foot behind them. They even patrol the yard for wildlife with the same methodical way. But the most fun to watch is the intense laps around the house. Zoey is by far the fastest on the straight away, but Trekker has a quicker, sharper turn. Then the play becomes a close wrestling match. Groundhog, the stuff toy, is the prize. They are corgi and boy are they fun!

You'd Think We Lived in the Middle of Nowhere

2011-11-13T12:54:00.000-06:00

What a pain!!! I want to get Zoey in an obedience class and can't find any on our side of town other than Petsmart. The closest class appears to be a 30 to 40 minute drive. There seem to be plenty of trainers that come to your home, but I want a class that has other dogs and owners as detractors. I have started with sits and downs on my own. Once we have those I'll go to stay. The question is, how important is heel? Zoey does a nice loose leash walk but has no clue what heel means. I'm just not sure until I know where I want to go with her that I need a strong heel. I sure wish that I kept the weekly lists for training from other classes that way I'd have a better than my own pacing guide. On a positive note, she is a willing and quick learner. I think she'd make a better therapy dog than Trekker. She wants to please.

Becoming Buds

2011-11-09T18:02:00.000-06:00

The floors will never look the same.

By Sunday night Trekker wanted Zoey to pack her bags and leave. She was fun for a little romp and snuggle, but enough is enough. Trekker did not like sharing his people and wanted her out of his house. By Monday morning I began searching the internet for articles on getting two adult dogs to bond. (Not much there.) I called Cindy back in Iowa, but got no answer so I just winged it. Then this morning they decided they could share my lap and were buds. I guess Trekker decided Zoey wasn't going any place and it was nicer to just get along. As I write this the two are guarding the yard from rabbit invaders. So far three have been run off and they are looking for more. I think I can breathe a sigh of relief and just relax in a two corgi home.

2011-11-07T18:50:00.000-06:00

Zoey feels that the lemon tree is shedding lemons just for her.

First she collects them, then she rolls them around the patio.

Zoey Has Arrived

2011-11-06T13:42:00.000-06:00

From strangers

Zoey is now part of the family. I picked up her up about 5:15 Friday night. Zoey decided the front seat suited her just fine for the ride home. I didn't know I could drive an hour and a half of freeway traffic one handed, but I can. I stroked and talked to her the whole way. If I stopped stroking she nudged for more. I can also say she does not care for the GPS voice and the car calling unit. I think that long ride helped the bonding process.

When we got home Rich and I introduced Trekker and Zoey in the neighbor's driveway. I then took both for a walk. When we got home we went into the backyard and hung out. All Trekker wanted to do is sniff Zoey. Neither dog showed any aggression. Zoey would explore part of the yard and then run back to me. Maybe it was all that petting and talking on the ride home seemed to anchor her to me. I sat down on the dog pillow so I was accessible to both dogs. Finally, Trekker enticed her to a little play.

Trekker is not used to heavy play and can't keep up with Zoey, but he has learned from the best. Trekker used to run lap after lap and then run to close to Shiloh. Bam! Shiloh would have him. Trekker found that same works for Zoey.

To pillow snugglers

My only problem is that we have had two accidents. We will have just been outside and Zoey waits until she comes in. Now all of our doors are closed and have moved furniture to limit her access to other rooms until she is over this. I guess everything can not be a perfect transition.

Taking Care of Everyone's Needs

2011-10-29T13:04:00.024-05:00

As a teacher I have always known what is good for one student is not always good for another. To be the best educator I can be I need look at the needs of individual students as well as my class. So it is, as well as, with having dogs. Trekker has grown up as part of a canine-people pac, there has never been a time that he was a lone dog. I have known that since Trekker was young that he would need to be part of a dog and people family. He loves me, but Shiloh was his best friend and buddy. When the vet gave the announcement that Shiloh had probably no more than three months left, I knew that I had to do something to help both my babies. For Shiloh I had to make his last days the best I could and for Trekker it meant finding a new sibling.

The first of September I saw Darci's breeder ad. She was looking for a family home for a fifteen month little girl, Zoey. Zoey had been intended for the show ring, but she her nose was to long and she was too "lighter of bone" to be a good show dog. Hence her need for a forever home. Darci had had several people inquire and had turned down three perspective owners. We both felt that Zoey would make a perfect sister for Trekker. I explained my situation about Shiloh and told Darci that as long as Shiloh was living I would not bring home a new dog, no matter how perfect. Because the two corgis seemed to a perfect match and Darci agreed to keep Zoey until we were ready to bring her home.

When I knew that I didn't have to worry about Trekker's needs, my attention went to making Shiloh's last days the best they could be. He could no longer take walks, but Shiloh loved riding on the golf cart. Every night after dinner I took him out for his ride so that he could savor the neighborhood smells. He got treats that Trekker didn't (to fattening for Trekker.) And when Shiloh's appetite was leaving him, I treated his food with broth. On the days Shiloh could crawled up into Rich's beloved recliner, Rich gave it to him and sat on the sofa. He'd say that he didn't want to disturb Shiloh. We hope Shiloh knew how much he was loved.

Now the focus must return to Trekker. He walks the house and the yard looking for Shiloh. He wants to sleep more than play. I went and bought him new toys and they lay unused on the floor. It is evident that Trekker is mourning as much as we are. Next week I will deliver Trekker to Grandma's house before work and pick him up after, this will keep him from being home alone. Then next Friday I will pick up Zoey. Zoey will never replace Shiloh, but she will find her own nitch in each of our hearts.

Thank You

2011-10-28T15:53:00.003-05:00

My best friend and loyal companion was called to the Rainbow Bridge this morning. It is amazing that one dog could touch so many hearts, but Shiloh did. He was loved by many. Thank you Shiloh for giving me fourteen years of love and devotion. I love you and will miss you terribly.

2011-10-10T19:03:00.003-05:00

Trekker is a cave man. He likes to lay under furniture or in the corners of rooms where his back is protected. His favorite cave is under the desk. As we do paperwork, Trek loves to burrow down.

Visitors Must Use Manners

2011-10-02T17:01:00.014-05:00

The weather in the mornings are now cool and enjoyable. The dogs and I take every opportunity to be outside taking in the cool breezes and passing wildlife. An occassional coyote will amble by, the hummingbirds have returned and flutter quite close, but my favorite is the quail. I love everything about them: their strut; their calls; and most of all how they act as a family unit. The quail seem to have a regular route around the neighborhood. They visit our yard about 6:30 every morning. I throw seed into the rocks to encourage these regular visits. On a normal day we have about 1o quail visitors. This morning the quail announcement seemed to go out that there was ample food and the quail swarmed in. Within minutes we had over 30 pecking through the yard. All the while, Trekker lay on his pillow watching the amazing sight. Soon the quail began to quarrel over who got what section of the yard. This seemed to annoy Trek. He would leap off the pillow and run through the middle of the eating, quarrelling quail and send them running out of our yard. Then he'd make a couple laps through the perimeter of our yard to make sure all the quail were gone. When satisfied his job was done he'd return to his pillow. The food was too much to resist and the quail would gingerly return. Trekker would watch patiently from his pillow until another argument would pursue and then he'd leap off the pillow to clear our yard again of quarrelling quail. This happened over a half a dozen times. It was quite a sight to watch. I believe the moral of this story is, visitors are welcome, but we'll send you packing if you aren't pleasant!

Corgis Don't Forget

2011-09-17T09:41:00.005-05:00

Most of the house projects are done, I'm feeling healthier than I have in months, and the mornings are cooler. All this adds up to-- I need to start working Trekker again. For the past week Trekker an I have been out, working through our paces. We run through all the basics, including meets and greets and staying while a rabbit goes by. Trekker is a master. After a year and a half of living here and not doing much obedience work I expected a rusty corgi and what I got was a corgi who remembered everything he had been taught. He learned by the third day that running shoes mean we're heading out, otherwise mom lives in sandals.

Both of us miss the camaraderie of working along side other dogs and owners. I thought when we were ready for another class there would be lots of classes around us to choose from. Wrong! We live on the wrong side of the city. But travel if must, Trekker and I will be in the class starting in the end of September. It's part obedience and beginning agility. I know Trekker is ready, but I'm hoping I'll be able to keep up too.

Life is Good

2011-09-13T10:25:00.000-05:00

Summer in Arizona is hard and for the hearty, and I have not been feeling so hearty. When the heat soars to 115 in the day and only cools to the mid 90s in the day everything is affected. The fruit trees leaves are yellow and sad, I’m told it is sunburn and won’t hurt the tree. The palm has fronds that have browned beyond repair; I’m told that happens to protect the rest of the fronds from heat reflected off the rock landscape. The rabbits have been eating the lower leaves of the grapefruit tree just to get some water. Everything I have potted and diligently watered through the summer has died. The dogs and I have been lethargic and even a little depressed. For them going outside to relieve themselves has been a chore. Nothing has escaped the Arizona heat. If it were like this year around only a fool would live here. But at the moment of feeling the most despondent cool air has begun to arrive!

The nights are beginning to cool, which means the dogs and I can be out on the patio in the morning. It is wonderful! I do my best reading and relaxing there. Trekker is in heaven. He had forgotten there is a world of rabbits, quail and even the occasional lizard to chase and harass. Shiloh hobbles to the large pillow placed out there for yet another nap in his old state. As he lies down even a sigh can be heard from him, the cool weather is coming back and life is beginning to be good again. Trekker and I took our first evening walk in ages. We both felt good and alive again. In this new awakening I have gotten the urge to blog again so my theme for today is good and needs to be rejoiced.

Coyote Fear

2010-03-07T17:55:00.003-06:00

We've made it to Arizona and have been here for a week. The house closed prior to getting arriving and we had a fence put in so the dogs could run their new home. Very proactive of us until we found out about coyotes. Oh the horror stories told about how you have to watch your dogs every second or otherwise a coyote will attack them. We're told not to walk them after dark or a dusk. I don't know what is true and what is urban legend, but I'm on alert! The fenced backyard is only used only during daylight hours and I'm ever on watch duty. We have a regular coyote who walks by at about 8:30 in the morning so we never go out at that time. Dark and dusk, we use the front courtyard that has 9 foot walls. Those coyotes are not going to get my dogs! Anybody know the truth?

On a lighter note, Shiloh just is unsure of this desert landscape. We have no grass so the business has to be done on the rocks. Each time he looks at me like, "Are you really sure you want me to go? This just doesn't seem right." Trekker, on the other hand, feels that when the feeling comes who cares where.

Heart Pounding Experience

2009-08-15T20:57:00.004-05:00

A few minute dog emergency and my heart is still pounding and my hands shaking two hours later. Thankfully both dogs are safe but for a few minutes I wasn't sure what the outcome would be. Oh my babies... I was reading and Trekker and Shiloh were wrestling, all quite normal. Then the tone changed. It took me a few seconds to figure out what had happening. Trekker's rolled leather collar had caught on Shiloh's teeth and wrapped on his lower jaw. The more they panicked and struggled the tighter the collar was getting until it bagan to cut off Trekker's air. I tried to untangle them all the while yelling for my husbands help. No luck. I tried unbuckle the collar. No luck it was too tight. It quickly became clear that if I couldn't unbuckle it I couldn't cut it off either. It was only with one of us holding Shiloh down and Trekker up that we could work them free. This was no easy feat with both dogs in a scared frenzy. Trekker was left wheezing and Shiloh rubbing his jaw on the carpet. After checking them over carefully there appears to be no real damge. Trekker's collar is now setting on the table and tomorrow he will have one that is safer for dog play. I thank my lucky stars that Rich was home and still shake at what could have happened.

Help Needed

2009-08-15T17:39:00.004-05:00

Trekker and I need help. In the past few weeks Trekker seems to have come into his own and is doing great in weekly class. It was suggested today by our dog obedience instructor that we should try a rally novice competition. I've been searching the Internet and can't find exactly what we need to know, any suggestions on where to look? Thanks.

Favorite Place at New House

2009-07-07T09:37:00.002-05:00

On the Mend

2009-07-06T17:14:00.004-05:00

We checked in with our own doctor today. Trek will be on antibiotics for a week and will tire faster but is definitely on the mend. He agreed with my diagnosis of Trekker eating the wrong thing and not any of the scare pieces the emergency vet was throwing out. When I told him about the anti-corgi comment he was amazed that another vet would say something like that about a whole breed.

During your shows have you run into breeders in Arizona that you respected?

How to not spend the 4th of July!

2009-07-05T22:33:00.002-05:00

My July 4th morning started early, about 2 am with Trekker throwing up all over our bed. At first I figured that he had just eaten the wrong thing in our day of yard work, I got him outside and the bed cleaned up. The throwing up continued. When everyone else's morning rolled around I tried to get our vet on the phone, no such luck. Dah, it's the 4th of July.

Off to the emergency clinic we go and wait and wait and wait. After two hours of waiting and being told it may be another 2 hours I decide to take him home. He hadn't thrown up in that amount of time and was taking water. His temp normal. Later he begins throwing up again and is now refusing water. He is one sick puppy. Back to the emergency room. This time it's less than an hour's wait. Of course they run tests and everything comes back right around the normal range, but he has become dehydrated. They give him fluids and a shot to keep from throwing up any more and we head for home. By this time it's 8 pm and I'm much poorer.

By morning he was taking water and interested in the world around him. As the day progressed Trekker is feeling better. He's run to investigate and is now eating small quantities of rice mixed with a little tuna. Tomorrow we'll visit our vet to make sure we're really mending. My best guess is that Trek got into weeds that Rich sprayed.

The vet at the emergency room I'm not too fond of. He tells me that he's not to fond of corgis because they are bad tempered. Mine is the first that isn't and he's a keeper. My thought--if Trekker hadn't been feeling so bad maybe he wouldn't have liked him either. Dogs usually are on the mark for their likes and dislikes. The vet is just not a keeper.

Work Begins As Move Is Made

2009-06-24T10:01:00.003-05:00

Downsizing to half our material possessions, selling a house, finding a rental and moving has certainly taken its toll on training for our therapy dog certification. The move to the rental took place a week ago and as we wait for the job transfer to Arizona Trekker and I started back to training this morning. I am thrilled with his memory. His heal was right on the mark and he had great turns. On the other hand, his stays were short and he would prefer not to down. With the test the 21st of July I won’t be able to slack off anymore.
Back to the move…Every rental house that I saw as a possibility said no dogs. Being the brazen person that I am I called and said let me tell you why you’d like me and my dogs as a renters.
1. My house sold in 22 days with 2 dogs present…
2. The older dog has his canine good citizen and therapy dog certifications.
3. The younger dog is being trained and should have them before summer is out.
Each owner agreed that if we’d like to rent they would be happy for “all of us” to be there. We picked a house close by, but half the size of ours. It has a large fenced yard for the dogs. They were the ones we worried most about in this transition. Once the furniture arrived with their scent they were content. Where we are is home to them. Trekker quickly discovered that the chair in the front room has a perfect street view and the arm has become his perch to world. With Shiloh’s age it’s getting harder for him to climb up on furniture so he’s content to lie on the floor. When Trekker sounds the alarm he stands, looks out, and adds to the ruckus. Both seem to be well adjusted. I’m working on the fact that I don’t need to know about every person and car moving about outside. Me, I’m not sure that I’m cut out for renting and am counting my time. My hope is to move again by Christmas and not have to deal with icy roads.

Busy, Busy

2009-05-10T10:53:00.003-05:00

Trekker here—our house is confusing. First my mom and dad cleaned like mad and kept putting away my toys. They kept picking up the toys from inside and outside the house and I kept trying to tell them NO, I like them out where I can get them. Then they started locking Shiloh in the crate next to mine in the morning when they’d leave. Shiloh hates it, but they just don’t seem to care. Me, I love having Shiloh keeping me company. While we’re locked up strange people walked through and looked all around. They didn’t pay any attention to me, only the house. Then as quickly as it started my toys have come back out and Shiloh has the run of the house again, but for some reason not me. Could it be that they care I chew a few pieces of left out paper and love the toilet paper rolls? She should just be happy that I have never taken out anything that isn’t paper! I’ve heard stories about what other dogs do.
Now these crates and boxes are coming out and being filled. The living room is a fun place because there are so many of them to race around. Before Mom would shoo me out of the room now I just hang out as she works. She doesn’t always appreciate my assistance and shoos me yet again. Shiloh is such a mama’s boy. He just lays there next to her and never gets into anything.
Strange people are coming. Since I’m out they play with me and tell me how cute I am, but when they leave they are taking furniture. Mom calls it downsizing. I heard her tell Luke last night that in a month we are moving into a rental house. They found one with a fence for me. Mom says it’s temporary until they find out about Arizona. I don’t know what that means but we are busy.

Dogs are cunning.

2009-04-19T21:10:00.004-05:00

With the house on the market we thought a little color from Pansies were in order. While I was out front planting Rich decided that he'd take the dogs for a walk so that I could plant in peace. Shiloh, always the mama's boy, never wants to leave me especially if I'm outside. Rich was persistent that he was going too. Shiloh was being led away, all the while looking back to where I was working. My smart boy hoisted up his leg and began to limp heavily. Rich kept going. Once I was out of sight the injury was gone. He was faking a leg injury!

The Nose Knows

2009-03-26T17:03:00.004-05:00

The weather is turning and we’re getting back outside. Shiloh has begun his rituals of checking the fence line for any furry invaders. He may not be able to see well but his nose appears to be working fine.

Life's Lessons

2009-03-25T16:30:00.003-05:00

Patience is not my virtue! Last year at this time I was waiting for Trekker to grow enough to join our household. Time could not move fast enough. Now it seems hard to believe that we’ve only had him a year, he has weaved his way into all of our hearts and I can’t imagine not having him.

I have decide that this time of year comes only to teach me patience. IT’S NOT WORKING!!!! We are in limbo again. Will we be putting our house on the market and moving to Arizona or will we be staying? The control is out of my hands and is in the hands of the manager in the company my husband works for that I don’t know. He doesn’t seem to care that the limbo is killing me. In the meantime, we continue to prepare for both scenarios. Each day I expect the decision and each day we wait again.

On the positive note…we’re able to get outside and Shiloh is feeling pretty good. My two boys try to teach me to live in the moment. Will I ever learn?

New Discovery

2009-03-21T07:38:00.003-05:00

Trekker here---I'm excited. I'm so excited. I found a rabbit and I chased that rabbit through the whole yard over and over again. I had to go faster than I've ever gone, I even passed Shiloh and Mom said she didn't know I was that fast. When Shiloh got tired and rested I kept going after the rabbit. I had him cornered when Mom called me for breakfast. What was I to do? I came running for a quick breakfast and then went right back out. That rabbit didn't wait for me! I checked the whole yard and couldn't find him. I finally know why Shiloh likes rabbit so much. No more am I going to only check the yard for Shiloh, I'm going rabbit hunting for me. Mom says next time she'll have the camera little more handy. Got to go there are rabbit to find!

Seeing Eye Dog

2009-03-18T22:35:00.001-05:00

Trekker has found a new job at our house, seeing eye dog. The vet tells us that Shiloh’s sight is getting bad and Trekker seems to feel that it is his job to assist his best buddy.

Shiloh has always believed it is his job to keep our yard clear of squirrels and rabbits. Actually he’s done a good job, but over the past months he’s begun to miss some of the invaders. Trekker, on the other hand, has never cared whether they’re in the yard or not but was aware of Shiloh’s interest. As it became apparent to all of us that Shiloh couldn’t see the distant intruder, Trekker began to sound the alarm. Trekker spots the invader and runs for Shiloh. Shiloh becomes alert and Trekker leads him to squirrel or rabbit. Then other senses seem to kick in and Shiloh is on duty. With a job well done, Trekker heads off for more interesting adventures.

The dogs were kenneled while we were in Phoenix. I was told that while gone Trekker became very protective of his older charge and did not want Shiloh out of his sight. The only way to quiet him was to place Shiloh directly across from him so that he could stand guard.

Shiloh’s aging process is sad to watch and yet it’s gratifying to watch Trekker come into his own. He doesn’t herd livestock, but instead herds his buddy so that they both fulfill their destiny.

Assistance Given

2009-02-23T18:20:00.004-06:00

Last summer we went through phase 1 of downsizing things out of our house. I waited for remorse over loosing long loved items and none came. I have enjoyed the freedom of more space. We are now into phase 2 and more things are going. Each weekend more rooms and closets are tackled also why the blogs are fewer and farther apart. This weekend it was the basement storage rooms. Shiloh, an old hand at jobs, finds a corner to lie in and settles in for a long nap. Occasionally he'll lift his head to make sure are progressing at a steady pace and once reassured goes back to sleep.

Trekker, on the other hand, feels that cleaning is a collaborative job. As a member of our family it was his job to help. His nose is into every nook and corner. We did not need a broom. Trekker found everything that had fallen under shelves over the years. He quickly discovered that if he ran with the item we would be right behind negotiating with food for the stolen item. Our trash pile grew and grew as we cleaned, but Trekker (the little helper that he is) took it upon himself to relocate much of that too. He felt the rec room sofa was a much more comfortable spot to check out his new treasures. When night fell I have never seen him so tired. He could barely lift his head. Or maybe it was such a full stomach for a smart negotiator.

Teacher in the Making

2009-02-09T17:16:00.000-06:00

Mom told me to use education gargon to describe my teaching Shiloh to tunnel.

It's the called the gradual release of responsibility.

I started out doing all the work.
Here I'm demonstrating how to go into the tunnel.

See Shiloh watching.

Then I show him how to come out. Nothing to it.

I then encourage Shiloh to try it.

I use all sorts of positive reinforcements.

It looks like he might go in.

Look he's heading in.

Must be my strong use of modeling.

Oops.

He chickened out.

I'll continue to learn how to be a better teacher and try again.

I'll keep you informed on our progress. Trekker out.

Young and in Love

2009-02-08T07:51:00.005-06:00

Trekker loves weekly Saturdaydog class. He likes the work and comradery with me , but more than that he likes the after class play. He is funny to watch. Trekker's favorite playmate is the pem corgi, they just race through the room . But his favorite dog is a Tallie, a Dalmation, he has a crush on. He follows her around like a lovestruck schoolboy. Check out his tail actoin when she's around.

Odd

2009-02-07T08:14:00.000-06:00

What does a son get his father for a gift? A book of .... The creators of this book are dog owners who felt that something good should come out of their dog's po. So they created vignettes, took photographs and made them into a book (example above). I'm not sure who would be considered odder the creators, the son who bought the book or me who is telling you about the oddity.

Where's a Lawyer?

2009-02-05T16:26:00.000-06:00

Shiloh here--I want a lawyer and I want to present the evidence.

Picture 1--Me minding my business
Picture 2--Being attacked by a snapping corgi. Look at those teeth coming at innocent me.
Picture 3--I'm a good dog and don't react. So what does the little rug rat do, but attack my head, nip, nip and pull, pull.
Picture 4--Then, THEN that little...goes around and starts nipping my heels to get me moving.

Does he not know I DON'T LIKE IT!!!This is old dog abuse and I want to sue!

Busy Boy

2009-02-04T17:50:00.004-06:00

I was just finsished posting when I heard an unusual noise. When I went to investigate I found Trekker's boredom release (pictured). This is the second time this week he's been creative with the toliet paper. Monday night I came home and found the bathroom door closed. Rich had taped a note to the door stating, "YOUR DOG has been busy." I opened the door and found a full roll of toliet paper ripped to shreds all over the floor. I then went to investigate where everyone was. Rich was using the exercise machine, Trekker was grounded to his kennel, and Shiloh was lounging on the sofa with a smirk on his face. I know dogs don't have human feelings but it sure looked like he was pleased that Trekker was in trouble!

Go Away and Don't Come Another Day

2009-02-04T17:33:00.004-06:00

The backyard has melted enough to be back to ice patches again. Trekker has the advantage being low to the ground, poor Shiloh just gingerly moves across the ice field. Starting tomorrow our temps are to be in the mid to high 40s through at least the weekend. We're all hoping by Sunday to see all the ice and snow gone. Longer days would be good too. It's hard to get pictures at this time of year too. I think it all means that I need to stay home and be a dog mom full time.

Step Backward

2009-02-02T18:38:00.003-06:00

Trekker and I needed to take a little step backward so that we can move forward. In December I signed us up for handling class on Saturday and beginning agility on Sunday. At the time I thought "no problem". Wrong, it's more than we can take on. We had homework from both classes and weren't doing either well (more me than Trekker). So we've dropped agility so we can get a better handle on the basics. The new plan is to start back with agility in the late spring. Retiring to full time dog mom was the plan I liked the best but was vetoed.

Finding Your Right "Size"

2009-01-27T16:17:00.012-06:00

THIS IS A TERRIFIC STORY, BUT YOU MUST READ IT,
DON'T JUST LOOK AT THE PICTURES!!!!!

'Puppy size,' Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to the animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this,' the mother told the volunteer. 'What is it she keeps asking for?' the volunteer asked.

'Puppy size!' replied the mother.

'Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for. '

'I know... we have seen most of them,' the mom said in frustration. Just then Danielle came walking into the office. 'Well, did you find one?' asked her mom.

'No, not this time,' Danielle said with sadness in her voice. 'Can we come back on the weekend?'

The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed. 'You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply,' the volunteer said.

Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. 'Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend,' she said. Over the next few days both Mom and Dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular. 'It's this weekend or we're not looking any more,' Dad finally said in frustration.

'We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size, either,' Mom added.

Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs. Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted. Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one. One by one she said, 'Sorry, but you're not the one.'

It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer. 'Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!' She screamed with joy. 'It's the puppy size!'

'But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks,' Mom said.

'No not size... The sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed,' she said. 'Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!'

The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both. 'Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms,' she said. Then, holding the puppy up close to her face, she said, 'Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!'

Corgi Smell

2009-01-25T18:00:00.002-06:00

As far as I can tell, Trekker uses more of sense of sight than smell. Even when I visit with other dogs he only needs a cursory sniff and is satisfied. That was until the night of the Winjammin' s chili supper last weekend. While there I had the opportunity to have corgi puppy play and came home smelling of "other corgis". It drove Trekker nuts. Literally for 45 minutes Trekker was on top of me sniffing. So now I have two more corgi facts--corgis smell different than other breeds and corgis like to play with other corgis more than other breeds (discovered at dog class two weeks ago).

Nine Tenths of the Law

2009-01-25T17:57:00.001-06:00

Shiloh here—there’s a disagreement going on at our house as to who should sleep where on the bed. Mom has one side and Trekker snuggles in with her. Not me! I want to spread out. I’ve tried to nudging Dad out of his side. For a while I could stretch out and Dad would try not disturb me because I’m old. He found himself sleeping on the edge of the bed while I took my part out of the middle. When he almost fell out he kicked me out! Does he not remember that I have old bones? He just doesn’t care anymore. Well the jokes on him. He has to share a bed with Mom and Trekker, but I’ve found my own queen size bed. I share with no one! Thanks Luke, your bed is great, plenty of room to stretch out and my own pillows too. Mom did get grumpy when I kept making a nest out of your down comforter so she put it in the closest and got a quilt out. It isn’t near as nice to scrunch for comfort. I also have begun using my bed for daytime sleeping and window gazing. Possession is nine tenths of the law so I don’t know where you’re going to sleep Luke, but the bed is mine.

Tunnel Fun

2009-01-21T18:05:00.000-06:00

Trekker here—I got this great tunnel for Christmas from my boy Luke. It’s great to duck in when I play with Shiloh. First I have to get the game going. What works is I nip his legs and bounce around until he turns to give chase. I do a few room laps and when I think he’s ready to bring me down I duck into the tunnel. He watches the end I just went in, but I barrel out the end, nip him again, and run. Ha…he doesn’t seem to learn that there are two ends! I could play this game over and over, but Shiloh will only stay interested for a short time so sometimes I just have to run the tunnel for the fun of doing it. Mom has taught me the word “tunnel” and I know to run through. I have to see which end she points to so I know where she wants me to go and then I run through. So far we haven’t done any of this in agility class, but I’m ready!

Wonderful Corgi Fix

2009-01-18T17:40:00.000-06:00

Wow, did I get a corgi fix this weekend. Thank you so much Sherliyn and Russ for inviting me over after the dog show. It was great to put faces to the names that I see on the corgi blogs. And better yet was to get to have a little puppy play. I hadn’t realized how much Trekker had grown until I saw your pups. Also, thank you Cindy for so patiently answering corgi questions. It seems the more I know the more questions I have. Hope the Sunday show results went your way.

2009-01-15T07:33:00.003-06:00

Warmth, Warmth

Come Again

Together Through the Cold

2009-01-15T07:30:00.001-06:00

School was canceled for today at 5:00 last night due to cold weather and paralyzing wind chill. With 25 years of working in education it has never happened before. Snow and ice may stop us, but not cold. Unfortunately, Trekker and Shiloh did not seem to be aware that it was unnecessary for me to get up this morning. Did they not watch the news with me and see me do the happy dance? At 3:00 am, Trekker snuggles into his nitch between my neck and head. By 4:45 am both dogs were ready to go out for their early morning bathroom break. Since we live in a walk out on bad weather days I take the dogs to the lower level to let them out. I thought the 45 degree below warranted two floors of stairs, even at this early time. After carefully descending two flights of stairs in the dark I opened the door and let the dogs out. Trekker took one step out and turned around to come right back in. Too cold for him no matter how bad he had to go. After a few choice words, I wrapped the down blanket around me and went out too. Yep, it was COLD! The boys did their business quickly and were ready to go back in the house. ME too. Since I’m now wide awake, I’ll do a little prayer for all the animals and people who can’t go right back inside.

My next problem to solve will be how to exercise an active adolescent puppy enough to wear him out inside when he’s used to walking a couple miles a day. His interest in ball throwing and chase are limited.

Early Morning Alarm Clock

2009-01-14T06:38:00.001-06:00

I hear in class every week how much dogs read body language. They understand signals that you don’t even know you are putting out. That must be the case with Trekker. About three each morning I must move or act differently in my sleep. Each morning about that time he moves to snuggle in between my head and shoulder with his head resting on my neck. Then Trek begins a soft almost purr. He’ll occasionally lift his head up and lick my neck or ear to let me know he’s there and content. On occasions like this morning, I wake a little more and give an another unknown signal because I then get not only kisses but nudges to make me aware that he’d like itched or stroked. If I stop he’ll move a little to put his body in contact with my unmoving hand but never enough that he looses his head position on my neck. It’s a very gentle, loving wake up alarm but I sure wish it would come about two hours later.

Unforeseen Consequences

2009-01-12T17:02:00.004-06:00

The snow is now past Trekker’s belly and he has to bunny hop or plow through the yard, but it doesn’t lower his enthusiasm for the white stuff. Trek wiggles, barks, and nips Shiloh to get him to partake in a chase game through the new snow. Shiloh engages in the chase. Usually Trekker is able to run and weave quickly through the yard so that Shiloh’s double size is never a problem. Today what he hadn’t counted on was the snow slowing him. There was no contest. Trek runs and Shiloh brings him down. Trek runs Shiloh brings him down. The lesson of the day—chase game works better with one less inch of snow on the ground or only playing with someone else who also has short legs!

Thanks so much for the corgi insights. Being new to the corgi world I have no baseline info. It’s nice to hear from those that know.

Snow Brings A Step Back

2009-01-10T09:07:00.004-06:00

What a whirlwind start to a new year, it seems to be going by in a blear. I really feel that the school system should understand that I’m really busy and just allow me to stay home for a while, with salary of course. Actually, school has been as busy if not busier than my home life with meetings, mid-year assessments, and new projects. It’s hard to believe that we’ve only been back in session for a week.

I’ve made Trekker a priority this week. Last week we went back to training unprepared. Fortunately he kicked it in better than I did. Today, I hope, we’re ready. We’ve practiced and are looking pretty sharp. Now the test will be—can we carry it over where there are distractions? This is the last session for the advanced handlers’ class. I’m hoping she’ll announce a continuation. With only three to four people it is tailored specifically to the handlers and dogs immediate needs. I’ve never had to work so hard in a class because you’re never out of the eye of the instructor. She is demanding and we’re improving because of it.

Then tomorrow we start our agility class. Since this is my first attempt at it I have no idea what to expect. Will we have the skills needed to do it? I have no doubt in Trekker’s ability; it’s his owner’s ability that I’m worried about.

You could almost hear a sigh of relief this morning from the dogs with the new snow covering the ground. Our backyard has gone from an ice rink to a winter wonderland where they can finally get traction and play. Trekker’s first mission was to nose plow the pristine snow. He’s so enamored with it that when he’s not out he’s up on the footstool looking out the window and sighing. Rich, on the other hand, not so thrilled. He too looked out and sighed too with a completely different meaning before heading out too to plow. His comment was, “I wouldn’t have to do this if we lived in Arizona. “

My hope is to bring life to a little slower pace this weekend before starting all over again Monday.

Back to Work

2009-01-05T21:05:00.003-06:00

Ashamed of Trekker and my two week hiatus, we were back at class on Saturday. The first half of class we were pretty sad to watch, but the second half really looked up. You could almost hear Trekker say, “Oh yeah, we’re here to work. I know how to do this. I’ll make my lazy mom look good even though she hasn't earned it!” He handled it like a champ . Since then we have been kicking it into gear. The plan is to be most improved this week.

I met my first Pem puppy at class. She is 6 months old and made Trekker look huge. He’s getting to be a big boy!

Guilt Feelings

2009-01-02T15:29:00.006-06:00

It's the first of a new year and seems to be my time to feel guilty. Not a useful feeling, but one that is here never the less.

The yard has melted enough that it has become a land mine of ice. Man and animal alike slide and have poor footing. Trekker hates walking on it but for Shiloh, in his old age, it's just dangerous. I feel guilty that there is nothing I can do to fix it for him except pray for a warm spell.
Because of the ice still on the sidewalks and I'm afraid of falling the dogs and I have not been walking. Thank goodness that Rich still ventures out because otherwise Trekker would be impossible to live with.

With my mom visiting for the holidays and Luke home from college Trekker's training has gone to nonexistance. Tomorrow we're back in class and we will not be coming home proud.

I was supposed to be dieting and like training that was nonexistent too.

Luke heads back to college tonight and already I've taken over his spaces. Yesterday Trekker and I took over the rec room on the lower level. It's become our new agility course. With only two of us here most of the time we don't need the space so I put most of the furniture at one end of the room or in the storage room and brought out my new equipment. And the boy hasn't even left yet, but his sheets and towels are already in the wash. Poor Luke, his mother taking over his areas and things.

For the rest of the day I'll wallow in guilt and knowing I'll be an empty nester again and tomorrow I'll get to changing what I can.

What a Great Dog

2008-12-29T15:46:00.002-06:00

I was so proud of Trekker yesterday! You never know how the dogs are going to handle a new situation until it arrives. I knew that Trekker liked kids, but he’d never had them invade his house. I was sure that he would initially like the attention and giving kisses, but how would he be an hour or two into the invasion? My niece and her two daughters were here for a Christmas celebration. Savanah, age 4, squealed with delight as soon as she saw Trekker and off they went to play. Trekker handled having little girls at the house like he’d been raised with kids. In fact, you’d think I had two corgis here the way they frapped together. Up, over, and around the furniture the two went. I was tired just watching them. For several hours they matched puppy energy with kid energy. When they left both puppy and girls were exhausted, naps were needed by both.
Shiloh, on the other hand, took the more reserved attitude. He enjoyed giving kisses when a young face was stuck in front of his and would take gentle pats, but otherwise he slept off to the side out of the commotion.

Christmas Fun

2008-12-27T22:11:00.006-06:00

Thanks to Luke I have my first video. The dogs had fun with the new tunnel.

Shared Presents

2008-12-26T09:31:00.007-06:00

My Christmas was Trekker's Christmas. I got pieces of equipment for us to start dog agility in January. Trekker's favorite was the tunnel. There was no hesitation, in he went. After a short time Trekker found that the tunnel was a real asset in his races with Shiloh. Nip at Shiloh's legs and run, up, over and around the furniture then through the tunnel. Shiloh wouldn't follow the tunnel spooked him. Shiloh and Trekker fell in love with their new Christmas toys and of course wanted the same toy at the same time. Trekker had to work and work to get the toy away from Shiloh, but once acquiring the coveted toy to the tunnel Trekker headed for safety. He thought lying in the middle would keep him safe. Wrong! Shiloh gathered his courage and went charging in. There was no way that he'd allow Trekker to win even if it meant going in the scary tunnel.

Reinforcements

2008-12-25T16:59:00.013-06:00

I rise early Christmas morning and the dogs and I make the voyage to the cold outdoors for a first morning pit stop. Then we wait. Next comes Grandma down the stairs. Then we wait. Finally, husband, Rich comes down the stairs. And we wait and wait. Finally, enough is enough and I send in the reinforcements. It works like a charm. What a sad day when the fascination of waking early for Christmas presents takes second place to sleeping in. I think I’ll have to wait for grandkids before we have another rush for the tree. For now I wait and use the best wake up alarm I have.

Finding Humor In Each Day

2008-12-22T13:18:00.003-06:00

Dogs do the funniest things. I am busy trying to get ready for Christmas company and one of my tasks is to find a way to contain the dog toy clutter throughout the house. I bought a decorative basket to house them and began the pick-up. Trekker did not think that containing his toys was a good idea. As soon as I got the toys picked up he found a way to dump the basket and return the toys to their rightful place. I’m going to have to sneak them away to have any success. It doesn’t seem fair that when I almost have the son trained to pick up as he leaves a room that I now have a four legged boy that needs the same training.

As I hung a new picture Shiloh took the opportunity to steal the chew toy away from Trekker. Trekker whined for it back. Shiloh ignored. Trekker then ran back and forth between me and the toy, trying to get me to intervene. When I ignored his pleas and turned back to my task he tried to nip my calves to herd me over to Shiloh and the toy. That didn’t go over the way he’d planned.
Today was also the day Trekker discovered window gazing. I rearranged the sun room and a foot stool that he likes went close to the window. As he got up there to nap he had an ahah moment. He looked over at me with a look of surprise. Now he feels that he has to tell me about every squirrel that scurries through our yard. At his first warning bark Shiloh came running to see what he had missed. Had a real intruder gotten in? When he saw what Trekker was really barking at he gave him a look of disgust. They are funny creatures that just make me smile.

What Kind of People?

2008-12-22T06:23:00.003-06:00

Having a restless night of sleep gave my mind plenty of opportunities for ponderings. I kept coming back to the topic of the blog of Cardi Corgi Capers by Russ. What kind of people would our Corgis be? Shiloh was easy. He’d be the old farmer. The kind that goes to the elevator to hang out and have a cup of coffee all the while telling anyone who will listen his stories. When there’s work to do on the farm he’ll pitch in, but wants to make sure he’s still perceived as being in charge.

Trekker, on the other hand, was a challenge to figure out. I finally settled on a new primary level teacher. Generally new primary teachers are go getters, full of enthusiasm, high ideals and expectations. They’re ready to assist their charges at all times, from a band aid and a hug to the tying of shoes and zipping coats. They can be seen gathering up their class and herding their little charges around the building with gusto. Due to inexperience they sometimes make their task harder, but they do that task with such zeel that the older teacher just shakes her head and smiles. Yes, I can see Trekker as that new primary teacher. Just an FYI—Even as a young teacher I didn’t have the energy to work with that level. I was always better with the fast witted, ornery middle school student. But as a reading consultant I’ve worked with many new primary level teachers and they all seem to have that same energy and idealism. They are what teaching needs and the heart of an elementary building.

Unusual Playmates

2008-12-21T18:03:00.002-06:00

Trekker is out, he is exhausted. What a weekend he’s had. Yesterday was two dog classes and today Trekker was invited by our dog class trainer to participate in a playdate with a few of her friends’ dogs. It was an odd assortment of dogs to gather, all (except Trekker) are either show or agility dogs. There was a Borzoi, Dalmation, Louisiana Catahoula Leopard, Ibezan Hound, a Rat Terrier, Border Collie, Belgian Sheepdog pup, and of course my corgi. A couple of these breeds I’d never seen before.

I had thought I had socialized Trekker. He’s gone numerous places and met quite a few dogs but most of them were on leash. Any off leash play has been one on one. This is the first time he’s been let loose with a number of other dogs, all were mannered. Trekker wasn’t sure how to act, he likes other dogs but is a little careful. He still hasn’t forgotten being pounced on by two Boxer puppies at our first puppy class when he was 10 weeks. This was really good for Trekker. The Borzoi was particularly taken with Trekker, it was the first corgi she had ever seen. What a size difference! Trekker’s favorite was the Belgian Sheepdog puppy. It was funny to watch him herd another herding dog. What a great experience for Trekker. He’ll be ready to go again.

A Soft Spot to Rest

2008-12-19T13:00:00.003-06:00

Since the storm has hit and the last day of school before winter break,was cancelled we're having a lazy day at home. I couldn't believe my eyes when I walked into the family room and found Shiloh using Trekker as a pillow. I've seen Trekker trying to snuggle in on Shiloh before but never the reverse. They even cooperated and let me grab my camera.

Making Himself Comfortable

2008-12-17T17:06:00.000-06:00

For not getting in the living and dining rooms before Trekker quickly made himself quite at home! He was not there for more than 15 minutes; it became a race track, wresting room, and finally each piece of furniture had to be tried. Finally a rest was needed.

Happy Again

2008-12-16T17:12:00.002-06:00

Trekker's estatic that there's new snow to burrow, notice the nose.

Me...yuck! Once is enough!

Tag Answered

2008-12-16T15:36:00.005-06:00

Here is my tag photo response, see I was a better reader this time. The 6th folder was the pictures the breeder sent me weekly. The 6th picture was the litter at 6 weeks. Can you tell which one Trekker is? The picture was taken in April and I was going nuts. I couldn't wait to get my hands on my new addition and at this picture I did not know which pup I'd get. Patience is not my virtue and I had been waiting for 8 months. I wanted to know who was mine yesterday.

And my tag goes to My Favorite People Are Dogs.

Christmas Gift Suggestion

2008-12-16T06:58:00.000-06:00

I heard on the radio that over 80% of the dog owners buy Christmas gifts for their dogs. Mine are already bought, but I draw the line in wrapping them. For those of you who are looking for ideas may I suggest a Nylabone Double Action Chew. There are very few things that can with stand Shiloh’s strong jaws. If it can, he usually doesn’t like it. I found this chew at Target and it was an instant hit with both dogs. There was so much tussling for the chew that I went out and bought another. That wasn’t successful because they still wanted the same one. We’ve had it since early fall and it still is a favorite. Just an idea. http://www.petsmart.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2811444

Focus Needed

2008-12-15T15:49:00.001-06:00

Trekker and I started a new round of classes on Saturday. Actually we started two. First is the beginner’s class at noon. There is no doubt that Trekker is the most obedience trained of the group of 13 dogs. But the class is a wonderful situation to run him through commands with lots of distracters. He still has a lot to learn about focus. Then at 2:00 is the advanced class. Things change in that class. There are three of us in it and it is rigorous with lots of individual attention. With so few participants I feel like I had to be on my toes all the time. I heard several time, “Joy, if you want him in TDI and agility you need to …” The class was very tailored to each of our needs. It was great, but both Trekker and I went home dragging. I did learn something else. Next time bring higher value treats to the second class. Trekker wasn’t sure he wanted to up his performance level for the same treats he had just had for the beginner’s class. Fortunately the instructor had hot dogs and hot dogs Trekker would work his heart out for.
Sunday we went to observe an advanced agility class. I have never seen focus like that. It demonstrated that Trekker and I have a really…really long way to go.

Tagged for Favorite Things

2008-12-13T09:26:00.001-06:00

Being a reading teacher, I’m ashamed to say I didn’t read. I’ve been tagged for my 6 favorite things earlier this week and just noticed today.
1. Spending time with family and that of course involves the dogs, my boys.
2. Reading, hopefully better than I did the tagging.
3. Gardening, as long as it’s not too hot.
4. Taking the dog training classes and learning new things. I’m not sure who has the greater learning curve Trekker or me.
5. The hanging, rocking chair under our deck is the perfect place to watch the dogs, read a book, and the garden grow. It’s one of the most relaxing places I know.
6. Watching the light go on in the kids eyes when they finally get something that they couldn’t figure out before. It’s the best!

Guest Writer

2008-12-13T08:35:00.004-06:00

Trekker Here (recorded by Luke) -Each morning, after Mom and Dad have left for work, Shiloh, Luke and I wake up and go for a morning walk. Yesterday, the sidewalks were covered in black ice and all three of us slid and skidded around the neighborhood. I accidentally one took a misstep and slipped on my side; don’t worry, it didn’t hurt and I jumped right back up! When we start our walks, I always have a lot of energy and enjoy pulling on Shiloh’s leash (even though he doesn’t like it very much)! After we walk around the block, we go home and drop Shiloh off because the doctor says his legs aren’t as strong as they used to be. Then, Luke and I go for a longer walk and work on “heel.” He says that I’m doing really well and gives me lots of treats along the way, but don’t tell Shiloh because he likes treats just as much as I do!

A Partner in Training

2008-12-13T08:14:00.009-06:00

Luke is home from college and is becoming a great partner in dog training and care. Trekker has loved it. Rather than be kenneled as I go off to work, he's gone into Luke's room for a little play and nap time. (Shiloh goes to the pillow at the front door.) That worked perfectly until last night when Luke brought down his computer power cord. That morning Trekker had been busy redesigning it and the telephone cord as Luke slept. Monday we'll have to alter our choices. Trekker has also gotten another long walk each day; early morning with me, late morning with Luke, and evening with Rich. Trekker's in heaven! Luke has also been working with Trekker's obedience commands. Today we start a new class and we want to be well prepared. Lastly, Luke will be guest authoring blog spots. Yes, Trekker and I will take advantage of Luke's good will as long as we can. If we're lucky it will last until the train rolls out January 2nd.

A Small Amount of Jealousy

2008-12-12T17:09:00.004-06:00

Shiloh is a one person dog, he loves me to distraction. He loves the attention of others, people and animals, as long as I am present. When he can see me, Shiloh settles comfortably into their company. If not, he becomes anxious. There was the time that he heard me talking to a neighbor in the front yard. He scaled a six foot privacy fence between our backyard and front to lie at my feet while I talked. When we took the TDI test, the testers fudged a little because he was anxious over our separation. Even when it comes to going outside for a bathroom break he’d like me to go out on the deck and wait for him. He would hold it forever if it meant going out alone. When I’m not home Shiloh lays on the pillow at the front door watching for me to return home. It makes no difference if Rich or Luke is home, whom he loves, he waits for me at the door.

Trekker, on the other hand, is a love the one you’re with dog. He wants to be where the action is. If Luke, Rich, or Shiloh is ready to go so is he. Go…Go…Go… though when it’s time to settle in, it’s my lap where he retreats. Trekker’s attitude is a healthier and it will make him a better TDI dog, but I find myself with a slight twang of jealousy as I watch how much Trekker is enjoying Luke being home from college.

Confessions

2008-12-09T09:26:00.001-06:00

I am a keeper and a collector. I love the ritual of getting the cherished Christmas decorations out year after year and adding an item or two to the collection. This season has been a challenge. Over the summer we began to downsize with the intent of moving south in a couple of years. Many pieces of furniture, knick knacks, etc. left our house. This weeding process has made me reflect on what I really love and want to pass down to my son as opposed to what was okay and filled the rooms. But what do you do with the decorations that have always been placed on pieces of furniture that are now gone? You rethink and pare down. I work with many young teachers who are just beginning their households and are in their acquiring stage. This works perfectly with this middle age educator who is in the weeding stage and wants to give things away.
So you would think that with all this giving I wouldn’t buy a new piece. Wrong, but to me it was one great piece that HAD to be purchased. I love Fitz and Floyd for its hand painted intricate detail and over the years I have collected quite a bit. But I have never brought myself to buy the large table top Santa sleigh. This year it called to me over and over telling me that it belonged on my dining room table, which is where it now sits. I want to state for the record I have kept my deal with the husband. I agreed that I would not bring in anything without getting rid of something. I did that. I just didn’t agree that they would be of equal value.

A Soft Heart

2008-12-08T18:40:00.005-06:00

If you asked my husband, Rich, about our having dogs he would adamantly state that they are all mine and he wants no part of them. He would say that he had said NO, we don’t need a dog and we still don’t! The first no came when I was in college and wanted a puppy in the worse way but had no way of keeping one. Rich, on the hand, could because he was farming. After a little sweet talking and a little too much drink he said yes. The next day we had our first puppy, a sheperd-border collie. This puppy soon became Rich’s shadow, where ever Rich went so did Sasha. That bond lasted for over ten years.
Thirty years later the song has not changed, but actions speak louder than words. Every night after work Rich takes the dogs for a long walk. He takes both dogs on a short walk (all Shiloh can handle) and then returns home with Shiloh and continues on with Trekker for a lengthy finish. (The pictures show the dogs waiting impatiently for Rich to come through door ready for their nightly walk. Sometimes it’s a long wait for the impatient Trekker.)
I have allowed the dogs to sleep with us. Over the years Rich has pushed Shiloh into the middle of the bed or made him get down so that he could claim his side. Now I occasionally find Rich sleeping on the sofa. When I ask him why he tells me that Shiloh was comfortable and he just didn’t have the heart to make the old boy move.
A couple of weeks ago I had made a pork roast. After the meal Rich was helping me clean up and was taking forever in clearing the roast. Finally he handed me a bag of meat scraps and said that he had cut it into small bites so that I could give the dogs treats throughout the next week.
Rich’s actions sure speak louder than words and fortunately he doesn’t know how to find my blog because he wouldn’t want the world to know that he is a real softy. He would continue to tell you he never wanted any dog.

Song About Corgis

2008-12-06T08:25:00.001-06:00

Did you know that there is a song out now about corgis? I just spent a few minutes out on the web and heard it. Here's the site I found it. How fun.

http://www.mycorgi.com/video/sidney-herding-to-music

A Little Rough Housing

2008-12-06T07:31:00.003-06:00

Living through modern medicine, that's us. Better and stronger medication is again allowing Shiloh more time. After a couple days on the stronger meds he's participating in a little rough housing. The play times are shorter and fewer between but at least we have them. I am so glad that Trekker and I are starting beginners agility right after the holidays. The boy has always been energetic, but now with Shiloh slowing he has energy to burn.

Feeling Others Loss

2008-12-04T06:15:00.007-06:00

In the past couple of days I've read blogs about the passing of Bart and the aging of Petunia, both well loved dogs. Tears well up in my eyes as I read these because if you have ever loved a dog, a best friend, you have to survive the his aging process and eventually their loss.

Shiloh came to be part of our family as a young pup from the Animal Rescue League. He has been my shadow and best friend for the last ten years. In my eyes he has been a near perfect dog. As Shiloh turned nine he began to age quickly. Our once semi annual veterinary visits are now coming at least monthly, if not more. No easy answers are coming to explain a wide variety of symptoms. As he now reaches ten each day that he is feeling up enough to harass Trekker is a blessing. Today we will once again visit Dr. Henning and hope for a medicine or treatment that will allow him more time as a valued member of our family.

Yes, my heart goes out to Bart and Petunia's families.

Need Experienced Corgi Owner's Opinion

2008-12-03T18:29:00.002-06:00

I had a dog trainer to my house this afternoon and she said that Trekker was an unusual build, really slim and athletic. The corgis she had seen are much stockier in build. I told her that Trekker was 9 months and 23 pounds and that between a year to 15 months he'd get his bulk. His mother was 31 pounds and his father was 33 or 34. Since Trekker is my first corgi am I correct? Thanks.

Waiting for Santa Under the Tree

2008-12-03T15:30:00.000-06:00

A New Find

2008-12-02T20:06:00.002-06:00

Trekker does love his snow burrowing. Today it was the neighbor's yard since ours was complete.

Trekker was invited to neighbors to play with Casey, the Chesapeake Bay mix puppy. Before serious play could take place Trekker had to relocate a little snow and low and behold what did he find? Casey's precious squeaky football buried under the snow. Unlike Shiloh, Casey was not able to retrieve it from a quick and cunning corgi. Trekker gave the poor pup the same teasing treatment that his brother gives him. Casey gave chase after chase trying to retrieve his toy, but the only part of Trekker that Casey could catch was his tail. He held on like a champ until Trekker finally returned his find.

Snow Treasures

2008-12-01T16:28:00.006-06:00

A little background information is needed—Shiloh has never been much for toys. When he’s had them it has been a matter of minutes before his powerful jaws chews them apart. Yet he loves the sound of squeaky toys. Last summer I found a squeaker that seems to have lasted. Or more accurately, Shiloh hides so that Trekker can’t confiscate. Trekker, on the other hand, loves his toys. His feelings are the more the better; he doesn’t seem to have favorites. Knowing Trekker’s passion for toys, Shiloh regularly takes away Trekker’s toys and lays on top of them just for kicks.
Now on to the story—Trekker has decided it is his mission to burrow up all the backyard snow. Mother Nature seems to need a relocation crew of one. Finally as he got to the perimeter of the yard the burrower hit a jack pot, a squeaky toy. To be more specific, Shiloh’s precious squeaking bone that he had carefully hidden. Trekker pranced the yard displaying his new treasure, that is until Shiloh caught sight of what Trekker was holding. Shiloh marched over to Trekker and grabbed it away from him. Trekker tried to quickly retrieve the toy back, but Shiloh was having none of that. Trekker then tried the “I’m telling Mom” whine. When I wouldn’t intervene Trekker tried sneak attacks and direct attacks. None worked. Shiloh was keeping the beloved squeaker. Shiloh kept the bone in his mouth or right next to him even taking it up on the deck for safe keeping. When it was time to go inside Shiloh stood aside and let Trekker in first, set the bone down outside, right in front of the slider, and came inside. He then lay on the rug in front of the slider so that he could warmly keep watch. This leaves me wondering what goes on inside his devious mind. Why didn’t he bring squeaker inside? Maybe, it’s just one more way to torture his younger brother?

Snow Loving Dog

2008-11-30T15:53:00.002-06:00

Trekker’s first snow has arrived and he loved it. He’d bunny hop through the yard taunting Shiloh with, “Chase me! Chase me!” (Never do I have the camera ready at the best moments.) With the bushes covered with snow, Trekker thought they gave him cover to hide from Shiloh’s chasing assaults. Little did he know just a light touch causes the bush to unload the snow on top of him. He was not a quick study. It took several snow covered bushes later until he finally learned that they do not offer him protection but a snow dunking instead, not that he minded. Buried treasure must also be hidden under the snow. Trekker seemed to feel that it was his responsibility to burrow under much of the snow covering the backyard. Yes, Trekker appears to be a snow dog.
On a personal note—I will admit that this first snow was a pretty one. But one snow is enough for the season. I keep telling Rich that it’s time to move to Arizona and away from this white stuff!

Tired and Thankful

2008-11-28T11:02:00.014-06:00

It was a wonderful Thanksgiving. I’m not sure who was happier to see Luke, Trekker or me. Trekker was five months when Luke went back to college and Luke hadn’t been home since. That's a lot of time to pass for puppy to remember. There was no doubt Trekker has long term memory. Every time Luke sat down Trekker was ready to accost and smother.

With strategic planning each dog takes their place for Thanksgiving food preparation. Shiloh moves into place in the middle of the floor but in the middle of the route I use to get to the refrigerator. If anything falls he’s ready, no need for a mop. Trekker on the other hand, huddles between the cupboard and me. He looks pleadingly upward for just a small little tidbit, but always ready for the big catch. It’s nice to have such trained kitchen help.

With Luke heading back to college, the food preparation and clean up over a nap or two will be required, except Trekker has beat me to it.

Wet and Sloppy Welcome

2008-11-26T18:37:00.007-06:00

After a long and restless night aboard AmTrak’s “California Zephyr” from Denver to Osceola, I couldn’t have arrived home to a warmer welcome. As Dad pulled into the driveway, Shiloh’s distinct barks were audible behind the glass front door. We walked inside and Shiloh barked and pranced around. At ten years old, he is an old man but still full of energy and charisma. Then, the little one caught me by surprise; he dashed out of his kennel and immediately started hopping up and down, barking, licking, and sniffing my jeans simultaneously (no exaggeration, seriously). I bent down on one knee and Trekker jumped up, smothering my face with an odd combination of kisses and nibbles. Once the dogs were settled down, it was time for a nap, unfortunately, Trekker didn’t think so. He scurried around on top of the bed and made sure to nudge my head every time it hit the pillow. Ahh, yes, I couldn’t have arrived home to a warmer welcome.

Home

2008-11-26T13:59:00.002-06:00

Trekker here--My boy missed me and came home!!! He's only here to Friday so I got to go because he's ready to play. Have a happy Thanksgiving.

Looking for the Advantage

2008-11-25T17:04:00.000-06:00

Trekker takes off like a bullet, through the rooms he races. Up, over, and around he goes at top speed. Shiloh trails behind looking for an intersection point, knowing he can’t win in an all out chase. Trekker makes all the furniture part of the course finding an advantage in height when brother is over twice as tall. The footstools get Trekker to the optimal height to nip at his brother and then run for cover before Shiloh can turn to catch him. When not in motion, these same footstools are a wonderful place to watch for the opportune moment to pounce and begin a race again. I know, I know…corgis shouldn’t be jumping until over a year but it is a losing battle. He will make anything taller into part of his obstacle course. He is a born jumper.

Rabbits???

2008-11-23T22:12:00.000-06:00

Any rabbits out there?

No. Oh well, I'll settle for this one.

Thanks Luke, It Works!

2008-11-21T23:13:00.000-06:00

Shiloh here—According to Mom, my human brother, Luke, never really got into much trouble when he was in school, but he always in the mix. She has said that she thought he was an instigator. He’d encourage others to do the deed and then sit back and enjoy the action! This left him clear of consequences yet right in the middle of the scheme. Wow, I liked that idea so I tried it today.

Mom was downstairs pulling out Christmas decorations and sorting through them. The Christmas closet looks like that holds all this good stuff, but is off limits. I showed it to Trekker, encouraged him to go on in, and told him I’d be the look out. I’d watch for Mom, yeah right. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist and would bring out the good stuff. I watched him go in and then lay down to watch the fireworks. Yep, Luke it works. Trekker came out with a mouth full of greenery and boy did he get in trouble. Me, I got away scott free. I’ll try this again.

Is it Saturday yet?

2008-11-20T17:12:00.001-06:00

resting up for the weekend

MY BOY IS COMING HOME

2008-11-19T16:15:00.002-06:00

Trekker here—I am so excited. Mom just told me that my best boy, Luke, is coming home soon and finals are over. I’ve started watching for him! He’s coming all the way from Colorado. Mom says not to get too excited yet, that he is taking a one week inter-term course and then will be here. Oh, I remember this summer when Luke would spend lots of time with me. He’d play with me and teach me tricks. It was great. Luke would even come home on lunch breaks to let me out. He won’t believe how much I’ve grown and become a big boy. He’ll really like that I’m potty trained. I haven’t had an accident in at least two months. I really miss him, but did I tell you he’s coming home soon. Yippy!!!

PS Luke—I’ve been taking good care of your room. I got under your bed all cleared out. Mom said she didn’t know how much junk you had stashed under there. I told her it wasn’t junk but treasures. I don’t think there’s anything I haven’t found. Mom also told me to tell you gas is 1.68. Will you take me for a ride in the Mustang?

Brotherly Love

2008-11-19T05:41:00.000-06:00

The Grass is Always Greener On the Other Side

2008-11-18T16:56:00.000-06:00

Trekker here—I’m going to get in those off limit rooms. I know that’s where the good stuff is kept. I bet the rooms are filled with treats! Mom calls the rooms the living and dining room and says there’s nothing in there for me. She put these stupid crates at the doorways that tumble if I jump up on them. They’re short but effective. I’m still working on a plan to get me out there. If there’s any chance anything good is kept out there, I’m on it. I’ve got to see for myself!

Watching and Waiting

2008-11-17T16:15:00.000-06:00

Where or where is Murphy?

Why won't he come out to play?

Get the Ear

2008-11-16T15:47:00.002-06:00

A game I find great humor in is “Get the Ear”. Shiloh learned this game years ago and we’ve been teaching Trekker the finer points. There are rules that only I know and appreciate, such as when is an appropriate time to play. The first thing needed is for Rich to be resting quietly on the sofa watching television and for me to be slightly bored or just mean spirited, which I was today. I go over close to sofa and Rich and begin to joke around. That’s Shiloh’s signal to come running. He jumps up onto the sofa and often on top of Rich where he can get some leverage to lick and slobber all over Rich’s ear. Rich squirms and struggles trying to cover his head but to no avail, a dog’s nose can burrow right in finding the ear each time. Now Trekker wants in on the action too. The problem is Trekker hasn’t yet learned the fine art of gentle. He adds a little nip to his licks, as Rich complains. My job is to stand back, yell out encouragement to the dogs, and of course laugh until my sides ache. Yes, I like this game. Rich, not so much.

The Lull Before the Storm

2008-11-15T14:39:00.003-06:00

They'll just wait by the front door waiting for the next idea of mischief to hit them. It's never long before they're busy again.

The Christmas to Come

2008-11-14T18:08:00.001-06:00

I got a taste of the Christmas season to come with a puppy in the house and of course the camera is nowhere close. I bought a smaller Christmas tree this season and offered the older, larger one to a younger teacher who is just starting out. She wants to pick it up this weekend so it needs to come out of the closet that holds all of the decorations. Crates of decorations litter the room and still I’m pulling. Out of the corner of my eye I see a red streak and then see it again. Trekker has the Santa hat and was having a blast running his corgi laps round and round the new obstacle course of Christmas boxes. I just stand and wonder how high decorations need to go on the tree to stay out of puppy’s eager mouth and will wrapped presents be safe. Well puppy experts, any savvy advice?

Best Toy Ever

2008-11-13T18:24:00.003-06:00

Last winter I was trying to find toys that would keep Shiloh’s mind sharp. I found the treat ball and brought it home, filled it and handed it off to him. He picked it up and dropped it. A few treats fell out. He ate the unexpected rewards and picked up the ball again to check it out. Again, dropping it and finding treats on the floor. After several tries the light went on and he knew that by moving the ball in a certain way more treats could be obtained. His next discovery was all the ways to move the ball and different ways sent different amounts of food out. When the ball rolled next to the wall or furniture, Shiloh would pick it up and move it to the center of the room to begin rolling and eating again. His problem solving was truly visible. He loved it.

After Trekker’s arrival I found that one treat ball was not going to work. It was a fight ready to happen. Shiloh was not going to share and Trekker was not going to leave it alone. I bought another. Trekker never had to “find the magic of the ball”, he watched Shiloh for a minute and knew what to do. It is by far their favorite toy.

So now as the weather begins to turn and the dogs need a diversion, it’s time for the treat balls. I pour their dinner meal inside (it holds over a cup of food). Then they roll and eat to their delight. Dinner can last over a half hour. It’s the best toy invented.

What You Won't Do For Your Dog

2008-11-12T16:15:00.003-06:00

Trekker sits at the window dreaming about getting outside so here I am sitting out in our backyard with the down blanket wrapped around me for warmth typing this blog. Why, you ask? To let the dogs run off steam and chase the squirrels and the rabbits that venture out, of course. For the past several days rain and freezing drizzle has kept us more housebound than we are used to. Maybe your dogs go out on their own but not mine. They want to be where I am, so outside I go, cold or no cold. I’m sure my neighbors think I’m nuts but happy dogs make happy owner.

Confusing Relationships

2008-11-09T12:45:00.001-06:00

Trekker met up with his good friend and neighbor, Bella, yesterday after not seeing each other for a month. In one month Bella, a chocolate lab pup, had grown and grown. She went from a puppy slightly larger than Trekker to 50 lbs and full of adolescent exuberance. She just pranced with energy. Trekker didn’t like the mauling she tried to give him bit and headed straight for the protection between my legs. When she didn’t settle he was ready to go. I’m sure if he could talk he’d tell me not to schedule any play dates until Bella grows up a little and learns to play nicely with others.

Then there’s our other neighbor’s dog. Trekker just isn’t sure what to do with Murphy, the golden retriever, we share a fence line with. Should they be friends or should he take his lead from big brother, Shiloh? When Murphy is let outside the first place he goes is to the fence to bark for Shiloh to come out and play. No matter where Shiloh is in our house he comes running to get out with Murphy. He’ll cry until we open slider. When outside the two run the fence line and Trekker trails a safe distance behind. They’d look like best friends to a visitor’s eye. But if the visitor would watch a little longer, he’d see the two dogs sneer at each other and leave their calling card on the fence that separates them. The two have a love-hate relationship. Unfortunately, if the dogs get loose in the front yard with no fence to separate them, they fight. The real oddity is both dogs get along wonderfully with other dogs, just not each other.

These relationships leave Trekker confused. Is Murphy friend or foe? Will Bella return as a good friend? Should he check out the other dogs in the neighborhood?