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<title>Work and Play--My Good Life</title>
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<description>Dogster diary for the dog Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 19:08:10 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Catching up</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Jun 2011 20:13:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom hasn't been helping me with my diary or reading my pals' diaries to me for quite awhile.  Now th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom hasn't been helping me with my diary or reading my pals' diaries to me for quite awhile.  Now that her haunch is fixed, she is busy doing too many things.  We even have a garden now.  Mom has been fixing up her van so we can start making trips and visiting our friends again.  

Today was agility day.  Wahoo!  We got there early.  Mom ran me through 3 times.  She had me get a drink, then whoosh, I was down in the grooming shed and up on the table.  Mom is doing all my grooming now.  She got done with just one foot when Lovey's mom brought her down to learn how to trim her feet.  Lovey is an Aussie, too, only a regular sized one.  Mom calls her "Love Bug" because she is.

I got off the table and watched while Mom and Nancy worked on Lovey.  Lovey squirmed a lot.  I told her if she held still, it wouldn't take as long and she could go run agility some more.

It took Mom an hour and a half or so to get me all trimmed even though I stand still.  She cleans up the "raggedy stuff" and leaves me looking "natural". I don't know.  I think I'm natural anyway.  When she is working on me I can tell she loves me, so I kiss her on the nose.

Mom wanted me extra special pretty for tomorrow.  We are doing an obedience demo for a dog event.  Next Saturday, we are going to do both obedience AND agility demos.  It will be the first time I do agility to entertain others.  I bet I can move so fast nobody will even know Mom spent and hour and a half grooming me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hard At Work, Mom Resting, My Award</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Apr 2011 12:45:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I haven't written in my diary for so long because I have been busy taking care of Mom.

She had to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I haven't written in my diary for so long because I have been busy taking care of Mom.

She had to go to the hospital to get one of her haunches replaced.  I had to take care of her because the anesthesia and her regular meds made her leave the planet for awhile.  Auntie Kim was with us and took me home the first night.  That's when Mom got in really bad shape.  After that, I spent every night with her to chase the invisible boogie men away.  I stayed with her all day except for exercise and food breaks.  She brought an antler for me to chew on, so I was happy lying next to her.  I helped her sleep.

Some of our friends came to visit: Gracie came for a little while and Jolanda came to spend a whole night.  Sophie's and Lina's humans came to visit, too, but Sophie and Lina weren't there.

When we got home, Mom had a four legged gizmo she leaned on and pushed around to help her balance when she walked.  Now she is walking with a cane.

Sophie's mom had brought us home.  Dakota's mom came a couple of times to do things around the house that mom can't do like vacuum up Belle's and my hair.  Gracie came to visit one day.  And last, night, Becker visited and brought his baby human.

Mom showed me how to bring my ball up on the retaining wall beside our house so she could throw it for me.  She can't lean over although I keep forgetting that.  Even though we aren't going any place, I get to chase my ball.  And like always, I have kitty patrol.

LOTS of different people have been coming to help Mom--a nurse, a physical therapist and even a lady who gave her the kind of bath Mom gives me (except that Mom did all the soap and stuff).

We have left the house only once. JoAnn came to pick us up so I could go play with Breeze.  On the way to Breeze's house, the humans stopped at the post office where JoAnn went in and got Mom's mail.  Guess what was in there?  A very special award for ME!  I am a "Goodwill Ambassador" which means I am a role model for my service to humanity.  The mini Aussie club honored me at Nationals last year, but the plaque just arrived on Friday.  

Mom said it was good timing because of all the special work I have been doing for her.  She said I was such a good example of service dogs because of how I took care of her at the hospital.  She said, at first, they weren't going to let me help her, but they learned really fast that I'm supposed to be with Mom all the time.  It's the law!  Plus, how can I be an ambassador if I'm not allowed in places to spread good will?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Something Big Afoot</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 20:42:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has been scattered and anxious all week.  Monday, she talked to someone on the phone about havin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has been scattered and anxious all week.  Monday, she talked to someone on the phone about having me in the hospital when she goes to get her hip fixed.  Talking on the phone, Mom got really upset, shook and cried.  She said the hospital was breaking some laws that have to do with me.  Mom called a friend who knows all about those laws and she got some other people to help.

In the meantime, I had to go to the vet.  Mom had to take some of my poop in, too.  I got my blood tested and things stuck here and there.  Mom had to pay $125 to get a piece of paper that said I'm healthy.  Darn right!

The next day, we went to see that lady Mom talks to.  They made some plans for how Mom is going to handle some of the scarier stuff in the hospital.  Mom was worried about the times I won't be with ehr.  Plus, Mom sometimes freaks out when strangers touch her.  In the hospital, they are going to have to do a lot of that.

Then we went to the hospital for a Full Joint Replacement Class.  I slept through a lot of it, but I heard that Mom can't do things like bend over--how is she going to throw my ball?  I guess I'll have to start dropping it in her lap.  They gave her this plastic gismo that she is supposed to take her breath through when she gets out of surgery.  It makes a funny clicking noise.

We left the class and went to the office of the lady who had been so mean to Mom on the phone.  She seemed okay when we were there, but still she was making Mom give her the paper that said I'm healthy which is evidently against the law.  The lady said my SD friends like Gracie can come by, but can't hang out in the room with us unless they get health certificates, too.  The lady also said I could be with Mom before her operation, but not after.  Mom didn't argue.  She just wanted to get out of there and not worry any more.

As it turns out, the friends who said they would help did a lot for Mom.  It took a few days and some talks with attorneys, but guess what happened?  That mean lady called this morning and told Mom I could be with her right after her operation too.  What a relief for Mom and me.  I don't want her to have a problem when I can't be there to help her.  

Today, Mom has loved me up a lot.  She says she is so happy I'm with her.  I don't know what getting a hip fixed or being in a hospital is going to be like, but when I work, I'm all there for it.  Whatever needs to be done, I'll do it!  Plus, it sounds like quite an adventure.

It's a good thing all that is going on, because otherwise, I would be bored.  It has been raining and snowing, so no park, no ball chasing and no running with Breeze.  Mom promised I'll get to go play soon.  Tomorrow?  MAYBE?  PUHHLLLEEEEEZE?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Party, Snow and Icky Tummy day</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 19 Mar 2011 18:48:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday was exciting.  We went on a long drive and wound up at Mr Taco where we dogs hang out and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was exciting.  We went on a long drive and wound up at Mr Taco where we dogs hang out and our humans eat and yack.  There is usually yarn, beads and chocolate cake involved.  I don't know what they have to do with each other, but it makes sense to the humans.  Mom said it was a "hippy party" because she is getting rid of her messed up hip soon.  For the humans, that idea involved tie dye and beads, flowers and bright colors all over Gracie's rump.  Everyone laughed at Gracie and her human because they were so dressed up.

After awhile, Auntie Kim came in!  I was happy, but couldn't tell her that because I was working.  It was pouring rain outside.  Mom and Auntie Kim went to her car to get some things--a weird chair for the bathtub, a stick with a handle on one end and tongs on the other, a LOOOONNNNNGGGG shoe horn and a funny shaped pillow for Mom to sit on.  Hmmm...this is going to be interesting.  At least Mom took my vest off so I could tell Auntie Kim how happy I was to see her.

Later, we went to Walmart because Mom needed a few more things for her surgery. She got a robe to wear in bed that has peace symbols and Mr. and Mrs. Potato head on it.  It says "piece out" which the humans thought was pretty funny.

On the way home the traffic got really bad.  Mom called Julie to let Belle out and found out it was snowing really hard at our house.  Uh oh!  Mom freaked.  She started talking to me about staying overnight someplace except that she didn't have my food or her medicines.  We stopped, she got some chains for our van and we went on home.  There was snow.  But we made it!

This morning when I got up, my tummy wasn't quite right.  I didn't eat breakfast.  Mom gets upset when this happens. She is afraid that I'm sick.  Yep I had an icky tummy, but it's okay now.  I proved it by eating my whole dinner.  Dog, was I hungry.  I hope my tummy is okay later.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Away From Home</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Mar 2011 20:21:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning, Mom packed our van with a bunch of stuff, like we were going to the laundromat, but al ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning, Mom packed our van with a bunch of stuff, like we were going to the laundromat, but also food and my overnight bag.  Then a man drove up in his van.  Belle barked at him.  She is good at warning Mom that somebody is coming to our house.

He came in and started tearing the bathroom apart.  That was weird.  Belle didn't like the noise, but I told her it was no big deal.  Mom smeared some peanut butter inside a bone so Belle could snuggle up in her favorite bed for a chew.  Belle forgot all about the guy knocking out walls. Julie came over and the humans talked about mold, sheet rock, paint and all that.  The man kept coming out of the bathroom carrying stuff he ripped off the wall.  Blecch.

We left and drove into town (not far), over to the house where Mom works in the studio.  It's a giant house that used to be the hospital in Grass Valley where we live.  Mom's friends Howard and Peggy own it.

Peggy took us through a gate and up a flight of stairs into a little apartment.  It smells like an old house and kitties.  I sniffed it thoroughly and told Mom it is okay.  Then we went out to the big yard where Mom throws my ball when she comes over to do art work.  You won't believe this but I got to play ball chase THREE different times today.

Mom is trying to get used to this little place.  It gets really cold, then hot.  It doesn't seem to have a middle temperature.  Every once in awhile, I hear a door shut or people out on the street.  Peggy goes in and out a lot because this is a B&B plus she is always doing something.  

Mom says this place is like a museum because of all the artwork that Howard and Peggy have.  Check it out.
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://swanlevinehouse.com/" style="color: #b32bb3; font-size: 14px; font-family: Trebuchet MS; text-decoration: blink;" target="_blank">We Are Here</a>


Tomorrow, Mom said we are going to spend the day in the studio.  That can either be boring or fun depending on whether the kitties slip in the door and don't know that I'm there...tee hee.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snow and a New Friend</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 28 Feb 2011 11:20:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has not helped me with my diary for a long time.  Time to catch up.

We got a lot of snow.  It ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has not helped me with my diary for a long time.  Time to catch up.

We got a lot of snow.  It's still all over my yard.  It freezes overnight and gets crunchy.  Belle's paws go through but mine don't unless I step in one of the holes she leaves.  I like the snow when it's falling and soft.  It's fun to run around and bury my ball in it.  Mom says that is exercise.  Who cares about that?  I just want to play.

One night, our house got really cold.  Mom pulled me close which kept me warm.  When we got up, it was COLD in our house, the snow was deep and still falling. Mom couldn't go anywhere or cook or make coffee.  She sat and worried.

Mom got her radio and listened to it for several hours.  She put on so many clothes that I could hardly tell where she was inside.  The radio said it could take "days" before the power came back on.  Mom covered the windows with blankets which made everything all dark.  When the snow stopped, we all went outside (except for Kermit).  It wasn't that much colder.  Mom and Julie, our next door neighbor, shoveled snow while I played and Belle stood in the sun.

On another subject, I have a new friend named Sophie.  She is a big girl and very gentle.  Mostly, I give big dogs space.  But Sophie is so sweet, we were fast friends.  Sophie has started school with us.  Her human sometimes doesn't feel well, so Mom helps train her.  Sophie bounces when she is heeling and working.  She likes it.  Yesterday, she did great. I got jealous with Mom praising and having fun with another dog.  I was relieved when Sophie's mom took over and I got mine back.  Sophie told me she likes the job she is learning to do.  I told her we are lucky to be working dogs because you get to go everywhere and have lots of adventures.  She isn't sure what that means, but I told her it's fun, I promise.

Today it's sunny.  I'm hoping Mom will take me to the park.  It will probably be covered with snow.  If there is a ball involved, I don't mind.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't Mess With ME!</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 11:24:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow, it's been a long time since I wrote in my diary or caught up with friends.  Mom has been keepin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow, it's been a long time since I wrote in my diary or caught up with friends.  Mom has been keeping me busy, going places including the park.  YIPPPEEEE!

Okay, several things have happened.  Mom decided she needed to give her hip some help and lose weight.  She has been eating at home a lot so we haven't gone to our favorite coffee place in over a week.

On Monday, we went to her pdoc.  He likes me, I can tell.  Mom told him about her hip and trying to lose weight.  He said maybe it is time for her to come off one of the meds that made her gain weight along with other things.  They talked about me and how I am helping mom stay stable.  That means I'm really doing my job.  Mom was SO happy when we left his office.  She told me I'm da bomb.

After that, we went to meet some friends at a coffee place.  I just slept through the yacking.  One lady brought some tiny pet dogs that came up to me immediately.  Mom had a hard time convincing the lady that the dogs should not be playing with me while I'm working.  Darn!

On Saturdays, we have been playing games and having classes outside.  Lisa's puppy Zeus has grown HUGE.  He is a goof ball and wants to jump on and bite every dog.  Well, not me.  He came running at me and I got up in his face and barked, "Don't even think about it buddy!"  He backed right off and everybody laughed, then said, Way to go Rethy, you tell him.  They were all surprised because I have let puppies, including Breeze, get away with that nonsense.  Not Zeus.  Uh uh, no way.  

Yesterday evening before class, Zeus, Breeze and I got to run together.  The humans all say "run, run, run" trying to wear us out before class.  Zeus wanted to bite Breeze and roll her over like she used to do with me.  At first I thought, hey, pay back is a bitch (so-to-speak).  But I know how it feels to get beaten up by a bigger puppy, so I rushed in barking at Zeus to separate them.  I chased them making sure I herded Zeus away from Breeze when he started to go for her.  They have longer legs, especially Zeus, so I had to work to keep up with them.  I don't get to practice herding skills very often, so that was fun.  Zeus is clumsy and easy to head off.  Sometimes his legs go out from under him and he lands on his snout.  The humans all laugh at us, and continue to encourage me.  Mom is proud of me for growing into a mature, bold dog.  I'm not going to let any snot-snouted kid mess with my good friend.  I have herding skills and a tough bark so back off buster!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Vacuum, Mom's Hip and Ball Sharing</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/710069</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Feb 2011 11:12:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>A couple of days ago, Mom tried to vacuum up Belle's and my extra hair.  The vacuum froze up.  We to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A couple of days ago, Mom tried to vacuum up Belle's and my extra hair.  The vacuum froze up.  We took it to a little shop that smelled like machines, including brand new ones.  Tanner, a sweet young man, said it would cost a bazillion dollars to fix our vacuum.  He told Mom about a new one.  Mom listened politely and said she couldn't afford that. She noticed a vacuum that looked EXACTLY like ours.  It works though.  Tanner said he would service it and sell it for a good price.  Whew.  That means today Mom will clean house.

Yesterday, we went to a little house where several ladies sat in a circle in chairs. I wanted to go see everyone but knew to lie still on my mat.  One lady talked, then said the topic is "I remember..." and everyone started writing.  She then rang a bell and everybody stopped.  Everyone read what they wrote.  Some women wrote fun stories.  Mom?  Not so much.  Every once in awhile, she reached down to pet me.  Now I know how important it is to stay on the job when we go there.

Mom's hip hurts a lot.  She limps.  Belle's hips hurt, too, so that must be part of getting old.  I don't get to go on long walks, but still get to go chase my ball.  Wahoooo!  Before school, Breeze and I take turns chasing my ball.  We started out both chasing it, but Breeze is bigger and faster. I don't like to compete or argue, so I just let her have it.  Eventually, JoAnn put Breeze on her leash so I could chase and get it every time.  Then Breeze got her turn. That worked well.

Lately, in classes, Mom has been bringing me out for the circle exercise.  I don't need a leash.  Last night and the night before, I heeled around all the dogs (including some goofy ones) off-leash, then Mom put me in a stay and heeled Breeze around (on-leash).  People looked at me and said "wow" because I decide on my own to do things right.  I make Mom proud.  After a difficult day for her, that's the least I can do.  OH, and snuggle with her every chance I get.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dog Show and Related Adventures</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Feb 2011 21:18:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has been keeping me so busy.  First, she had to get me ready to go to the dog show which meant a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has been keeping me so busy.  First, she had to get me ready to go to the dog show which meant a bath :p  and grooming.  JoAnn does most of my grooming, but she is trying to teach Mom.  At one point, Mom says, "let's give her a tail."  They giggled and JoAnn picked up some of the coat on my butt, snip, snipped.  Humans are so silly.  Now when I wag my little stump, the fur they cut in a tail shape wags, too.

With my new tail and the van full of stuff, we took off for SF.  We went to the marina and walked around for a little while.  You know what they have there?  Little ground squirrels!  I couldn't resist chasing.  They are smart and disappear in rocks.  While I was watching for them, guess who arrived?  Jolanda and Josephine!  We went on a long sniffing walk.

At Jojo and Jolanda's house, dogs get to sit on the couch.  It was fun to sit with the humans.  I felt special.

The next day, we went to the dog show.  There are so many people there!  All day, people were asking Mom, "What kind of dog is that?"  (As if I'm a "that"!)  Mom would tell them and they would say, "She is so beautiful."  All I could figure is my new tail trim caught their eye.

On Sunday, we spent the whole day at the dog show.  First, I hung out with Iris.  Then Mom went to watch the obedience trials in the arena with Jojo.  Aside from taking me out for a little walk and to go potty, we spent the whole day watching dogs.  I slept on my mat or sat on Mom's lap to watch.  It seemed like a long day, but Mom was really happy, so that makes me happy.

At night, we slept in our van.  Mom stuffs me in her sleeping bag and wraps her arms around me to keep me warm.  The first two nights were good.  Then for some reason it got really cold the 3rd night.  Mom was restless and kept me awake. We could have gone into Jolanda and Jojo's house any time we wanted to.  Mom is just hard-headed and decided to "tough it out".  Did I say humans are silly?

Anyway, we had fun.  Mom has been tired since we got back.  She has been sleeping a lot.  Tonight we went to school and I got to play with Breeze before class.  I guess things are back to normal.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Catching up</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 11:06:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The weather has been great.  We have been SO busy Mom hasn't had time to read my pals' diaries or te ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The weather has been great.  We have been SO busy Mom hasn't had time to read my pals' diaries or tell you what I've been up to.

Classes started again. Breeze is now the demo dog.  That's okay with me.  I have a job and it's good to give the kid one, too.

Saturday we went to school and a bunch of my friends were there.  After we heeled around a bit, the humans took us off leash to play games.  Art had made a grid on the lawn.  They put us one at a time on the grid, some of us in sits, some of us in downs.  That didn't make sense because usually when we are in stays we are all in sits or downs together.  The humans laughed a lot.  Then we played hide and go seek.  That's where two humans at a time would put their dogs on stays, then go hide behind trees or cars.  When they called us we had to go find them.  It was an easy game because I always know where Mom is. 

Sunday, I met a new friend.  Her name is Sophie.  She is big, but very polite and welcoming to me.  She let me sniff all around her house.  I smelled Polar and a kitty, but couldn't find either one of them.  We took a walk and Mom showed Sophie's Mom some stuff.  Mostly, the humans yacked while Sophie and I hung out on the edge of a hiking trail and watched people and dogs pass by.  There was a huge field across the street.  Mom didn't take me over there to throw my ball.  What's up with that?  Maybe she forgot.

Yesterday, we went to see Mom's doctor.  Mom had to get on the table and lie down while her doctor moved Mom's leg around in different positions and asked, "does that hurt?"  Couldn't she just look at Mom's face and see that it hurt?

When we left there, we went over to the hospital where Mom put on a gown--backwards.  We went into a big room with a machine hanging from the ceiling.  I lay there and watched as Mom had to do a down/stay on a table while trying to cover herself up (remember the backwards gown?)  This morning, Mom's doctor's office called.  She has "severe arthritis" in her hip.  I could have told them that, but little dogs are never asked.  Mom is bummed out because she knows what that means.  I don't.  I'm sure I'll find out.

I hope you dogs are enjoying good weather, too.  I'll woof at you later, Rethy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Costco, A Mall and a Room Full of Clinicians</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/706987</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Jan 2011 20:41:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday, we went on a long drive and wound up at Costco.  We met Auntie Jeanne, who was working wi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday, we went on a long drive and wound up at Costco.  We met Auntie Jeanne, who was working with Grace.  You know what that means?  WALKING!  LOTS OF WALKING!  Costco was crowded.  You'd think the humans would go find what they wanted, put it in the cart, pay for it and get the heck out of there.  But NO.  We walked down every single aisle.  EVERY ONE.  After all that, the humans sat down to eat.  It was SO crowded we could hardly get through all the shopping carts to find a seat.  When we left, Auntie Jeanne took a piece of her pizza and got Zeus out of the car so he could have a snack and take a pee.  Tegan was there, too.  The whole dog family.

After a little break, we wound up at the mall again--round and round and round.  Gracie hasn't been to the mall when the sun is shining so she was surprised about the light coming in every which way.  By the time we got home, I was pooped. 

Today started out like a regular day, we went to the park so I could chase my ball.  Mom seemed edgy.  After the ball chase, she went to our favorite coffee place, but got chamomile tea instead.  I'm always suspicious when she changes habits.  You know how it is when you're monitoring your humans.

Mom got her tea to go.  We went to a place that had a big room with lots of chairs in it.  None of the chairs were against the wall, so Mom got anxious.  The lady at the front of the room said Mom could move a chair to the side.  Whew.  Mom put her jacket down and my mat on top of it because the room was so cold.    She sipped on her tea.

A lot of people came into the room and filled up the chairs.  The lady leading the class got Mom to laugh some, so she relaxed.  They took a break but getting back into the room was hard.  People crowd together and don't leave space which makes Mom really freaky.  When the class started again, Mom grabbed my leash and mat and we went to the front of the class where I lay down while Mom talked.

Mom was SO nervous because she was talking about her illness and about being a lesbian.  She said when she was first hospitalized that was still considered a mental illness and she wouldn't tell anybody because she was afraid they wouldn't let her out.  YIKES!  I didn't know that!  Mom talked about how she had to separate out her mental illness from her sexual orientation and all the reasons that was so hard.  You think you know your person, but then they talk about stuff that is a total surprise!  Mom hurried through what she had to say, then got me up and went quickly back to her chair.  People applauded.  I'm sure it was because I was so professional.

After the class, a couple of people came over, one woman who wanted to get too close to Mom, so I got up and sat between them.  ON the way out to our van, Mom told me what a good girl I am and that I'm da bomb.  She hasn't said THAT in awhile.

Next stop was school.  We haven't been in the little training garage for a long time, but I remembered where my spot is.  I was happy to see JoAnn and Lisa.  Blitzen was there, too, but Breeze and Cammy and Zeus weren't.  It's like old times--Blitzen and me, demo dogs.  I felt a little discombobulated though.   It seems we are doing so many different things these days.  Going to malls and walking forever, going to Costco and walking forever, being around lots of people, which Mom has a hard time with.  I have been working, working, working.  

Mom says there is another training class tomorrow morning.  She hates morning, so I hope it goes okay.  She tells me I'm her "courage."  That makes me feel pretty darned important.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Catching up</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/706732</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 9 Jan 2011 20:40:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It has been a long time since Mom wrote for me.  Sheesh, now I have to remember things.

Last week ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It has been a long time since Mom wrote for me.  Sheesh, now I have to remember things.

Last week, Mom got sick.  She sneezed and snuffled and blew her nose for about 3 days.  One time, she sneezed so hard that something she was sucking on flew across the room.  Belle wanted to lick it up.  Mom found it first.  Too bad for Belle.   Mom did take me to the park a couple of times to chase my ball.  She was sneezing and her nose dripped when she leaned over to pick up my ball. I appreciated her effort.

On Friday, I got a bath first thing.  Mom dried me a little bit, put me in the van and off we went.  WHAAA???  

We wound up at Breeze's house.  Evidently, it was grooming day.  Mom is trying to learn how to groom me, but she is clumsy and not good at it.  JoAnn worked on Breeze for a long time.  Unfortunately, JoAnn doesn't get how Aussies' (and Mini-Aussies') butt coats grow.  She keeps cutting Breeze's butt coat back because she doesn't like how it "sticks out."  I whispered to Mom that it sticks out because she keeps cutting it.  Mom whispered, "I know."

Mom got me started with my ears and around my toes.  JoAnn finished it up.  Mom says I look really pretty...there wasn't much butt trimming on me, just the part that gets really stinky.

Yesterday, we got to go to the mall with Auntie Jeanne and Gracie.  We walked around the whole mall like 4 or 5 times, up elevators, down elevators.  The humans sat at a table in the food court for awhile and fiddled with beads.  Gracie is still learning how to work.  I do my best to show her.  Auntie Jeanne encourages me and says I am "mature".  BOL! She hasn't seen me play hide and seek with my donut.

At one point, I told Mom I had to potty and she took me outside on the lawn.  When we were going down the steps, a man behind us said "too small to be a service dog."  Mom turned around to let him know about my job.  He said he wasn't talking about me.  He unzipped his jacket and the funniest little dog poked its flattened nose out.  Mom laughed.  They talked about SDs for awhile so the two nice men could better understand how important our jobs are.  

When we got in the van, I thought we were done, but no, we wound up at Sam's club.   I was tired and Gracie started falling asleep standing.  Were the humans done?  NO.  We went to Walmart so Mom could return the broken heater she bought there.  We went ALL the way around that store too.  Needless to say, I slept well last night.

Today it was SO cold.  We didn't go anywhere.  BOOORRRIINNGG.  I'm sure we'll be going some where tomorrow.  Mom said something about men coming to cut our tree, whatever that means.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Old friends, New Friends</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/705426</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 30 Dec 2010 10:41:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday, Mom and I had so much fun.  We went for a long ride, usually a sign there's adventure ahe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday, Mom and I had so much fun.  We went for a long ride, usually a sign there's adventure ahead.  It's always a surprise.  

When we got to Ikea, we saw Ollie, then Maxwell.  I met Maxwell in Colorado.  He is a handsome boy, just the right size for me to play with.  We were both working though, so no playing.  Then we were joined by Charlie, also a very cute boy, but again, no playing.  Work is work, play is play.

We all hung out for awhile until Gracie got there, then we headed off to the furniture forest.  Our humans are so silly, taking pictures and making us sit still while they fiddled with cameras.  Uncle Stan took pictures and movies with Mom's camera.  Here's a movie.
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ellenandrethy/Ikea?authkey=Gv1sRgCJuQ_8zCv4CgLQ#5556338106933481634" style="color: #ad1dad; font-size: 15px; font-family: Trebuchet MS; text-decoration: blink;" target="_blank">At Ikea</a>

Mom introduced me to a shark while we were there.  She thought it was funny.  It was a stuffed shark, not scary at all.

When we left there, a lady named Lori rode with us to Mr. Taco.  She and Mom talked about the service dog Lori wants to get.  She hasn't picked out one.  I was on my most excellent behavior, because I wanted to show her how great mini-Aussies are.  

First we went to the fruit market, where I did "post" (behind Mom to keep people from getting to close).  Lori asked "how did you train her to do that?"  Mom said, "I guided her into position while I said "post", then praised her when she stood or sat there."  I'm cool with whatever Mom wants me to do.  Some things are obvious.  Mostly I love to make her happy.

When we got to Mr. Taco, Mom asked me to potty. I did.  Then she let me greet Lori (my vest was off).  When Mom said, "All done" it was time to go back to work, so I returned to get my vest on.

The humans had saved Mom her favorite spot (she can't sit with her back to doors).  Lori complimented me about how well trained I am.  Mom was proud and I knew I had accomplished my goal, so I grinned to myself.  I like those compliments better than the high pitched "AAAAaaaaaAAAAAH, She's so cute."  I'm over being cute.  I'm a working dog.

As always, the humans yacked and did their crafts.  Auntie Veronica had knitted Mom some slippers.  Mom put them on my mat for a pillow.  They smelled like Ollie and some other dog I haven't met.  I think I detected some kitty, too.  Mom is wearing them now.  She really likes them.

As we drove into Grass Valley, Mom started saying, Ooo and wow.  The sky (which I rarely notice) was beautiful.  Then it started to snow.  I was glad when we got home.  Belle was too.

It is sunny today.  Maybe we'll go to the park so I can chase my ball and get all muddy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Well now, THIS is different</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/704735</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Dec 2010 20:57:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What an interesting time we are having.  We have been spending lots of time with Auntie Jeanne, goin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What an interesting time we are having.  We have been spending lots of time with Auntie Jeanne, going to places Mom HATES because they are so crowded.  I've been showing her how good I am at my job and just standing (or sitting) in position when she needs me to.  She hasn't melted down or anything.  

Yesterday, we spent over an hour at Best Buy where Mom got a new phone.  There was something about her old phone starting to erase information on it's own.  That wasn't good.  Mom was in the middle of all those people, not entirely happy with it, but still doing it.  Now she is trying to figure out this new phone.  The faces she makes are funny.

Then today, we went for a drive and wound up at Lucille's house.  I haven't seen Lucille in forever!  It was so fun.  We ran and ran and ran.  She can play rough sometimes, but no where near as rough as Breeze.  I had so much fun with her today.  She has now gone to bed somewhere in this big house, Mom is sitting at the dining table, Lucille's Mom and Dad are going to bed.  

Mom set up our van to sleep in tonight.  She's calling it a trial run.  When we went out this afternoon, Mom couldn't get much of her stuff to work right.  The cheap little heater had a blade broken off its fan.  It made an awful noise.  At least Mom laughed about it.  We're going to try to stay out there tonight.  We'll see how that goes.  Could be interesting.

Lucille's mom just got diagnosed with cancer, so she is having a hard time.  It looks like Mom and I are going to spend some time here over the next few weeks so she can take her friend for treatments and take care of her.  Lucille's dad is not able to do that because he is in a wheelchair and takes lots of medications for his pain.

You know what all this means?  I'm going to have to take really good care of my mom, keep an eye on her to make sure she is taking care of herself.  We'll see how it all goes.  Should be interesting.

Mom says it's Christmas eve.  That is supposed to be something some humans get really excited about.  If your humans get excited about it, I hope you all get wonderful treats.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>SO much going on</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/703830</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Dec 2010 19:43:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom hasn't helped my write in my diary because she has been so busy.  It's like this.

Auntie Kim  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom hasn't helped my write in my diary because she has been so busy.  It's like this.

Auntie Kim came to visit for several days.  I love her.  She throws my ball in the air, then laughs when I play hide and seek with it.  She and Mom did all kinds of work to get things ready for a party where people came over and put candy all over little chocolate houses.  Mom's is sitting on the bookshelf.  I don't get it, but the humans had fun.

When Auntie Kim was here, we all went out to dinner at a Thai restaurant.  The humans sat for a long time before any one brought them menus or took their order or brought more water or anything.  In the meantime, the floor was soooo cold.  I was shivering.  Mom didn't know what to do because she couldn't really bring me into her lap.  She put me between her feet and petted me until they could get out of there.  The humans liked their food, hated the service and my vote is not to go back.

Mom has been getting our van ready to go on a trip.  She has a portable sink, a propane heater and an electric heater, a bed, some other equipment.  We went super-shopping with Auntie Jeanne a couple of days ago and Mom got this heavy plasticy fabric to hang over the windows.  Today, she measured and cut and got all excited.  She said, "Rethy, we're all dressed up with no where to go."  Then she laughed.  I didn't get it. Human humor rarely makes sense.

It's raining and raining.  Today, after I did some working for Mom, she took me to the park.  There was a break in the rain, so Mom threw my ball and let me get all muddy chasing it.  Sure, she had to wipe me off and I'll probably get a half-bath later.  It's all worth it to chase a ball.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Decorating, Split Pea Soup and Cars, Cars, Cars</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/702255</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Dec 2010 11:18:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last year we went to JoAnn and Art's house to help decorate their yard.  I ran all around while they ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last year we went to JoAnn and Art's house to help decorate their yard.  I ran all around while they put up big blow-up snow men and Santas, reindeer that raise their heads up and down like they are grazing, candy cane lights along the drive way and lights all over the trees.

This year, Amber wasn't there to cook for everybody, so Mom offered to make split pea soup while everyone else decorated.  She cooked while I stayed outside to play with Breeze.  Now that Breeze is so big, I can't run fast enough to get away from her.  She jumps on me and chews on my feet.   She's so big I can't do much about it.  I play fight too, but Breeze is bossy.  Don't get me wrong.  I love my cousin, but sometimes...

When JoAnn's feet got tired, she went inside.  She told Mom she wanted to bring me into the house so Breeze would stop "tormenting" me.  I wanted to play, but it was good to be inside and rest.  Mom was in the kitchen stirring two big pots of soup, tasting it, having JoAnn taste it.  They kept saying it was still crunchy.  Evidently split pea soup isn't supposed to be crunchy.  The soup cooked for 4 hours and was STILL crunchy.

JoAnn got a "food processor" out and they put some of the really hot soup in that to grind it all up.  What a mess. It was still crunchy.  JoAnn kept telling Mom it was okay, but there were people to feed.  The good thing was, JoAnn's son's family said they didn't like peas and besides, they needed to get back to Reno before the snow got really bad.  They left.  By the time JoAnn's daughter and grandson got finished decorating, they thought the soup was normal.  Every one said it was really good.  Silly humans, all of this fussing over soup. 

Art had four boxes of collector cars he was trying to give away to his grandkids who didn't want them.  Mom told him that he could make money selling them on ebay and offered to do that for him.  They loaded up the van with boxes that Mom went through when we got home.  She kept shaking her head and saying "what a shame."  Mom knows about collector cars and was sad that they had been stored so carelessly and had broken parts.  She picked out some of them and sat with q-tips and vinegar water to clean them up.  Then she photographed six of them.  She is going to try to sell them to make money for herself and Art.  If that goes well, she will clean up and try to sell some more.

Today, we are all inside.  I'm hoping to get out to play ball but the weather is icky.  Maybe if I look pitiful enough and drop my inside ball on Mom's feet enough times, we will go to the park.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom with Grooming Scissors?  Scary!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/701469</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Nov 2010 21:11:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had a fun day today.  Mom took our new den to her mechanic so he could remove some of the shelves  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had a fun day today.  Mom took our new den to her mechanic so he could remove some of the shelves and a barrier between the seats and the back.  JoAnn and Breeze came to pick us up and took us to Nevada City so we could walk around.  Breeze is doing well at walking through new places and paying attention, heeling and everything.  JoAnn wants to take her as many new places as possible.  Mom says we need to go into the city so she can walk by buses, motorcycles and maybe some sirens.

It was sunny so the humans decided to have a snack and coffee at an outdoor cafe.  We walked around some more then picked up our van and drove to Breeze's house.  Breeze and I got to run around and then whoosh, we were both in a "stand" on a brick wall.  JoAnn brought out her brush, scissors and combs and proceeded to instruct Mom on how to trim around my feet.  

I'm patient which is good.  Breeze and I were both standing there with our Moms holding up our back feet and trimming away.  I whispered to Breeze that Mom is really clumsy.  Breeze knew that because every once in awhile, JoAnn had to stop and fix something Mom did.  JoAnn also trimmed around my ears while Mom worried about it being too short.  JoAnn was really patient with my fussy Mom. She decided that I look good, though.  One of these days, Mom is going to do that part, too.  Hoo boy.  It's a good thing I'm not vain.

The change to our new den is great.  Now I can lie in a bed right near Mom with my seat belt on and without that big metal thing rattling between us.  I don't have to sit high on the passenger seat which I didn't like at all.   On the way home from Breeze's house, I stretched out in my bed admiring my pretty trimmed feet and thought, "Life is good..."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Sun is Out!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/701318</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 10:59:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom is a wimp and doesn't like the rain, wind and cold.  It's not my favorite either, but throw a ba ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is a wimp and doesn't like the rain, wind and cold.  It's not my favorite either, but throw a ball for me in any weather and I'm happy.

Just to catch up, we went to meet our friends at the restaurant in Dixon for something called Thanksgiving.  It was just a regular day for me, and I think for the humans as well.  They were happy and silly as always.  We rode in Zeus' car.  He brought his sister Teagan.  A really nice human named Annie also came with us.  She didn't bring a dog, so Zeus shared Teagan with her.

After the humans ate we went to a big store where Mom found a bed for our new rolling den.  She was really excited, opened it up and lay down on it.  One of the humans said "Make sure there is room for Rethy."  Mom pulled me up on the bed and yep, there was room.  The bed goes places with us now.  I wonder what Mom is up to.  

The next day, we went to Breeze's house to play.  Evidently, Breeze has been chasing down the moles in her yard which results in her being covered with mud and little trenches through the grass.  JoAnn doesn't like that so she calls me in to help get Breeze tired.  Breeze told me she will still chase moles regardless.  I told her that sounds like fun.

Mom took our new van over to her mechanic to see if he would take out the extra shelves.  He was glad she found such a nice van and said he would take the shelves out for a trade because he could use them in his shop.  Cool.

We did a little grocery shopping, came home and have been home ever since.  Boring. All of us napped yesterday.  Mom was on the couch where Kermit can't see her unless he is standing on the tippy top of his cage.  He kept saying "peek-a-boo".  He was bored and wanted to play, too. Later, Mom slung chocolate around the kitchen.  She called it making "chocolate gingerbread houses".  For all the mess she made, she wound up with only one house.  It looks like she is going to make more.  Can't she do something more interesting like toss the ball for me?

We will go out today because the sun is shining.  YAY!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Our New Den</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/700582</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Nov 2010 21:16:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a long day I had!  First we went over to Breeze's house.  I haven't been able to ball chase or  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a long day I had!  First we went over to Breeze's house.  I haven't been able to ball chase or anything for two days so running with Breeze was going to be fun.  Well Breeze hadn't played either and instead of playing chase, she just wanted to jump all over me and sit on me and stuff.   That's not very much fun.  She is big enough now that I can't get away from her when I run, so I wind up hitting the ground really hard.  I just gave up trying to run. 

JoAnn got in our car and we drove off, leaving Breeze there.  We met Art who followed us over that windy, windy road.  

Art test drove the van with Mom and me riding along.  He really liked it, said it was "tight", handled well, was solid, in nice shape, all good things.  He was ready to find everything wrong with it, too, but couldn't find anything.

When we got back, Mom was so anxious, I knew she needed help.  I leaned up against her while she was standing and talking with Art and JoAnn.  If I could, I would have made her leave, but she needed to do this.  We went into the sales office.  Mom was a mess.  She told the lady what she had to offer.  Then she got more anxious.  I kept getting up and looking at her, looking at JoAnn, asking her please to do something for Mom.  JoAnn knew what I was doing, so she started to do some of the talking and bargaining.

They decided to go to lunch and talk about it.  At lunch, Mom was still anxious, so I kept trying to get out between her and the restaurant walkway.  I wanted to protect her.  Mom kept trying to get me to lie back down.  JoAnn told Mom "She's just picking up on your nerves.  She doesn't do this otherwise."  Mom said that's true and stopped trying to get me to lie down where I couldn't protect her.

When we got back, they made a deal.  Art and JoAnn left and Mom signed a whole bunch of papers.  She had finally relaxed, so I stretched out a took a nap.  That was a good thing because riding in our new den is totally different.  I can see EVERYTHING.  That's because I rode in the front seat.  It's way up high.  I wanted to watch everything as we drove home.

Mom says she really likes our new den on wheels.  Art is going to help her take out all the metal stuff that's in there right now.  He will help her put a bed in too.  He said she could put an RV plug in there and get a little electric heater for sleeping.  For now, Mom is just happy to know she got a really good car.  I'm glad Art and JoAnn helped her because she wouldn't have been able to do this herself.  Well, she does have me, but I'm not old enough to drive or fierce enough to bargain.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Long day and now bad weather</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Nov 2010 16:06:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We had a long day yesterday starting out with my ball chase at the park.  I'm so glad we do that bef ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had a long day yesterday starting out with my ball chase at the park.  I'm so glad we do that before I go to work.

We rode in the car for a really long time which usually means an adventure.  Sure enough we wound up at Mr. Taco.  Ollie and Iris were there stretching their legs.  Pretty soon, Zeus got there and we went into the restaurant.  Mom had me go way under the table.  I mostly napped.  Mom's energy was really good and she was happy.  That means I can sleep.

When we left, Annie came with us.  She and mom yacked while Mom drove.  Every once in awhile, Annie reached back to pet me and tell me how cute and sweet I am.  That felt good.

After Mom dropped Annie off, she made a stop to use the bathroom and get a cup of tea.  Like usual, there were people who talked to me.  I know now to ignore them.  Sometimes that is hard.  Holding my "post" position is the most important thing in public, so I do that regardless of how silly people get.

The last stop we made was at our grocery store.  It had started raining, REALLY hard.  There were lots more people in the store than usual.  Mom doesn't like that and had trouble.  I made sure to move around to the right position for her because she had to wait at the deli and meat counters. When it looks like people want to step between me and her, she has started saying, "closer" and I know to close the gap.  She was so happy with the job I did that she bent down and told me, "you're da bomb!"  I love hearing that.

After we got home, it started snowing.  I like the snow, but I'm not enjoying the cold so much.  Maybe it's because a lot of my extra coat was groomed away.  That's okay.  Mom doesn't make us stay outside.

Today, all we have done is sleep.  Mom, Belle and I, even Kermit, slept off and on all day.  Nobody wants to go out in the cold.  Mom says more snow is coming.  Lots of naps.  I hope Mom doesn't forget that I NEED my ball chasing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No Special Dens for Us</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/699896</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Nov 2010 17:42:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We had an adventure today.  Evidently, with all the computer time, Mom found a van she liked.  Accor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had an adventure today.  Evidently, with all the computer time, Mom found a van she liked.  According to internet information, it was about the same price as our car is worth.  She thought it would be a great trade.  

The van was far away.  We went on a windy, windy road and had to stop and wait a bunch of times because people were spreading stinky stuff around.

When we got there, Mom left me in the car for a few minutes, then came back to get me.  We went into an office where she handed over her keys.  She talked to a really nice lady there.  A man with red lines under his eyelids came to stare at me and talked about how he wanted a dog like me.  Silly human.  There aren't any more of me, just the one.

The lady got up and came back with a paper that had a red number on it.  Mom said, no way.  We got up pretty quickly after that and left.

She drove a long time.  We stopped for Mom to have some coffee.  Lots of people wanted to talk to me or stare at me.  Mom didn't have much patience with that today.

After a walk, we went to the office where Mom talks to that nice lady who helps her with her feelings.  According to Mom, the price the car people wanted to give her for her car was about half what something called the blue book says it's worth.  Mom was disheartened.  They talked the whole time about how Mom can do more of the things she wants, including going to visit our friends in the bay area.  "Money" came up a lot.  Blah Blah Blah.  Mom didn't need me so I dosed off.  I perked up when Mom said it's because of me that she wants to do more things, that I make it possible.  She said her world is bigger now, so she wants to enjoy new places.  I'm all for that.  For now, I guess we will be doing it the way we have been and may have to miss some stuff.

Money is something I don't understand but evidently the human world seems to require it.  I'm glad to be a dog and not have that worry.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom on the computer SO much</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/699483</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Nov 2010 10:37:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We have done some fun things over the last couple of days, but Mom has been on the computer a lot to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have done some fun things over the last couple of days, but Mom has been on the computer a lot too. 

First the fun things.  Several dogs had either a make-up class or an evaluation on Saturday, so we went to school.  Who showed up?  LINA!  She has been pulling her person around.  Even in a halti, they struggle.  Her mom has lots of pain, so on her bad days when she needs Lina most, the pulling is especially painful.  Mom fitted Lina with one of our training collars and JoAnn told Lina's mom how work with it.  After only a few minutes, Lina was heeling on a light, loose leash!  Lina was happy to have the halti off her face.  When she realized she wasn't supposed to pull she said, OH! No problem.  She didn't really understand that before because she mostly pulls.  Her mom was happy and grateful. They are going to come to one of our classes when we start up in January.

Yesterday, Mom and I went to meet Zeus and her humans at the coffee place.  Zeus and I just lay there like always while Mom and Auntie Jeanne talked and played with their beads.  Every once in awhile, Mom would drop one and it would roll by me, just like a ball but no fun to chase.  Then Zeus' dad joined us with some books he bought.  Mom started asking him all about fossils and dinosaur birds.  They talked about "leaf-cutter ants" having a highly developed social order.  Mom thought that was really cool.  Ants?  All they do is crawl over bones in the yard and taste weird.

About too much time on the computer--Mom wants to do more things with our friends in the bay area.  The drive is really far and staying overnight expensive.  She thinks if we had a den we could sleep in, but with wheels, we could go visit more.  We could maybe park in one of our friends' driveways.  She would have to sell our car to do that though and she likes our car.  She has been looking at special dens on the internet to see what she can afford.  If she can get a den with a smallish engine and room for a bed and other stuff, she may do that.  I don't know what that will be like, but if it means we get to go on more adventures, I'm all for it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Exciting week</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/699267</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 11:16:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tuesday, we went with Nika and Lina to their advanced training class.  Mom wanted to observe how the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tuesday, we went with Nika and Lina to their advanced training class.  Mom wanted to observe how they do things.  Lina learned how to carry firewood to help her Mom.  She did a great job.  They all practiced stairs.  A couple of dogs there didn't have very good manners, but Lina wasn't one of them.  She did hog the back seat, though.  I scrunched up into a corner and looked at Mom with my "help me" gaze.  She said, "you're alright" and I realized I was.  After all, it's Lina's seat and she is a big girl.

Wednesday, Mom had to go to the dentist.  When we walked into the office, I thought "uh oh".  It was no big deal though.  Her permanent replacement tooth wasn't perfect, so they put it in as a temporary and she will have to go back.  Temporary teeth?  Humans!

Later, we drove to the valley to meet Zeus and his Mom at one of those huge stores.  Mom got dog food for us and for our friends up here.  She wound up pushing around a cart that was heavy with bags of dog food.  I thought Belle would be really happy when she sees all of this.

Mom paid for that and got out of the store without problems.  YAY!  Auntie Jeanne told Mom how to find another store because she still needed a few things.  Mom thought the directions were very clear and decided not to follow in our car.  What a mistake!  Mom gets muddle-headed and lost easily, especially where there is traffic and lots of traffic lights.  It was already dark.  Mom drove around in circles FOREVER and wanted to cry.  The electronic lady on her dashboard didn't know that Sam's Club existed and when Mom tried "Walmart" the stupid lady wanted to send us far away.  After asking someone and getting lost again, Mom called to get the address and told the stupid electronic lady what that was.  She finally found it. This took a LONG time. Zeus and Auntie Jeanne were still waiting for us.  They must really love us because it was SO cold.  Auntie Jeanne said they met many kind strangers while they were waiting.  

We got home late and Belle was all worried about dinner.  I told her she shouldn't worry.  We ALWAYS get fed.  Plus, she should see how much dog food Mom bought.  WOW!

Yesterday a man came with our property manager Tammy to look at the shower.  The man didn't know about wiping his paws, so when he stepped in the tub, he made mud.  He said something about taking it apart and putting in new sheet rock (hmmmm...rocks in sheets, doesn't sound too comfortable to me).  He said something about Mom not taking a shower for a couple of weeks.  Now that JoAnn has sold her shop, that means I probably don't have to take a bath for a whole two weeks!  YAY!

Mom had the man put his dirty paws into garbage bags to walk out of the house.  I'm sure glad she doesn't make Belle and me do that.  I prefer standing for a towel wipe down any day.

Speaking of which, last night Mom said I stink and whooshed me up and into the tub.  I'm glad I don't know in advance when she is going to do that.  At least it was only a butt bath.  Dogs, I'm looking forward to seeing what a sheet of rocks is and being able to avoid baths for awhile.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Agility, Graduation and Rain</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/698786</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Nov 2010 11:20:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday was downright boring.  Rain, rain, rain.  We did go to the grocery store because it was do ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was downright boring.  Rain, rain, rain.  We did go to the grocery store because it was dog food cooking day.  Mom got the ingredients for the homemade food she makes.  It is really yummy and keeps Belle's and my coats all shiny.  

Friday evening we went over to Breeze's house because Art and JoAnn got a new computer that wasn't talking to the internet.  Mom does computer stuff pretty well, so she worked on getting things going.  Even though I love to play with Breeze, I wanted to be with Mom--that's my job.  I didn't like it when she was lying on the floor and kept checking her.  Mom figured out I was worried and gave me some good pets and praise so I could go settle down.

Saturday, was SO fun.  It was our last day of agility for the season..  There were only a few people there, so it was mostly socializing and running the course every once in awhile.  Baby Zeus was there with Cammy and Blitzen (who is doing A LOT better).  Zeusie was happy and really attached to Lisa.  He told me he loves his new home and family even though he misses his brothers and sisters.  He has forgotten all about his funny hat.  Art says he looks like a Shriner, whatever that is.  Lisa wants to get him used to surfaces and build his confidence while he is still young (like Mom did for me).  With help from Nugget and Breeze, they took him on the agility equipment suitable for babies.
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ellenandrethy/20101106pics?authkey=Gv1sRgCJCB8--z-ZK9Pg#5537038023943633186" style="color: #850d85; font-size: 15px; font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-decoration: blink;" target="_blank">Baby Zeus Learns Some Agility</a>

Then we had our last class for the year--graduation from Basic.  The weather was good so we got to be outside.  Here are some pictures:
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ellenandrethy/20101106pics?authkey=Gv1sRgCJCB8--z-ZK9Pg#" style="color: #802680; font-size: 15px; font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-decoration: blink;" target="_blank">Last Day of Classes</a>

Mom especially likes the picture of Art babysitting all of us dogs while class is going on.  Also, you can tell when JoAnn starts handing out diplomas and treats because we are all at attention.

I'm going to miss classes and agility.  We'll probably keep going over to Breeze's house so we can run and because Mom helps JoAnn and Art with some things--mostly computer related.

Mom promised to take me to the park today.  Let's go already!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Never More Beautiful</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/698132</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Nov 2010 13:53:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>At least that's what Mom says.  I couldn't care less except that my head feels lighter and not all b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ At least that's what Mom says.  I couldn't care less except that my head feels lighter and not all bunchy with fur.

Here's the story.  JoAnn sold her grooming shop to a nice man named Chris.  He is a great big guy with a gentle soul.  They say he has been grooming and working with show dogs for many years and just wanted to get out of that--just get his own grooming shop.

Yesterday morning, JoAnn called causing Mom to jump up out of her chair, not even take a shower, okay, a little clean-up here and there, grab me and head out.  We didn't even go to the park, we went straight to JoAnn's shop.  She went on and on about how beautiful Breeze is after Chris groomed her and wanted to see how he would groom me.  Uch, that meant a bath.

Anyway, watch what he did.  
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFPndTQq9-E" style="color: #ab15ab; font-size: 15px; font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-decoration: blink;" target="_blank">Getting Groomed</a>

The whole time, JoAnn was watching.  She and Mom were ooooing and ahhing.  I just stood there and cooperated like I do.  Plus, I enjoyed Chris' energy.  Mom liked the way I look so much that she groaned, thinking now she isn't going to be able to let me know "natural" and will be spending money to make me prettier.

After my grooming, we went to vote.  One lady at the table had a couple of questions, but also seemed to know a lot about service dogs like me.  Mom found that refreshing.  She took her huge long ballot to a table to fill out while another lady working at the polling place snuck up behind her to take a bunch of pictures of me.  Was it because I'm naturally beautiful?  Was it because of the grooming?  I'll never know.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom's Nightmares and P-doc</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/697977</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Nov 2010 10:21:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Lately Mom has been having nightmares.  She wakes up all freaked out. I try to stay close because I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Lately Mom has been having nightmares.  She wakes up all freaked out. I try to stay close because I can feel she is anxious in her sleep.  When she wakes up, she pulls me close, I can find a good spot and we both go back to sleep. 

Yesterday, after my ball chase, we went to Sacramento.  Mom walks me before her appointments.  I'm always on the look-out for other dogs, squirrels and even people walking or on bicycles--anything that moves.  I know not to chase them, but have to keep at least one eye on them.  I've learned how to watch and still know what Mom is doing.  When she stops, I stop and sit.  As long as I do that, Mom is okay with my watching things.

We went to see the funny little man who talks to Mom about medications.  He also talked to her about the gathering in Colorado.  Mom said it was really hard and might not have gone if she knew how hard it was going to be.  She also said she met some wonderful people and was glad she went.  Her doc made the observation that she would do more things if she didn't have "anticipatory anxiety."  Mom talked about the dog show at the cow palace and he encouraged her to go. Then they talked about her medications and how expensive they are.  He wrote prescriptions for her to send to Canada.  She said that would save over $1100 a year by getting them there.  I guess that's a lot.  In dog dollars is that $7700 a year?

On the way home we stopped so I could play with Breeze.  JoAnn was picking up dog poop in the yard, but Mom's shoe found some before JoAnn got it.  Mom thought she got it all off, but I could smell it all the way home.  I think it was Kaylee's.  Mom had to wash her shoes when we got back and wash off the mat in the car.  Humans are so funny about dog poop.  I know they have to pick it up because they hate to step in it.  If they just knew that for dogs it is the morning newspaper, they'd at least allow us time to give it a scan.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another Zeus and Mom Upset</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/697583</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 30 Oct 2010 16:22:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We have had a couple of really fun days.  After that night of no sleep, we got together with our fri ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have had a couple of really fun days.  After that night of no sleep, we got together with our friends.  I was so tired, but got a good power nap while the humans did what humans do.  I got to see Ollie, Iris, Kota and Zeus.  Zeus even let me sleep with my butt against him.  I sleep with my butt against Mom at night, so it's great when my SD buddies let me do that with them.

When we got back, Mom took me home and LEFT ME THERE!!!  What????  Evidently, she took the car to the place where that pit bull runs around.  Our friend Peggy went to pick her up, so she wasn't gone long.  Belle told me when you get left at home, if there are balloons around the birdcage, you leave that alone and just nap.  Cool, that's easy.

Yesterday, Zeus and his mom came to pick us up.  We went to our favorite coffee place where the humans yacked about beads.  Mom looked at a book and got all excited.  She has a lot of beads, but is never quite sure what to do with them.  Auntie Jeanne took us to pick up our car.  Mom had to get the pit bull to go away again, but at least the people were paying attention and called him.  When we got home, Mom got out her beads and her new book, moved a lamp over and started staring over the top of her glasses and fiddling with stuff I couldn't see.  She still has it out on a small table by her chair, so she'll probably be messing with that for awhile.

Today, we went to school.  Lisa has been talking about a new puppy.  Today I got to meet him!  His name is Zeus, too.  He is a doberman.  He wears a big hat.  He's a little guy, a baby really, wearing this big hat tied around his neck with a sock.  I did not understand.  He was spaced out and unsure because everything is new.  He likes me because I'm calm.  He doesn't feel very good, though.  I asked him about the hat and he just said his ears hurt.  :(

Mom had a hard time with the hat.  She didn't say anything even though she was upset to see Zeusie's hat and bewildered expression.  Evidently, Lisa went to a doberman show dog breeder who wouldn't let any of her puppies go without cropping their ears.  Mom asked a lot of questions about it because she was trying to understand.  She was careful not to be openly upset because it was already done and we work with Lisa. Evidently, there are people who think it's normal to crop some puppies' ears.  Zeusie is a forgiving pup, aren't we all?  I told him I would be his good buddy and that when he got used to everything, we could play together...I whispered that Breeze is sometimes too rough, but I'm not.  I hope he loses that silly hat pretty soon.  He is really beautiful.  When we got home, I told Mom she needs to let go of being upset.  She is going to try.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Pick and Off to see my pup pals!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/697264</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Oct 2010 08:39:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dogster, thanks for picking my diary for today.  Thanks for the presents, friend.  Dog!  

Mom was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dogster, thanks for picking my diary for today.  Thanks for the presents, friend.  Dog!  

Mom wasn't able to sleep last night for all the emotional stuff that was bothering her.  Her body did that vibrating thing.  She even watched stupid old movies that kept waking me up.  It's a good thing we are going to see some of my pals.  I'm hoping to cuddle up to one of you pups and get a little shut eye while some humans give Mom a boost.  

Later, Reeth]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>That Nice Lady</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/697179</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Oct 2010 17:57:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We went to Sacramento today to see that nice lady Mom talks with about emotional things.  I was glad ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We went to Sacramento today to see that nice lady Mom talks with about emotional things.  I was glad we were going because Mom had a terrible nightmare last night.  She was trying to scream and woke up a real mess.  She reached out and I came up to curl myself next to her back while she petted me.

Before we went to her appointment, Mom took me to our park to chase my ball, then to a Sacramento park to walk. Mom had planned on that but all the squirrels changed her plan.  OH, I wanted one of those squirrels!  Instead, I had to pay attention to where Mom was all the time.  I didn't have to heel, but Mom did her tricky turning and backing up or stopping.  I'd fix on a squirrel that was just taunting me and Mom would back up and say, "Front!"  I'd have to turn around and come to her.  By the time we got up, the squirrel would be gone.  When we got back in the car, Mom was really happy about our "distraction practice."  Me?  Not so much.

At her appointment, Mom talked about her brother and about the lady who came up behind her on the wrong side of a cashier's counter who set her off.  I had been on the other side so I couldn't protect Mom from the stupid lady with boundary issues.  I was relieved Mom was getting help with this.  I fell asleep.

I thought we would go home after that, but instead we went to an alley in Sacramento where there was a big garage door open and several old cars inside.  Mom went in while I stayed in our car.  I heard her all excited and a man all excited like he was surprised.  She brought him out to meet me.  He smells like car paint and a little grease.  He's pretty old.  I could tell he loves Mom a lot. Evidently, he built a Mustang for Mom several years ago.  I don't think it was the kind of mustang that has four legs.  He petted me and told me how pretty I am.  Later, Mom brought his wife out to meet me too.  They were both SO happy to see Mom.  When Mom was driving home, I could tell she was glad to have seen her friend, she says he is her "second father".  Hmmm.  Whatever.

Now we're home.  Mom has some art stuff on the table so she can take it with her tomorrow.  It will be the first time we have seen Ollie and Iris since we were in Colorado.  That will be good because we'll probably be able to relax more.  The humans will yack, but that always makes my mom happy, so I say yack away.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My new friend and training on the bus</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Oct 2010 20:51:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday it rained SO hard.  I thought we were in for a boring day, but then a big yellow lab named ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday it rained SO hard.  I thought we were in for a boring day, but then a big yellow lab named Cisco brought two humans I haven't met to visit.  Cisco has a great job showing his human how to get around and where things are and when to stop before crossing a street.  He's very cool.  He takes his human where ever she tells him she wants to go.  He had his harness on in our house, so I had to show my manners.  Mom gave Belle a bone and put her in our bedroom because she doesn't have as good manners as me.  She would have totally wanted to play with Cisco.

The humans yacked, like usual.  I found out Cisco's human is the girlfriend of the other human who Mom must have known forever.  They laughed a lot.  After a little while, we went to a restaurant Mom likes.  I lay on my mat and Cisco lay next to me.  He's a good cuddler except when he rolled in one direction the handle on his harness bumped me.  We both adjusted, cuddled up butt to butt, then had a good snooze while the humans yacked and ate.  There are pictures of us on my page.

Today, Mom took me to meet JoAnn and Breeze and Lorrie and Chloe.  Lorrie is training Chloe to be her service dog.  Chloe is young and has a goofy lab personality.  She doesn't yet get what working is all about.  Since they are moving, though, Chloe has to learn to ride the bus.  Mom had me show what to do and JoAnn was there to help Lorrie.  There was a really nice bus driver who let them work with Chloe for a LONG time.  He was on "standby" so it was kind of fun for him.  Mom took Breeze and me onto the bus and we watched.  Chloe is way enthusiastic and just wanted to jump from the sidewalk up to the top step.  I showed her a couple of times and the humans worked with her.  JoAnn could get her to walk nicely up the steps, but it was hard for Lorrie.  FINALLY, the humans decided to do something else, so we walked around town to help Chloe understand better about her job.  

Thankfully, Breeze and I got to play at JoAnn and Art's. Here are some pictures of us on the bus and then playing.
  
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ellenandrethy/TransportationTraining?authkey=Gv1sRgCLWo34Sr-6fffw#" style="color: #bd18bd; font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial Black;" target="_blank">Work and Play Today</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Little Ambassador Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/696592</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Oct 2010 10:53:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>AROOOOOOO!  Mom got some great news yesterday!  At the North American Miniature Australian Shepherd  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ AROOOOOOO!  Mom got some great news yesterday!  At the North American Miniature Australian Shepherd Club of the USA (NAMASCUSA) Nationals, I was awarded second place prize as a Goodwill Ambassador for my work as Mom's Service Dog.

Evidently, Zeus' mom had encouraged my mom to tell my breeder about my work and how I help Mom.  Here's what Mom told her:

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Karen,
I've written to you about this before, and wanted to follow up.  Rethy (Reethy), my black tri-female adopted from Sam Oesterlander[breeder's Jr. handler] in December 2008 has passed her public access test and is now my full-time service dog.  At 25 lbs, she is fearless in protecting body space for me to help with Post traumatic stress disorder.  She detects the onset of panic symptoms or dissociation in public places and interrupts that so I can get a grip and either get grounded or leave.  She has herded me out of a situation that was creating a bad physiological reaction I wasn't aware of until I was outside.  She is making it possible for me to get on an airplane for the first time in many years.  As a result of her work with me, my stress levels have decreased so much that my doctor is now lowering and soon will be taking me off some medications.

Rethy is a happy little worker with a bounce in her step and stellar obedience in public places.  She travels with a loose leash and adventurous demeanor.  She started out shy.  I had a professional trainer with the Cesar Millan philosophy toward dog psychology guide the training process and confidence building.  She tailored Rethy's training for my needs.  [Note: Rethy's breeder recommends this philosophy with her dogs--it is in Rethy's purchase contract.]  Above all, Rethy is calm and easy-going.  People are surprised that a 19-month old dog with Aussie lineage can lie at my feet for 3 hours or so and not get antsy.  She does get a lot of exercise.

I don't know if her temperament and personality are typical of the dogs you breed.  However, I get many questions and compliments about her.  I ALWAYS say if people want a mini-aussie, they need to go to a reputable breeder.  At times, I have given them info about you.

I don't know if you want to know all of this, but a friend encouraged me to tell you.  I hope you are gratified to know that one of your pups turned into a happy working girl who is changing someone's life in such a big way.
Thank you,
Ellen McCord

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My breeder wrote back and asked if she could nominate me as a Goodwill Ambassador representing Mini-Aussies.  Mom said, YES!

What Mom wrote was read to the audience at Nationals (along with all of the other stories about most excellent mini-Aussies).  The dog who won first place had detected a fire in his house and gone around to his family and awakened them so they could get out ahead of the fire.  I think that's a pretty great Goodwill Ambassador, so I don't mind being in second place.

Mom is most excited because now many mini-Aussie people--breeders, owners, etc.--know we can be great SDs.  And they know about psych SDs.  Mostly, Mom is proud of me regardless because I do wonderful things to help her.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dead dryers, Car Work and a Pit Bull</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Oct 2010 15:18:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We're watching the leaves fall and pretty soon there will be rain.  The clothes Mom hangs outside ma ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We're watching the leaves fall and pretty soon there will be rain.  The clothes Mom hangs outside may not dry so well.  She has an inside rack where she hangs her underwear and socks, but she can't hang everything on that.  A few weeks ago, our landlady gave us a dryer.  Her boyfriend came to hook it up.  He smells like Travis, a big chocolate lab I know from school, but he didn't have Travis with him.  The free dryer didn't work.  Boyfriend came back and took the dryer away.

A few days ago, JoAnn and Art took us to a nice lady's house to get a dryer Mom found on Craigslist.  Mom finally got everything she needed to get that hooked up.  When she started it, it just pumped gas out into the yard.  Mom said "Yikes," unplugged it and now it is sitting in our laundry room.

Mom has had it with cheap dryers.  Today, we went to Sears and looked at dryers.  A little skinny man who smelled like cologne and cigarettes gave Mom a paper with different prices of dryers on it.  When we got back in the car, Mom put her head on the steering wheel and cried a little.  That's not only because of the dryer.  The pit bull we met earlier already had her on edge.

Mom's car needs service.  We have been going around to garages that smell like grease and have cars with their hoods up inside.  Mom sits for awhile, then gets a piece of paper and talks with a person.  Every time, she frowns and mutters "$900" when she leaves.  After a couple of days of this, Mom got frustrated and sat at her computer to look up everything people had told her.  Then she started calling garages and giving them the list of things her car needs.  Finally, one guy said "$423".

Today, we went to see the $423 guy who has a little garage and nobody working for him.  He says that's why he doesn't have to charge so much.  When we drove up a big pit bull came trotting up to greet us.  Mom went looking for the owner.  A man in another business had a dog behind an exercise pen.  He put the pit in with his dog, so Mom thought it was safe to take me into the car repair office.  While we were in there, I told Mom the pit was coming.  She turned just in time to step between me and the pit bull to put her foot out to stop him.  She got her stern voice and said, "Go! Go on!"  He didn't want to and kept coming back, so she put me in the little office with Eric, the mechanic and went to talk to the owners who had a glass repair business near the garage.

That didn't go well.  Mom came back very upset.  She got anxious and had to keep watching to make sure the dog didn't come after me.  After we left, Mom made a call to the dog police.  I imagine they will explain to the pittie's owner that they can't let their dog run around loose.  I'm proud of my mom for protecting me.  

Now we are home.  Evidently, Mom gave up on getting a new dryer because she said, Rethy, let's hope we don't have many days of rain in a row.  I agree.  When it rains, I don't get to chase my ball.  THAT is what matters most.  Humans need to get their priorities straight.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Birthday, then Boredom</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 11:26:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My birthday was SO fun.  Then came yesterday.  YAWN!  Mom didn't even change her clothes.  She wore  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My birthday was SO fun.  Then came yesterday.  YAWN!  Mom didn't even change her clothes.  She wore her sleep t-shirt and sweats all day.  In her defense, she didn't feel well, like her cold is coming back, so she wanted to rest.  Also, it rained which means I don't get to go to the park.  Still....a little dog needs SOMETHING to do.

Between raindrops, I did yard reconnaissance with my nose.  If sniffing doesn't do it, I have to use my mouth.  Periodically, I asked Mom to take me somewhere, but no luck. I had to occupy myself.

If Mom sees me sniffing out some unknown thing, she'll usually say, "leave it".  Then she investigates, picks it up if she can find it and I have to pretend I'm not sniffing any more until she looks away.  Yesterday, she didn't watch me in the yard so I nibbled on this and that. 

In the middle of the night, I woke Mom up and told her I had to go outside because my tummy was upset.  A little while later, she let me back in, but my tummy was still bothering me, so I didn't get back on the bed.  Mom found some stuff this morning and cleaned it up--wasn't much.  I wish I knew what I ate so I could avoid it next time.

It's sunny today.  I'm hoping Mom will take her shower and get me to the park.  You should see me plead with her.  I can be convincing.  Time to turn on the charm.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom's New Dryer and Bright Idea</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/695611</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Oct 2010 19:21:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, pups, tomorrow is my birthday.  I'll be 2 years old.  Guess what I get to do to celebrate?  Ag ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, pups, tomorrow is my birthday.  I'll be 2 years old.  Guess what I get to do to celebrate?  Agility!  You'd think that would be no big deal any more, but Mom has a new idea about it that makes it even more fun.   More about that later.

Today, Mom was on the phone, then rushed around, put me in the car and pretty soon we were in JoAnn and Art's truck on our way to Auburn.  We went for an early dinner at a place called Strings.  Mom kept saying, Mmmmm, this is SO good.  I got to lie between Mom and Art, so I put my head right next to his foot.  He is my favorite man-human.  He loves me up when everybody is doing classes, so he and I are special friends.

After lunch, we went to a house where a woman and a boy were standing outside with a dryer.  It's not the kind Mom uses on me at the grooming shop.  It's great big.

After we got the dryer into our house, we went back to JoAnn and Art's where I got to play with Breeze.  The agility course was already set up for tomorrow which makes running with Breeze lots more fun (look at the brace-team movie on my page to see us run through it--at the end of the movie).

Here's Mom's bright idea.  After she put our brace team movie on youtube, some movies came up about "agility brace teams".  Mom watched them and sent some links to JoAnn.  They agreed that Breeze and I are naturals for that.  Tonight, with the agility course already up, Mom and JoAnn started herding us through the course together.  What fun!  I would jump and Breeze would jump, she would go through the tunnel and me right after her.  We went over the A frame together, but she skipped the tire.  We both got through the tunnel over the little A-Frame and actually both hit the table at the same time!  Mom and JoAnn just laughed.  

So, guess what we'll be doing next summer?  We'll probably keep playing agility together until the end of this season, too.  Tomorrow, for my birthday, Mom promised that Breeze and I can run the agility course together.  Fun, fun, fun.  Can you believe that's actually a dog sport?  I must be living right.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Work, Work, Work</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/695378</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 20:09:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a busy dog I am.  No complaints, I'm just sayin'...

Today after the park, Mom took me to phy ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a busy dog I am.  No complaints, I'm just sayin'...

Today after the park, Mom took me to physical therapy. Today, she saw someone different, a therapist that worked with her a long time ago.  Martha is a PT who helped Mom heal some very old trauma in her body, so Mom likes her and trusts her a lot.

I lay down on my mat and was aware that Martha worked differently than the other PT. Right away, she was getting energy moving in Mom's head and neck.  I had to sit up and check on Mom because when her energy changes, I have to see if she needs me.  Martha started to watch me and see what I was doing to help her see what was going on with Mom.  This is a different way to do my job, but Martha speaks good "dog" and got what I was telling her.

When Martha was done, I could feel how Mom's jaw was, so I did a whole series of partial yawns.  I was trying to help Mom release her jaw, but no luck.  You can only do so much, right pups?

After PT, we went to lunch.  On the way to the next place, we pulled over next to a school so I could walk around.  I got to pee and sniff, but not for long.

Next stop?  The dentist's office.  Poor Mom.  This is NOT her favorite place and her head had already been worked on.  When we got into the little room, I gave Mom my worried look.  She smiled, not anxious.  That was good.  No big deal.

A dentist--not Mom's regular one--came in to see what happened when Mom's tooth broke off.  He said something about a crown which Mom would prefer had to do with royalty, but means REALLY expensive dental work.  She didn't groan out loud, but I could hear her inner groan.  Yawning isn't going to help on this one.

We had time to come home so I could play with Belle a bit and then off we went to school.  Breeze, Cammy and I got to play before and after class.  Mostly we just lay there and watched.  Cammy and I demonstrated drop on recall.  Then Breeze and I demonstrated heeling in a team.

Blitzen came to watch tonight, too.  His back has gotten really bad.  He has been taking prednisone and his muscle tone is all gone.  He looks like an old man and isn't getting better.  Everybody loves him so much.  It's so sad.  He got to play with Breeze a little, though.  He likes to put his whole mouth over puppies and hold them down because he's the leader--after the humans, of course.  He used to do that with me.  It was Breeze's turn tonight.  She did what I did and rolled over and puppy giggled.  Blitzen acts so tough, but he's just a big goof.  At least he is coming to hang out with us and watch classes again for as long as he can.

Anyway, lots of work today and a good amount of play.  I can't wait to see what we're doing tomorrow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It would have been a good day, but...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/694770</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Oct 2010 18:35:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Where does a little dog register an official complaint?  A human should NOT be allowed to leave a co ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Where does a little dog register an official complaint?  A human should NOT be allowed to leave a completely devoted little dog who takes care of her human 24/7.  That's just wrong!

My day started out really good.  Breeze and I got to run while our humans set up the agility course.  Then the other dogs came, so we lay quietly (being examples of good behavior of course).  Guess who came to agility?  Lina!  She's that beautiful Rhodesian Ridgeback who played with us in Old Sacramento last week.  This was Lina's first time at agility.  First Mom showed Lina's mom how to lead Lina with a martingale, without the halti.  Then Mom took them through the course and taught Lina how to do tunnels and jumps and dog walks and the bridge, even the teeter.  Lina did great!  She loved it.  Her mom loved it too.  They were both smiling.  Lina's mom took her through the course several times.  Lina's younger brother Bala is going through obedience classes right now and he came too.  They were all tired out, lying on the grass and smiling.

Mom took me through a few times, but darn it, I kept forgetting not to bark, so we stopped a lot.  Maybe next week I'll remember to keep quiet so I can run straight through.

After the equipment was all put away, Mom got in her car and left like she did last week.  I remembered that.  JoAnn and Lisa were both there, so I knew Mom was coming back.

Art brought everybody sandwiches, Mom got back with iced drinks and pretty soon, the new dogs in basic started arriving.  There are three grown up dogs and five puppies in the class.  One of the pups looks a lot like Belle and another one looks like Polar, only gray.  All the humans caught on fast and the dogs, even the youngest wee bitty GS pup did great.

After class was over, the humans started gathering up stuff and putting it into JoAnn's truck.  They weren't paying attention to Breeze and me at all.  Art put us in Breeze's little yard and we watched while JoAnn, Lisa and Mom all got into JoAnn's truck and drove off.  They had been talking about the animal shelter and working with the volunteers, foster parents and some of the dogs there, blah blah blah, but I didn't think it meant Mom was going to leave ME!

I started to call her MOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!    MOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!  I kept calling her, but she didn't come back.  Art said "quiet!"  He just didn't understand.  My job is my mom and not only is she gone, so are JoAnn and Lisa.  I was SO worried.  I kept calling Mom.  Breeze got irritated with me because I wouldn't play, so she went in that plastic door where dogs go in and disappear.  I don't like that door.  That left me all alone, so I yelled more-humans call it howling because they don't understand. A human should know better.

Finally, JoAnn's truck pulled back into the driveway.  My throat was sore.  Art told on me, like I was being bad.  JoAnn told him he should have brought me in the house and made me "settle".  He hadn't thought of that.  All I know is, I just wanted Mom to come back.

They let all of us dogs out to run, but I didn't want to.  I wasn't going to let Mom out of my sight.  She smelled like different dogs I haven't met before.  I told her what I thought and talked and scolded her.  I said, Mom, you know better.  You could get in all kinds of trouble and I wouldn't be there to help you.  Don't you ever do that again.  She ignored my scolding, but I had to let her know.

On the way home, we stopped and went into a frozen yogurt shop where a stupid girl backed up into me.  I was doing my job standing behind Mom or the girl would have backed up into her.  The girl apologized and Mom told me "good girl" because I just stepped aside, then stepped back into place.  I had to prove to Mom how important I am so she doesn't just leave me any old time she wants.

We're home now.  Belle chewed on a yummy bone all day.  I sniffed at it, but decided to leave it alone and come into the house so I could keep my eye on Mom.  If I could, I'd put a leash on her and make sure she doesn't take off again.  At least I know when she goes away she DOES come back.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Cold, Breeze Running Again and Headaches</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/694457</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Oct 2010 16:04:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Howdy pals.  This week so far has had its ups and downs.  The day after our fun time in Old Sacramen ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Howdy pals.  This week so far has had its ups and downs.  The day after our fun time in Old Sacramento, Mom's nose started dripping and she blew her snout into a hankie all day.  Because she loves me, she got dressed to take me to the park so I could chase my ball.  She also needed to get some food, so we went to the grocery store.  That was the quickest trip through the store ever.  When we got home, she stretched out on the couch with the TV on and napped.  Belle and I napped, too.  We're good at that.

She wasn't feeling so great on Tuesday either, so we stayed home.  Mom slept all afternoon until time for school.  She took a pill, blew her snout and off we went.  I'm getting used to not being able to run at school, but things have changed.  When I got there, guess who met me?  BREEZE!  And we got to RUN!  Wahoooooo!  She said her doc had to take staples out of her tummy--ouch--and now she can run and play.

Yesterday morning, after my ball chase, Mom drove for a long time which usually means we are going to a city somewhere.  Sure enough, we wound up in Sacramento where Mom goes to talk to that nice lady who has a hard time not playing with me.  Mom took me for a walk before her appointment.  We saw an interesting man with two dogs helping him pull a train made up of two shopping carts.  One of the dogs looked like Jolanda and the other one like Iris.  His train was full, covered with a blue tarp and he had some stuff hanging off the sides, including a plastic gas container.  With dogs helping him pull his train, Mom wondered why they needed gas.  Mom's appointment with the nice lady went fast because I slept all the way through.

Mom still has headaches.  They were getting better until now.  Today, we went to a place that has slippery bamboo floors in the waiting room.  I had to put on the brakes at first because that is a weird sensation.  A lady in the waiting room thought I was going to pee...silly woman.  I don't pee inside.  Sheesh.  Mom filled out some forms and a lady took us back into an itty bitty room where Mom had to figure out where to put me.  Since I'm so small you can imagine how little the room was.

The lady seemed nice, asked Mom lots of questions, made notes, then put this weird crown on her head.  She told Mom to move her head around in different directions and made notes.  Then Mom lay down and the lady pressed and pulled on her neck and head.  Afterward, she put that weird thing back on Mom's head and was really happy about the results.

I'm glad the lady is happy.  Mom's headache is worse now.  I can tell because she is squinting and rubbing the back of her head and just took two aspirins.  She is fighting being grumpy so I know she doesn't feel very good.  Mom says we're going to go back to that place so her headaches can go away.  I'm not so sure about this.  I'll keep you dogs posted.  In the meantime, it's almost time for school and I'll get to run with Breeze!  YAY!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Fun Day and Mom is Sick</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/694019</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 4 Oct 2010 17:42:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday, Mom took me down to Sacramento where we met up with Lina and her mom.  Lina is a new frie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday, Mom took me down to Sacramento where we met up with Lina and her mom.  Lina is a new friend, a pretty rhodesian ridgeback.  She is a little shy and a nice girl to hang out with.  Our moms sat and yacked while I looked at the big green field and wondered why Mom wasn't throwing a ball for me.  There were two boys throwing a ball back and forth.  I thought maybe I could go play with them, but Mom ignored the whole thing.

There were other dogs around, mostly people though and lots of noisy music.  It was a music and dance festival.  Mom didn't seem too interested in that, thank dogness.  Pretty soon, up walked Polar!  COOOOLLL.  I hadn't seen Polar in a long time.  She wagged her poofy little tail and said Hi Rethy!  Then she met Lina and we hung out some more.

Pretty soon, here came Jolanda!  Wow.  It's a party! 

Our humans walked us all around Old Sacramento.  There were LOTS of people there, noisy kids and people dancing in costumes to loud music.  That sort of thing is hard on Mom, but she was with her friends who make it worthwhile.  At one point, we walked up some stairs into a place with narrow aisle and all kinds of costumes.  People were jam-packed in there.  Mom and I went in with Lina and her mom.  The humans looked at each other and said, "uh-uh" and walked back out.  Whew.  I didn't want to be in there.

My favorite part of getting together with our friends is playing somewhere which we didn't get to do.  So when the humans took us to the coffee place, I didn't really want to stay on my mat.  I wanted to creep and look around the corner--I was bored.  Mom told me to get back on my mat which is usually no big deal, but...

Here are some pictures:
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All in all, I had fun.  It's good to see my friends.

This morning, Mom woke up feeling really awful.  She has been blowing her nose all day.  She took me to the park to run, then to the grocery store.  When we got home, she lay down on the couch and went to sleep.  Now she just blows her nose all the time, itches at her eyes and sucks on strong smelling things.  Blecch.

At least I get to go outside and chew on the big knuckle bone Belle got when we left yesterday.  She is such a good sister to share it with me.  I'm one lucky pup.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Long School Day and Mom Left Me!</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Oct 2010 18:16:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today was agility day!  YAY! The only bad thing is Mom has slowed me way down so I won't bark.  I kn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was agility day!  YAY! The only bad thing is Mom has slowed me way down so I won't bark.  I know why we're going so slowly, but sometimes I just can't help letting one out.  That's a mistake.  Then I have to sit and "get a grip" as she says before we can move on.  

I love the back part of the course.  I still like to skip the weave poles, but I don't get away with that.  Once we get through them, I don't even want to bark because I can go full blast without Mom telling me what to do next.  Don't tell her, but I basically ignore her at that point unless she stops me.  That's when she directs me backward over things or takes me through tunnels or over jumps out of sequence.  She just wants to stay in charge.  Whatever.  As long as I'm jumping or tunneling or going over big wooden things, I'm happy.

Today, after the humans put all the agility equipment away, they started talking about pizza.  Pretty soon, Mom is driving away WITHOUT ME!  I love being at school..it's like my second home.  Mom made no big deal about leaving, like it was just a normal thing.  JoAnn was sitting right next to me.  Still, I got nervous because my job is to take care of Mom.  I can't do that if I don't go with her, right?

She wasn't gone long.  When she came back, she brought a big flat box that smelled REALLY good.  The humans ate and before they even finished, people started driving into the driveway for another class. This is new--a basic obedience class on Saturday afternoons.  That's cool.  I love being at school, so all day there will be great.  Mom will probably have a harder time with it because when we get done with agility, she usually comes home and naps.  

Speaking of naps, I'm beat...think I'll go stretch out and rest until dinner.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Missing Blitzen, Breeze not Romping and Mom's Head</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/693460</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 30 Sep 2010 14:58:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We are going to dog class like usual, but some things are &quot;off&quot; this week.  Last week Blitzen came b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are going to dog class like usual, but some things are "off" this week.  Last week Blitzen came back a couple of times.  He is doing better with medication, his hind end isn't so floppy.  But, he can't do demos for classes any more.  Last week, Mom and JoAnn were doing demos with Breeze because she is a newbie and she doesn't have to pretend like she doesn't know something.  Blitzen and I do have to act like we are just learning to make sure people get it.

Breeze had an operation on Friday, so she hasn't been able to do much.  It's about puppy prevention.  I had it done when I was a youngster, too, but can't say I remember it.  I do remember wanting to run and play and not being allowed to.  When Breeze and I are out on the yard in a "settle," watching the class, I tell her, "yep, this sucks.  But you will be able to run and play and jump in your pool, again.  Trust me."  She rolls her eyes and gives that "harumph!" that teenagers do.

Lisa has a beagle named Cammie who sometimes demonstrates, but for some reason, JoAnn has been asking Mom to have me do it.  Last night was recall and "finish" class.  I can tell by which hand Mom has my leash in which way she wants me to finish.  I'm supposed to pretend I don't know.  Blitzen is better at that than I am.  Maybe by next week, Breeze will feel good enough to get back to demonstrating--she is more convincing.

What's worse for me is that without Breeze being able to play, we just go to class and come home--no running.  Mom has been taking me to the park and throwing a ball for me, but it's so hot she doesn't do it long enough.  Yesterday, she iced up my cooling jacket and had me wear that while I chased the ball, but still stopped WAY to soon.  *sigh*

A couple of nights ago, Mom stood up from the refrigerator without backing out of it first and hit her head really hard on the freezer handle.  She is usually careful about the things she blurts out because Kermit is a chatty little parrot who repeats all kinds of things.  Still, Mom let out a really bad word I have heard her say fewer times than I can count on one paw.

For the last couple of days, she has been having headaches that are getting worse.  I go to her chair and stare at her.  She gives me a "paws up" invitation and I climb up to put my head under her chin.  If I could only dial the phone...  Finally, she called and made a dr appt.  Whew!  Now, I can take a nap.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom, the Pit Bull and a Scared Parrot</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/693045</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Sep 2010 11:17:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Classes have started up again and like usual, the first time the dogs come, some are knuckleheads.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Classes have started up again and like usual, the first time the dogs come, some are knuckleheads.  They are coming to training so that's part of it.  We trainers' dogs hang out by the fence and watch.  It can be funny.

People bring their wacky, out-of-control dogs to JoAnn who fits them with a training collar, then hands them over to Lisa or Mom.  One of them gets the dog under control, demonstrates "heel" and "sit", then goes on to the next dog.  Lisa and Mom speak "dog," so it takes only a couple of minutes to get the dogs heeling with them while translating for their humans.  Then they hand the dogs to the humans who start to practice.  This week was different.

JoAnn handed a medium sized black dog over to Lisa and immediately, the dog went into a tantrum--full blown flopping like a fish and trying to bite anything within reach.  Lisa took the dog to the side and let it do what it did until it tired itself out.

The next dog was a pit bull mix, maybe with bulldog or something.  He was huge and strong.  I cringed as JoAnn handed him to Mom.  I don't think Mom was feeling so good about it either, but she didn't show it.  The pit was a knucklehead, too.  

Mom took him with authority, gave him some good positive words and started walking with him.  He did not like that so he bucked and tried to crawl up Mom's back.  I didn't want to look, but I wanted to make sure Mom was okay.  She just kept walking and kept her stern "I'm in charge" voice.  When he showed some manners, she praised him and patted him letting him know he was doing well as she kept walking.  After he settled into a heel, she would stop every once in awhile to teach him sit which involves leaning over his back and tucking his outside leg underneath.  Hoo boy, I couldn't believe she was doing that!  She was being careful to hold his face away from hers, but like I said, he was really big.  I guess she figured that since she had been able to pat his side and praise him, it would be okay.

She also had to teach him "leave it" with other dogs because he really wanted to go after them.  All of this took awhile.  She was out of breath from moving and handling him.  Finally, she handed him over to his owners and told them what to do.  I was relieved and also proud of her.  She did a good job even though he was a tough customer, not anything like me or Belle.  We're mellow go along kind of gals.

On the way home, in dog language I said, "What the heck were you thinking?"  She didn't answer, but I suspect she was thinking the same thing.

On another subject, Mom noticed this morning that Kermit hadn't been eating his food.  Uh-oh.  He's not picky like I am, so it didn't make any sense.  Mom looked around and realized that the back of the swamp cooler is the perfect spot for a cat to sit and fantasize about a fat little parrot for a meal.  I try to keep the cats out of the yard but I'm not there all the time.  A dog can only have so many jobs.  Belle doesn't pay attention to the cats, besides, she's old and would rather lie on her bed than patrol the perimeter of the house.

Mom is looking around to see where she can move Kermit so he has a window but doesn't get stalked by kitties on the prowl.  If I spoke "cat" I would tell them to knock it off and stick with the mice.  After all, mice are outdoors and they don't fly.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Baths and Shopping with Masochists</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 11:41:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Now that Mom can go to JoAnn's shop and give me a bath whenever, rolling in mud is no longer fun.  S ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now that Mom can go to JoAnn's shop and give me a bath whenever, rolling in mud is no longer fun.  Sunday we went to Breeze's house.  Art worked on Mom's car while Mom and JoAnn sat over a puzzle and tried to put pieces together.  Evidently Art and JoAnn enjoy this activity.  Breeze says it is the most boring thing a dog can watch.  I asked if it was more boring than watching humans on computers and she said most definitely.

It was a nice day, so we stayed outside, playing chase and whatnot.  When Breeze gets too rambunctious, I herd her into her pool to roll around.  Yesterday, she decided to herd me into the mud as payback.  I did the usual thing and dropped to the ground, rolled and let her dominate.  Problem is, that led directly to JoAnn's shop and into the bathtub with me.  Breeze only got her paws muddy...one leap into the pool and that was gone.  I had to go through the whole routine.  I'm getting used to it, but I don't have to like it.

Yesterday, Mom took me for a brief ball chase then for a long drive.  When we stopped, there was Zeus' car.  He is starting to really like Mom, maybe because he has been in our house.  Mom gave him some big cuddles.

Then we went on another long drive in Zeus' car to go shopping.  Mom won't go in the big stores by herself, but she is getting so much better at wandering around and not getting all freaked out.

One thing that happens when you are with Zeus is you hear the following things over and over and over again:
What kind of dog is THAT?  --Old English Mastiff
Wow THAT'S a big dog!  *duh*
That's not a dog, it's a HORSE!  *person needs a visit to a ranch*
That's the BIGGEST dog I've ever seen!  *so what?*

Yesterday, someone asked Zeus' mom if he was an "English masochist".  The humans were stunned for a moment, Zeus' Mom said "he's an English Mastiff."  The rest of the day, they busted up every time one of them pointed out that Zeus was a masochist.

We had a lot of fun with Zeus' human brother, Sam and his girlfriend, Annie.  They laugh a lot.  Zeus' human brother dips french fries into chocolate frosty shakes.  Mom tried it.  She prefers ketchup.  

We went to lots of stores looking for a safety belt like mine for Breeze.  We didn't get home until after dark and Belle had to sniff Mom and me all over because she smelled Zeus--the masochist.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Running AGAIN!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/691826</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Sep 2010 20:28:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>ArrrOOOOOOOOO!  I got to run today!  Last night I told Mom I was fine, enough with the boring stuff  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ArrrOOOOOOOOO!  I got to run today!  Last night I told Mom I was fine, enough with the boring stuff already.  She said, well, we'll see.

Since Saturdays are agility days, Mom decided to let me off leash while she and Lisa set up the course.  Breeze stayed in her little yard so I wouldn't run too hard at first.  I followed Mom around, ran a little, sniffed a little.  It felt so good to be off-leash back to normal. JoAnn and Lisa and Mom all watched me walk and run.  I wasn't limping.  Duh!  My leg doesn't hurt.  Mom was just being cautious.

Only a few dogs came for agility today.  We mostly watched.  Mom is teaching me to go through the course without barking so that means really SLOW and on leash.  I don't get to run or get excited.  She also wanted to make sure my leg was okay.  We went slowly through stuff, kept the jumps low and so on.  Then I got paraded in front of the humans to check for limping.  Nope!  I felt great!  I just wanted to cut loose and run the course like usual, but Mom still wants me under control.  I have to prove to her I won't bark before she will let me off-leash for agility again.  The good news is if I'm patient, Mom eventually gives me what I want.  It's just hard for a little dog to be patient.

After most everybody left, Mom paraded me again to check for limping--I got paraded a lot today.  No limp.  Then JoAnn let Breeze go and I got to run with my buddy again!  WAHOOOOO!  We only ran for a couple of minutes and Lisa let Cammy loose, too.  That means running is pretty much over, which is fine.  The humans started putting away agility equipment.  I just trotted along behind Mom as she carried stuff to the shed.  Following Mom is fine with me, better than rough-housing.  Plus, I wanted to let her know that she can let me loose and I won't overdo it.  I'm fine.  Mom is so relieved.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Out and About but no Ball Chase</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/691670</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Sep 2010 21:38:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Every time Mom opens the gate and calls me toward the car, I think, YAY! we're headed to the park!   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Every time Mom opens the gate and calls me toward the car, I think, YAY! we're headed to the park!  This morning we left early, right after breakfast.  Mom drove to the fairgrounds where we go for walks, but no ball chasing.  We got out of the car and guess who was there?  Breeze!  YAY!  Maybe we won't chase, but we'll play right?

JoAnn and Mom walked us around the fairgrounds practicing our obedience lessons.  Mom worked with Breeze some and I had to sit still and watch.  That's hard for me.  We got to do some "all done" happy happy and some regular walking, but no running and playing.  

JoAnn wanted to go to the Foothill Mercantile to get candles.  Going places with Breeze is almost as good as going places with Zeus.  Everybody notices her instead of me because she has such striking good looks.  Women especially get all high-pitched with their "Ooooo!  What a BEEUUTiful puppy!  OH! She's SO cute!"  I tell Breeze they'll keep doing that...you just gotta get used to it or hang out with some dog that gets more attention than you so they'll leave you alone.

After the Mercantile, we all went to Summer Thyme's.  They have a patio under a huge tree so Breeze could hang out while JoAnn and Mom yacked.  Breeze watched me settle onto my mat and got it that we wouldn't be playing here, either.  She stretched out and we both napped.  Humans yack and yack and yack. Breeze just lay there and snoozed like me--like a grown up.  JoAnn says I'm a good mentor.  Hey, it doesn't take much to get a puppy to nap, but I'm not going to tell her that.

After JoAnn and Breeze left, Mom and I headed over to KMart.  Mom got a bag of dirt that smelled really good and a small bag of seed.  Then we went to the grocery store and finally headed home.  Belle asked where the heck we had been and I said, you know, the usual.

Mom opened the bag of seed and sprinkled it into spots around the yard.  I kept bringing her my ball.  I figured she just forgot to take me for ball chasing.  She walked right by like she didn't see it.  Then she got the bag of dirt and started sprinkling that everywhere.  I put the ball directly in front of her foot so maybe she would at least kick it for me, but NO.  She stepped over it.  What do I need to do?  How do I get my mom to throw the ball for me?  She says I still need to rest my leg.  This makes me sad.  Is Mom ever going to play ball with me?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>SO Not Fair</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 10:42:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What's up with this?  Mom hasn't taken me to chase my ball since we came back from visiting my frien ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What's up with this?  Mom hasn't taken me to chase my ball since we came back from visiting my friends Jolanda and Becker.  Every time I get in the car, I think, NOW!  We are going to go NOW!  No such luck.  Instead she takes me to the fairgrounds and we walk around.  WALK!  Can someone please tell Mom I'm made to run, not WALK?

Here's what's worse.  Last night, we went to school.  Breeze, Cammy and Blitzen were all there. At last, I thought.  We made it through the class called "orientation" when there are no dogs.  I had to "settle" and so did Breeze.  We can't get excited about seeing each other until class is over.  I'm used to that.  What I'm not used to is class being over and Mom taking me to the car and bringing me home without letting me play.  Is there a place where a little dog can file a complaint?

Even worse?  Mom has been putting this REALLY cold, crackly thing on my leg.  What's the point of that?  Then she rubs my leg which actually feels good until that crackly cold thing goes back on it.

She says all of this is about my limping.  I don't limp.  She even had JoAnn and Lisa watch me walk and I did that perfectly.  You know who started this don't you?  Jolanda's mom.  Both she and my mom noticed that I was resting my leg after playing with Jolanda.  They called it "limping".  Hey, I have four legs.  You can rest one now and again, right?  They say Jolanda's sister got a very serious injury and had to have surgery after her leg got hurt.  Mom says she doesn't want to risk that.  So who gets the raw end of that deal?  ME!

Like everything else, I just go along with this.  Mom is not mean on purpose.  She is probably being careful with me.  I just want to chase a ball.  Okay?  Puhleeeze!  Pretty Puhleeeze?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Big Trip to the Big City</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/691019</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Sep 2010 21:16:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a fun couple of days I had.  Mom and I took a very long drive and wound up at this motel where  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a fun couple of days I had.  Mom and I took a very long drive and wound up at this motel where we have stayed before.  It smells like the ocean there which means a good time is about to start.

After Mom unloaded our stuff she brought me out to the porch in front of our room and waited.  Guess who drove up?  JOLANDA!  Well, her dad drove, but there she was!  She gives me the "what up?" sniff and acts like it's no big deal, but we are both happy to see each other.  

We rode in their car for a long time with awful noises under the tires.  Mom had me on the floor between her feet so I heard AND felt everything.  Finally, we got to a coffee shop and guess who was there?  Becker!  I met him before, but we are just getting to know each other.  Becker's mom, Mom, Becker and I all went to a park where the humans yacked and ate.  They picked this place just to torment me.  There were ground squirrels EVERYWHERE.  I wanted one.  Well, no, I just wanted to chase one...not sure what I'd do with it if I caught it.

I watched them for awhile, but couldn't resist and took off after one, but forgot I was on a leash.  That wasn't good.  So I decided to lie down and try to ignore them.  Then Becker's mom said, "look out!"  One of those nasty squirrels was stalking me!  What the heck?

After awhile we drove over to where Jolanda was.  We all paraded into a coliseum where there were SO MANY PEOPLE.  Becker, Jolanda and I all scrunched in under our humans seats and lay on our mats while they watched a game.  At one point, Mom held me on her lap and I noticed that this game involved a ball!  It was too far away to chase though and I lost interest.

The next day, we met Jolanda and her humans for breakfast, then went to the Golden Gate Park.  Jolanda's mom noticed that there were some ladies' handbags on a log, there.  She went through them and picked out two.  She doesn't carry handbags, but liked these, especially the one that said "Prada" on it.  Jolanda's dad said it had probably been snatched by somebody.  It was a lot of blah blah blah.

Finally, we got to a place where we could play.  Jolanda and I played with a ball.  Here's a movie.
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Last night, we had gone to Japan Town which is a big mall and buildings around it.  The humans had Japanese food, then walked around the mall.  Jolanda's mom was carrying her "Prada bag."  All the humans said "Prada bag" after just about everything.  Wouldn't you know they would have to take pictures of Jolanda and me acting like Japanese characters, including a Samurai warrior carrying, you guessed it, the Prada bag.  *insert eye rolling here*

It seems like most of what we did was go to cafes.  Our humans like coffee and stuff that has crumbs.  Have I told you pups that Mom and I are matching wits on my floor-surfing problem?  Mostly she wins.  At breakfast this morning, she finally caught me...it was only because she had an almond croissant and almond slivers tend to stick on your nose.  Pups, make a note, do NOT go after almond slivers, you know the ones sliced really thin.

The humans seemed to have lots of fun, but Mom doesn't do well in the city.  After breakfast, she drove to Dolores Park, but couldn't find a place to park.  You'd think that you could "park" at a "park", but NO, she just drove around and around.  Eventually, she found a spot.  We played a little with Jolanda's humans.  Jolanda was resting up from yesterday.  Mom noticed I had a limp.  The humans all agreed I was favoring my back right leg.  Darn it.  You know what that means.  No more running for a few days.

I know Mom wants me to be okay, but when they talked about "leash walks" only for a few days, my heart sank.  Mom has massaged my leg and says she's going to "ice" it before bed.  We'll see what that does.

Anyway, pups, I had great big fun this week-end, saw my first baseball game and got to play with my friend Jolanda a lot.  Now it's ice, rest and back to my regular life.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bath Day and I Graduated!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/690402</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Sep 2010 21:28:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>After my ball chase today, Mom took me to JoAnn's shop.  There were lots of dogs there, so Mom put m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ After my ball chase today, Mom took me to JoAnn's shop.  There were lots of dogs there, so Mom put me in a kennel.  Mom got a cute little dog named Tiffany out of a different kennel, blow dried and combed her out.  I was glad she was the one getting the dryer, not me.  I thought, cool, no bath for me today.  No such luck.  Before I knew it I was whooshed in the tub and getting sprayed down.  Mom REALLY scrubbed me today with a rubber thing that has little fingers on it.  That part kind of felt good.  She told me I was stinky.

Today when Mom dried me, I had to stand on a table and Julie brought over yet another dryer and pointed it under my belly.  SHEESH enough with the dryers already!  Wouldn't you know while I was getting dried, Breeze was just wandering around, loose.  She would look up at me and say, "neener, neener, neener...." as if she doesn't get baths, too.

When Mom put me back in the kennel, I thought I was all done, but NO!  In a few minutes, she pulled me out and put me up on JoAnn's table...foot trimming time.  JoAnn is so picky.  Now you can see each individual toe.  She also thinned my coat under my ears to "give me a neck."  What's wrong with humans, anyway?  Just because they can't see a neck doesn't mean you don't have one.

Tonight we went to school for our advanced class.  It was graduation night.  Honestly, I just wasn't into it.  I'm happy to heel around, heck, I'll do that all day.  Mom had to say things twice a few times.  She doesn't like that.  What can I say, I was spaced out--call it post-bath syndrome.  Then there were a few times when I just wanted to go to Mom, all happy and everything.  That's when someone else was calling their dog and I thought what the heck, I'll go to Mom now, too.  I just wound up getting put back where I was.  I got my graduation certificate, regardless, because even though I did it my way tonight, I know how to do all that stuff.

Also, Blitzen came to school for the first time in a few weeks.  His hind end is really bad.  Lisa got him a ramp to get in and out of her car.  Everybody was so happy to see him.  I followed him around the yard while he played.  He has such a hard time keeping his balance, but he says he doesn't hurt and still wants to chase a ball.  Lisa let him play with a ball but won't throw it for him anymore.  I was happy to see my buddy.

Well, pups, I'm tuckered out. Mom says we're taking another trip in a day or two.  Can't wait to see where we're going!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dog Show and Mom's Birthday</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/689639</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Sep 2010 22:19:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Whooo-weee, what a big day!  Really, Mom and I should both be going to bed, but I told her it would  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whooo-weee, what a big day!  Really, Mom and I should both be going to bed, but I told her it would be okay to stay up to write about our day.

We went to the fairgrounds to a dog show today.  Mom wore her training work shirt, so I knew we would be working.  Sure enough, we were helping with the CGC testing.  Mom was the "crowd"--well, ONE person in the crowd.  I got to be the "friendly" dog.  Some of my other dog pals were there and sometimes Nugget or Ruby played "friendly dog".  Lots of dog took their tests and most of them passed.

It quieted down for awhile and the test lady asked JoAnn if she wanted to practice the test with Breeze.  Breeze hasn't yet finished basic obedience.  She is with JoAnn all the time, though, so she is a really good girl.  JoAnn said what the heck and took Breeze through the whole test.  None of our humans who train with JoAnn could help because Breeze knows everybody, so they called in people around to be a "crowd" and Ruby, who Breeze doesn't really know, played "friendly dog."  Breeze PASSED her CGC!!!!!!  She is only 5 months old.  The humans got all excited about it.  Breeze looked at me and said, these silly humans.  We do what they ask us to do and they act like it's such a big deal.  Sheesh.  I whispered, just go along and they won't figure out we are smarter than they are.  We both snickered.

Mom got away as much as possible to look at the other dogs.  My sister Belle is a cattle dog and I'm a sort of Australian Shepherd, just small.  Mom had to see as much of whatever involved dogs like us as possible.  She took some pictures and video:
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/101848186445942631775/20100904#" style="color: #7a097a; font-size: 14px; font-family: Comic Sans MS;" target="_blank">Dog Show Movies and Pics</a>

For lunch, all the humans working the CGC and the judges and stewards went into a big building where they had a buffet of sandwiches and salads.  The humans loaded up and we all sat down.  Mom caught me floor surfing.  Uh oh.  I'm in BIG trouble. 

When we got back to the CGC area, Mom took little pieces of yummy, yummy smelling food and put it all around my head.  I had to lie there and ignore it.  Uchh!  Then she picked it up before I could sneak any of it.  About the time I forgot about the whole thing, she sprinkled some more stinky food around my head.  It only smells yummy when you can sneak it.  It's stinky if you have to leave it alone.  Trust me on this.

After the CGC testing was over I thought we were going home, but no.  Mom took me over to the ring to watch the herding group, a couple of other groups and best in show.  Like I care.  I snoozed, but every few minutes she had to get up and move because the shade would go away.  She talked to a few people there including a snooty lady and a lady who talked alot about "psycho" dogs--whatever that is.  One nice lady said she has a mini-Aussie, too.  She also said he is the "best dog" she has ever had.  Mom said that about me, then whispered, "don't you dare tell Belle that!"  I wouldn't.  Mom also tells Belle she is "the best dog in the Western world."  Whatever that means.  Neither of us take that stuff personally.

Eventually, Mom stayed put, all the blah blah blah faded and I was fast asleep. Finally, Mom got up and we headed for the car. 

Belle was so happy to see us.  Mom loved her all up and told her how many pretty dogs we saw that looked like her.  

I'm tired.  It's time to go to bed.  I hope you pup pals enjoy the doggy pictures and movie Mom made.  Bark at you later.  Rethy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>That Stinky Place</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/689265</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Sep 2010 10:09:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Life has been going along, just like a little dog does.  Ball chasing, work, school, playing with Br ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Life has been going along, just like a little dog does.  Ball chasing, work, school, playing with Breeze and Cammy.

Barking of that, Mom is getting frustrated with me.  I'm not entirely sure why.  Ever since Cammy (a 13 inch Beagle) started playing with us, the game has changed.  Cammy will run a little, but mostly she and Breeze tussle.  They are both tough customers.  Breeze grabs Cammy's neck with her mouth and pulls.  You can even see Cammy's skin stretch out.  OUCH!  Cammy just takes it.  Then Cammy will jump on top of Breeze and toss her over.  Cammy jumps on her and gives her a hard time as well--biting, even humping to tell Breeze she isn't the boss. 

I don't like this play.  My game is chase--well, herding.  So I jump around them, try to separate them and bark at them.  I bark and bark and bark.  Mostly they ignore me because I'm not a tough gal.  I want Cammy to go away so Breeze will run with me.  Or I want Cammy to run, too, so I can herd them both.  I'm good at that and it's fun!

Mom will come over, say "QUIET!" and put me on my leash.  What did I do?  I'm not sure.  She leads me away and I have to sit with her while Breeze and Cammy play doggy World Wide Wrestling.  If I could only figure out what I'm supposed to do...  Mom does say, "quiet" other times, usually when I'm whining because I want attention or want to do something she doesn't want me to.  Sometimes she says "quiet" when I'm chasing the kitties out of my yard.  I dunno...  Like I said, a little dog just has to go along.

Speaking of that, Mom took me to this really stinky place we used to go to when I was a wee pup.  It didn't smell so bad then, though.  Mom opened up both doors to get some good air in there.  That helped a little.  Mom makes pictures in there.  She works away at something, then puts paper on it and hand cranks it through a thing that puts a picture on the paper.  Then she hangs the picture up to dry.
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPzvblYkMtY" style="color: #2a188f; font-size: 14px; font-family: Helvetica; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Mom Making Art</a>

Peggy, the lady who owns the room where people make art came out to see us.  Mom asked, "Do we have any low odor solvent?"  Peggy showed her a big can of it, but there weren't any spray bottles to put it in.  Mom was having a hard time with the stinky, stinky stuff so when we left for lunch, we didn't go back.

The rest of the day, Mom was woozy and I felt a little woozy too.  I don't want her to go back there.  Like I said, a little dog has to go along.  Mom told me we wouldn't work in there unless we could use the stuff that doesn't stink.  She promised.  I believe her.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Pick and Presents From Pals</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/688731</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 21:13:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>ARRROOOOO!!! I was the diary pick for today.  Thanks dogster.  Woof!

And then, to make it better, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ARRROOOOO!!! I was the diary pick for today.  Thanks dogster.  Woof!

And then, to make it better, some of my pals gave me presents.  Thanks pups!  My pals are the best!

Today, Mom and JoAnn took me and Breeze to the fairgrounds to "practice".  Breeze is in basic obedience training now, so JoAnn wants to take her all kinds of places to practice.  There was an event at the fairgrounds with food and a band and some really old cars.  Breeze had to do what I do and lie under a picnic table while our humans ate without looking for dropped crumbs.  It was confusing though because we were on the ground with grass and hay spread around on it.  You'd think anything in that kind of place would be fair game, but no.  Mom even had to remind me a couple of times.

We walked around the grounds so that Breeze could experience metal bleachers and kids on bicycles and weird equipment on trucks, that sort of stuff.  Breeze is like me, that stuff doesn't faze her.

Then we got to go to Breeze's house (our training school) and run.  She is so funny.  Because the big agility equipment is up all the time during the summer, Breeze has decided to use it during our chase games.  She will run up the small dog walk and stare at me--daring me to come up and get her.  I know she'll just push me off, so I sit and bark at her.

She is also using the A-frame, but she runs at that from the side and lands about 4 feet up, hanging onto the slats with her toes, just daring me to come after her.  I'm no dummy.  She is already bigger than I am, so I know who would be going head over stubby little tail on that one.

Anyway, we wore ourselves out running after each other, so Mom brought me home.  She has been on the computer ever since.  That's just what she does. 

Thanks again pals for the presents!  ARF and ARF ARF  Reethster]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Service Dog Life for Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/688433</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 19:20:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>All along, I've known what my job is--take care of Mom.  That involves going everywhere with her, I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ All along, I've known what my job is--take care of Mom.  That involves going everywhere with her, I mean everywhere.  I can't remember being apart from her, really.  Just now, she had to go to the bathroom and like always, I followed her so I could lie in the hallway and keep my eye on her.  That's just what I do.  

Today, I did something completely new. For a working dog I didn't get much sleep.  Mom drank this stuff that made her get up all night long and go to the bathroom.  Trust me, I wasn't going to follow her after bedtime.  I figured she'd be back.  That was true.  She'd cuddle up to me, both of us would get comfortable and she'd be up again.  Sheesh.  How can you expect a little dog to do her best work if you keep waking her up all night?

Anyway, Mom got up super early and fed us, took her shower, then took me to the park to chase my ball.  No matter how little sleep you get, you can ALWAYS chase a ball.  When we got back, guess who was there?  Zeus!  And his mom of course.

They came in and Belle got to meet Zeus for the first time.  She REALLY likes him.  Belle is an old dog, but one whiff of Zeus and she got downright frisky!

After Zeus watered our tree, Mom and me got in their car and wound up at a medical place.  There was a dinky waiting room FULL of people.  When the four of us came in, we filled up all the open space.  I stood behind Mom like I was supposed to though and waited until she was done signing papers at the counter before I got up.  In the meantime, people in scrubs came from all the different doors around the waiting room and made goo goo noises over Zeus (and me too).  Mostly Zeus.  

After a long time, a lady took Mom and me back to a teeny tiny room where Mom had to take off all her clothes and put them in a plastic bin.  She had to put on little socks with rubber grippers on them.  Then we went out where a lady wrapped a cuff around Mom's arm and stuck a needle into her other arm.  Clearly Mom didn't like that part.  Then we went back to the tiny little room and waited some more.  Finally, that same lady came.  Mom handed her my leash and mat.  I did NOT like this.  My job is to watch over Mom.  The lady led me back out to the waiting room and I followed, but drug my heels the whole way.  Zeus' mom put my mat down and I went to sleep--sort of--the whole time wondering where Mom was.  Auntie Jeanne didn't seem upset or worried, so I figured it was okay.

Finally, we were able to go back in there and whoosh, I was up and right smack dab on Mom's tummy.  She was groggy and woozy, out of it.   Mom was so happy to see me.  I kept saying "wake up" (in my inside voice, I know better than to talk out loud when I'm working).   What a weird place though--hoses and a lack of much good stuff to smell.  It didn't matter, I knew Mom needed me there to help her come back to earth.  

After Mom got her clothes on Zeus' mom brought us home, made a snack for Mom and in no time, Mom had a movie on TV and was snoring.  Help me understand this.  How can you watch TV when you're sleeping?  It doesn't matter.  I was glad she finally got to sleep so I could sleep too.

Auntie Jeanne stayed at our house for a few hours until she knew Mom could take care of things, then she and Zeus took off.  Here are some pictures of today.

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		<title>A Bath and Too Much Bathroom Time</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/688298</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 21:31:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today, Mom took me down to JoAnn's shop to give me a bath.  JoAnn did my feet and nails too.  When w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today, Mom took me down to JoAnn's shop to give me a bath.  JoAnn did my feet and nails too.  When we got there, Breeze was just getting finished up with drying.  Mom brushed me out and whooshed me into the tub.
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/101848186445942631775/20100826#5509917578076542226" style="color: #850985; font-size: 11px; font-family: Arial Black;" target="_blank">Mom Gives Me A Bath</a>

That wasn't TOO bad.

What's not good is that Mom is spending a lot of time in the bathroom.  A LOT.  She says she is having a "procedure" tomorrow.  Whatever it is, she doesn't like what's happening now.  I follow her down the hall every few minutes and watch her to make sure she's okay.  I won't go into details, here, but poor Mom.  It's bed time so I'm hoping we'll get some sleep.

I'll let you pups know what happens tomorrow.  One thing I do know, I had to have a bath to get ready and Mom had to do what she has to do.  Blecch.  I'll take the bath any day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Work and heat</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/688130</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 17:05:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning Mom got up earlier than usual.  It was already getting hot.  She took me over to the pa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning Mom got up earlier than usual.  It was already getting hot.  She took me over to the park and threw the ball but only a few times, just enough for me to get warmed up, then she quit.  There's a fountain at the park, so she took me over to wade in it and drink water.  I wanted to chase the ball more, but Mom said she didn't think that was a good idea.

We got in the car and took a long drive down to Sacramento.  That's where Mom goes to talk with that nice lady whose toes I want to sniff.  I slept through most of the first part of their talk then Mom started crying.  I sat up and stared at her.  She invited me up, I sniffed her breath and determined she just needed a good snuggle.  I kissed her nose, cuddled up to her chest and put my head under her neck.  She loves that.  She smiles and calms down immediately.  I'm trying to teach her to be a better dog.  You dogs know, stuff happens and we move on.  If I could just teach her to do that she wouldn't struggle so much.  Let's just say she's a work in progress.

On the way home, Mom stopped at a coffee shop for a drink in ice and a pastry.  I napped.  We also went to the grocery store.  Every time we got back into the car it was SO hot.  When we got home, Mom said, "let's go swimmin'!" which means I jump into our little doggy pool. She splashes my belly.  That feels SO good.  Maybe later she will throw my ball through the sprinklers so I can get all wet chasing it.  That's even better than getting in the pool.

In a few minutes, we are going to school.  As I told you guys, my buddy Blitzen has a bad back problem.  The vet said he has a whole set of compressed discs in his back, probably caused by a congenital problem that GSDs sometimes get.  They could operate on him, but that is very dangerous, difficult and may not even really help him.  Lisa hasn't been bringing him to classes.  She is going to get him a ramp to get in and out of the car.  He misses us and I miss him.  Even if he can't do a demo, at least we can hang out together.  The humans are talking about teaching him to use a wheelchair--making one for him.  I don't know what that would be like, but one of the humans knows how to do that.

The best thing is that other than being left at home, Blitzen isn't really uncomfortable.  Maybe by next week he will be coming back to watch classes with me.  That would be good.

Okay, pups, off to school. I think I'll take a dip in the fountain at school before I settle in my spot to watch class.  Bark at ya later.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Week-End Update</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/687686</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 23:22:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We had a great week-end here.  The weather was perfect for playing outside.  Yesterday, Mom took me  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had a great week-end here.  The weather was perfect for playing outside.  Yesterday, Mom took me to agility.  We did a couple of runs early, then another couple of runs after most people left.  Still, the weather was so nice, several people, other than Lisa and Mom stuck around.  JoAnn shut the gate and the "little dogs" including me got to run.  

I've told you pals about how much fun we have playing after school, right?  Awhile back, Mom started taking video.  That was even before Breeze was around.  She takes some here and there, including yesterday.  Tonight she put them together and made a movie. 

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/101848186445942631775/20100822#5508460932292394946" style="color: #8f088f; font-size: 14px; font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Playing with My Friends at School</a>

See how much fun we have?

Mom is working on getting all of her stuff into our new house.  She has been going over to her storage unit, loading up our car and driving back.  There is yard-smelling stuff and studio-smelling stuff and some dusty old boxes that smell like people I've never met.  

After we got home this afternoon, Peggy came to see us on her motorcycle.  Peggy takes care of Belle and Kermit when Mom and I go places.  Belle just loves her.  Peggy calls Belle a "love muffin."  Mom and Peggy sat out under the big tree in our yard and yacked.  I kept bringing my ball over and dropping it next to Mom, then next to Peggy.  If they ignored me, I just threw it up in the air for myself and chased it around.  Eventually, one of them would throw it for me.  Sometimes you have to persist with humans.  They can be so self-absorbed.

Well, pals, gotta hit the crate.  See you pups tomorrow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Pick and the Third Wheel</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/687298</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Aug 2010 10:26:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey Pals, I was diary pick yesterday!  Thanks Dogster.  Woof!

Filling you guys in on &quot;Advanced.&quot;  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey Pals, I was diary pick yesterday!  Thanks Dogster.  Woof!

Filling you guys in on "Advanced."  We are all still doing well.  Last night we had to do sit/stays and have our humans spread out all over the place, recalling us one at a time.  JoAnn left me till last.  She wants me to keep my cute little butt on the ground while the other dogs are running past me.  

Speaking of running, the other thing she had our humans do is a running down/stay where they put us into the down and RAN off.  OOHHHHH, was that tempting.  But I held my ground.  So did everydoggie else.

Jennifer and Mom noticed that Nugget and I were "copying off others' papers."  We both looked around to see what the other dogs were doing and did that.  Probably next week, JoAnn is going to make us do different things while other dogs are on stays.   She is like that you know--wants to make us think and follow what our humans say no matter what anypup else is doing.

Lisa brought Cammy, her Beagle, who is in advanced, too.  After class, the trainers' dogs get to play.  Cammie, Breeze and I went off leash to chase.  We ran for a little while.  I barked and herded the two of them together and they wound up in a puppy tussle.  I don't like rough play, biting and jumping on other dogs, that kind of thing, so I stood back.  Cammy is a tough character.  The humans cheered her on for teaching Breeze some doggie manners.  Sometimes I barked to get them running again, but they kept jumping and grabbing at each other, pretty much ignoring me.  I'm just not very tough.  Every once in awhile I could get them to break away and play chase.  Then Lisa took Cammy out of the mix and I decided to be a little more assertive with Breeze, too.  With my bitter apple cologne, I was actually able to roll her over a couple of times.  The humans cheered me on for that.  Mom wants me to be a little less shy. I prefer to play chase, though.

Well, dogs, it's a nice day out.  Looks like Mom is going to take me to the park.  YAY!  Woof at you later.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Back In School and Blitzen Not so Good</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/687205</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 16:05:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Guess what?  I'm back in school.  Mom is actually doing classes with me, again.  They call this one  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Guess what?  I'm back in school.  Mom is actually doing classes with me, again.  They call this one "advanced."  I know how to do all the stuff even though I haven't taken "advanced" before.  

Last week, all of the dogs in our class did really well.  We all had to sit/stay by the fence and wait for a LONG time while our humans went away.  We couldn't even see them.  They did that again with us in a down/stay.  All of us heeled and worked off-leash too.  Nobody was a knucklehead.  We all did what we were supposed to do.

JoAnn said, hmmmm, I'm going to have to get out my books and find some challenging things for you guys.  You're all too good.  And we have four more classes to go!

Tonight is our second class.  I wonder what she'll have cooked up for us.  Breeze will have to watch tonight.  Mom will be working with me like she is supposed to.

One not good thing, Blitzen is having problems with his hind end.  He has been for awhile.  Lisa took him to the doc.  It could be one of several things, one of which is a neurological thing with GSDs and nothing can be done about it.  The other possibility is something that costs $5000 to fix.  Lisa doesn't have the money.  When we were talking about it, Lisa cried a little because it is so hard to know what to do.  She had left Blitzen at home and I was the only demo dog.  I missed my buddy.

On another note, the weather here has been gorgeous.  I am getting used to our new house and the front yard with the big tree.  Belle likes to lie at the base of the tree and watch the house.  I lie on the dog bed on our porch and watch the carport and everything.  Mom has been planting flowers in the flower box by the front door.  She also sprinkled grass seed around so our yard gets better.

Today, we went to storage.  MOm loaded up the back of her car and brought some of the stuff home.  I like that she is happier here.  So is Belle.  Belle's hips don't hurt as much.  She is more relaxed.

Anyway, pals, things are good here.  I'm off to learn about being "advanced."  Bark at you later.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bitter Apple Cologne?</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 23:14:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've told you dogs about my cousin Breeze and how she bites my ears--and legs and butt--whatever she ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've told you dogs about my cousin Breeze and how she bites my ears--and legs and butt--whatever she can get in her mouth.  Mom and JoAnn have both tried to stop it.  They tell me, let her have it, Rethy!  Tell her Rethy!  It's not in my nature to teach a dog manners.  If they don't know, then I roll with it or high tail it out of there.  Mom protects me from really bad dogs.  Breeze isn't bad, she's just a silly, pushy puppy.  Besides I love her.  When she really chomps down, I squeal and she doesn't bite as hard.

Tonight at school, I had to watch the class while Mom trained Breeze.  It's okay if Mom helps with other dogs.  I'm proud of her and like to see her helping people get their dogs under control, heeling and stuff.  But tonight, she worked with Breeze for the WHOLE class. She is out there teaching Breeze stuff and praising her like she does me.  I whined in protest a few times.  Mom ignored me.  Art made me lie down.  Nobody cared that I didn't want to share my mom quite THAT much. Looks like Mom is going to continue training Breeze, so I'll have to get over it.

After everybody left, we got to play chase.  As long as I keep moving and keep Breeze moving, we're fine.  When we stopped Breeze was all over me--biting and stuff.  Lisa said, hey, how about trying some bitter apple?  Bitter apple?  Hmmm  Mom went and got the sprayer. JoAnn gave Breeze a spritz in her mouth to see if it would work.  The humans were pleased when Breeze made that "I just bit into a lemon" face and started spitting.  Mom sprayed the stuff all over me--on my ears and legs and butt.  My coat was all wet and curly with bitter apple.

Breeze and I tore off running again, Breeze jumped on me to grab my ear but she didn't!  Instead she just spit a little.  All the humans started laughing.  I thought it was pretty cool.  She wasn't biting my ears!  I didn't have to tussle with her anymore either.  I got to decide how we would play.  All of a sudden, I was in charge!  HA!  

The humans said I would wear bitter apple cologne whenever I play with Breeze for awhile.  They say eventually she will learn to play nice and stop trying to bite me at all.  I like that.  Bring on the cologne!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Is it Normal Yet?</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Aug 2010 18:09:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom is struggling.  She took me to the park yesterday and today regardless, so that is good.  I got  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is struggling.  She took me to the park yesterday and today regardless, so that is good.  I got to chase my ball.  It makes Mom laugh to watch me.  She likes the way I run.  I aim to please.

She got some things done yesterday, but not much today.  She whacked down the grass in our yard, that's good.  She had not been able to see some of the poops that were hiding in the tall grass. Trust me, Belle and I knew they were there.  Now they are kind of chopped up and all over the place.

Okay, you dogs, advice here.  Mom is kind of frozen.  I'm watching her and lying in my bed.  She took a shower and dressed, so that's good.  She did some laundry, but hasn't hung it out to dry yet.  I know, I shouldn't worry about these things, but I do.  Any suggestions?

Ah ha!  JoAnn just called.  Something about my cousin Breeze not pottying on anything but grass.  JoAnn and Mom cooked up a training situation to meet at the park and walk on the trail so I can show Breeze how to pee on different surfaces.  I hope this doesn't involve my holding it for TOO long. 

Humans think about things dogs wouldn't worry about.  Oh well.  If we get to go for a walk, that will be good for Mom.  If Breeze figures out how to pee on a walking trail, that will be good for JoAnn.  Breeze could probably care less, although I'll have to tell her there is no reason to hold onto it.  If you are outside and your human says "potty", that's a good thing.  There may even be a treat in it for you--especially if you're a puppy.  Anything I can do to get my cousin going.  You know me, always trying to be helpful.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whew!  Home Again</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/686094</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 22:17:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom took me on this big adventure where we got on an airplane, went to a very different place where  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom took me on this big adventure where we got on an airplane, went to a very different place where there were a LOT of dogs!  Man!  I've not seen so many dogs and people mingling around like that.  Mom has taken me to dog shows, but that's different.  Dogs are in crates, pens and stuff.  Not at this place.

We stayed in this great big room with rows of bunks along each wall.  Mom and I had a little one where I barely had room to curl up and sleep behind her knees.  Lots of my friends were in there--Dora, Ollie, Zeus, Iris.  And I made some new friends, too, Odin and Winston.  Winston and I became under the table buddies along with Gypsy, Artemis and sometimes Nikki.  

It was all so confusing to me.  I had to work all the time because Mom was so stressed.  At one point, I just had to get up in her face and paw her because she needed to go rest and she wasn't doing it.  Her head was getting all muddled and speedy.  That's never good.  Finally she listened to me.  By then, I was DONE, SO tired.

Mom and I went to a hotel.  Wow was that nice.  Mom wasn't doing so great so she ordered her dinner to eat in the room and we went to bed early.  We even took a nap the next day.  Mom is so good to me.  She found a park where she could throw my ball and I could run.  Yipppeee!  I had missed that.

Today, we got on an airplane again.  It wasn't all that bad because Mom gives me treats on airplanes.  Anyway, when we got into our car, I breathed a big sigh of relief.  

On the way home, we stopped at school so I could play with my cousin Breeze.  She has gotten bigger!  She can also be pretty rough.  The humans kept telling her to take it easy.  She did as long as they were near us, but if we got too far away, she would bite me again.  I was too tired to run with her, so I just came and lay down by Mom.  The people started arriving for class.  Mom decided to stay for that.

When we got home, Belle was SO happy to see us.  She sniffed me everywhere and sniffed Mom's legs and her luggage.  Kermit started talking before we even got in the door.  "Do you want your dinner?"  Then he whistles and says, "Did you finish your dinner?" and whistles again.  I thought, silly bird, that was fast.  Wait for your dinner before talking about finishing it!

I'm glad to be home.  We get to sleep in our own bed tonight, not some cramped little bunk or big huge bed in a hotel room.  

Also, I have to tell you guys, I hurt my legs on our trip.  Mom says she's taking me to the doggy doctor tomorrow. It's just some scrapes on the pads on my front legs.  They burn a little bit.  Mom will take care of me though and I'll be okay.

Anyway, pals.  I'm home with my sister Belle and my chatty parrot brother.  Time to sleep so I can get my silly back.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So THAT'S What We're Doing</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Aug 2010 21:24:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has been packing and fretting and busy and busy and busy.  Well, today, I found out why.  First, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has been packing and fretting and busy and busy and busy.  Well, today, I found out why.  First, we went to the park for me to chase my ball, then we drove in the car for awhile.  Mom pulled off the freeway and walked me.  She told me to potty and to poop.  I did both even though she hadn't given me breakfast!  Meany!  She made up for it though.  I got lots of treats today.

We parked in this HUGE parking lot and walked to a funny plastic shack where a bus pulled up.  Mom had so much stuff I wasn't sure what to do.  The bus driver helped with bags, Mom stepped onto the bus, looked at me and said "Jump!" like in agility and I did.  

The bus took us to a place where Mom had to haul her luggage cart and a big bag that smelled like me along with her back pack.  I was trying to figure out where to walk because Mom was a walking luggage rack.  She couldn't figure out where to go and kept going back and forth on the tile in the airport with the luggage dolly going clack, clack, clack on the tiles.

We stood in line, got rid of most of the luggage.  WE got to this place where Mom took her shoes off, pulled her computer out of her back pack, fiddled with it forever.  Then she took off my leash and had me sit while she walked through this doorway.  She called me through.

I won't bore you with all the details of flying on the plane.  The only thing that matters is that every time my ears started to hurt, I'd get a treat.  WOW!  Sometimes I got a treat and my ears didn't hurt, so that was cool.

IT was SO crowded in the plane.  Mom wasn't doing so well.  A very large man sitting next to her kept coming over into her part of the seat.  Mom hates that.  I did a couple of paws up to help her get back into her body.  It was hard to get up and down from where I was, but it's my job.

When we got where we were going, we walked FOREVER!  Then, another bus, then a car.  Mom forgot my seat belt so she was nervous all the way to the hotel.  She says she'll get me one tomorrow.  We made it okay.

When we got here, guess who I saw?  DORA!  She wanted to play, I could tell, but our mom's wouldn't let us.  There were other people with dogs here, one that kept pulling on her leash and trying to get to me and her mom wasn't noticing.  Mom finally said something about it.  We both had our working vests on, so it was hard for me to be good.

Anyway, we are in our room at the hotel.  Mom FINALLY fed me.  We've gone on a couple of little walks.  Mom moved some of the furniture around in here.  She said Iris is going to be here pretty soon.  Hmmmm... I wonder if we'll be able to play?

More adventures to come.  I'll keep you dogs posted on what happens!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Get her to STOP!!!!</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 4 Aug 2010 21:36:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OKay my dog pals.  It's time for an intervention here.  Mom has been moving AALLLLLLL DAAAAYYYYYY!   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OKay my dog pals.  It's time for an intervention here.  Mom has been moving AALLLLLLL DAAAAYYYYYY!  I get up and follow her, plop down, just get comfortable, then she goes into another room, fiddles around long enough for me to get comfortable, picks something up, carries it BACK to where we were, fiddles around there. I get comfortable and she's off again.  I'm worried about her.

It seems she is done for the day thank dogness.  There are bags in Mom's office.  She has been putting stuff in them off and on all day.  One of them smells totally like me, so whatever it is, I'm obviously involved.  I can relax about that part.  It's just hard to watch Mom go all day and not really take a break.

Tonight, she'd better sleep.  Looks like tomorrow is going to be a big day for us.  I don't want to have to take care of a basket case, though.  Some things a dog just can't do.  You can tell your human to stop, heck, if you're brave you can even get in their way.  It's still up to them to sit down and take a few deep breaths.

So, tomorrow, whatever happens, I'll be with my mom.  We'll do it and take it on together.  I'll let you dogs know what happens.  Who knows, if Mom can relax, we might even have some fun.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>About this haircut......</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/684721</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Aug 2010 17:04:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Humans do weird stuff.  You dogs have no doubt noticed this.  Today, Mom and I went down to see her  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Humans do weird stuff.  You dogs have no doubt noticed this.  Today, Mom and I went down to see her doc.  He's a nice man, kind of stiff and formal.  They talked about me, blah blah blah and medicine, blah blah blah and a letter for flying...I fell asleep.

On the way home, Mom took me to JoAnn's salon.  Don't get me wrong, I like JoAnn, BUUUUTTTTT.....  She put me in this big tub to give me a bath.  It wasn't like baths Mom gives.  It was a no-nonsense face to tippy toe (and between my toes) BATH.  She covered up my nose and scrubbed my face...that was just the start.  Holy cow!  

When the bath was over, I thought phew, all done, but not so fast!  JoAnn got this hose that was nothing but high wind.  Dogs, I thought she was serious about the washing.  That was nothing compared to the drying!  It seemed to go on forever.  Finally, she lifted me out of the tub.  PHEWW!!

Not so fast, little dog!  Schwoop, I was up on a table.  Hoo boy, toes and nails.  I'm used to that.  It's not my favorite, but I'm cool with it.  Snip snip, hold still Rethy, snip snip, "STAND, good stand" snip snip, "turn around"  snip snip...on and on.  No big.

THEN she went for my butt.  Okay, we've done that one before, snip snip.  She asks Mom, "do you want me to do her ears?"  JoAnn pulled back pieces of my hair and said, "it will look like this."  Mom wasn't quite sure, but she said okay.  Lots of snip snip snip...this time in my ears, around my ears, behind my ears.  She even used this buzzing machine called clippers for part of it.  Then she spritzed me with some froo froo and told me how pretty I am.

WELLLL, I was already pretty!  You can't clip my ears and convince me THAT made me pretty.

Mom keeps looking at me and trying to decide if she likes my haircut.  She says I look like a puppy.  Why do humans do these things?  There are so many better things to do, like throwing a ball.  Only thing I know is that I can feel the wind next to my head.  It's a weird sensation.  Other than that, it makes no difference to me.  Hair cut, no hair cut, bath or no bath, froo froo or no froo froo.  It's time to nap.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Getting Settled and A Rag in the Toilet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/684315</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 21:17:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Belle and I are getting used to our house.  Belle does better here.  She is so much happier.  I like ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Belle and I are getting used to our house.  Belle does better here.  She is so much happier.  I like it that she doesn't hurt as much because then she wants to play more.

You know me, I'm a go anywhere kind of gal.  When I'm working, any old surface will do, no problem.  BUT, warning you dogs, when your house has a long hallway that is all linoleum and bedrooms that are all linoleum, DO NOT, run down the hallway and expect to turn into a doorway.  I tried it and my feet went out from under me.  I whooshed into the door jamb.  What was worse, I couldn't really get a grip to stand up. So I jumped up on Mom's bed.  That was wrong, because Mom's bed is by invitation only.  It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Mom doesn't let me be a 'fraidy dog, so wouldn't you know she put me on the floor.  I started to run again and my feet wouldn't stay under me.  Mom put strips of rug down the hallway so I can "get a grip."  Still, I don't trust the hallway and am really careful when I go into Mom's room.  Maybe I'll get used to it.  The kitchen floor is okay, but I don't run in there.

You dogs are going to love this one.  JoAnn and Art came over this evening and brought Mom a cabinet for her office.  Mom and JoAnn washed it off with rags while Breeze and Belle and I played.  Belle likes Breeze, too.  She can't run like we do, so she would just block us as we ran by, roll us over or bark.

After JoAnn and Art left, Mom took the bucket of dirty water and dumped it into the toilet.  SCHWOOP!  Down went one of the rags.  Mom turned white and started fretting. Later, a VERY TALL man came to the house.  He had to duck to get in the door!  No kidding!

He cranked a long pole in the toilet, flushed it, did that again and again, then got a grim look.  He kept going in and out of the house with different interesting smelling stuff.  Eventually, he took the toilet off the floor completely!  He said to Mom, "This is serious" and something about $400.  You should have seen Mom's face.  It didn't cost that much.  The really tall man got the rag out of the sewer line...more interesting smells.  Mom was relieved when she wrote him a check and watched him drive away.

Our neighbor Julie came over.  Her cats were with her.  OH I WANT ONE OF THOSE CATS!  Mom took my collar and brought me outside the fence so I could meet the kitties.  They look different when there isn't a fence between you and you're face-to-face.  One of them walked right up to me and we touched noses.  Boring.  I would prefer to chase her.

Anyway dogs, I need to get to bed.  Tomorrow?  AGILITY!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Silly Pup!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/683871</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 22:43:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Now that Breeze has come into the picture, I have yet another job, well sort of.  Mom took me over t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now that Breeze has come into the picture, I have yet another job, well sort of.  Mom took me over to JoAnn and Art's house (school) tonight for a "play date."  RIGHT!!  Sound like fun?

I'm a dog, I take the good with the bad.  Breeze is a fun girl.  She can almost keep up with me running and has the same kinds of moves--herding stuff.  I'm teaching her to herd.  We practice with each other.

She can be a brat, though.  Tonight, she started biting at my ears.  I screamed at her, growled and walked away.  That's the way you teach a puppy to get a grip.  I ignored her until she said she was sorry.  Then we were back to herding practice.  I got to even do my herding bark--it's a high-pitched "hurry, hurry" voice.  Mom and JoAnn laughed at me.  Hmmmph!  They don't know how important talking is when you herd.

Breeze has a very silly habit.  She will be running full out, take a turn and dive right into her little pool.  KERPLUNK!  She likes the water so much that she lies down and rests her head on her paws--UNDER THE WATER.  What a weirdo.

I used that though. I run faster than she does. During herding practice, when she started getting frustrated and wanted to nip at me, I ran right to the edge of her pool and every time she did what I told her to and jumped right in.  It's a diversion tactic.  Mom and JoAnn noticed what I was doing and thought it was pretty darned smart.  Wellllllll....we're dealing with a puppy here AND one of my peeps.  I know how we think.

One other time, Breeze was getting too rough with me, so I had to tell her to back off.  JoAnn and Mom both told me I was a good girl.  I usually don't talk back to other dogs, but this pup needs to get a few things straight.  Later, when we were both a little tired, I stood there and told her a few things.  Mom and JoAnn watched us.  JoAnn said, "Watch how they are communicating with each other."  Eavesdropping. I guess it's okay when humans listen to us lay down the law with each other, after all they do the same thing with us.  I'm just helping them out by reinforcing the rules.

Other than that, Belle and I are getting used to our new house.  There are still boxes around, but fewer each day.  I actually got to sleep on Mom's bed last night.  I'm glad she finally got it made up and stopped sleeping on the couch.  That's not good for her.  Belle is pushing me away from the computer.  She said it's her turn to write in a diary.  OK.  I'm tired anyway.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Big Trip</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/683510</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 22:37:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Holy Cow, you dogs, my life is weird right now.  First, Mom took everything except the couch and put ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Holy Cow, you dogs, my life is weird right now.  First, Mom took everything except the couch and put it into boxes.  Then, these big guys came and put all that stuff into a truck, brought it to another house, brought all the stuff in, including the couch and then drove off.

JoAnn came, too.  She brought her truck.  She and Mom loaded up a bunch of stuff and brought it over here.  JoAnn worked REALLY hard, kind of pushed Mom so she could at least get the kitchen all set up.

The next day, Mom had all these errands to run, then we had training class.  First thing the next morning, we go down to school (where JoAnn and Art live), climb into JoAnn's car and head out.  We were in the car FOREVER!  ON and ON and ON.  Sheesh.

We finally got to this place Mom said my grandma used to live.  Her human breeds dogs like me, including ME.  I've never lived there, so it was all new.  Mom and I stood by the car while JoAnn knocked at the door.  A 4 month old pup bounced out, sat at JoAnn's feet and looked directly up into her face.  I thought, oh boy, that dog sure knows how to work it!  She did for sure.  Wouldn't you know, when we left, that pup was with us.

While we were at Karen's house, she kept looking at me.  She said, "Rethy smiles like Savannah used to."  Karen was kind of sad when she said that.  My grandma was some really fine dog who Karen said won 778 best in show over the course of her lifetime.  Whatever that means, the humans were impressed.  Karen doted over me and that felt great.

JoAnn drove Mom, the pup and me to a little town called Solvang where we checked into a motel.  JoAnn started teaching her how to walk and focus.  She already knows what "potty" means.  She does it a lot.  We went on a walk together, ate dinner, romped a bit and went to bed.

The next day, JoAnn and Mom took me and Breeze (her name is Timeless Summer Breeze) to the beach.  Breeze is a water dog.  I'm not.  I've only been to the beach a couple of times.  I find the waves annoying and the sand slipping out from under my paws is unsettling.  I'm a go along kind of gal and what can a dog do when you're on a leash--not chase a ball, that's for sure.

We rode in the car again, for EVER it seemed.  It was almost dark when we got back to school.  Art met us, along with their other dogs.  Breeze and I ran and ran and ran while Michael and Kaylee chased and sniffed at her when they could catch her.

We went home to our house that is full of boxes.  Mom slept on the couch and first thing the next morning, we're off to agility!  I was almost too tired to run the course, but I did anyway--and with lots of enthusiasm.  The funnest part was that I got to teach Breeze how to go through tunnels.  She loved it.  JoAnn taught her the plank and dog walk--mostly we just chased each other through the tunnels.

Mom just said she's tired and it's time to go to bed.  Too bad I need her help to put pictures and movies on my page.  Maybe I can talk her into doing it some time tomorrow...then, it would also be good to get some of these boxes out of here.  She has to do that too.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Working Overtime</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/682410</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 22:08:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I told Mom to stop and write in my diary for me.  It would have been better if she had stopped BEFOR ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I told Mom to stop and write in my diary for me.  It would have been better if she had stopped BEFORE the bath, but whatever.

Things are a mess here. Let me back up a couple of days.  We are evidently doing something called moving.  Mom started bringing in boxes, taking me over to this place that didn't have any stuff in it except for LOTS of smells...smells Mom didn't like.

One day, boxes all around and everything all messy, Mom grabbed a folding chair and a cooler and we went to the fairgrounds where usually we just go walk.   Mom had a wet bandana on my neck.  I wore my mesh vest.  When we got to the gate, a guy wearing earphones and a microphone said he needed to see my "documents."  Mom said no he didn't and that it was against the law to ask.  They went back and forth like that for awhile and finally Mom said, she is wearing her service dog license.  If you can see it from there, that should be good enough, BUT, it's illegal for you to ask for it.  Mom pulled up the bandana to show him my tag.  By then he was embarrassed and said, "okay."

There were a bazillion people there...chairs everywhere, sun shades with people selling stuff, kids running around.   It was SO hot. We went into a big hall with lots of chairs.  This was the first time I've watched people play instruments, sing and stuff. I've heard all that, but not from live people.  Some of the high notes made me uneasy.  Mostly, I just curled up under Mom's chair and hung out.

Then we went outside and Mom set up her chair.  Her friend Peggy came, but I couldn't play with her because I was working.  We were there for a long time.  Mom took me to potty, gave me lots of cold water and threw water on my belly.  That felt good.

After awhile, I could tell Mom wasn't doing so great.  I got up and pushed myself between her knees to tell her.  She said, "settle Rethy."  I lay down, then got up again because she needed to get out of there.  This time, she let me into her lap.  I sniffed her breath and pawed her face.  She put me back down.  You know, you can only tell a human so many times.  Sometimes they are so thick-headed.  I tried really hard to tell her.  Mom and I struggled because I didn't WANT to "settle".  I wanted her to get out of there.  By the time we left, Mom realized she wasn't doing so well.  She had started to get speedy-minded and wouldn't you know, she couldn't sleep that night.  I tried to tell her.  And, if that wasn't enough, she kept ME awake, tossing and turning, fiddling with her computer, turning the tv on, then off.  Sheesh.

We got hardly any sleep and still got up early to go to agility.  Mom told JoAnn what happened and about my climbing in her lap, trying to get her to go home.  JoAnn scolded Mom and said, "that's what you have her for.  You don't want to train her out of it."  Duh.  I love it when JoAnn tells Mom what I'm thinking in a way Mom gets it.

We did agility, it was hot.  Mom went over to the new place, put on a mask that covered most of her face and cleaned.  It was SO hot there. Finally we came home and napped.

She keeps putting stuff in boxes, going over to the new place to clean some more.  I'm telling you dogs, she is doing too much.

Finally, this afternoon in KMart, she got dizzy.  She had kept leaning over and patting me.  Eventually, she just got down on her knee and let me hop up to help her.  What a mess.  I did what I could, but she needs to rest.

Tonight, we're in our house with stuff everywhere, including boxes and she decides I need a bath?  Holy cow!  I hope she stops with all of this soon.  There is only so much a little dog can do, bathed or not.  A human needs to have some common sense.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shoes and Traffic and Busses, Oh MY!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/681789</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 22:17:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a full day of adventure for me!

Mom took me on the long drive that ends up in that nice lady ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a full day of adventure for me!

Mom took me on the long drive that ends up in that nice lady's office where Mom talks about everything that's going on.  I just lie there and snooze unless something happens and Mom needs me.  She didn't today.  I really wanted the nice lady to pet me, though.  She was wearing sandals, so when she and Mom hugged good bye, I got to sniff her toes.  :)  Sneaky me.

After we left, Mom moved the car into a shaded parking garage, then got into the back seat with me to put on my shoes.  I dreaded it and did a little teenager eye-rolling.  Within a couple of minutes I was trotting down the street in my shoes.  One of the back ones felt loose, so when Mom wasn't looking, I'd shake my foot a little bit.  We got down the street a ways and some ladies started talking about my shoes.  One of them said, "look she's missing one."  Ha!  I almost got away with it.

We walked back the way we came.  Mom found my shoe right at the edge of parking garage--I got it off pretty fast, huh?  Anyway, shoe back on, we walked a few blocks.  We were in Sacramento where the asphalt is really hot.  I could feel it through the shoes and said to myself, OH! This is why she puts these stupid things on me.  Of course, all the humans we passed or were walking near Mom had to comment on my shoes.  One lady said, what a great idea!  More people should do that.  Sorry dogs.  If you have to start wearing shoes, it wasn't my fault, really.

We stood for awhile with other people while traffic whizzed by, including an ambulance, siren blaring, going in one direction, then another one making a corner next to us.  Eventually a bus pulled up and made this big hissing noise.  Several people were waiting with us.  We got in.  Mom doesn't ride buses, so she was clumsy with the money and fumbled trying to put a dollar bill in the coin slot.  Silly.  Then we walked back to sit down.  I wanted to be in the aisle, but Mom kept putting me back in front of her seat.  Then she put her foot between my space and the aisle.  I wanted to see the people!  So I pushed myself under the seat in front of us just enough so I could see the people on the bus.  I wasn't going to let her big fat foot ruin my fun.

We rode for awhile.  Buses make funny noises.  They stop and lurch.  It's a weird sensation.  I have ridden them before, but I forget how odd it is.  Here I am, a little black dog wearing shoes and peaking under the seat of a lurching bus.  Did my ancestor dogs see this coming?

After we got off the bus, Mom walked me right next to some metal rails that ran down the street and had me sit down.  We watched as a train went by with screechy, rumbly noises.  Trains are BIG!  I thought the bus was big, but wow!  Mom looked down at me like I was supposed to be doing something.  I looked up at her and said, What?  You want me to do something about that train?  She smiled at me, reached over and patted me and said, "what a good girl!"  Well, whatever it was she wanted me to do about the train, I must have done it right.

Then we waited for awhile on the sidewalk with traffic passing.  Mom talked to a nice man named Dennis.  Finally, another bus pulled up.  Mom was a little less awkward with her money this time.  Evidently, she has about as much experience with buses as I do.  

When we got back to the car, Mom took off my shoes and vest.  She put her face into my face and we did our growling dance.  That's when Mom is so proud of me she growls into my face and shoulders to celebrate and I growl back.  It's funny.  She's almost a dog.  At least she tries.  I guess if she can play dog with me, I can play human with her--wear shoes and ride buses.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hot Days and Bad Grooming</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/681388</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 11:04:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It has been so dawg gone hot here.  At least for playing.  Yesterday, Mom stayed home the entire day ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It has been so dawg gone hot here.  At least for playing.  Yesterday, Mom stayed home the entire day.  She had a piece of paper with stuff written on it.  She went into the bedroom and pulled everything out of one side of the closet, put it all in boxes, then came out and crossed some writing off the paper.  

She got a bucket and a rag and started on the bird cage.  Oooo, Belle and I love it when she takes the wire barrier away to clean Kermit's cage.  There are so many yummy things, little stuff, but still worth sniffing out.  She wouldn't let us in there though.  She got out that noisy machine that sucks up everything worth nibbling off the floor.  Belle and I looked at each other and went to lie down.  Darn it, no nibbles for us.  Then Mom put a line through something else on the paper.

Then of all things, she pulled the rug out of the living room, threw it down into the yard, hung it over the fence and sprayed it with the hose!  What?  She is watering the rug?  Dogs don't interfere with those things.  If she wants to water the rug, who are we to stop her?  Then, another line through writing on the paper.

In the meantime, all day long, there was banging going on under our feet.  Belle and I couldn't figure it out.  Everything would be quiet for awhile then, bang! bang! bang!  Mom said it was the landlord hammering into his garage wall.  Belle and I are accustomed to the motor that moves the garage door up and down and to the big engine starting up below our feet, but the banging?  Hammer, schmammer, he is interrupting some perfectly good naps.

Finally, right before it got dark, Mom put my leash on me and said, "let's go, Reeth."  Yippee!  The park!  I thought she had forgotten, but no.  Thank dogness I got to chase my ball.

Mom hadn't taken a shower all day.  She smelled fine to me, like herself, just more of it.  I guess she didn't like that so much.  Before her shower, she stood in front of the mirror and pulled the top of her hair up, made a face, then pulled it up again.  She had gone to her groomer last week.  Evidently, she was not pleased with the results.  There were little clumps of hair sticking up here and there.  JoAnn would never do that to me!  I heard Mom on the phone this morning, telling her groomer she needed her trim "fixed."  Good.  I don't care, really.  She seems to be the one who wants my feet dainty, my butt feathers trimmed and her hair even across the top of her head.  Whatever.  Can we go to the park now?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chihuahua Attack and Fun Saturday</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/681152</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 19:57:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday was not so great for Mom.  We went to the park like always.  Our favorite shady spot was t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was not so great for Mom.  We went to the park like always.  Our favorite shady spot was taken with people and some dogs, so we walked on into the park.  All of a sudden, I had a chihuahua at my heels and 2 more of them were rushing toward Mom from the front.  She tried blocking them with her feet but they circled around both of us, trying to get to me.  I was trying to get between Mom's feet which probably made this worse.  In the meantime, the chihuahua's long ropey leashes got all wound up around Mom's ankles.  I tried to step out of the way, but they were getting caught in my legs too.

Mom reached down and started pulling at the ropes to get the dogs off us and one of them went for a little test flight.  Not having wings, she didn't go too far.  The girl who was with them started barking at Mom--the kind of bark like a dog who has been locked up in a yard too long.  Mom just stood there and let the silly woman bark.  Mom can get upset in situations where she needs me, but when it comes to dogs being ill-mannered, she is good at staying calm.  After the girl stopped barking, we walked away.

Mom took me over to the fairgrounds to walk instead. Even though it was really hot, there were horses taking turns loping around an arena with people doing acrobatic stuff on their backs.  Wow.

Last night, Mom started to put things in boxes--books mostly.  She stacked them 4 boxes high, then took apart the book shelves.  Hmmmm.  There are more boxes out on the front deck.  She says we are "moving."  Well, okay, as long as she takes my bones and my ball, I'm cool with that.

You know what Saturday means-AGILITY!  YAY!  Mom helps set up, then takes me through the course a couple of times before people get there.  Maggie's mom got there early today and she watched me go through the last part of the course.  Why do people always laugh at me when I do agility?  I guess when they come to regular training classes and just see me lying there being quiet or demonstrating something, they don't expect me to be a party animal.  Silly humans.

Once people arrive, I have to wait until after all the other dogs come and go through the course about a gillion times before I get to go again.  It's worse when Mom helps somebody new learn the course.  Today it was Maggie.  Grrrr.  When they get to my favorite spots--the dog walks and A-frames--I have to give Mom a one little bark to remind her she is supposed to be taking ME through, not some other dumb dog.  It doesn't do any good.  My friends Rob and Lovey arrived finally and I had some cool dogs to hang out with.  They are the brother and sister regular-sized Aussies.  Mom calls them my "peeps".  She likes me to hang out with one of them while they take turns going through the course.

After almost everybody left, I barked Mom through the course a few more times. Mom gives me my tug at the end and I growl like some junkyard bad boy.  Everybody knows me as a sweet, cuddly girl.  My "I'm going to kill this tug" voice must surprise them.  What do they do?  They laugh!  Hmmmph!

When everybody finally left, Lisa let her beagle, Cammie off leash.  Cammie is one of my new bffs.  She is a 13" beagle which gives me a big advantage for playing chase.  She doesn't turn very fast either, so today, I just ran laps around the chairs and table where JoAnn, Lisa, Mom and other people sit. Cammie tried to catch me.  I would pass by Mom and she'd say "varroooom!"  Ha ha.  There was one slippery spot where my feet went out from under me every lap and I slid for a few inches on my nose.  Hey, if you can't make people laugh, where's the fun?

Blitzen was being silly, too.  He threw and chased a ball for himself, then he would run and jump into the swimming pool and hog up the whole thing.  Mom took a picture of that. It's on my page.

Like we do on Saturdays, Mom and I went to lunch after agility, then came home.  Belle was happy to see us.  Mom lay down on the couch and started honking like she does at night.  I didn't hear it for very long because I fell asleep, too.  Now, it's cool outside and we are watching the sprinkler give the grass a drink.  I need to get back to my bone.  See you dogs later.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Butt Bath Problem Solved?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/680775</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Jul 2010 21:57:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Have I told you dogs how frequently I have to get my butt washed?  You get accustomed to these thing ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have I told you dogs how frequently I have to get my butt washed?  You get accustomed to these things.  When your human says, "PHOOOOEEYYY, Rethy, you stink" or "Rethy, you got a chunk in your feathers" the next thing that's going to happen is a hose or a shower head or something will be squirting water on your butt.

If this is TMI for you all, don't read any further, it's not getting better.

Mom has done different stuff, like giving me yogurt just to see if maybe something inside my gut needed a little help, but no, that wasn't it.

Today, she took me down to JoAnn's shop to get my nails trimmed.  Mom loves the way I look when all the extra hair around my toes is trimmed off and my hocks are trimmed.  She says I look "pretty" and "dainty".  Pssshaaawww!  If you know me, nothing about me is dainty.  Trimming my raggedy feet isn't going to make me dainty.

After JoAnn was done with my feet, she started combing through the feathers on my butt.  Guess what she was looking for?  It took her awhile, but she found it.  If I weren't a little black dog, I would be totally blushing.  JoAnn said, "here, hold this" to Mom.  I felt a little air in a place I usually don't feel air--sprayed water, yes, but not air.  Then JoAnn started clipping away, using what she called "thinning shears".  Whatever.  I was glad when Mom put my tail feathers down and I got to turn around.

This evening, we went to training school. (JoAnn is also the trainer.)  The dogs came, had class and left.  Then, like always, all of us trainers' dogs get to run around and play.  Mom said to JoAnn, "look, you can actually see her wagging her tail now."  I'm thinking, my butt, again?  You humans are weird.

What the heck, I'll show them how well the trim works.  I got just a few feet away from Mom and JoAnn, enough to be polite and close enough so they could see, turned my butt toward them and took a poop.  JoAnn looked at Mom and said, "It looks like I got exactly the right ones out of there."  She seemed really pleased with herself.

All I can say is I hope these silly humans are satisfied.  Enough with my butt already!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gardening and a Sore Snout</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/680162</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 3 Jul 2010 20:41:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's summer, gardening season.  Mom calls it landscaping when I do it. I started working on it yeste ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's summer, gardening season.  Mom calls it landscaping when I do it. I started working on it yesterday.  This evening, I went out to get back to work and found that everything was completely filled in.  Whaaaa???  

It's a good thing I'm a working dog.  Undaunted, I got right back in the same spot and started excavating, then BLECCHH!  I ran into some of my own poop.  ICK, YUCK and double BLECCH!  Where did Mom get the idea to do that?  Did she think poop would grow? Why grow it? Belle and I are always making more.  I said to myself, "Rethy, your work here is done."  Then I headed over to a nice cool spot and started to work again.

Just now, Mom came out to the yard with me to pick up poop and water the grass.  She discovered my new gardens.  Wouldn't you know she picked up the poo in the yard and planted that, too?  What the heck is she thinking?

Earlier today, we went to agility.  Mom was grumpy and tired because she had to get up too early.  Her body is hurting too.  She limps a lot these days.  She's a good sport though.  After she helped set up the course, she ran me through a couple of times.  I bark at her, "hurry up!  hurry up! hurry up!"  She just points at stuff and barks at me to go there.

The little doggie pool was out today.  After my second run, Mom held onto my tug and pointed at the pool.  I ran at that like it was a tunnel/jump combination and hit it with a belly flop!  Everybody laughed at me.

The other dogs arrived and did their runs while I lay on the grass with Cammie.  LIsa had Blitzen in a pen because he's not feeling well.  Poor guy.  Something is wrong with his back.  He's taking steroids to make it better, but that just makes him grumpy.

We all watched like we do, waiting until the other dogs leave so we can play on the course.  There were still some people and dogs around, but none on the course, so Mom took me again.  I get so excited I jump off the edge of the plank and skip the last rung of the ladder and run around the jumps.  Mom makes me go back and do it again until I get it right.  SHEESH!  I just want to get to the more fun stuff--that last part where she doesn't have to tell me any more, I just go--dog walk, tunnel, a-frame, tire, tunnel, a-frame, table.  Before I get to that part, though, they always set things in different places, so I HAVE to listen to Mom.

After having to redo the ladder about 5 times and finally getting it right, I zipped off while barking at Mom for holding me up and WHOMP!  I ran right into the hard plastic side of the chute.  OOOWWWWW!  I saw stars and got dizzy for a few seconds.  Did that stop me?  NO!  I shook my head, Mom said "chute" and I was back into the course as if nothing happened.

I'll be honest.  I've had a wee headache.  And I took a long nap.  But once it cooled down, I was ready to get back to my gardening.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wow This Week Went FAST!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/680018</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Jul 2010 19:08:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was going to write more about camping, but the week went so fast, it all slipped my mind.  Other d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was going to write more about camping, but the week went so fast, it all slipped my mind.  Other diary-worthy stuff has happened.

We have a whole new crop of dogs in basic obedience class.  Mom and Lisa help the owners with the basics of heeling in the first class.  I saw Mom starting to help a couple with a border collie and thought, uh oh, look out!  Mom picked it up right away.  That border collie was ready to snap, and Mom was wearing shorts.  What the heck was she thinking? I was worried, but thankfully she has learned to read dogs pretty well.  JoAnn helped those people with that one.  She protects Mom and Lisa (and herself) when a dangerous dog comes to class.  I'm glad about that.  JoAnn thinks that the man can get a handle on the dog.  We'll see.

Chloe, the lab wannabe service dog, is in this new class.  She is a handful.  Her mom isn't doing so well with her.  Chloe is all wound up and just needs to run really hard.  JoAnn had Mom double leash Chloe to help.  That's where you put another leash on the dog to guide it until the owner gets control.  It worked!  By the end of class, Chloe was doing much better.  I hope her mom can keep it up.  We'll see next week.

Big changes are a-paw.  Mom decided we are going to move.  We went to the new place today. It needed a good sniffing.  The people who lived there must have had piles of dirty laundry different places.  Mom said she has to get rid of their smells before we move in.  She went around and measured all the rooms and drew the floor plan in her sketch book.  Humans could do so much better if they just used their noses.

Belle AND Mom will be SO happy because there are no stairs at the new place.  Mom can also have a washer and dryer. Me? I'm always happy.  I'm happy here.  I'll be happy there.  Julie who works in JoAnn's grooming shop lives in the other side of the house.  I like her because she speaks "dog" fluently.  She has a dog named Zeus who is smaller than me.  When I think of Zeus, I think of my big 220 lb buddy who goes to coffee with us.  I guess different dogs can have the same name.

Today, Mom went to get some special pictures taken.  She had to take her shirt off and have her breasts put into a squishing machine.  I lay on my mat and watched the lady adjust Mom into place.  She stepped behind a plastic thing, said don't move and then there was a click and a weird whine.  I looked around, but nothing was happening so I figured everything was okay.  Mom was happy to get out of there.  Me too, but only because she was so uncomfortable.

It's Friday evening so you know what that means.  Tomorrow is AGILITY!  Man, I'm a lucky dog.  All you dogs who are reading this are lucky dogs too for all kinds of reasons.  One reason is you have good jobs.  Good jobs are hard to come by these days.  Aren't you glad you have one?  I am.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Camping, Part 1</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/679560</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 23:14:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It seems we have been away from home a long time. I'm one tuckered pup.  The last few days, we have  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It seems we have been away from home a long time. I'm one tuckered pup.  The last few days, we have been in a forest, sleeping in a nylon den and lying in the dirt.  Well, not all the time.  Mom had a mat for me to lie on.  My friends Jolanda, Josephine and Polar were there.  All of us got totally dirty.

The humans did what they usually do, they sat around and yacked.  They sat on chairs and stuff, but I noticed they got dirty, too.  There were tiny pine cones everywhere.  When we first got there, we were surrounded by tents.  I also followed Mom around like I usually do where ever we are.  By yesterday, the campground was clearing out and guess who was moving in.... CHIPMUNKS!!!!

I'm not going to make excuses.  You have to understand some of what my day was like before I say any more about the chipmunks.

Jolanda, Josephine, Polar and I went with our humans to a little lake.  For whatever reason, Jolanda and Jojo's family loves the water--all four of them swam and swam.  I have been to a shallow irrigation ditch, going after a ball, but at least I could keep one foot on the ground.  Mom had an idea I didn't like.  
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/101848186445942631775/20100629#5488421272683481938" style="color: #820a82; font-size: 14px; font-family: Comic Sans MS;" target="_blank">Mom's Stupid Idea</a>

You know what?  She actually understood what I was saying.  It translates to "are you kidding?  I wanna chase a ball!"

Okay, pals, if you aren't used to swimming and chasing rubber balls in the water, watch this.  Mom says I'm a smart dog, so I was embarrassed that I couldn't figure out what was going wrong.
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/101848186445942631775/20100629#5488423758522052658" style="color: #c43d8e; font-size: 14px; font-family: Comic Sans MS;" target="_blank">What's Wrong With My Technique?</a>

There is a lot more to this story. I'm too tired to tell it now.  Here are some pictures Mom took.  I'll tell you all more tomorrow.  Mom will share some more movies.
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/101848186445942631775/2010629camppics#" style="color: #231ed1; font-size: 11px; font-family: Comic Sans MS;" target="_blank">Photos from Camping</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Does Mom LOOK Blind to YOU?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/678930</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 18:46:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today was blind day, I think.  Not the whole day, but a lot of it.

After my ball chase, Mom took  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was blind day, I think.  Not the whole day, but a lot of it.

After my ball chase, Mom took me around to some different thrift stores trying to find a griddle for pancakes and just maybe an old metal percolator for what she calls "camp coffee."  

At the second thrift store, there was a paper sign that said "No Pets Allowed, Only Guide Dogs for the Blind"  Mom looked at me and asked if I was up to leading her around the store and looking for a skillet,  Ha ha ha.  She decided she would talk with them about different service dogs and leave one of my brochures. 

When we were walking toward the back of the store, a little black dog (no leash) came rushing toward us.  Mom put her foot out to block him.  He was persistent.  There was an older lady right behind him.  Mom asked her to please get her dog.  Meanwhile, Mom had to keep blocking him with her foot.  He might not have attacked me, but I'm glad Mom didn't risk it.  She said something about seeing the sign and not expecting there to be pets in the store.  The lady got all defensive.  Mom told her that I'm a service dog and can't socialize so would she please get her dog.  The lady grabbed him by his collar and hauled him on two feet toward the front of the store.  Poor little guy. Doesn't his human know about leashes?

Mom found a skillet and went toward the front of the store where two ladies were obviously talking about this.  Mom handed them one of my brochures and said the sign on the front window was out of date, that there are different kinds of service dogs.  The black dog lady was still defensive, pointed to his crate and said she was just taking him out for a walk, blah, blah, blah.  Whatever.

We went to the laundromat and mom got the washers going.  Then we headed over to Pete's for coffee.  An elderly couple got very interested in me.  The man leaned over and wanted to pet me.  He asked Mom, "oh she's a guide dog then?"   NO!  Sheesh.  You know, our humans can be silly sometimes, but some of the humans we meet other places need a dime or two so maybe they could buy a clue...I'm just sayin'

We did the normal Friday stuff, laundry then grocery store.  It was REALLY busy there.  Mom had a long list with stuff she doesn't usually buy so we must have gone back and forth across the store 3 or 4 times.  

Mom is turning into a squirrel.  She is gathering stuff up in bags and piles for what she calls "camping", whatever that is.  I guess I'll find out, but not until Sunday...I'll let you know how that goes.  Meanwhile, tomorrow is Saturday.  AGILITY!!!!! WAHOOOOOO!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So Much Happening!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/678818</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Jun 2010 23:04:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has been keeping me too busy to write in my diary. Here are things I can remember

We have bee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has been keeping me too busy to write in my diary. Here are things I can remember

We have been going shopping with Zeus and his mom.  She tells Mom too much stuff about what I need.  If I could, I would put my paw to my lips and whisper "ssshhhh!" when they start talking about seat belts and shoes and things.  

Because Mom saw how Zeus' seat belt works, she got me one, too.  Sheesh, one more thing strapped around my middle.  If it's not a vest, it's a seat belt.  At least my belly can breathe when I'm wearing my vest and my back can breathe with the seat belt.  Actually, it only took me a few minutes to get used to it.  I got the point the first time Mom stopped really fast and I didn't have to put on my own brakes to stay comfortable in the seat.  You know what else I like?  When Mom puts it on me, she kisses me on the cheek.

This week, Mom and Auntie Jeanne started talking about shoes.  Humans wear shoes, dogs don't, right?  What's the matter with humans anyway?  I understand it is to keep my feet from getting burned on the asphalt.  Okay. Whatever.  Mom thought it was so funny she made an instructional video out of it.  Ha Ha, RIGHT!  
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_XMf3w5eZk" style="color: #4715a3; font-size: 14px; font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">My Shoe Shopping Nightmare</a>

The good thing is, after I played with Belle for a few minutes in my new shoes, walking in them was no big deal.  Actually, I couldn't feel the sharp gravel in the driveway.  Hmmmm, maybe shoes are okay.  I'll get back to you guys on that.

Mom is also getting ready to go someplace.  She tried to roll up her sleeping bag twice already.  It's pretty funny.  She kneels on it and rolls it REEEEAAALLLY tight.  She's doing great until right at the end when POOF! some part pushes out and messes it up.  Finally, she got a strap for around the middle.  Now it looks like a really fat person with a belt 5 sizes too small.  I'm sure she'll figure it out.

Today, we went to a surplus store that has all kinds of military and camping stuff in it.  Mom got a little stove for our camping trip and also looked at duffel bags for our plane trip in August.

Also this week, we went over to look at a place Mom might move us to.  It was pretty cruddy looking outside.  There was a nice tree in the yard though, great shade for Belle and me.  We couldn't get inside the house to see it. Mom said it has new paint and carpet.  Also, Mom can have a washer and dryer in there.  The best thing is that Belle wouldn't have to struggle on the stairs because there aren't any.  Here's another good thing.  Mom knows the women who live next door.  One of them works in JoAnn's grooming saloon.  They are nice ladies and they have a teen-age daughter.

We have done lots of other stuff, too, but I forget.  That's enough for now.  We're in bed and Mom is getting ready to turn off the light.  Nitey nite everyone.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Still NOT Tired</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/677729</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 21:27:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We had a big day.  Mom threw my ball for me this morning and then we were off to Sacramento to visit ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had a big day.  Mom threw my ball for me this morning and then we were off to Sacramento to visit a friend of hers who is very ill.  I have never met him before.  He is sad and sick.  Mom took me into his house in working status because he didn't want a dog "jumping" on him--not that I would do that.  Mom just had me lie on my mat.  That was fine.

We were there a long time.  He and his partner talked and talked about the Mayo clinic and blood transfusions and chemo and not eating and depression and throwing up.  I finally stretched out and went to sleep.  Mom was relieved when we left.  

We went home to see Belle and Kermit.  Mom rested for a few minutes and we were off to school.

Now that the agility equipment is up, Mom works with me before classes.  She is sending me out farther from her to go over or through--whatever.  She has me go over a jump in one direction then back over it in another and then through a tunnel and back over a jump again.  I have to pay attention to her, because I don't know when she's going to whip out my tug and let me grab it.  She worked me over dog walks and A-frames, the teeter and through the tire doing the same back and forth stuff.

It was graduation night for the basic class.  They get to play through a tunnel and over a jump.  Mom was helping the graduating dogs which got me excited. I sat next to Art and barked at her because she was SUPPOSED to be playing with ME!

Finally, the graduates left.  Then Blitzen, Cammy and I got to run around, through the tunnel, over jumps, chasing each other.  Mom was kicking a ball for Blitzen and playing soccer with him, trying to kick it around where he was blocking.  Mom would jump side to side and Blitzen would jump, too.  They were funny to watch.  Cammy is a tough little beagle.  We usually don't play because she's a little rough for me.  I'm getting more confident and muscular, so tonight, I held my own with her.  She can turn faster than I can, though, so it was hard to outrun her.

Mom thought I'd be tired when I got home.  Nope.  After she fed us dinner, I started rolling around and wrestling with Belle.  Now Belle and Mom are both worn out.  I might as well give it a rest myself.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Big Blue Things and a Butt Bath</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/677448</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 23:13:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I should have known it wasn't going to be a regular day when we got to the park and a man with a big ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I should have known it wasn't going to be a regular day when we got to the park and a man with a big gut and a straw hat was riding around on a noisy machine that threw grass every which way.  Mom found a shady area that was already mowed so I could still do my morning ball chase.

We went to the pet store and the natural food store and then to have lunch.  Mom had her computer with her, so we were there for awhile.  We drove over to the post office where Mom parked in the shade so I could stay in the car.  She came right back out, tearing open a package.  She gave me a big smile, handed me an antler out of the package and said, "Something for my good girl." YUM.  

We weren't done, though.  Mom drove to KMart and bought a big round blue tub.  She struggled to get it crammed into the car.

We STILL weren't done.  Mom took me to the grocery store and walked around, reading her list, talking to herself and tossing stuff in the basket.  A couple of times, ladies stopped her to talk about me.  Mom gave them both fliers.  She was patient today, pretty nice.  She isn't always as gracious.

When we got in the car, that big blue thing was looming over the back seat, right above my head.  Sure enough, the first time we stopped, fwoop, it slipped right down in front of me!  It didn't hit me, just made a blue den over my seat.  Mom tried to hold it up the rest of the way home.  That didn't work well.  It's a good thing we live close to the store.

Mom filled the blue tub with water and played with me in it for awhile.  Then, after dinner is so silly.  After dinner, she brought out every tennis ball we have.  

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/101848186445942631775/20100615#5483224800967890258" style="color: #0d28ab; font-size: 14px; font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">The Big Blue Thing</a>

If that wasn't enough, when she was brushing me tonight she said, Hoooeeee! your butt stinks!  Mom swooped me up and headed to the bathroom.  When she got done with my butt bath, she thought I looked so funny that she took a picture.  It's on my page.  I bet before my butt dries, I'll be asleep.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hot, Boring Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/677045</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 16:21:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey Pals, I'm one bored pup.  Well, today, anyway.  Yesterday was fun.  AGILITY!  That can never be  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey Pals, I'm one bored pup.  Well, today, anyway.  Yesterday was fun.  AGILITY!  That can never be boring.  Mom took pictures and some movies.  She decided to slow me down on her computer so she could see me jump.  I guess I go too fast otherwise.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/101848186445942631775/20100612#" style="color: #a327a3; font-size: 14px; font-family: Trebuchet MS; text-decoration: blink;" target="_blank">Agility Day</a>

There are videos of other dogs and some pictures in here too.  The one of me going slow is blue and says "slow that puppy down."  I didn't really slow down, it's a camera trick.

Anyhoo, I had fun yesterday, then slept most of the rest of the day.

TODAY has been a lot of damn nothing.  For me and Belle, anyways.  Mom put us outside for a long time.  We have this cool den Mom made for us on the porch and a house downstairs that's really cool for these warm days.  I wanted to stay on the porch to see what Mom was up to.  She ran that machine she pushes around on the floor.  It seemed like she was taking forever. 

Finally, the door opened.  Everything in the house was different!  She had moved all the furniture around.  Even Kermit's cage was moved.  Here's the cool thing.  My toy basket had my favorite ball back in it--it's like a tennis ball and it squeaks.  I threw it around for awhile and it rolled under a chair and then further back under a desk.  Sheesh!  That didn't last long.  I guess the good news and bad news about a ball is that it rolls.

I went to Mom and then to the door, Mom, door, Mom, door.  She got up to let me out.  I looked at her and said, "No, let's go to the park!"  She said, "Sorry Rethy.  It's too hot.  We'll go later."

LATER?  When is later?  So far it's not later yet.  I'm just lying here waiting for later.  I hope later is soon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lots of kids and getting warmer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/676663</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 10:59:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday, we went to the park for a ball chase, like usual.  There were SO many kids there...everyw ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday, we went to the park for a ball chase, like usual.  There were SO many kids there...everywhere, running, throwing balls at each other, clustered in little groups.  They go this way and that way.  You just can't tell what they are going to do next.  A couple little girls asked Mom, "Can I pet your puppy?"  Mom said, "not right now, but thank you for being so polite to ask."  Later Mom let some girls pet me, but only after I had chased my ball.

She threw the ball a few times.  Kids passed by, but I don't care.  If my ball is somewhere, it doesn't matter who is in the way--kids, ducks...well, ducks aren't my favorite.  Did I tell you they are ball thieves?  Okay, I'll get over it.

Mom had lunch and we went to the store.  She was looking for something in the frozen food aisle, going up and down, stopping, turning around.  A lady who was watching us said, "Wow, your dog is amazing."  Mom smiled and said thank you.  She has had a lot of training.  As if it was just the training.  Sheesh, Mom tell the truth.  I'm a smarty pants.  They talked for awhile about my breed, etc. and the lady said, "no I don't want a dog LIKE that.  I want your dog."  Mom said, "Several people are waiting for me to kick the bucket so they can have her.  You'll have to get in line."  Kick the bucket?  Whatever that is, I don't want to go to that lady, or anybody but my mom.

Two other ladies stopped to talk to Mom about me.  She gave all 3 of them fliers.  She told me the nice ladies make up for that jerk who said I cause problems.

We went to class later.  It was "down" week for the basic obedience class so JoAnn had Lisa and Mom show Blitzen and Me off.  Art took a video of us.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqPacHVoh1U" style="color: #4418a3; font-size: 13px; font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Blitzen and Me</a>

Mom doesn't like the video so much because Art taped a lot of her butt.  Hey, it serves her right.  She takes movies of my butt, too.  All in all we had a really nice day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It Was MOM'S Fault!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/676469</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 Jun 2010 21:06:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a bum deal.  Mom did something really bad today.  She thought she was doing something good--thr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a bum deal.  Mom did something really bad today.  She thought she was doing something good--throwing the ball for me.  It was like any other day.  She threw the ball, I chased it and brought it back.  Sometimes it happens that I don't see where my ball lands and kind of have to look around for it.  That happened, but no big deal.

But THEN....

Mom throws the ball, I run around the tree to get it and blop! it goes right into the water.  The ducks squawked and flapped their wings, but did they move?  NO.  They just sat there while I stared at my ball bouncing in the ripples they made.

Mom walked down to find me trying to get my ball.  I don't mind water, I just don't like to take my feet off terra firma.

Anyway, here's what happened:
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/101848186445942631775/20100609#5480986794473915138" style="color: #3a18c2; font-size: 13px; font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-decoration: blink;" target="_blank">Here is what happened</a>

Mom did make it up to me though.  We went to the car where she had a back up ball.  It's not my favorite, but...

Here's the worst part.  I had to get a bottom half bath when I got home.  She kept saying, "you stink, Rethy."  Well, she threw my ball in the duck pond!  She has to get better aim.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Big Work Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/676141</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Jun 2010 21:12:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had a long day!  It started out normal--park, ball chase, then drive.  Mom stopped at the bank for ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had a long day!  It started out normal--park, ball chase, then drive.  Mom stopped at the bank for cash...I should have known something was up.

We went where Mom and Zeus' mom drink coffee and yack for hours.  But this time, after a few minutes, we loaded up in Zeus' car.  I sat between Mom's feet, a little unsure at first.  Then she put me on her lap--boy howdy!  I've never seen cars and stuff from that angle.  Usually, I just see the sky and trees whizzing by, but there are cars out there, too!

We wound up at this HUGE store, the kind Mom doesn't like. She seemed okay.  We followed Zeus around. Mom put stuff in the cart.  We wound through the aisles for a couple of hours.  After she paid, Mom sat down at some plastic picnic tables.  When she looked up, she started getting swimmy-headed.  I was under the table, so she just stared at me so she wouldn't get too dizzy.

The humans had lunch and we left.  They loaded their stuff in the back of Zeus' car.  Thank goodness Mom took me to pee because it turns out we weren't done shopping!

We headed into another big store.  We started following Zeus and his mom around again.  After a few minutes, Mom had to sit down.  We found a bench.  The other two kept shopping.  I looked at Mom and thought, uh-oh, I'm losing her.  She gave me the paws up signal, so I hopped on her knee and stared at her.  She needed a full-on body press.  I stood up tall on my hind legs like I do so she can put her arm around my butt and lift me onto her lap.  I pressed against her chest and kept checking her face--wasn't good.  I licked her nose.  She was all pent up and quivery.  I leaned against her and panted to help release that energy.  She rubbed my chest and said, "thank you Rethy."  She helped me turn around so I could put my paws on her shoulders and get right next to her face.  That's what brought her back.  After a minute or two, she put me down.  We walked around until Zeus' mom got back.

We got home late.  Belle and Kermit were worried about us.  Belle was relieved when Mom started our dinner.  When Mom gave me my bowl, she said, "You earned your kibble and then some today, Rethy!"  Yeah, she's lucky she has me.  Good thing she knows it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fun day????? Mmmmm, not so much</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/675784</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 5 Jun 2010 21:42:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom was looking forward to today.  We went to the AnimalSave event.  We were going to work with the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom was looking forward to today.  We went to the AnimalSave event.  We were going to work with the CGC test I took last year and help give that to other dogs.  Then we were going to do the demo we have been practicing for.

It was a hella hot day. Mom was the only one around when the lady giving the CGC gave the instructions about registering and paperwork.  Mom tried to say Lisa was going to do that and she needed to know about it, but the lady didn't listen.  Then Lisa came over and said she knew what to do.  Mom and I helped with the test--Mom was in the "crowd" and I was the "friendly dog.

Lisa kept messing up the paperwork, so the lady would tell Mom and Mom would try to talk with Lisa, but everything was so chaotic, Lisa didn't listen.  Mom got anxious and got that confused look she gets.  Mom made a face at Nancy who was the supervised separation person and JoAnn came to see what the problem was.  Mom told her so Nancy and Mom switched places. Nancy walked me as the "friendly dog" until she could go get Lovey.  Mom got what she needed--some supervised separation.

She was hungry so a guy came and took her place for the last test before lunch while she went to get a sandwich.  We had 1/2 hour before our demo, so we sat with Lucille and her mom to eat lunch.  Mom threw her sandwich wrapper away and someone yells, "Ellen!  We're on!"  It was only 12:15.  Art didn't have Mom's camera and everything was all messed up.  But guess what?  I did everything right--there were so many distractions, so sometimes Mom had to say "yoo-hoo, Rethy" but I did what I was supposed to do and Mom laughed at my space-outs.

We did the demos too early so the announcer said the demos were starting just as we left the ring.  The CGC testing started right up again.  Everything was all messed up.  My friend Lucille took her CGC test and passed it, though!  I'm proud of my bff.

Mom did not have much fun today, except when she and Lucille's mom took us over to a photographer, put hats on us and took our picture.  I'll put it on my page tomorrow.  We went to our favorite cafe and slept while the humans yacked.  I was bushed

I'm glad to be home, freshly bathed, brushed and ready to go to bed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Got IT!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/675432</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Jun 2010 22:50:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom likes to make up new things for me to learn.  Lately, when we get to school and start up toward  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom likes to make up new things for me to learn.  Lately, when we get to school and start up toward the big lawn, Mom says in an excited voice, "Where's JoAnn?" and "Go find JoAnn!"  Okay, I know "Where's your donut?" and "Go find your ball."  They are two different things, both are round, but one is flat and has a whole in the middle.  But, "JoAnn"?  What's a "JoAnn?"  

Today, she said it again, "Where's JoAnn?" I knew it wasn't a ball or a donut and I looked around.  The boss was walking toward her chair and saying, "hey Rethy!"  I started running toward her and Mom said, "There's JoAnn!  Good girl."  OOOHHHHHH!!!!  The boss is a JoAnn!!!!  That's what the humans call her.  I get it.

Since I first met her, she has been the one who tells everybody what to do.  She tells the people and they tell their dogs.  She says it, then everybody does it.  I figured that out a long time ago. I even skip the part where Mom tells me what to do.  The boss says it, I do it.  Sometimes she spells things so Mom has to tell me what to do. Everybody knows she's the boss, but people don't call her that.  Now when people say "JoAnn" I know what they are talking about, like when they say "Ellen"--that's Mom or "Lisa"--that's Lisa, or "Blitzen".

You guys may think this is silly, but it's a big deal for me.  Now when Mom says "Where's JoAnn?" I know I'm not looking for a what, but a who.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dog Days and Jerks</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/675267</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Jun 2010 22:57:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've had a busy couple of days.  Mom and I went to meet Zeus and his mom yesterday.  They sat and ya ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've had a busy couple of days.  Mom and I went to meet Zeus and his mom yesterday.  They sat and yacked, like always.  Jolanda's mom sent a funny picture of Jolanda into Mom's phone.  Zeus and I wound up with coffee and tea and a cookie right in front of our noses while mom took a picture.  She sent that off and got another one back.  By then, they were totally silly, took a picture of themselves and sent it back.  Mom was laughing so hard.

Then we went to the park and played for a little bit.  After Zeus left, we went over to practice for our demo on Saturday.  We did great!  All of us were almost perfect in our routine.

Today, Mom and I went out to the pharmacy to get some allergy stuff she sprays in her nose.  I watched her do it and shuddered.  Can you dogs imagine how awful it is to spray something into your nose.  Blech!

Then we went to the store.  When we were standing in line, some stupid woman pushed her cart into my butt.  I jumped sideways.  Mom got mad.  It turned out that woman was with a man who has harassed Mom about me before. He got ugly at Mom which put her into one of her attacks.  It was all such a mess.  I was not sure what to do.  Mom got us home as soon as possible and I was able to help her come around.

Then we went to school.  Lisa wasn't there.  The boss was tired, so instead of standing up in the middle of where the dogs are working, she stayed in her chair to watch every body while Mom ran the first 20 minutes of the class.  This makes her SO happy.  Later, the boss said she did a great job.

Before we left, they talked about the puppy the boss and Art want to get--one of my cousins.  It turns out a new litter was born 4 days ago.  The boss called the matchmaker and is now in the queue for one of the pups.  She's excited.  Mom is too.  I'll have a cousin to mentor, show the ropes to.  what fun!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Llamas?   Whaaaa?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/674656</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 May 2010 11:49:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday, Mom took me to the fairgrounds to do demo practice.  Evidently, she thought doing some ob ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday, Mom took me to the fairgrounds to do demo practice.  Evidently, she thought doing some obedience drills around people and activity would be good.  There will be lots of distractions during our performance next week.  You know Mom, she's a be prepared kind of gal.

Guess what?  Distractions aplenty.  Okay, I've been around horses.  These animals sort of looked like that, but their necks were REALLY long and they had itty bitty heads--Llamas. They were clipped to look like poodles.  They were skittish. Nobody is afraid of me.  I surmised they weren't very smart.

We practiced for awhile.  Mom took me to a coffee place, then drove out school.  No one was there. I looked at the agility equipment, checked to see if Mom had my ball--no luck.  Whaaaa???  Saturday, I ran agility ALOT, one run after the other until both Mom and I were tired.  A video is on my page.  Here we are back there and no agility, no ball? 

I thought we were going to play.  Instead, Mom got food out for the Boss' dogs and fed them. Storm is really sick.  He's so old.  Mom had to feed him by hand.  After a few bites, he just took the food from her to be polite, then spit it out.  He probably won't live too long.

Mom sat out on the porch, played with the dogs a little while, then we headed home.  She promised we would go play ball today, so let's go already!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One Pooped Pup</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/674392</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 May 2010 20:44:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Whew!  Mom finally sat down.  We both took a nap.  We have been going constantly for days.  I can't  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whew!  Mom finally sat down.  We both took a nap.  We have been going constantly for days.  I can't remember all the stuff...there was demo practice, and Mom's nice therapist and three dog classes, mom had her teeth cleaned and went to have some blood taken out of her arm and one more thing...humans call it a "physical".  Yikes!

Mom had to put on a weird gown and a paper skirt.  I lay on my mat while she waited for her doctor.  Her doctor is young and funny.  She shone a light here, a light there, had Mom say ah, put a disc on her chest to listen to her breathe, etc., etc.  Then she made Mom lie down and put her feet up.  Uh oh.  I could tell Mom didn't like this so I sat up on my mat to check.  She looked over and told me, "it's okay, Rethy, settle."  She told her doctor I was sensing her anxiety and just doing my job.  When I knew Mom was okay, I just stretched out and got comfy again.  Mom's doc likes me, which is good if Mom ever gets really sick because I will need to be there.

The doc said Mom is doing really well!  Her blood is good and all her other parts are working right.

Here's something cool.  The boss said she wants to come to "nationals" with Mom and me if I win an award.  Mom sent her a link about nationals on the mini-aussie club website.  Mom also sent a link to the "brags" page where all the champions for the last 5 years are listed.  At least 1/3 of them came from my breeder, Karen.  Mom told the boss that's why she got me from Karen. She is a good doggie matchmaker.

The next day, the boss said she and Art are going to get a pup. They have been talking about it for awhile, but not sure what kind.  They have a motorhome and like to travel and want a dog about my size, smart, well-bred, etc., etc.  Guess what?  They're going to get one of my peeps!  A cousin or something!  Isn't that cool?  Mom is so proud.  The Boss trains and grooms and knows LOTS of dogs.  My charm and smarts won her over. HA! She is going to wait until the matchmaker has a blue merle female.  I'll have one of my cousins to play with!

Today, we went to agility.  Mom wore me out!  She had me run the course 4 times, took a breather and then had me run again while Lisa took video.  I was SO tired.  Mom is going to put the movie together so I can post it in one of my diaries later.

I hope we have a day or two to rest...but then, again, tomorrow, maybe a ball chase?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Two GOOD things and a bad dog.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/673403</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 May 2010 15:29:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today, Mom got me out pretty early to go do a private training lesson.  The lady signed her dog up f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today, Mom got me out pretty early to go do a private training lesson.  The lady signed her dog up for a group class.  When she came last week, her dog acted up so badly, she left before any of our training humans could help.  So, this morning, we all got together to help the dog.

He's a scruffy dog they overfeed.  He's nasty.  He wanted to bite Blitzen.  He didn't care about me.  I'm so little and unimposing.  I didn't want to walk close to him, though.  The Boss worked with him for awhile and let him be a brat so he could release that nasty energy and be brought under control.  Then the boss had his humans (mother and son) practice walking him around--heeling and sitting.  When he comes back for class, he is going to have to wear a muzzle because he needs to practice being polite.  Nobody wants the good dogs to get hurt if he decides to go sideways.

Another silly lady came to do a make-up with her dog.  She seems disconnected from people and her dog.  She just doesn't understand things.  Her dog is still a puppy, but he is disconnected, too.   The humans did a "make-up" class for her.   Whatever.  She'll probably not ever use anything they taught her.  Oh well, they tried.

After that, Mom threw the ball for me.  She went to have lunch and on to the post office.

When Mom got back in the car, she started ripping open a box and pulled out a new mat for me.  She put it to my nose and guess who I smelled?  Dora!  Dora sent me a mat!  It's pretty.  I haven't had a chance to lie on it yet.  We'll take it for a test drive next time Mom goes to a restaurant or something.

Then Mom opened a big envelope and pulled out a paper.  She got a little mad at first and said, darn it, Rethy, why do they want us to fill out this form?  She worried.  We went to the store.  All the way home, she worried about the paper.

When we got home, Mom reached back in Dora's box and pulled out an antler for me.  Oh, man, I love those!  While I was chewing on that, Mom started typing an email to the people who sent the paper to find out what she was supposed to do.  Then she turned the paper over and realized what it was.  She said, "Doh!  Rethy!  You're official."  She was excited.  She said now I'm an official mini-Aussie.  She said I'm number M-3648.  I looked at her and said, "no, I'm not!  I'm Rethy!  Thanks for the antler."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Go, go, go...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/672538</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 May 2010 21:43:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has kept me so busy I haven't had time to write in my diary!  

I had SO much fun, though.  It ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has kept me so busy I haven't had time to write in my diary!  

I had SO much fun, though.  It's worth it.  Yesterday, I got to see my service dog friends including a wild and woolly puppy named Chloe. We were at a park called the Empire mine where Mom takes me a lot.  When i was a wee pup, she used to take me on long walks on the hiking and horse trails all around the park.  I love the smells there.  There weren't any horses there yesterday though.  Too bad.

The humans were giddy like they get when we all get together.  I like that because Mom has fun with everyone and their dogs.  I do, too.

We went into the park, we came out for the humans to have lunch, we went back in again.  Then it started to rain a little bit.  Lots of my friends wore rain coats.   I was born with a rain coat.  My coat gets all kinky curly when I get wet, then Mom wraps me in a towel and gives me a rub down and I'm dry again.  

Humans are so silly.  Mom likes getting my picture taken with Jolanda doing stupid things only humans would think of.  Ollie's dad took some pictures Mom will put on my dogster page.

We went here, there, coffee shop, In and Out burger, go, go, go--yack, yack, yack.  We didn't get home until almost bedtime.  Belle was totally bored.  She sniffed Mom and me and took notes on where we had been and who we were with.  She's nosy.  That's a compliment for dogs.

This morning Mom took me to the park and threw the ball and we went down to meet up with Zeus, Josephine and Jolanda, again.  Yack, yack, yack, you'd think they'd get tired of that.  At some point, Mom had me do a paws up.  I could tell she was getting overwhelmed and tired.  She put me back down on my mat and I thought, no, it's time to get her moving.  I did my own paws up without invitation.  This time, I told Mom, let's go.  Mom wasn't sure if I was doing that for her or for me.  When she got outside and took my vest off she took me to potty, but I didn't have to go.  She walked me around, then went to sit on a bench and realized she was doing that vibrating thing she does sometimes.  She gets all caught up in something and doesn't realize what her body is doing.  It's like she separates herself.  I can tell because her body vibrates.  If I tell her and she gets going, she knows I wasn't acting up, I was doing my job.

After she said good-bye to everybody, we stopped at a funny little store with lots of vegetables, fruit and nuts.  When we got home, she was on the phone a LOT.

Then we went to practice for the demonstration we are doing in a couple of weeks.  Guess who was there?  The Boss!  She's back.  She gave Mom a great big hug.  Then she reached down and patted me.  While she and Lisa and Mom were sitting and talking I went over to brush against her leg.  She doesn't even know she's petting me because she just keeps talking.  Petting me calms her down, like it does with Mom, but she wouldn't let anyone know that.  

We did our practice.  I was REALLY good.  Mom has been working with me.  I didn't break my stays.  I did exactly what I was supposed to do.  After they put our leashes back on us and did the happy happy release dance, I just wanted to play and grab my leash and stuff.

Now I'm pooped.  I haven't been this tired in a long time...going to sleep well tonight]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Agility Rocks!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/671971</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 15 May 2010 16:16:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Man am I pooped.  Mom is too.  She tried to tire me out at agility.  Hah!  Not an easy thing to do.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Man am I pooped.  Mom is too.  She tried to tire me out at agility.  Hah!  Not an easy thing to do.  

The boss is still gone Mom and Lisa had to pick up poops.  The boss' pack all seem to have diarrhea.  Mom said, "this is gross."   Lisa chopped at the ground with the pooper scooper, then Mom went around with a hose and sprayed it until it went away.  Nobody would want to step in that stuff.

While they were setting up equipment, I ran through the tunnels to help straighten them out.  Mom didn't direct me or anything.  I had a job to do.  I tested the jumps and went through the tube a few times to stretch the cloth out.  I zipped over the A-frames and jumped up on the table, just to practice my style.  One time I got to run uphill inside a tunnel because Lisa was still putting it in the supports...whatever I can do to help.

When the course was ready, Mom started running me through.  I skipped a jump and the tire every time so Mom clapped her hands until I ran back.  The chute and the curved tunnel were too inviting for me to waste time with the jumps.  Mom took me through the course 4 times--it was really more since I had to redo parts of it.  The teeter was easy-peasy today.  I just went up and crouched as it started to go down--staying low until it hit the ground.

Then people started arriving.  Only Finn and Penny came early.  Blitzen and I watched.  Then Rob and Lovey arrived.  They are always so excited.  After Finn and Penny left, Lisa closed the gate which means Blitzen and my leashes come off.  Wahoo!  Mom took me through the course 2 more times.  Then Blitzen, Rob and Lovey went through.  Mom took me through several more times.  She sat down huffing and puffing and said, "are you ever going to get tired?"  Hmmm, I thought, maybe not.  

Nancy is going to demo Rob and Lovey as a brace team when we all perform at the fairgrounds.  For awhile, Lisa worked with Rob and Lovey.  Their mom loved watching them work together.  They are such pretty Aussies.  Lisa enjoyed practicing with them.  When she sat down, she was huffing and puffing, too.

Mom said we went through the course 9 times today!  I also helped while Mom and Lisa put things away.  You can never go over a dog walk too many times.

Now that we've both napped for awhile, it looks like Mom is going out again.  Time to go to work.  I'll probably be dragging butt a little bit, but don't worry, I won't let on.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pose for the Camera!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/671505</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 12 May 2010 23:12:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has been doing so much, I haven't had time to write in my diary.

Yesterday, Zeus' mom encoura ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has been doing so much, I haven't had time to write in my diary.

Yesterday, Zeus' mom encouraged mom to write my breeder and let her know how special I am.  Mom wrote her about my job and bragged on me a bit.  I guess the breeder decided I might be a goodwill ambassador representing Miniature Australian Shepherds.  She nominated me for that.  Mom was excited, but she hadn't bothered to make me official with the mini-Aussie club.  She said, "Uh-oh, REthy, we'd better get you registered."

We didn't have time.  We had to go practice for our demo.  We headed off to school.  First they did the intermediate dogs.  I am not in that one, so Blitzen, Rob, Mary and I just watched.  Finally, it was advance dog time.  The boss is on vacation, so all the humans had to figure out how to do everything from a piece of paper without someone standing there directing them.  It was confusing at times.  I decided if I stayed right next to Mom and did what she asked me to do, they would figure it all out.  

We got home really late.  This morning, Mom got up and started going through papers to find official stuff about me.  She brushed me out and made me stand on the deck in different positions while she took pictures.  Sheesh.  Sometimes I get tired of all the pictures especially when she wants me to look a certain way. I want to stick my tongue out at her and cross my eyes.  But I didn't.   Mom put the pictures she took on my page.

After we played ball, Mom had to go see the doctor that shines a little flashlight on her face.  That's always weird.

Then we went to see Zeus and his mom.  Wouldn't you know his mom was doing EXACTLY what my mom does...staring at a computer on her lap.  It looked just like Mom's computer.  What's up with these humans?  They ate coffee and played with their computers and yacked.  Zeus is good at sleeping.  I kind of wanted to get going after a couple of hours.  Their computer batteries were running out, but would they leave?  NO.  They moved to the other side of the coffee shop and plugged the silly boxes into the wall.

FINALLY, they got up and left.  Mom rushed to the post office to mail off the application for my official papers.  

Man, was I glad to get home.  We've been hanging out with Belle and Kermit all evening, no school or anything.  Whew, what a day...or two.  I wonder what we're going to do tomorrow?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Pick!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/671110</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 May 2010 16:47:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>YAY!  I'm stoked.  I got to play agility and then write about it.  Double-stoked to be diary pick.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ YAY!  I'm stoked.  I got to play agility and then write about it.  Double-stoked to be diary pick.

THANKS Dogster!   BTW, have you every played agility?  Do it.  Really.  Trust me.  It's a blast.  WAHHOOOOOOO]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Agility is Back!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/670747</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 8 May 2010 22:41:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh boy!  We started agility again.  I haven't played since Halloween. 

Mom and Lisa set up the co ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh boy!  We started agility again.  I haven't played since Halloween. 

Mom and Lisa set up the course first thing.  The big heavy wooden equipment was already up.  They had to figure out where to put everything else.   Blitzen kept jumping on me, so I went up to the house to hide.  Mom called me back and tied me to her belt while she walked around and finished putting the course.  I kept thinking she was going to let me play, but NO!

Before Mom got finished, people started driving in.  Mom and Lisa put Blitzen and me on the ground hook so they could help people.  He decided to be good and stop jumping on me.  There were lots of dogs from winter classes.  They hadn't done agility.   Mom and Lisa got them all lined up, fitted with martingales and off they went.  I watched while Mom helped Bear and his parents learn the equipment.  Blitzen watched Lisa helping Cooper and Rio.  It was futile to whine, they weren't paying attention to us.

Some of my favorite dogs came, too--Lovey and Rob--Aussie brother and sister that are in classes with me.  Finn and George were there.  It was SO unfair.  They got to go play and I had to wait.  Finally just Lovey, Rob, Blitzen and I were left.

Mom took off my leash.  I looked at her and asked, "NOW?"  She said "let's go".  All I can say is WAHOOO!  What a good course!   Except for one thing.  I decided I didn't like the teeter.  Mom said, "what's the matter?  you know how to do this."  It just felt weird.  She got my tug out and started teasing me with pulling it up the teeter.  Sheesh!  I'd do almost anything for my tug.  I kind of forgot that it was the teeter and up I went.  Mom made it go down easily and then I got to grab my tug and growl and bark.  It was so fun I didn't notice that Mom got me over the teeter again in a flash.

We went through the course one time and I got it.  Mom started again and I was off like a bullet!  Sometimes I skip stuff, just because I get excited and see something big like the dog walk and head for it.  Mom claps her hands and points to whatever I missed and I run back and jump or crawl through--whatever.  As long as she let's me keep going, she can point me anywhere.  After I reach the table and hold a down for 5 seconds, Mom says, "ALL DONE!"  I jump off and she gives me my tug.  I get so excited running that I need to discharge my energy.  I growl and shake my tug until it's dead.

After Mom took me through the course a third time, she had to rest a couple of minutes.  Then we were off and running for a fourth and a fifth time.  Wheeew!  By then even I was getting tired.

Rob and Lovey's mom helped Mom and Lisa put equipment away.  I kept running over and jumping onto the table and doing a down, hoping Mom would give me my tug.   They laughed at me.  Then Rob did the same thing and his mom said, "copy cat".  They  laughed at him, too.  I'm GLAD we amuse them.  We have to give our humans something to look forward to.

Mom and I went to her favorite cafe for lunch.  When we got home, she lay down on the couch and fell asleep.  I must have worn her out.  I completely crapped out for the rest of the day and dreamed about tunnels and tires and teeters and tugs.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't Make Me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/670089</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 May 2010 21:34:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The boss and Art took off in their big motor home and now it's up to Lisa, Blitzen, Mom and me to ru ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The boss and Art took off in their big motor home and now it's up to Lisa, Blitzen, Mom and me to run the classes at school.  Lisa was nervous tonight because she's really in charge and Mom is her helper.  Lisa did a good job, though.  Both of them did.

With Lisa running the class, I have to do demos for the new lesson.  We have to show the Basic Obedience class people how they teach new things to their dogs.   Oh Puhleeez!  Blitzen can have that job.  If Mom puts her hand down in a certain position, I know I'm supposed to stand.  I didn't give her a chance to put her thumb in my flat collar and lift under my belly.  I just stood up.  Well, that's what we were doing, right?   We moved around and she tried it again.  Everybody laughed at me.  Hey, if I know what we're going to do, I just do it.  Don't tell Mom, but it's kind of a joke on her.  Sure, I'll do a demo, but don't make me act like I don't know what I'm doing.

After Mom tried the second time, she just put her hands where they would be as if I weren't already standing and Lisa finished the explanation.  Mom put me back over where Blitzen and I hang out during classes.  I said to Blitz, you are such a patient guy.  You want this job back?  He laughed at me and said, nope, kid, it's your turn.  If you wanna be a smarty pants, go ahead, but remember, we're not doing it for the humans, we're doing it for the dogs.

Then, cruelty of cruelties...it was graduation night so Mom and Lisa brought out an agility tunnel for the dogs to play in.   Mom was helping people make all the fun, fun, happy, happy noises to get the dogs excited about the tunnel.  It works really well.  Even the dogs that are waiting their turn get excited.  For me, it was agonizing.  Mom was having fun with the other dogs and I just had to stay there and watch.  I whined, when is my turn?  I wanna play, please?  Let me play?  But she didn't!  I guess when you are a grown up and have a grown up job, you can't always do what you want.   Mom plays with me a lot, so I'll let it pass, THIS time.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lots of Good Smells!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/669892</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 May 2010 21:47:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning we went to see a lady who works in an old house.  She has a huge desk and everything se ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning we went to see a lady who works in an old house.  She has a huge desk and everything seems important.  Her secretary sits at a desk out in front of her office.  He's a great big teddy bear with wire rimmed glasses.  He didn't do anything while we were there, so I'm not sure what, exactly, a secretary does.   

I lay on my mat next to Mom while the two of them talked about legal stuff.  It was all about me.  The lady wrote papers that said if Mom's sick, I am to be with her at all times.  Humans do a lot more planning than we dogs do.  Sometimes it seems silly, but in this case, I am glad she thought of it.  The lady had Mom sign stacks of paper, then we left to go photocopy them.  Mom has to take them to all of her doctors. 

We stopped by our favorite little natural food store.  When we got there, the produce lady was cleaning up the chard.  She had a whole bin full of leaves.  Mom said, are you going to throw that away.  The lady said yes, so Mom got a big bag of it.

When we got home, Mom stretched out on the couch.  Have I told you guys that Mom snores?

After while, she got up and did some cooking!  I'm so proud of her.  I could tell by the smells she was cooking for Belle and me.  She also cooked for herself.  Any kind of cooking gets Belle excited.  When she smells our food cooking, she just sits at the edge of the kitchen and waits.   Every time Mom leaves the kitchen, Belle goes in and vacuums the floor.  Sometimes, Mom thinks it's too obsessive, so she has Belle lie in her bed until she relaxes, then lets her go clean the kitchen floor.   I really don't care all that much.  I'd rather eat my food out of my dish.

Mom even made a good dinner for herself--one of those great big bowls of salad with chicken and lots of different vegetables.  I'm much happier that she took the time to do that.  Now our food is finished cooking and in the fridge.  It's time for me to get brushed and then off to bed.  I wonder if I'll dream about teddy bears with office jobs.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Busy, busy, busy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/669719</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 2 May 2010 22:26:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today was practice day for our demos in June.  Mom and I went to school.  The intermediate dogs were ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was practice day for our demos in June.  Mom and I went to school.  The intermediate dogs were first.  Mom helped the Boss get the routine organized.  She left me at her chair.  There was a sweet girl with a big hat sitting in her little girl chair next to me.  She liked how soft I am.  She petted my ears and talked to me.  She wanted to take me home, but nobody is going to get me away from my mom.

After the intermediate group practiced it was our turn.  Our routine is complicated.  I was REALLY good today, heeling right next to Mom off leash.  During our demo, all 8 of our humans will be off-leash.  Last week, my little brain was stretched by the walking downs, walking stand/stays, recalls, drops, sits, hand signals, etc., etc.  This week, no problem.  I had FUN today.  When we get through the routine, our humans put our leashes back on us, then did a "release--happy, happy."  I bark and jump and bark--celebration.

We left there and drove to meet my friend Lucille and her mom.  Lucille couldn't come into the restaurant for lunch.  Too bad because I like hanging out with her.  After lunch, we went to the fairgrounds so Mom could do a make-up class for Lucille from last week.  Our moms are good to us.  They let us off leash to run before they did all the obedience stuff.  Lucille learned "down" really fast.  We did a few more things, then our moms let us off leash again.  WAHOOO!  We ran some more.

On the way home, Mom took me to the grocery store.  She bought food for herself and stuff to cook for Belle and me.  

We weren't home long and Mom was on her computer...again.  She has been way too busy.  I can snooze in the doorway and watch her.  I guess she's not doing anything REALLY bad or I'd tell her.  She says tomorrow will be restful...she's looking forward to it.  For me, busy is best.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Big Day and New Game</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/669575</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 1 May 2010 23:12:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow, did I have a big day!

First, we went over to the park, like usual.  There were SO many cars  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow, did I have a big day!

First, we went over to the park, like usual.  There were SO many cars there.  We got out of the car and there was Zeus!  I think he is still growing.  Mom and Zeus' mom took us over to the lawn where Mom did some training drills with me.  She always does that.  I do everything perfectly at the park because after all of that, Mom throws my ball.  The bad thing about that is she knows I know what to do, so if I decide to ignore her, she has my number.

Anyway, we did the drills, then Mom got out my chuck-it stick and threw the ball for me awhile.  After chasing for awhile, I rested.  Yack, yack, yack.  Zeus slept.  I decided to take my ball to Mom so she would throw it for me again.  It was stuck in that stick.  I had to work REALLY hard to get the ball out of the cup.   The humans laughed at me.  What's so funny?  My ball was stuck.  I did it though, so Mom kept putting it back in the stick so they could watch me get it out.

After we left, we all went in Zeus' car to the arts and crafts store to shop.  Then,  I got to ride on Mom's lap to the coffee place.  It is Mom's new favorite   There's a lot of room and little nooks to sit in.  The humans sat and yacked again for a long time.  Zeus' mom was taking a fabric thing apart--a coat she had made for Zeus.  He snored.  FINALLY, we went back out to the car.

mom kept inviting me to get onto her lap to ride back to the park, but I wouldn't do it.  Zeus' face was right above her shoulder.  Zeus is a sweet guy but I still avoid him.  I'm surprised Mom didn't get drool on her shoulder.

After they dropped us off, Mom took me into the park, again and threw my ball.  YAY!  Chasing the ball twice today.  Man, I'm a lucky pup!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Man, She's Hard-Headed</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/669082</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 21:30:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom hasn't been taking care of herself well.  She has stuff in the fridge to make a pasta sauce and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom hasn't been taking care of herself well.  She has stuff in the fridge to make a pasta sauce and for two days now, she hasn't done it.  She tells herself she'll do it during the day, but doesn't.  Why?  Computer.

Then we go to school and she tells herself she'll make the sauce when she gets home, but she doesn't.  Last night, she ate a turkey sandwich, carrots and an apple for dinner...not all that bad, so I let her be.  But tonight, she came home and had some nuts and dried fruit and, just sat there with her computer.  I had to call a halt to it.

I stood next to her chair and stared at her until she had to get up and go to the door to let me out.  I didn't have to go.  I've been doing this since I was a wee pup.  I know that if I stand there and stare at her long enough, she'll stop what she's doing.  When she realized I did it, again, she lifted me up and kissed me and told me how smart I am and thanked me.  Then, guess what she did?  She sat back down and picked up the computer!

Sheesh!  So, I got between her feet and her chair where she is afraid to move around without having the chair rock forward and pinch me.   She has to put down the computer to get me out from under the edge of the chair.  She lifted me up again and said, okay, okay, I got it.  It was already 8:30, but she knew I wouldn't stop until she went in there and cooked.  I can smell the sauce now.  She will probably only taste it tonight, but at least I got her to cook so she'll have it when we get home from school tomorrow.

Now, I can chew on my toy and let her do whatever because her food is cooking.   I don't mind her being on the computer, but if she's going to feed Belle and Kermit and me, I'm going to make sure she takes care of herself just as well!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Over My Head--Almost</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/668529</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 22:18:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow, I was challenged today.  My brain worked so hard.  Mom took me to school to practice for a demo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow, I was challenged today.  My brain worked so hard.  Mom took me to school to practice for a demonstration we're doing in June.

The boss split us up in two groups.  The dogs I knew best, except for Blitzen, all practiced first. Then the "advanced" group started and I thought, uh-oh.  I've not taken advanced obedience yet and everybody else has.  I felt like a 7th grader in a high school algebra class.  Mom told me I could do it. I was unsure.  We did circles and line-ups and walking stands and walking downs and conga lines and drop on recall and the sitting butt to butt thing, lots of complicated stuff.  I'm smart, but sheesh, this was challenging.

The second time through the routine, I was ready to be done.  We were all in stays, waiting for the cue to do our drop on recall move.  Whenever anyone called their dog, I got up because I wanted to go be with Mom.  She'd walk me back over and have me sit again.  Rob, a blue merle Aussie, the big kind, was sitting next to me.  The second time I got up and Mom took me back, Rob picked up my vibe and decided maybe we could play.  He knew what I was thinking--enough of this already.  Finally both our moms got us to settle down and we finished the exercise, then the boss said, let's just make sure we don't have Rob and Rethy sitting next to each other.   Darn, there goes my fun.

I was SO tired.  Mom took me to have lunch afterward and I was dragging butt.  We went to pick up a couple of things at the store.  When I got home Mom stretched out on the couch and I stretched out in my favorite spot in the doorway and we both took long naps.

Mom says we're going to keep practicing that routine so we can be really good for the demonstration.  I know it'll get better because now I know everybody.  And mom said to me she is REALLY proud because I'm a 7th grader doing algebra.  I guess that's good, right?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boring Old Day and a Butt Bath</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/668333</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 Apr 2010 21:09:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We didn't do ANYTHING [much] today.  Mom waited for a package to be delivered, so we all wound up ha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We didn't do ANYTHING [much] today.  Mom waited for a package to be delivered, so we all wound up hanging out with her.  Even after she got the package, we still just lazied around.  It was sunny though, so I lay just outside the front door where I could catch some rays and keep my eye on Mom at the same time.

FINALLY, she took me to the park.  Lately, we have been doing all kinds of training drills.  She's making me do the hard stuff, including holding a stay while she walks WAY far from me.  Then I have to read her hand signals.  After I do that stuff perfectly, I get to chase my ball.  I'm no dummy, do what she wants and then get to do what I want.

I chased my ball until I almost dropped.  I didn't realize how tired I was until she said, "All done."  I plopped on my belly and said, "Whew."

She says tomorrow we are going to school to practice for our obedience demonstration in June.  Our school is going to start the show with the intermediate obedience dogs as openers, then bring us heavy hitter advanced dogs out as the headliners.  That's why Mom has been working on that fancy stuff with me.  It'll be fun to see my friends tomorrow.   

Given all that, I guess I'm glad Mom gave me a butt bath.  Yep, sometimes my feathers catch stuff that should have fallen to the ground.  It's gross.  Getting a butt bath isn't very dignified, but you can't go see your friends with poop on your butt.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mean Bad Dogs and My New Assignment</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/668002</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 21:38:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today, Mom and I went to the park like we usually do for a ball chase.  It was laundry day and Mom h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today, Mom and I went to the park like we usually do for a ball chase.  It was laundry day and Mom had a lot.  Usually, after it's folded, she can get it all on the cart.  I trot along beside her while she takes it to the car.  After the laundry is in and I am in, we take off.  Not today.  She had to go back in there to get more stuff.  How did we get so dirty?

After that, we went to the store to get food for Mom and some stuff to cook for Belle and me.  Mom has been making some homemade dog food for us with lots of chicken, eggs, vegetables--stuff that she cooks up in a big pot and then freezes to use throughout the week.  We still get kibble, but Mom likes to give us some good home cooking and extra vitamins.

When we were leaving the store a rude dog started barking at us and tried to get me.  She was wearing a vest like my service dog buddies wear and like I wear.  She had NO manners.  I was embarrassed for her.  It made Mom mad because she knows how hard I work and how good I am.  She doesn't like some rude dog giving us working girls a bad name.

Then we went to school.  There were two intermediate classes tonight.  I sometimes work with one of the classes, but tonight we were indoors and they are full classes, so I just stayed in my bed and watched.  It was boring.  The only good part is that Mom stayed in her chair and didn't get up to help people.  Every once in awhile, she'd reach down and stroke my head and tell me I'm a good girl.

Last night, I slept on her bed with her again.  She tosses and turns a lot.  It wakes me up, but I go back to sleep pretty fast.  Sometimes, when she turns over, she reaches down to pet me.   My calmness helps her settle down some.  Calming Mom at night is my new assignment.  She kind of feels bad about it because I work for her all day long at something or the other.  If I could talk to her I'd tell her, fuggetaboutit.  She doesn't know how really special it is to a dog to be able to sleep with her person.   I'm glad she gave me this new assignment.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rainy Days and New Things</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/667804</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 22:50:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Rain, rain, rain.  Mom looks out the window in the morning, looks at me and then sighs.  She still g ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Rain, rain, rain.  Mom looks out the window in the morning, looks at me and then sighs.  She still gets me out to the park, even if it's just for a few minutes.  Today, I got really wet under my belly.  My feathers get all kinky.  It's only bad when the goose poo on the grass at the park gets watery and the smell gets on me.  Mom hates that.  She makes me stand in the car while she uses grooming wipes and rubs my coat to get the stink out.  This always leads to a butt bath...stinky=bath.

Mom has been having a hard time sleeping lately.  She needs sound or something going on to go to sleep--usually it's the TV or satellite radio.  Last night, she went from TV to music which usually means she'll be snoring in a matter of minutes.  That didn't happen.  She tossed and turned.  Even though I'm in my crate, it's hard for me to sleep soundly when Mom isn't.  She took a pill, she had her hot chocolate, she watched some more tv.  Finally, she brought me up on the bed with her.  Wow, that was weird.  I've never been on Mom's bed.  It's REALLY high.  I couldn't even jump up there if I tried.  

I thought maybe Mom wanted to play so I started putting my nose in her face and patting her cheek with my paw.  She laughed at me.  Then she put me down by her side and told me to "settle."  I thought, hey, this is pretty cushy.  Mom's here.  I don't have my crate around me, but that's okay.  I stretched out against Mom's back and started to doze.  Mom left the tv on for a little while, then she started snoring and the tv went off by itself.  I felt her next to me all night long.  i even slept in late with her because I was so comfy.

This morning Mom thanked me for helping her sleep.  When I'm next to her, she calms down and her body stops that vibrating thing it does.  So, I guess I'll just use my crate to chill out in.  When Mom puts her computer away  and before she turns off the light, she's going to bring me up on the bed to help her sleep.  It's a tough job but somebody has to do it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One hard-headed puppy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/667386</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Apr 2010 19:52:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom did something new today.  She helped the Boss and Lisa do an evaluation of a naughty 4 month old ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom did something new today.  She helped the Boss and Lisa do an evaluation of a naughty 4 month old puppy.  They sent his people away to see if the problems in training class are because of his people or if he's just a tough little monster.  The verdict?  Monster.  All three of them took turns walking him, simple stuff, heeling, sitting, turning around.  They worked with him for an hour and a half and he was still throwing tantrums!  He'd go along, dum tee dum tee dum and then WAAAAAA! he'd squeal and throw himself around.  He'd decide he didn't want to do it and just go brain dead stupid.   When he's just sitting there, he's really cute, a fuzzy blond kid with a curled up tail--they say Anatolian Shepherd mix.  He's a big boy.

I watched the whole time, thinking, why is he acting like that?  I like watching Mom work with him.  She's really patient and also firm.  The boss, Lisa and mom would walk around for awhile, then pass him off and say "your turn".  He wouldn't respond to any of it-encouragement, play, treats, corrections.  And they couldn't wear him out. He just didn't want to do what the humans wanted him to do.   They kept saying "And he's ONLY 4 months old!"   Hey you can be a knucklehead at any age.  They think he should be working outdoors with sheep, guarding them.  The boss said he's "hard-wired" for independence and not good for a family pet. 

His humans returned.  The are an older couple.  The pup is already attacking them for food or if he doesn't want his leash on, stuff like that.  The man says he is "committed" to working with him.  My thought was "hoo boy, buckle your seat belt buster, you're in for a rocky ride."  The boss recommended he do research on the breed.  She also recommended that his human tie the pup's leash to his belt loop so the puppy has to go everywhere with him...kind of like an older herding dog teaching the younger one what to do.

I think that pup is going to drive that man batty.  They're coming to class tomorrow night.  The boss said that since we are going to be indoors, his humans will have to leave class if the pup starts throwing fits because he messes things up for the other dogs.

I'm a lucky pup.  Mom said I was "easy." I figured out that going along with Mom is fun.  I like to work with her and she's SO proud of me.  Plus, she has all the good stuff--food, toys.  Humans take you places with them, like the park and on walks.  If you're REALLY good, you get to go everywhere with your human.  Maybe that pup just needs to find a good flock of sheep to go everywhere with.  Then he can be the boss.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>FUN friends!  Fun day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/666915</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Apr 2010 21:42:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm so lucky.  Today, I got to hang out with my friends, Zeus, Jolanda, Iris and Dakota (who I don't ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm so lucky.  Today, I got to hang out with my friends, Zeus, Jolanda, Iris and Dakota (who I don't know very well, yet).   Mom and I met Zeus, Jolanda and Iris (and their humans) for breakfast at a place that really wasn't ready for so many service dogs.  It was funny because the waitress was all worried about the aisles and fire safety, etc., etc.  I whispered to Jolanda, "If you have matches, I have some kerosene."  She chuckled and we both agreed starting fires in a restaurant was a definite "no, no."

Our humans are so silly.  They laughed and laughed and laughed.  I lay behind Jolanda.  She does the BEST belly crawl off the mat.  She uses the stretching technique.  One good stretch leads to another and pretty soon you're out where you can see what's going on.  The waitresses who brought coffee looked nervously at her and Iris and of course, Zeus, so I whispered to Jolanda, "pssst, stretching out into the aisle is a no, no."  She ignores me because she knows I'm just a silly pup.

Then we went to the Empire mine where Kota brought her person Deb.  They like dogs there and we didn't have to put on our vests.  We could be like regular dogs!  I got to get pets from people, the thing Mom usually doesn't allow at all.  Hey, I didn't have my vest on, that opens up all kinds of possibilities.  It was the first time Iris and I really got a proper meeting, the full on sniff fest.  As soon as we met, I thought, "oh goodie, a party girl".  I invited her to play but our moms said not now.    I winked at Iris and said, one of these days, we'll get a good romp.

We walked around a lot.  Our moms took a lot of pictures.  Humans are weird.  You'd think they'd sniff or watch the birds or something, but NO.  They set us up and take pictures.  Here are some Mom took.

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We ran into Mom's friend Betsy.  I haven't seen Betsy in a long time.  She asked if she could pet me and Mom said, sure.  She's not working and she's fully trained now.  I could hear how proud Mom is of me.  I felt all grown up.  Betsy had her nephew with her.  He was all into Zeus.  Who isn't?  Zeus is a charmer.

We were there for a long time.  Then we went to a place where, you guessed it, our humans sat and yacked and laughed.  Jolanda's mom caught me floor surfing for some crumbs, something my mom hasn't seen me do in a VERY long time.  You know why?  I know when she's watching me.  Who is stupid enough to floor surf when someone is watching?  It's a definite, "no, no!"  Mom did that thing she used to do and tore off a piece of her bagel and put it in front of my nose.  When she does that I KNOW not to touch it.  She kept picking it up and dropping it, scooting it around.  I'm thinking, enough already, I get it, the crumbs weren't even worth all that.  

All of my buddies were tired.  Iris put her head on her mom's foot, Zeus was cold so his mom put her jacket over him and he snoozed.  Jolanda lay next to her mom being her charming self.  People looked at them a lot and watched our moms laughing.  None of them could even see me.  I was hiding under the table with the crumbs I couldn't touch.  :(

Now it's bedtime...time to sleep and dream of beautiful spring days and friends...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Giggles and a Bath</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/666718</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 22:44:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My morning started out slow, but finally Mom took me to the park.  She did some drills with me, most ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My morning started out slow, but finally Mom took me to the park.  She did some drills with me, mostly recalls.  If I do what she wants me to do, eventually she gets out my ball and I get to play.

Today, two people were watching us.   When Mom got out the ball and threw it, I went into my yahooooooo full-out run.  But the ball didn't land where I thought it would, so I started running around looking for it.  Sometimes Mom doesn't actually throw it, and instead calls me and I run back to her, sit and focus until she decides it's time to throw the ball.  But this time she said "go find it!" which means it's out there someplace.  I run around with her saying, "good, good, good" when I'm going in the right direction and "nyet, nyet, nyet" when I'm going the wrong way.  Sometimes she gets closer and points at it to give me a better hint.  I always end up finding it and she throws it again.  I don't know why, but today, I kept not seeing where it landed, so we did a lot of "good, good" and "nyet, nyet".  I ran really hard and my tongue was dragging, so Mom picked up my ball and said, "all done".

After we play, Mom always says, "go potty" which I do before we take off to do other things.  Today, I noticed that the two people who were watching us were laughing at me.  The lady says, "you're dog is so funny!"  Mom said, yep, she is.  And the lady said, "and so well-trained" and Mom said, thank you, she's my service dog, so she's had a lot of training.  I love it when Mom acts proud of me.

We did some errands and then went to school.  Tonight, we had two intermediate classes and Mom usually works me during the first one because most of the dogs have been through the class once and she doesn't usually have to help with the dogs.   Tonight, I decided to ignore the recall exercise.  Heck, I did it already today and she didn't have my ball.  I have a feeling we're going to do a lot more recalls here in the next couple of days--maybe even when Mom doesn't have my ball.

Just before bed, Mom picked me up and whisked me into the bathroom.  You know what that means.  She said I was stinky, pulled off my collar and in a matter of seconds, I was in the tub.  I don't like baths much, but you know how humans are, if they want you to take a bath, you take a bath.  I don't fight it.  If I just stand there and cooperate, it is over faster.  Mom usually sings to me and acts silly when she gives me a bath.  She probably thinks that makes my baths more enjoyable--it does, for her!

She used that hot, noisy dryer for a little while and let me run like a maniac around the house for a few minutes.  Then brushed and combed and combed and brushed.  So, for now, I'm clean and sleepy.  time to go to bed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>She Needs an Intervention</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/666531</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 20:50:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, you guys, I'm going to write this really fast, before I get in trouble.  I'm telling on Mom.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, you guys, I'm going to write this really fast, before I get in trouble.  I'm telling on Mom.  She's spending too much time on the computer...WAY too much.  I've had to start doing something I did when I was a puppy to interrupt her unhealthy thinking.  This time it's not thinking it's blanking out in front of the computer screen.  ENOUGH, already.  

When she spends too much time staring at the screen and tapping away, I am now starting to sit and stare at her.  That's right, stare, right at her.  It makes her put down her computer and invite me up into her lap.  Then we cuddle and play a little while.  Usually, she gets it and knows she needs to get up and do something else.  At least I can get her away from it for a few minutes.  Sometimes she goes right back to it, but I'm persistent, I'll come back and stare at her.

Okay, I have to go now.  I have a job to do.  Gotta get Mom off her computer again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Entirely Too Much Rain</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Apr 2010 16:57:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OK, I'm a patient little dog, pretty willing to go along with most anything.  But this RAIN!!!!   Tw ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK, I'm a patient little dog, pretty willing to go along with most anything.  But this RAIN!!!!   Two days in a row, now, Mom hasn't taken me to chase my ball or walk outside or anything.  Frankly, when she opens the door, I just look outside and think, uh-uh, not me, no way.  I'm staying inside.

Mom has been sitting in her chair, playing with her computer.  She makes movies sometimes.  It's weird because I keep hearing familiar voices.  I look around and my friends aren't there.  Mom laughs at me.  She's easily amused and has a goofy laugh.  You can hear it on the movie she made about our fun day last Saturday.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QlReeWRIUY" style="color: #853385; font-size: 14px; font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-decoration: blink;" target="_blank">WAcky BBQ</a>

Today, Mom took on the grocery store, again, not an easy prospect after the two incidents she had last week.  Today, I did a REALLY good job of posting behind Mom.  She nervously over-compensated by handing out my brochures left and right.  One lady who works there said something about my "being in the way".  (She was trying not to step on me while she was flying down the aisle).  Later, Mom gave her one of my brochures and directly said I was trained to "get in the way" because of her PTSD.  The lady was nice and said she was worried about someone running into me.  Mom said, "she's fearless".  I am.  No one has ever run into me.  Why?  Because I'm so damned cute, they notice me long before they get to where I'm sitting.  Sometimes, cute pays off.  I'm hoping Mom gets over this grocery store thing soon so she can relax.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Play Day with my Buddies</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/665889</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Apr 2010 22:45:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow, what a big day!  Mom took me to meet my friends, Jolanda and Josephine and Zeus.  Yes, even tho ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow, what a big day!  Mom took me to meet my friends, Jolanda and Josephine and Zeus.  Yes, even though Zeus is intimidating, he's still my friend.  We walked around and drove around and finally wound up at a place where the humans had breakfast.  I lay under the table between Mom's feet and Zeus' mom's feet and worked really hard at being a little dog.

After breakfast we went for a walk on a trail by the river.  It was a skinny little trail, straight up on one side and straight down on the other.  Mom wouldn't let me off my leash which was just not fair.  Jolanda and Josephine had to stay on their leashes too, so I whispered to them, "this leash thing sucks."  Zeus and his mom stayed in their van so Zeus' mom could read.  It's a good thing because that trail wasn't wide enough for Zeus and his mom to walk side by side.
 
Every once in a while, some maniacal person would come careening over the rocks and zipping down the hill toward us on a bicycle.  Some of them would see us and slow down.  A  couple of them went zipping by like they were the only people on the planet.  We always stepped aside on the uphill side of the trail, so if they wanted to be idiots and tumble head over teakettle down the canyon, we wouldn't stand in their way.

Our humans had talked about a camp-out, but it looked like rain, so instead we went to a grocery store.  I know it doesn't make sense, but it did to them.  They did some shopping.  Someone came up behind Mom, again.  This time, the lady reached right over the top of me and poked Mom in the back to ask about me.  HOO-BOY, Mom took off to the moon.  She said something to the lady about not doing that to her and then the lady bent over to pet me and Mom said, don't do that either.  Mom was freaked out so she rushed to find Zeus and Josephine (and their moms).  She got down on the floor so I could "paws up" and help her.  Poor Mom, she's having some trouble in grocery stores these days and that stupid lady didn't help.

Then the humans went for coffee at Peets.  I'm thinking, when are we going to the campground?

Guess where we wound up?  At the park right by my house where we go every day!  The humans got food out and all us dogs, including Zeus' sister Teagan.  WOW, TWO VERY BIG DOGS.   Teagan wanted to put her nose on me and I didn't want any part of it.  Auntie Sonja had Teagan's leash.  It was funny watching Sonja try to stay on two feet while Teagan tried to chase me!  Believe it or not, Auntie Sonja walked Teagan, Josephine and Jolanda and Mom walked me through the park to our house.  Belle got to meet Sonja who gave Belle lots of well-deserved lovin'.  She called her "chocolate".  Mom loves chocolate so that must be good.

The humans hung out and bbq'd and acted silly and ate.  Mom took some videos so she's going to make a movie about us.  Now, I'm beat.  What a fun, fun day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Private Lesson Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/665700</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Apr 2010 18:53:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We did something new today.  The Boss, Lisa, Mom, Blitzen and I all got in the Boss' truck and went  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We did something new today.  The Boss, Lisa, Mom, Blitzen and I all got in the Boss' truck and went to "evaluate" someone's dog.  Blitzen and I stayed in the truck for awhile.  You should have heard the barking!  WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF!  Later they were talking about how the dog, George, rushed at them and tried to grab at their hands.  Nothing bad happened though.

Lisa came to get Blitzen out of the truck, but they left me there.  Sheesh.  They were all working with George in the back yard.  When they came out of the yard, I saw George's person was in a wheelchair.  George was walking alongside him like regular heeling.  Wow, I thought, that happened fast!

On the way to a shopping center, the humans talked about what a good boy George is, how sweet and mellow, just that he hadn't yet been socialized with people or dogs.   Mom said George had a great temperament for a service dog.  She said he was so smart and so willing to please.

When we got out of the truck, I saw that George looked a little like an Aussie in the back and a terrier in the front.  He's still a young boy, about 9 mos. old.  Lisa and Mom put Blitzen and me to work, walking and running by George, then sitting by him.  Mom and Lisa recruited people coming in and out of the store to walk by George so that the Boss could help George's human teach him to "leave it."  George just hadn't been around people, but when he got used to it, he just sat there or lay down next to his human's wheel chair.

The Boss kept making George's distractions more challenging.  She had Mom take off my vest and release me from working mode which sometimes involves a celebration dance and me talking about it.  Mom jumped up and down to get me to bark and play so that George could learn not to react to that either.

Before we left, the Boss talked to George's human about how George could learn to be a service dog.  When George's human gets the heeling and sitting and watching kids play, etc. handled, they are going to talk some more.  I think George would be a good SD, too.  He is a good boy.  I know what we do is all business, but some day, I'd like to play with George.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Busy, Busy, Busy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/665361</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Apr 2010 21:31:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It seems like we've been going and going lately.  Today, mom had to go down to sacramento to see her ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It seems like we've been going and going lately.  Today, mom had to go down to sacramento to see her therapist, Rosalie.  I like Rosalie.  She's such a sweet lady and Mom likes her a lot.  Last time we were there, Mom got really sad and it went on too long so I got up to get into her lap to help her heart calm down.  Today, Mom was really even and steady.  Her energy wasn't all disrupted.  I just stretched out on my mat and went to sleep.  Rosalie commented that I don't even try to interact with her any more, that I'm all about Mom and napping when I'm there.

Then we drove home...lots of car riding.  Mom did  some things here, then it was back in the car and down to training class.  Tonight, I was so surprised.  My friend Lucille was there!  Oh man!  I love Lucille!  She saw me too.  We both wanted to play.  Our moms said, no can do.  You're at school right now.  We will play another time.  *SIGH*

I lay there and watched as the new class of dogs got fitted with their training collars and start learning.  Mom and Lisa go around and talk with each person.  They help them get started with heeling, show them how to model a "sit" for their dogs and get everybody settled down.  I like watching Mom work with other people and their dogs.  It makes her so happy.  Sometimes she walks alongside the owners and gives them pep talks and coaching.   I watch her for awhile and then fall asleep.  After every body leaves, Mom takes my leash off.   I get to run and talk and wiggle and dance while The Boss and her husband, Art and Lisa give me lovin'.  And now, with a full belly, after a full day, I'm ready to go to bed.  Ah, a dog's life.....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fool-Proofed, HA HA!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/665194</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Apr 2010 21:35:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, yesterday, I snagged an onion skin in the produce aisle, but hey, a girl slips from time to ti ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, yesterday, I snagged an onion skin in the produce aisle, but hey, a girl slips from time to time.

But TODAY, I got to be a rock star!  Mom and the Boss and I went to a mall.  So much stuff going on everywhere which confuses Mom.  All I have to do is stay with her.  She may be all weirded out from everything going on around her, but that's because she's tall.  I'm low to the ground, so my business is putting one paw in front of the other and reminding Mom where the ground is.

We went into different stores, one that sold candles.  The candles smelled so strong I started sneezing.  Mom didn't like it either.  The Boss wanted to buy some, so Mom and I stood outside.

Then the testing started.  Lots of stays, some recalls, some down/stays with Mom and the Boss disappearing while I had to let people walk by in front of me.  Mom and I stood right in the middle of the mall where there were people going every which way with kids hopping and being silly and strollers and people swinging big bags in front of my face as they walked.  We did elevator up, elevator down, lunch, in and out of stores where Mom walked so close to the clothes that I had to step behind her to not touch them.  Then the Boss found a shiny black floor with the sun reflecting off of it and figured THAT would throw me off.   HA!  It didn't.

Then we walked outside and Mom took my vest off.  I let out a happy bark and Mom thought I shouldn't, but the Boss said, hey, she's just celebrating a job well done.  I wiggled all over the place and let both of them pet me while I talked a little bit (used my inside voice even though we were outside).

When we got back, the Boss still hadn't filled out the test form.  She just signed it and told Mom "yeses and ones".   Mom was almost dancing on one toe she was so proud of me.  They are both proud of me and nothing makes me happier than doing a good job!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rebellion and Restraint</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/664996</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Apr 2010 21:31:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom is so proud of me.  I did great with all my public access challenges, she ordered a new vest, ev ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is so proud of me.  I did great with all my public access challenges, she ordered a new vest, everything was going her way.  HAH!  Not so fast!  I still have a mind of my own, you know.

Lately, I've been rolling my eyes when she asks me to focus.  It's a teenager thing, even though I'm too old for that.  We are now practicing "focus" before EVERYTHING!  I guess I have to do it right so we can get on with it.

Today, I surprised her by sneaking a tiny piece of onion skin into my mouth while we were in the grocery store.  I would have gotten away with it too except that it stuck to the roof of my mouth and I started gagging.  Mom was relieved I was still wearing my "in training" vest while I was coughing and choking in the produce aisle.  You know, my pals reading this.  Rebellion doesn't pay off.  Take it from me.

On another note, Mom and I were at the coffee shop today.  There was a lady sitting at a table next to us.  She kept stretching her leg out and putting her foot right over my belly as I lay there.  I couldn't figure out what she was doing, so I started to sniff her foot.  How could I help it, it was right in front of my face?  If she had lowered it, she would have landed right on top of me.  Mom said to her, "excuse me, but did you know my dog is under there?"  The woman looked shocked.  OH, I didn't expect a DOG to be there!  Then she reached down to pet me.  Mom said, "please don't pet her" twice. then said "she's working."

The woman was snarky, looked at me and said, "you just go ahead and work."  She was sitting at the table with the owner of the coffee shop who is a friend of Mom's.  That was pretty poor form on the snarky lady's part.  Mom was glad that Amy got to witness that because she knows how good a little worker I am.

I handled it all with grace, got up when Mom asked me too, waited while she folded my mat, then followed her to the bathroom.  When we got in there, Mom leaned over and gave me a kiss on the nose and said I was "awesome"!  YUP, onion skin and all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>BO-O-O-Oring</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/664784</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Apr 2010 19:19:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, I'm a power napper.  I can nap, no problem.  Today has been almost all nap.  It is windy and r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, I'm a power napper.  I can nap, no problem.  Today has been almost all nap.  It is windy and raining.  Mom didn't go anywhere.  Heck, she didn't even take a shower.  She smells like herself only more.  I don't even have to get close to sniff her.   Is that too much information?

Today, I didn't even play with my toys much.  I did some chewing, but no tossing stuff around.  Belle had spurts of playtime with me.  Thank goodness for that.  She's having one of her good days.  Mom gave her some aspirin this morning.  That definitely helps.  Still, mostly we napped.

I'm glad we got to go out and play yesterday.  I hope we can go out and play tomorrow.  Otherwise, my diary will be just as boring as my day was.  *sigh*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rain, Rain Go Away!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/664349</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Apr 2010 20:06:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I didn't get to chase my ball today  WAAAAAAAAA!  I don't mind the rain.  I just shake out my coat,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I didn't get to chase my ball today  WAAAAAAAAA!  I don't mind the rain.  I just shake out my coat, Mom wipes me down with a towel and no big deal.  I don't get wet underneath.  I wish Mom thought about it the same way.  She can take her coat off, too.  She stays dry underneath.  So why won't she take me to the park?

We did go to have lunch and to the grocery store today.  I guess she figured since we were mostly indoors it was okay.

That means I have to amuse myself.  I went through my toy basket and took stuff out, left some of it around the sides of the basket.  I was looking for the toys underneath--ones I hadn't played with for awhile.   I brought them out, tossed them around, chewed a little and then got a different one.  On her way to the bathroom, Mom stepped on a bone and said "OUCH!" and then something called an obscenity.  Sometimes she forgets we have a parrot that repeats stuff.  She'll remember when she hears him say it.

When she came back, she picked up everything and put it back in my basket.  Sheesh, now I have to get it all out again.  Don't worry.   Our house isn't very big.  Between now and bedtime, I can spread things around pretty well.  I'll try to get a squeaky toy somewhere between the bed and the bathroom where Mom will step on it in the middle of the night.  It totally shocks her and wakes me up so I can laugh at my own joke.  Then I go back to sleep.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Graduation Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/664102</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Apr 2010 16:51:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We got together with the boss today for lunch.  She and Mom shuffled some papers, laughed a little b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We got together with the boss today for lunch.  She and Mom shuffled some papers, laughed a little bit, ate lunch.  Then we went different places around town, kind of like a regular day for me.  It was hard for me not to want to play with the Boss, but I learned that when you're working, you're working.  It doesn't matter who is around.  I like her energy though, so it was nice having her doing stuff with us.  Mom kept pointing at me and saying what was obvious which made the Boss laugh.  I figured out all of those things were on the papers they read through at lunch.

After we finished grocery shopping, the Boss said, "flying colors" whatever that means.  She said she'd sign off that I did everything exactly right...exactly?  Hmmm.  They decided to take me to a big mall called the galleria next week.  I haven't been there.  Mom thinks it would be cool to take me in there for the first time with the Boss so they can "fool proof" me.  Okay, it's April fool's day today, so didn't we "fool proof" me today?  Humans sometimes just don't make sense.  Whatever the galleria is, I'm sure it will be fun.  Where ever Mom goes, I go and having the Boss along just makes it double the fun.

When Mom first sat down at lunch and handed the Boss papers, calling them a "test" I wondered what they were cooking up.  As it turns out, it was just another day for me.  Mom's really happy.  She says I'm getting a new vest.  Well, okay...Mom is really pleased with me, that's what I care about.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pretty Feet and Perfume</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/663741</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 21:17:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today, for the first time, I rode in the car with my sister Belle.  Mom doesn't like taking her in t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today, for the first time, I rode in the car with my sister Belle.  Mom doesn't like taking her in the car because she acts so nutty.  Lisa has the same problem with Blitzen and solved it using two tie down hooks and two leashes to keep Blitzen in one place.   Mom put two leashes on either side of Belle and tied them to the little hooks in the back of the car.  That kept her from spinning around.  She didn't do what Mom calls swirls and dipsy doodles.  When Belle discovered it was most comfortable to just sit there and look over the seat, she calmed right down.

Mom took us both down to the Boss' grooming salon for pedicures.  She took us in one at a time, Belle first. When she was done, it was my turn.  I'm always happy to see the Boss and Lisa who both work there.  Mom put me up on the table and the Boss clipped my nails, combed up the fur around and under my feet and clipped it. She trimmed my hocks.  Lisa came over and said, "Ah, they look like puppy feet."  Sheesh, they ARE the same feet I came in the salon with.

The Boss, thinking maybe she could solve the stinky butt problem (causing my frequent butt baths) started combing and parting my coat around my butt.  I know what she was looking for, but she couldn't find it!  HA!  I don't even have a big enough tail to have a landmark.  Then she says to Mom, "I think anything I do would mess up how cute her butt is."  My thinking exactly.  Lisa combed my feathers straight up and said, what if we trim it like this.  The Boss said, no, that's part of her personality, that fur shaking back and forth when she wiggles.  I'm glad they are all interested in keeping my butt well groomed...that makes them kind of like dogs because we dogs like dog butts, too.

After all that discussion, the Boss brought out this spray stuff and spritzed it around me.  BLECCH!  I didn't smell bad today, so what's up with the baby powder perfume?  I guess all that talk about my butt made her decide I needed it.

When you're a dog, you kind of have to roll with this stuff.  Humans mean well, they really do...I like my pretty feet. I could have done without the perfume.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Big Day with a Big Dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/663516</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Mar 2010 20:26:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Even though it was raining, Mom took me to the park for a few ball chases, not many, just enough to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Even though it was raining, Mom took me to the park for a few ball chases, not many, just enough to run hard.  We went to a neighboring town to meet Zeus and his mom for some coffee.  I didn't know that's what we were doing until Mom took me into the back room and said to this weird guy that she was saving a big chair (with a big space in front of it) for a very large service dog.  The people around said, yeah, yeah.  Then Zeus came in.  It's funny when people's eyebrows go up and their eyes get really big and they all do that at the same time.

I admit it, I'm intimidated by Zeus.  I feel like a 2 year old looking up at Shaquille O'Neill.  I do better looking at him from a little distance.  Up close, all I see are jowls.  Mom says one of these days, I'll get over my shyness, but for now, I like some space between us.  I prefer to think of it as good manners.  Man is Zeus patient.  People get right up into his face.  The goofy guy at the coffee place even picked up his foot to compare it to his hand and Zeus didn't yell at him or anything.  I'm glad people don't do that to me, especially when I'm working.  I was stowed away in a little space under a table, so all I did was watch (and get a couple of head pats from Zeus' mom...and mine too of course).

Our moms took us to a crafts store where again, people were all over Zeus.  I wanted to say, "get a boundary," but at least they were ignoring me, so I just watched.

Later, we all went to another coffee place, Mom's favorite.  Our moms wanted to yack some more.  Why do people talk so much?  I snoozed and periodically heard Zeus snoring.  He does his job like I do...lots of little naps.

It was a day like most days, park, coffee, shopping, whatnot...today it was different because we were with friends.  Mom likes that.  She likes going places with just me, too.  I'm not much of a talker (well, I'm not SUPPOSED to talk).  Mom really enjoys talking with another human.  I'm all for Mom's enjoyment, so if it means getting close to a giant dog, I'll do it...for Mom.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lazy Day for Me...Big Things Ahead</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/663193</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 22:52:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It was sunny today.  UMMMMM, I love lying on the grass when it's sunny.  My sister, Belle and I were ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was sunny today.  UMMMMM, I love lying on the grass when it's sunny.  My sister, Belle and I were outside most of the day.  Mom had the door open.  Whenever I wanted to, I could look through the screen door to see what she was doing.  She was on the computer a lot.  When she started to clean the bird cage, Belle perked up.  Belle loves it when Mom cleans the bird cage because she takes the rug out from underneath and shakes it out over the back side of the deck.  We can't get to where the seeds and stuff fall, but we both watch to see if any seeds blow back onto the deck.  The wind was blowing the wrong way today...oh well, a girl can always hope.

After Mom had lunch, she finished cleaning the house, on the computer some more, then on the phone for awhile.  I thought she'd NEVER take me to the park.  Mom always comes through.  We practiced things I need to learn for the advanced obedience demo at the fairgrounds in June.  Then she threw the ball for me until I was so tired I plopped on my belly.

Later, she talked to the Boss on the phone about website and class schedules, blah, blah blah...THEN, they started talking about ME!  The Boss thinks I'm working like a pro and that I'm ready to go full-time--lose the "in training" patch.  They are going to get together for lunch this week, look over the public access test and talk about that.  I am not worried about it.  My job won't change.  I can't read the patches anyway, so, whatever....

Mom thinks it's cool that the Boss is so proud of how well we are doing.  Mom ordered a new vest for me.   I don't know when I'll start wearing it.  When I do she wants to celebrate with our friends.  We'll keep everybody posted on how it's going.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More Like a Regular Day, sort of....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/662984</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Mar 2010 18:42:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has been doing so much.  I just go along, that's my job.  We've had a lot of variety this week a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has been doing so much.  I just go along, that's my job.  We've had a lot of variety this week and it made Mom really tired.

Today, we started out at the park, like usual.  Mom had to go to the dentist. Since she got her tooth fixed, she has been getting sore jaw muscles and headaches.  Everyone at the dentist's office is so nice.  I'm unique for them, probably the only service dog that goes in there.  They see me as a pro and treat me that way.  Mom's dentist used that high pitched thing to shape her crown better.  I just lay there, no problems for Mom so I snoozed.

We came home for a few minutes.  Mom caught up on emails, picked up our poops and we were off again.  She really needs to clean the house starting with the bird cage.  Belle and I know when the bird cage needs cleaning.  If Mom lets it go for more than 3 days, Belle starts trying to figure out a way to get in and get the stuff on the paper--well, SOME of it is food.  Belle has a food obsession because before Mom got her, she was left without food and water for a few days.  Even though Mom feeds us well, Belle is always uncertain where her next meal is coming from.

Mom didn't clean anything and instead took me to our coffee place.  I slept.  Then we went to get some dog food.  A stupit rude dog rushed at me when we walked in the door.  My mom is quick and reached out to grab the dog's flexi-leash cord before he got to me.  She caught him like a fish on a line and handed him back to the stupid lady who was clueless about her equally stupid dog.  Anyway, I got out of there safe thanks to Mom's lightening like reflexes.

We went grocery shopping after that.  Mom has been working on her computer since--going through pictures to put on the boss' websites, doing emails and stuff.  I want her to play more.  I'm going to work on that and get back to you on how I do.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Having a Witness</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/662799</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 16:56:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday, Mom had to head back down to Sacramento because that's where her therapist is.  We had be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday, Mom had to head back down to Sacramento because that's where her therapist is.  We had been there for the airport trip the day before and Mom was still tired.  She really wanted to see her therapist though because one of her closest friends has gone sideways over of all things ME!  Sheesh.  Mom really needed to talk about it.

Mom's therapist is such a nice lady.  She likes me, I can tell.  I want to go cuddle with her, but I'm always working when I'm in her office, so I don't.  Mom told her what happened with her friend, then broke down and cried.  I'm okay with Mom crying if it doesn't go on too long, so I just lay there.  Then I noticed Mom's breathing wasn't quite right, so I looked up to see what was going on.  She gave me the paws up sign and I jumped up and put my paws on her knee.  She gathered me into her lap with her arm under my butt.  Sometimes I wrap a paw around her neck and put my face next to hers.  I decided that this time, she needed help with her heart.  I pushed my back up against her chest and she hugged me for a minute or two.  When her heart and breathing got better, I turned around and looked at her.  She still had tears but she had calmed down.  I gave her a little lick on the nose, my kiss of approval, like saying "good girl" to her like she does to me.  Then she put me back down on my mat.

I looked over my shoulder and saw that she was fine, so I lay back down, glancing at Mom's therapist.  Mom's therapist said, Wow, it's great to see how she works with you.  It was the first time Mom needed an intervention during one of her appointments.  I was happy to oblige.  The two of them kept talking, Mom had relaxed, so I went to sleep.  Mom did the "good girl" thing on the way home again.   She could have licked me on the nose, but that's MY praise for her--she uses words.  We both know what we're saying so it doesn't matter.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Silly Mom, That's What I'm There For</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/662463</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 19:22:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We had a HUGE big day.  We met up with a bunch of our friends at a place I've never been, the airpor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had a HUGE big day.  We met up with a bunch of our friends at a place I've never been, the airport.  Evidently, Mom hasn't been there in a long time either.  She had that anxiety energy going at first.  We weren't even going anywhere!

She parked far away and we rode on this funny little bus.  I haven't ridden on one of those, but whatever.  We hung out with our friends for awhile.  That made Mom forget she was in the dreaded airport.  Eventually, we walked to an area where Mom took off her shoes and my leash and collar.  She put a pretty rainbow ribbon around my neck as a leash so we wouldn't set off any alarms.  A man had to look inside Mom's hat and feel under my belly to make sure I wasn't a terrorist.  Then we went to hang out with Jolanda, Iris, Ollie, Zeus and my new friend Polar some more.  Becker's mom was there, too, but I haven't met Becker yet.

Mom and Jolanda's mom are so silly.  They measured us as "carry-ons".  Jolanda's mom took pictures.  I think I'm "carry on" size, but Jolanda's pushing it.

Finally, we got to go on the plane.  Mom and I were the first in.  She took me into a row and I crawled under the seat in front of her and lay down.  Mom was SO surprised.  I don't know why.  Where she goes I go, no problem.  Everybody else got on the plane, too.  The pilot and flight attendants all watched us and made over Zeus (everybody makes over Zeus).

After that, we met our friends again, this time for snacks and coffee.  They sat around on a couch and chairs and all us dogs crammed in around a table.  Our people yacked some more.  You'd think they would have finished all that yacking by then, but no...people like to yack.

On the way home, Mom kept saying "you are SUCH a good girl!"  Whaaaa?  What's the big deal?  Evidently, Mom was surprised that the airport and airplane and shuttle were so easy peasy.  At a stop light, she turned around and smiled at me with the good girl thing again.  I just said, look Mom, that's what I'm here for...just doing my job.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Of Tunnels and Bathtubs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/662251</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 19:15:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My Mom is SO easy.  I have her wrapped around my little paw.  Dog pals, send your people out of the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My Mom is SO easy.  I have her wrapped around my little paw.  Dog pals, send your people out of the room...are they gone?

Okay.  If you want some REALLY cool playthings in your backyard, here's what you do.  No matter HOW much exercise you get, when evening comes, go run around your backyard like a maniac.  Circles are best.  Run and run and run.  Pick up a toy, throw it in the air and run some more.  Mom watched me do this a few times and thought, you know, Rethy needs something more interesting to do in the yard.  Ka CHING!  She ordered an agility tunnel for me.  (Her bookmarks on her computer also have a little agility kit marked.  She may get that for me too, but she doesn't have a lot of money, so I may have to wait for that.)   Anyhoo, my tunnel came today.  I was back and forth, in and out and around, Mom saying "tunnel" "tunnel".    I got so happy and so excited.  Now I want a jump, at least one.  Until I get it, you know what I'll do--it's the circle thing.

Okay, you can let your people back in the room now.  I also got a bath today.  It wasn't a little foot bath or a butt bath, it was everything.  Then I got a comb-out.  I can't say that I like either one of those things, but I go along,  After Mom gets done with all of it, guess what I do?  Run around some more.  But she keeps me in the house, so I just spin and jump on my sister and run from one room to the other and jump on my sister and spin.  Then I nap.  And now, I'm almost dry.  Where's my dinner?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Got It!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/661897</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 20:54:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has been working for a couple of weeks on training me a kind of show off move.  It's called &quot;Dro ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has been working for a couple of weeks on training me a kind of show off move.  It's called "Drop on Recall."  The Boss has Blitzen and Lisa do it for every training class because it is a hard thing to learn and requires a dog to have a LOT of self-control.  Like that walking stand/stay where we're heeling along and Mom puts her hand down and gives me the stay signal then just walks off.   Man, it's hard to just stand there, but I do. Wouldn't you know...all the hard stuff seems to require self-control.  

Mom has been teaching me the drop on recall in stages.  Actually, I knew what she wanted me to do a few days ago but she likes to make sure I'm solid on the different stages before she tests it.  She finally gave me a chance to do it today.  She put me in a sit/stay and walked far away.  She gave me the recall signal and said "front!"  I took off at a dead run like I always do.  I was halfway there when she gave me the down signal and said "drop!".  I took a couple of steps and plopped on my belly, looking at her, saying ha HA, I did it!  I had one of my big smiles going.  She did too.  She stood there for a little bit telling me how good I am, then gave me a hand signal and said "finish".  I ran to her, went around the back of her feet and sat in heel position.  I looked at her and said, "See how good I am?  Will you throw my ball for me NOW?"

She laughed at me, took my leash off and said "OKAY, All done!"  Then she pulled out the chuck-it stick.  WAHOOO!!  Now THAT'S what I wanted.  If it takes a show-off move, great, bring it on!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hoo Boy, Lots Going ON!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/661419</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 20:44:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom sat down today and said, &quot;Rethy, it all happens at once, eh?&quot;  I thought, well, I'm not sure, bu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom sat down today and said, "Rethy, it all happens at once, eh?"  I thought, well, I'm not sure, but if you say so.  She was talking about the fence falling apart, the kitchen sink backing up and the dsl going out all at the same time.  Mom doesn't just let stuff be, she has to cogitate on it.  Me, hey, if I break a toy, I just play with the pieces or if I'm digging and run into a strong root, I just start another hole.  You know, just roll with it

Mom pretty much does that, but today, while Larry our landlord was under the sink with his butt crack showing (my butt is much cuter), Mom was thinking, what do a broken fence, a backed up sink and messed up communication have in common?  You know, she actually figured out something deep--humans think they are so smart.   I think they think to much.  To me, what that stuff has in common is they all happened on the same day.  They're fixed so now let's go play in the park.

Tonight, the Boss' husband Art took our picture for the training school website.  I sat on the dog walk and Mom and I looked at each other.  She put the full picture on the website, but cropped it down for my dogster page.  She likes it.  Then it must be good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Out with Zeus</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/660989</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 21:07:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom took me out to chase my ball this morning.  I love that.  It's our morning ritual and means she' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom took me out to chase my ball this morning.  I love that.  It's our morning ritual and means she's getting me ready for work.  Then we were in the car for awhile.  When we stopped, we went into a bank where Mom stood at the window for a very long time.  I "post"ed behind her like I'm supposed to.  Lots of people came through the line while I was sitting there.  Some people are so rude.  They just stare at me.  Sheesh.  I wanna say whhaaaa?  

The bank floor was slippery which makes my butt slide out from under me.  I can keep pulling myself back up for a couple of minutes, but finally, I gave up and leaned against Mom's leg.  Whew.  Sometimes a girl without a tail needs a little extra support.  Mom got tired of waiting for the bank teller to figure out what she was supposed to do and we left to go meet Zeus.

Zeus and I lay on the floor of the coffee place for a very long time while our mom's talked. The best thing about being with Zeus is that no one stares at me.  They stare at him.  He doesn't mind it.  I kind of disappear and can just relax.

When we got home, Belle was happy to see us.  She had been outside on her big cushy bed on the deck.  Mom gives her a Kong with stuff frozen inside so she has a treat and something she can work on while we're gone.  Belle told me she's feeling better today, and I don't have to bark at her to get her up the stairs.  That's a relief.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Big Day for Me and My Sister is Getting OLD</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/660792</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 20:23:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hooo boy, I'm pooped.  My friend Lucille came to visit today.  We went over to the ball park and RAN ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hooo boy, I'm pooped.  My friend Lucille came to visit today.  We went over to the ball park and RAN and RAN and RAN.  We did two complete laps of the whole baseball field and then ran some more.  Then we rolled around and played and got up and ran some more.  After that our moms took us to their favorite place to have lunch and it was warm enough that we could sit outside.  That was good because Lucille isn't a service dog and I didn't want her to have to stay in the car.  Mom took pictures of us and will put one or two on my page.

My sister Belle isn't doing so great.  I'm worried about her.  She's an old girl.  Her hips hurt and she has a hard time getting up and down the stairs to go potty.  Not too long ago, she started peeing on the edge of the deck.  Mom caught her doing it and now walks her down the stairs to our doggie ramp to make sure she gets out to the yard.  Mom is talking about getting one of the sling like things to help support Belle's belly while she walks her down the stairs.  I hope that hurts.

Mom gives her glucosamine every night (I get a treat too, but mine isn't medicine).  Tonight, Mom put some of that cheesy stuff for our kong toys onto an aspirin and gave it to Belle.  When I smelled it, I wanted some too, but then I realized it was medicine for my sister.  Mom says she has to figure something out about this because Belle is so old, she's likely to get worse and not better.  I'm doing my best to play and keep her young.  I hope it works.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm not the only one!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/660430</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 20:22:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today it was POURING rain.   The rain doesn't bother me, I have a natural raincoat.  Mom doesn't lik ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today it was POURING rain.   The rain doesn't bother me, I have a natural raincoat.  Mom doesn't like to stand out in it though so she didn't take me to ball chase.  We've only missed 3 days of ball chasing this winter--I keep count.  Today, we went directly to our favorite coffee place.   When we were standing in line a lady came over and said "OH, is that a mini-Aussie?"  Mom said yes.  The lady was kind of excited and said her deaf daughter has a mini-Aussie service dogs who looks almost exactly like me.  Mom loved that.

They stood there and talked about how wonderful we are, how attentive and calm we are, how much we love our jobs...blah, blah, blah.  I like hearing Mom brag on me, but this time it was really good because the lady knew what she was talking about. 

Then we went over to the grocery store.  I love it when Mom puts on my vest and lets me out of the car, then says "you're workin'."  I love to trot along in my vest and take on our adventures.  Even if we go the same places, it's always fun.  Today, though, I got curious about some of the smells.  I don't usually do this, but hey a girl gets curious.  It started with the egg display.  Mom caught me starting to sniff the metal box and I heard, "ah-ah!"  I know what that means--busted.  Then when we were in line, I started to sniff the grocery cart.  It's just a grocery cart!.  Another "ah-ah".  Sheesh.  Now that she has caught me, I know she's going to be watching.  Oh well.  I know the rules.  It's just that some days....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gardening Leads to Baths</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/659809</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Mar 2010 21:09:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's what Mom told me while I was in the tub all covered in shampoo.  She said, are we ever going  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's what Mom told me while I was in the tub all covered in shampoo.  She said, are we ever going to get your feet white again?  The dirt in our yard is rich and red.  It smells so yummy.  It gets between my toes.  Mom asked me if I knew that landscaping led to baths would I still do it.  You bet I would!  No measely bath can take away my passion for gardening.  As soon as I have a few minutes out there on my own, I'll be right back to it.  It's almost Spring you know.

Mom is getting ready for Spring.   A couple of weeks ago, she got some more dirt and filled my plowed spots in.   It's not as good as the old dirt.  I like the red stuff that's under the grass better, so I make sure I landscape only where grass is (or was).  She bought grass seeds and fertilizer but won't spread them until it is warm enough.  In the meantime, I will keep on plowing when I can.  

I'm just a curly, sweet smelling damp fluff ball.  I've been running around, throwing the toy Dora's mom made for me up in the air, then chasing it.  Now, I'm tired.  It'll be time for bed soon, but Mom always lets us out to potty first.  I wonder if I could get just one good dig in that rich red earth before bed?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Down for the Count</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/659493</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Mar 2010 10:22:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Uh-oh, Mom is not doing so great today.  I only noticed it when I got back in from outside after lan ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Uh-oh, Mom is not doing so great today.  I only noticed it when I got back in from outside after landscaping.  It must have rained last night because the earth was PERFECT for my part of the job.  When Mom came out to let me in, she said, "OH, you've been landscaping."  Yep, I thought.  Pretttty nice hole this time, Mom.  You'll be proud.  She picked me up and whooshed me into the bathtub to rinse off my paws.  You never know when you're in there if it's going to be a paw bath, a butt bath or the whole she-bang.  Just paw bath today.

When I came back into the living room, I could see that Mom's eyes are drooping.  When that happens, the couch turns into a magnet and Mom just sinks into it.  That's not a good sign.  My bed is at one end of the couch and my sister Belle's bed is at the other.  We curl up and stay with her while she is like this.  I hope she gets better soon.   I don't like it when she gives in like that.  Kermit is doing his part to cheer her up.  He's over there saying "peek-a-boo"  "Do you want some apple?" "Here's some peanut butter" and other silly stuff he says.  The good thing is, Mom ALWAYS gets up at some point to take me for a walk or ball-chase, usually also for coffee.  She doesn't look like she'll be up to the coffee today, but a girl can hope....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On the Job</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/659409</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Mar 2010 21:15:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hoo boy, I've had my paws full the past couple of days.  Mom has gone in and out of being a real mes ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hoo boy, I've had my paws full the past couple of days.  Mom has gone in and out of being a real mess.  One of her friends decided to let lose on Mom about me.  I don't think it's about me or about Mom.  I sense that Mom's friend is unstable right now.   It's actually a good thing that Mom's friend said the things she did because at least Mom knows what her friend is thinking.  Problem is, Mom takes stuff in and let's it hurt her.  Friday, she got very hurt and cried a lot.  Then Saturday, we ran into her friend and Mom told her friend how she felt.  Her friend got mad and stomped off.  Mom just sat in the car and cried.  I climbed up on the console to put my face next to hers.  She gave me a kiss and I gave her one back.  I stayed there for awhile, just watching over her.

Later, Mom's friend sent her an email that made her go wonky.  I felt Mom go numb.  That's never good.  She leaned way back in her chair, like she was about to pass out.  I did "paws up" on her chair.  She put her arm around my butt and lifted me into her lap.  I sank into her arm and poked my nose in her ear and licked her cheek.  I decided to stay there until her feet weren't numb any more.  After while, I put my paw up on her nose.  That snapped her out of it.  She got on all fours with me and my sister.  We played our pack growling and romping game.  Whew!  Good save.

Today, Mom has been up some and down some.  It was beautiful outside.  She took me to the park to play.  For awhile we just sat there and enjoyed the day, watching kids throw a football with their parents.  I lay right between Mom's feet because I know she needed me close.

She went to have coffee.  Several ladies there showed lots of interest in me.  Mom gave them pamphlets.  After we did some shopping, we came home.  Mom has been messing with her computer off and on since.  I usually lie in a bed or at the doorway to keep my eyes on her, but it seemed better to be up close to her today, so I lay by her feet.  I don't like her to feel crummy and believe me, if there's anything I can do to help, I will.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What a fun, full day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/658876</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Mar 2010 21:16:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Some dogs are just lucky, I guess...like ME.  I had so much fun today.  First Mom took me over to th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some dogs are just lucky, I guess...like ME.  I had so much fun today.  First Mom took me over to the park to chase my ball, then she had to go to the skin dr.  He had prescribed this cream she rubbed on her face to make brownish red blotches.  Humans, sheesh, why do they do this stupid stuff?  Anyway, Mom went to see him because she got the blotches but nothing else happened.  He looked at her face and said "it worked."  She seemed happy about that, so I sat up on my mat and started to move toward her--it was time to leave right?  Then, mid sentence, Mom puts her hand up in the air (my signal to "drop").  I saw that she wasn't ready to leave so I just backed up and dropped down on my mat.  The dr. and nurse both looked at Mom, then looked at me and laughed.  What's so funny?

After that, we went to do laundry.  We always walk over to Raley's for a few things, then to Peets to get coffee during the wash cycle.  When we're in the store, I'm now really good at looking where Mom's feet are headed and sticking right with her.  Mom hardly pays attention to me when she's shopping because I just follow her like she taught me.  People look at us coming down the aisle sometimes with Mom trying to find something on a shelf (or talking to herself about it) and me trotting along with her.  Mom doesn't see some of the funny looks we get because she's all caught up trying to find something or comparing prices or reading labels.  Cracks me up.

After the laundry was done, Mom took me to the park again--man did I luck out.  We played ball some more and went home.

There was a dog class tonight--recall and finish lesson.  Mom took me over early like she always does to throw the ball for me, but tonight, what a surprise!  Some agility equipment was out on the lawn!  WAHOO!  Mom set up a jump and had me running over dogwalks and doing jumps and I got SO happy.  I started barking like I do--it's my "agility bark."

When we got into the classroom, I played with Blitzen for a minute or two, then crawled into my little spot and curled up to dream about summer time and agility.  I had to come out and demonstrate "swing" finish for little dogs, but my heart wasn't into it.  To demonstrate, Mom has to pretend I don't know how to do it yet, but heck, I do.  So I just did it.  The people in the class laughed at me.  The Boss couldn't help it, she laughed to, but then she took my leash and demonstrated what she wanted to show and I did it right for her--after all, she IS the boss.

I got to play 3 separate times today, including some AGILITY.  And twice, during work time, I goof-balled a little bit and got laughed at.  I'm so glad my mom likes me to be funny, even if it means I'm not "perfect".  She knows I know my jobs, both of them, so when I give her a chuckle, it's okay...actually, it's something I do to keep mom healthy...keep her laughing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just Doing My Job</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/658221</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Mar 2010 17:32:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom wasn't sure about this, but her friends said that Avatar wasn't &quot;violent&quot;.   Since it's nominate ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom wasn't sure about this, but her friends said that Avatar wasn't "violent".   Since it's nominated for just about everything in the academy awards, they said she should see it before Sunday night's party. 

Today, after a great walk, we went to the movies.  I've done theaters before.  I know the drill.   I was all settled in a nest Mom made with her sweatshirt and my mat.  When the previews started, there were lots of flashes and booms.  I looked at Mom.  She was okay, so I just relaxed.  I didn't get why she wanted to be there, but whatever.  Mom wore weird glasses to watch the movie and they bothered her, so she would take them off every once in awhile.  She was getting a headache and wasn't sure whether it was the glasses or the booms and big noises that were causing it.  I'm okay with big noises, not a scaredy dog, so if it's okay with her, it's okay with me.  But I wasn't watching the movie.  She was trying to be okay.  She crammed popcorn in her mouth like she was starving, sucked on her soda and I felt her getting more and more tense.

At one point, she started gathering up stuff like we were going to leave, then, I guess she decided to tough it out.  She doesn't like to give up on things.  I waited a couple of minutes, then got up and started bumping her.  She had started vibrating like she does.  I had to get her out of there.  She patted me and said, "Okay Rethy, I get it."

She couldn't get out of there fast enough.  She dumped those weird glasses into a bin and went to get her money back.  Go Mom!

When we got outside, all the way to the car and when she got me in and my vest off, she kept telling me what a good girl I am.  She did that cuddle and growl thing we do with each other sometimes.  She says what a good grrrrrrrrl.  And I say grrrrrrr back and nudge her face and wiggle.  That's my way of say, just doin' my job, Mom.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Working and Getting Nutty</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/658062</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 20:17:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mostly, I'm a REALLY good girl.  I play, I work.  Mom takes me places.  Today, after Mom threw the b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mostly, I'm a REALLY good girl.  I play, I work.  Mom takes me places.  Today, after Mom threw the ball for me for awhile, she went out for coffee and bagel.   I lay on my mat and avoided floor surfing with my nose--that's harder than it sounds.

Then we went for a walk along the street, looking into the shops.  We walked through a cluster of people that included a couple of boxers who had their backs turned.  When we came back up the street one of the boxers was staring at me--so rude.  It was one of those "I dare you" stares.   The dog was fixated on me so I just stepped behind Mom.  A little girl was holding the dog's leash.  If the boxer decided to rush us, that kid would have gone head over tea kettle.   Mom stopped and said to the girl's mom, "could you please redirect your dog, she's staring mine down."  Someone else on the sidewalk said, "thank you" to Mom.  I guess the boxer had been doing that to people, too.  The lady got her dogs under control then acted like what they were doing was no big deal.  Some people just don't teach their dogs manners.  I'm glad Mom was looking out for us.

After that, we went to visit a couple of Mom's friends.  Mom gets really happy when she sees them, so I get excited and squeak and wiggle.  Okay, I know the rules, I don't get petted until I calm down, but hey!  I'd done my ball chase, taken a snooze at the coffee house, run the gauntlet between two rude boxers, so I just had to throw in some wiggles and squeaks.  They ignored me, all 3 of them.  Sheesh.  I know Mom does this because I need to be calm in social situations.   The Boss told her a long time ago that my excitement needs to be ignored and my calmness rewarded.  Do you ever notice that humans conspire?

Next week, we're going to those friends' house to watch the Academy Awards.  There will be lots of people there, so Mom said she's going to put me in "work" mode so I stay calm.  I don't go nutty when I'm wearing my vest.  People notice and compliment me when I'm working, so that's actually a good thing.  Mostly, I just want to be with my mom and her friends.  That's the best thing...well, next to chasing my ball, oh, then there's agility and my squeaky donut.  HA!  I guess I like everything.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One Tired Pup</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/657702</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 19:53:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Whew! Am I tired.  Mom took me down to my friend Lucille's house for a play date today.  Lucille has ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whew! Am I tired.  Mom took me down to my friend Lucille's house for a play date today.  Lucille has a HUGE yard, more than a yard, it's like a grove.  There are fruit trees and a pool and a big old barn and chickens, I mean it's like a little farm.  It's all fenced in though.  Lucille's mom gets on a tractor and mows so the grass is REALLY nice.  My friend Lucille and I run and run and run and run and run.  Then we play and play and play.  Mom calls us Frick and Frack.  She made a little movie of us to put on my page.

I'm glad I got some good play on today.  Just as we were leaving, it started to storm, so there's not much play in the forecast over the next day or two.  I say that I'm tired now, but as soon as I get up in the morning, I'll be ready for a good hearty ball chase, you just watch...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good Training Class, &quot;What a good human&quot;</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/657434</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 12:00:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night was a first class for this round of basic training.  There will be another basic class to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night was a first class for this round of basic training.  There will be another basic class tonight.

I loved watching last night's class.  The humans were having fun.  That makes such a difference.  Mom worked with people one on one for the first time and she did great.  I like watching her help people get ready for class and how encouraging she is.  She wants the people to relax so they can enjoy the class more.

We had mostly puppies, the youngest being 3 months old.  Her dad is training her as his "senior project" for school.  I always thought seniors were the old people in the classes who have a hard time hearing and leaning over.  They seem to pick the smallest dogs and always need more help. One couple yells at each other and their dog because they are both losing their hearing.  Everybody in their class hates that because yelling during training stresses other people (and their dogs).  

Anyhoo, it was fun watching this young guy teaching his puppy to heel by patting his leg and making happy voices.  The pup just bounced along, not always in heel position, but enjoying his dad encouraging him like it was a game.  That's how my mom started my training, too.  The pup is a German Shepherd.  She's going to be beautiful--will look a lot like Blitzen.

After everyone left, the Boss, Lisa and Mom were so happy.  It's great when the people come in with positive attitudes and really want to bond with their dogs.  When Mom let me out of my little enclosure, I went between her and The Boss, talking about the class and wiggling.  I told them what a great job they did, how much I liked the class, what dogs I liked best.  They just looked at me and smiled.  Mom said, "I'd love to know what she's saying."  Oh well.  I hope they got the positive energy they use as rewards in our classes.  If I could, I would say,  "What a GOOD human, VERY good."  That's like what Mom says to me, except she calls me a "dog."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another SD in Class</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/657213</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 10:43:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OMD, this is so cool!  We have a SD in our intermediate class this time around.  She is a boxer that ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD, this is so cool!  We have a SD in our intermediate class this time around.  She is a boxer that the Boss helped train several years ago.  The boxer's person has been sick for over a year and hasn't been able to take her pup out to work in public.  As a result, the boxer has forgotten about being disinterested in other dogs.  Since her person is in a wheelchair that can be dangerous.

What's cool is that the boxer is getting a refresher course while all the other dogs are learning to work around a wheelchair.  The Boss and Mom both love that.  I do too, although I just stay in my corner, in my bed and watch.  Okay, maybe I'm biased, but I just love other SDs.  Some of my best friends...well, you know the rest.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Missing Vest Really Gone?  :(</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/656988</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 11:23:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom doesn't want to let go, but no one has called about my missing vest.  Last night, she pulled out ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom doesn't want to let go, but no one has called about my missing vest.  Last night, she pulled out the baby vest I started wearing 7 months ago or so.  She thought I was growing out of it when she ordered the one she lost.  She had also pulled off the patches to use on the vest she lost.  Last night, she got out my old vest, took the straps for around my chest ALL the way to their ends and put it on me.  By golly, it's going to fit.  She didn't want me to have to wear my backpack all the time because it's bulky.   She had ordered patches for my backpack, but hadn't glued all of them on (good old velcro).  She's going to fix up my old vest so I can wear it.  She's relieved because my gear is expensive.

Today, it's cloudy and cold.  I keep going outside thinking it'll be nicer, then don't want to stay out there, not even to do landscaping.  Mom will probably take me to chase my ball pretty soon.  This is a TWO time ball chase day because we have school tonight, intermediate obedience.  She throws the ball for me before class, too.

I like intermediate classes because I know all the dogs from other classes.  It's fun to watch them learn more complicated things like behind the back recall, off leash heeling, walking down and one at a time recall.  The Boss steps up the distractions during stays--bubble wrap popping, stuffed toys that roll around on the floor and laugh.  Mom got a little pull back race care out of her cereal box and gave it to the Boss for a distraction.  I bet they'll use that in this class.  

They also practice "dog to dog" circles with people standing a few feet away.  Dogs learn to heel REALLY close to other dogs in a sit/stay or down stay and everyone ignores each other.  Blitzen and I don't demo as much except for new stuff like walking down/stay and walking stand/stay.  No matter what, though, when I work at class, I get to chase my ball first and get to play with Blitzen after class.  I get to see the Boss and Lisa.  They always pet me and let me know how special I am.  Even if I sleep through the rest, I love that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Let's Go Already</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/656794</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 10:34:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've given Mom a day to rest up.  She said she was really tired yesterday.  It only takes me one nig ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've given Mom a day to rest up.  She said she was really tired yesterday.  It only takes me one night's sleep and I'm ready to go again.  We went food shopping and out for coffee yesterday, but no ball chasing.  Okay, sure, it rained, but not all day.

Yesterday, I was so energized I did my jump and spin in the living room with my sister Belle.  She plays, but she's pretty old and after while, she tells me to knock it off.  Yesterday, after the rain stopped, there were places in the yard that were PERFECT for what Mom calls my "landscaping."   I love that, although some good digging always ends with me in the tub and Mom using the shower sprayer to wash off my feet...sometimes my belly.  Hey, I'm used to it and just stand there.  It doesn't stop me from landscaping more, it just keeps Mom from worrying about muddy paw prints everywhere.

Mom played with video and pictures yesterday and put two movies on my page.  Check 'em out.  She is now working on her photos to put up for friends to see.  She is slow at things.  That's okay, though.  I'm pretty patient.

BUT, I'm ready to go out.  It's sunny.  The park is waiting for us.  The way she keeps looking at me, I know we'll go eventually.  She can work on the photos later, right?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Big Time in the Big City</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/656515</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 20:17:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Whew!  We just got home from our trip to San Francisco to visit our service dog buddies.  It's so ex ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whew!  We just got home from our trip to San Francisco to visit our service dog buddies.  It's so exciting for me when we get together with them because everything is new and different.  I got to run in sand and grass with the ocean air smell BOTH days.  

We went other places where there were a lot of people and cement and activity.  I get so caught up that I forget to stay next to Mom.  Today, she had to go back to that "like a tree" thing where she stops, I feel the lead and think, "oops."  I scramble back to her side and pretend like I was there all the time.

I met Dora for the first time.  Man is she cute.  She has 5 times as much energy as I do and that's A LOT.  Yesterday we had lunch with Jolanda in SF and then dinner with Jolanda and Dora at a nice restaurant in Emeryville.  By then, I was so tired, I just crashed.  Jolanda lay by the table with two pink balloons tied to her collar and Dora had fun going between her mat and Jolanda while our mom's ate.

We stayed in a motel overnight.  I'm getting used to that.  Mom brings my stuff--crate, bed, a bone and toys.  What more does a working girl need?  Oh, I know, a VEST.  Speaking of that, Mom lost mine.  Sheesh.  Only people who know her well know this secret--she loses stuff.  Sometimes she is not very grounded and she leaves things places--her water bottle, coffee cup, sweat shirt, jacket, etc.  Whatever she takes with her, there's a 50-50 chance she'll forget it.  But my VEST?  Anyhoo...she has beat herself up over it enough.  She'll either get it back because someone is kind and honest or she'll set me up with another one.  Hey, you know, like I always say...give 'em a break, they're only human.

With all that and a big day out today when Iris and Ollie were also there, I am exhausted.  Now, I am going to curl and dream about big green fields by the ocean.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Laundry Day and Class Starts Tonight</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/655902</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 10:00:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Basic Training Orientation class starts tonight.  Orientation is boring because all they do is t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Basic Training Orientation class starts tonight.  Orientation is boring because all they do is talk and look at their instruction papers.  Blitzen and I stay in our places while the newbies get instruction--no demos or anything.  The good thing is Mom always throws the ball for me before class.  That means TWO ball chasing sessions on class days.  Then I can just snooze.

Right now, the hampers are sitting in front of the door--laundry day.  I'm getting used to that, lying on my mat while she folds clothes.  We usually walk over to Peet's and get some coffee.  That's a place where people make goo goo cutie wootie over me.  Humans are so funny.  You'd think they'd never seen a cute dog in a vest before.  Maybe some of them haven't.  I'm getting better at staying focused on Mom or just looking at them without reacting.  Mom has starting using Ollie's Mom suggestion of saying "ignore" which tells the people what I'm supposed to do.  Some people don't get it anyway, but I do.

I enjoy full days like this.  It makes me happy to go different places and do different things.  I like seeing the Boss, Lisa and especially Blitzen.  It makes Mom happy, too.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My First Bus Ride</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/655579</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 16:50:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom had appts in Sacramento today, one with her dr. who prescribed me for her.  He was so pleased wi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom had appts in Sacramento today, one with her dr. who prescribed me for her.  He was so pleased with me.  I love that.  He can see how much better Mom is.  He loves it that I'm getting Mom out to places she used to not go.  She is doing better generally because I make her focus on different things.  Just like she doesn't let me fixate on squirrels, I don't let her squirrel brain get fixated on anything either.

Today, after her second appointment, we walked around the K street mall to see how I'd do with a light rail train passing closely in front of me.  I just sat there, stretched out my neck and sniffed at it.  It is bigger than a squirrel, that's for sure.  It didn't bother me.

We stood at a bus stop while a couple of buses came and went.  She kept looking at me.  I'd look back, thinking "what?"  We walked a couple blocks and there was this nice bus driver waiting to start his run.  Mom asked if she could practice with me, that I'd never ridden a bus before.  He said "sure."  Mom said she only wanted to go a few blocks so I could experience a bus ride.  He didn't even charge us for the ride!  We walked into the bus and sat down.  I looked at her.  She was smiling at me.  "Good girl!"  She even gave me a treat which was totally unnecessary.  She had it in her hand in case she needed to lure me in.  Hah!  Surprised her.  When we were ready to get out, the man asked if Mom wanted to practice taking me through a group of people waiting to get on.  She said, "sure, thanks."  When he stopped, he held his hand up to the people at the door and said "coming out."  Mom said "thank you so much" to him and we walked down the street while she gave me another treat.  I'm thinking, hey, let's ride the bus some more.  

Usually, I work for praise.  Mom gives me special treats only occasionally, just for new things I might balk at or when she teaches me special tasks.  That makes new stuff REALLY special.   I say, what's next?  Bring it on.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Get Over it Already</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/655359</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 14:22:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has been honking into a hanky or a tissue for several days now.  Sheesh.  I can tell she doesn't ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has been honking into a hanky or a tissue for several days now.  Sheesh.  I can tell she doesn't feel so great.  This morning she took some aspirin and went to sleep for a long time.  I've been patient about going to the park for my run, but hey, I'm ready to go.  The weather is nice and my park ball is sitting in the car, just begging for me to run after it. I ask to go out, she lets me out.  That's my way to say, c'mon Mom, let's go.

Okay, I'm not without empathy, after all, I am here to help her.  I do that a lot.  It's just that I can't do anything about her cold.  I bring her my ball, but that doesn't help.  I lie down next to the couch or her chair so she can pet me.  That's nice and she likes it, but it doesn't get her up and out.

She just had her lunch--peanut butter sandwich.  She always gives Kermit (our parrot) some.  My sister Belle is a food freak, so she REALLY wants to get in there and get that crust when Kermit tosses it onto the towel below his table.  Mom has a double dog pen barrier up because Belle figured out how to push right in there to get the stuff that smells good.

I don't care about the sandwich.  What I know is that since Mom has eaten her lunch, maybe NOW she'll take me to the park.  Here's hoping.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Musical Chairs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/655179</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 19:48:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom said I should post this.  She just put it on youtube.  We had LOTS of fun playing musical chairs ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom said I should post this.  She just put it on youtube.  We had LOTS of fun playing musical chairs.  Watch:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24PNpvAqgmY]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Sun is Out!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/655174</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 19:11:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We finally got some sunshine today.  It felt SO good.  Belle and I went out to the yard and lay on t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We finally got some sunshine today.  It felt SO good.  Belle and I went out to the yard and lay on the grass.  It was the kind of day that makes you lick your chops once, put your head on your paws and almost completely close your eyes.  Ummmm.

Then, Mom took me over to the park to chase my ball.  I met some other dogs over there.  They were out in the sun with their people, too.  After that we went for coffee and a bagel at Mom's favorite place.  I know the drill.  Stand in line, "post" behind her at the cash register, wait for her to put my mat down, crawl onto it and fall asleep.  When they say "it's a dog's life" is this what they're talking about?

Today, a friend of Mom's was there.  He knows all about Mom's diagnoses because he has some of the same things, his wife, also Mom's friend, has some of the other things.  Mom felt good because she felt comfortable talking openly and enthusiastically about what I do for her.  We sat next to Mom's friend an hour or so.  He is a Vietnam vet.  They talked a lot about PTSD--what heals and what sticks around.   He told Mom stories about going back to Vietnam to "make amends."  Mom was really touched by what he said because she teared up a little bit. 

Mom's friend said he was so glad Mom has me.  He told her she looks really good and like she's in a good place.  Mom smiled, patted me a little and said, "thanks".]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Doggie Games and Movies</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/654894</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 14:31:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night was our final game night for the winter.  Darn it.  We were just getting good at our game ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night was our final game night for the winter.  Darn it.  We were just getting good at our games...although sometimes I decide I'm tired of "stay"ing which makes it hard on my tic tac paw team.  I just want to be with Mom.  Sheesh.   Thing is, I KNOW what I'm supposed to do.  Sometimes, I just want to do something else. 

Art, the Boss' husband, took videos of us playing our games.  Mom is making several movies out of the video.  The first one she put together was the Tic Tac Paw game.  Check it out on my page!  I was on the winning team both games.  But, who's counting, eh?  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Two Graduating Classes Done</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/654301</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Feb 2010 21:06:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The beginners have graduated, except two of the dogs are going to go back through basic.  They still ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The beginners have graduated, except two of the dogs are going to go back through basic.  They still got their certificates.  Sophie's mom felt bad about having to repeat.  Mom told her Sophie is lucky because she'll graduate with TWO degrees.

Last night and tonight Blitzen and I showed off by doing a walking "stand" for the beginners.  That's when the Boss says "stand your dogs and leave them."  In the middle of heeling, Mom gave me the "stand" and "freeze" hand signals and walked away while Lisa did the same thing with Blitzen.  Then the Boss went to both of us and felt our shoulders and hips while we just stood there.  This is the way we practice "stand" so we learn to hold it solidly.  Then Mom and Lisa came back to pick us up and heel off.  Blitzen and I love to do this because it impresses the beginners.  They are just learning their "stand."  It took me awhile to learn that "stand" was a command.  It was especially hard to learn to stand/stay while Mom just keeps walking.  Blitzen was in a weird mood tonight. too.  He told me he hadn't had enough exercise and just wanted to play.  I have to be careful not to egg him on when he's in that mood and we are supposed to demonstrate things.

After the graduation ceremony, they brought out one of the tunnels we use in agility so the beginner dogs and their people could play together.  That was so hard for me.  I had to sit there in my little spot and watch while Mom helped the other dogs' parents encourage their dogs through the tunnel.  FINALLY after everyone else got a bazillion turns, Blitzen and I got to go through the tunnel too.  Mom sent me through it 3 times.  I got excited and started barking like I do.  Mom kissed my nose and sent me back to my mat.  Everybody laughed at me because in class they have only seen me being quiet and reserved.   It's always good to keep 'em guessing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Here's Something New to Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/653899</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Feb 2010 09:15:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>For the last couple of days, Mom has been sneezing and honking into a hanky.  What's up with that?   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ For the last couple of days, Mom has been sneezing and honking into a hanky.  What's up with that?  In my life, she's not done that before.  Clearly, she's not feeling well.  Her energy is low and her breath smells funny.  I kept checking it yesterday.  I do that anyway, but it was different yesterday.  Aside from the familiar peanut butter sandwich smell, her breath was odd all day.  Even though she wasn't feeling so great, she took me out to chase my ball--what a champ.  She says she is committed to my well-being and I believe her.

Today, there's a little sun coming and going.  I enjoy my after breakfast snooze, but later I hope she takes me out.  I know she'll throw the ball for me before class, but I like to go earlier, too.  This evening, it's graduation for one of the beginning training classes.  Mom is getting her movie camera ready so she can figure out where to set it up in that little winter training space.  She's not so concerned about getting movies of the beginners, but more about figuring out a good angle to take movies of our last game night class.  

I hope she feels better soon.  I'll keep my eyes on her to make sure she remembers to take her vitamins.  Maybe she'll even take a nap.  I'll show her how.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Basketball?  Me?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/653485</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Feb 2010 09:21:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We watched basketball on TV a couple of times.  The players are all really tall.  I'm a short little ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We watched basketball on TV a couple of times.  The players are all really tall.  I'm a short little dog.  Where does Mom get her silly ideas?  Probably from watching Charles, the Corgi at our play class.  He can make soccer goals and "recycle" cans from the floor.  The other dogs have fancy tricks, too.

Last night, Mom started putting words to playing in the house with my ball.  She's teaching me to "pass," "dribble" and "catch"--all stuff I do now anyway.  We just never put words to it.  Where is she going with this?   I'm not sure what she has in mind, but she talked to The Boss about finding a toy basket for me to "dunk" my ball in.   Hmmm... How high is that basket going to be?  Well , whatever it takes to get her to toss the ball for me.  My big sister Belle doesn't understand the game.  She just gets in the middle of it and wants to wrestle.  That's a whole different thing.   Mom puts her outside when we practice.  I will keep an open mind and play along.   Who knows?  This could wind up being fun.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Game Night- Wahoooo!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/653176</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Feb 2010 20:43:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We had so much fun at doggie game night tonight.  We played that ball in a spoon relay game, again.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had so much fun at doggie game night tonight.  We played that ball in a spoon relay game, again.  The Boss made it harder by making our people carry ping pong balls in the spoons.  They had a hard time getting all 5 balls in the ladle in the first place, but heeling with us two laps around the track meant human AND dog had to be really steady.  There were people whose ping pong balls escaped their spoons and bounced every which way.  We dogs were tempted to chase.  Most of us knew better.  Those who didn't just added more ping pong balls to the mix.

We play all of the other games off leash.  We played a few rounds of tic tac toe.  Then we played musical chairs for the first time.  The Boss was SO surprised.  No matter what people did to distract us, most of the time, none of us moved.  She challenged us with sit/stays, down/stays, even stand/stays.  Five of the 8 dogs blew it at least once.  I never did.  We played with 2 fewer chairs than dogs and just did more rounds so that everybody could keep playing.  There were always two humans jumping up and down and trying to get us to move.  The Boss played different songs and our people had to move with the music.  On "Who Let the Dogs Out?" and "Chihuahua" our people had to sort of dance around the circle.  Then when she played "How Much is that Doggie in the Window?" she had us do synchronized about turns and circles and "left-about"--a special kind of about turn.  She was laughing because she was directing a doggie ballet.  Mom never once lost her chair because I did exactly what she told me to.  Because I've been doing all that public access stuff, people acting stupid around me is just part of my day.

Everybody had so much fun, lots of laughing.  Next week, Mom is taking her video camera and setting it up to get movies of us playing our games.  She'll post them on my page if they come out well so you can all see what awesome dogs we are!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Busy, Busy, Busy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/652873</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Feb 2010 11:09:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We have been going and going and going since we got back from SF.  Not going as in potty stuff, goin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have been going and going and going since we got back from SF.  Not going as in potty stuff, going as in busy.  We've had the 5th class night at basic training.  Next week is graduation.  Two dogs aren't going to graduate.  They'll have to repeat because their people (who are elderly) are having a hard time and need to give it another go.

Yesterday, The Boss and Mom took a really long drive to go to a baby store for Jennifer, one of the assistant trainers, who is preggers.  I got to ride in the back seat of the Boss' big truck.  We spent a long time in the baby store, going this way and that way, turning, stopping, reversing directions.  I had to pay close attention because they kept finding stuff and looking at it.  It was almost as if Mom forgot I was there, but I know she didn't.

Then they had lunch.  Man, this place smelled good.  Mom put my mat all the way under the booth so I could only see their feet.  That's okay, I'm getting used to it. 

When we got home, I only had an hour to play with my sister Belle before we were off to class again.

I'm not complaining.  I love both my jobs.  I'm with Mom all the time now and with the Boss and Lisa a lot too.  I feel important as a helper to Mom and as an example at school.  Sometimes in class, the Boss calls Blitzen and me out to demonstrate "what you can accomplish" for the newbies.  Blitzen and I are proud because the people watch us, then look down at their dogs.  You can see they have a hard time believing it.  Blitzen and I act as encouragement--he's so huge and I'm so little.  The people get it that no matter what size or breed of their dog, they CAN train them.

Today, Mom has to do the laundry, then we have intermediate classes back to back.  It's a long evening at school.  Sometimes I work alongside the intermediates in the class, but with my leash off.  Mom does that so I can get practice heeling close to her and really watching her movements which helps in my other work.

The best thing is, when class is over, I get to run around and socialize with Blitzen.  He's so big, I have to be careful he doesn't step on me.  He's careful, too.  The Boss, Lisa and Mom chat after class, talk about what they need to do to help the people do better with their dogs.  Then it's home for dinner.

Not many pooches are as lucky as I am.  My days are full and happy.  Everyone around me loves me and tells me how good I am--even if they don't say it out loud, I can tell they are proud of me.  Mom tells me I'm da bomb, which always means I'm awesome.  When I look at those dogs just learning, I think, hmmmm, I've come a long way.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dog Show Tails</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/652313</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Feb 2010 10:08:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a week-end!  We went with The Boss and Lisa to SF for a HUGE dog show.  Mom didn't know it woul ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a week-end!  We went with The Boss and Lisa to SF for a HUGE dog show.  Mom didn't know it would be so crowded.  As soon as we walked in, she started getting woozy.  Focusing was hard.  There were SO many feet, legs, ankles and big yellow plastic bags moving around us.  Mom leaned up against a post with Lisa while the Boss looked around for Jolanda and her mom.  Finally we all met up

Jolanda has the cutest little butt--I saw a lot of it.  (Hey, I'm a dog, that's the first thing I notice.)  Her tail is like mine, but not all covered up with fur.  She is so polite.   We both did our jobs, noticing each other, but not saying hi yet.  Later, with our vests off, we introduced ourselves.  Jolanda knows the ritual and gave me lots of "face space" while we dog-talked.  I said, "I'm new to this.  What a crowd."  Jolanda said, "Watch me, kid.  I'll show you the ropes."  I did and learned a lot from her.

All day Saturday, Mom tried to get me to pee, but I wouldn't.  I wasn't interested in drinking much water, so peeing was not so important.  The smells from the show dogs were really strong and I told myself to just hold it.

We watched the groups and Best in Show with the Boss and Lisa.  Mom was cheering for the Boxer and he won.  Mom knows how to pick 'em!  But, I'm biased.

We went to a nice motel--clean floors.  The humans ordered pizza and played a game while I curled up and slept.  Sometimes I went over to the Boss and put my face up to get some snout rubs.  She's SO proud of me.  She leaves the big praising to Mom, but always sends me love energy.

I wasn't hungry so Mom put some treats in my kibble.  That helped.  We went back to the show on Sunday and watched the obedience competition.  Those dogs do stuff we learn at school.   The humans were tense and the dogs had to be perfect.  I like my jobs for Mom and at school because it's more relaxed.  Performing like that is a drag.  I'd do something silly just to get out of it.

Right before we left, Mom had a meltdown.  We were alone together while The Boss and Lisa went to pick up stuff they bought.  Mom took me into a book area.  She was woozy, so she got down at my level and acted like she was looking at some books.  Some people started yammering at her about me.  Mom tried to talk but all she could really say was, "She's a medical alert dog.  I'm not feeling well, please let her do her job."   Mom ignored the people and I crawled into her lap, put my paw on her shoulder and blocked her face so everyone would leave us alone.  We sat there for a few minutes until Mom got a grip.  By then the Boss and Lisa were back.

When we got outside, Mom took some deep breaths, relaxed and then took off my vest.  She handed me my tug and we did our happy happy dance where I growl and bark and shake the tug as hard as I can, run toward Mom, jump, and celebrate  job well done.  All three of them got into my celebration and Mom laughed.  I love that.  They all told me I'm awesome...Wow, that feels good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dog Show?  Really?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/652225</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 20:09:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>To me it was a big foot, ankle and plastic bag show.  Sure there, were some dogs there, but mostly l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ To me it was a big foot, ankle and plastic bag show.  Sure there, were some dogs there, but mostly lots and lots of legs, ankles and feet.  Best of all, I got to hang out with Jolanda.  She is awesome.  We talked to each other (doggie whispers) every once in awhile and she showed me a lot of great stuff.  She's a pro, but really cool about it, like hey, this is what I'm doing, no big deal.  Right now, I'm pooped.  Tomorrow, Mom is going to get the pictures off her camera and I'm going to write about our experiences.  Now, it's time to sleep--really good sleep in my own little bed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So Much Work, Time for a Road Trip!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/651831</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 19:46:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a full day!  I spent all morning (2 1/2 hours) lying in a corner while Mom got dental work.  Th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a full day!  I spent all morning (2 1/2 hours) lying in a corner while Mom got dental work.  The dr. couldn't get her numb.  She had a cup over her nose with hoses coming out of it so she would relax, but it took forever to get the drilling done.  She and the dr. thought maybe that's because she takes so much medicine.  Her liver just pulls the poison out as fast as they put it in.  The Boss was with us for the first couple of hours.  She just sat there reading a book.  She was there to make sure I was on the job, but not reactive to the drill or any of that.  Hey, easy peasy.  When are they going to get that I get it?

This afternoon, we went over to assist in a make-up class for Baby, the dog who missed class Tuesday night.  Mom threw the ball for me for awhile first--love that.  I got to demonstrate "stay" and a "controlled release" and a "finish," then back to my mat to snooze.

After dinner, Mom gave me a bath.  now, I'm all poofy.  She has a big bag on the couch with my folding crate and bedding, food, toys, a bowl and a bagful of her stuff.  ROAD TRIP!  We're headed for a big dog show in San Francisco in the morning.   One thing is for sure, my life is NEVER boring.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Game Night!  Wahoooooo!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/651615</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 20:24:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We had our game night tonight.  This time it was even more fun.  We did the pretzel ball in the spoo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had our game night tonight.  This time it was even more fun.  We did the pretzel ball in the spoon relay again.  Meesha just can't help herself.  Her mom's pretzel balls went all over the place.  Then other dogs (except me) started sniffing at the floor which made it harder for the humans to control their spoons.  Pretty funny.

We also played tic tac toe tonight.  I messed up on the first game and our team had to give up my square. Mom had to go first on the second game and she put me smack dab in the middle of the board--down stay.  I held it this time and our team won.  

Then we played the "Copy Cat" game.  A dog on the first team would do a special trick or "behavior".  Then a dog on the other team would have to do that, too, or they'd get a letter--C (then A, then T).  Mom and I don't do tricks really, except I'm good at catching a ball.  I'm also good at coming from a weird angle to do a "paws up".   Some dogs did roll-overs, walking on two feet, back-ups and bowing. One of the dogs--George (a female mini-schnauzer)--got her person a tissue when she sneezed.  That was the best one.

We played "Airport" again.  I did well until I lost sight of Mom.  They were all jumping up and down.  I couldn't see her, so I got up to check on her...after all that's my job.  One of the humans said, "You know, I think she's concerned about you."  Mom looked at me and said, "That's it, eh, Rethy?"  Then she apologized for trying to get me to stay put when I was worried about her.  I'm glad SOMEBODY figured that out.  Sheesh.  First they train you to do a job, then they forget that they trained you to do that.  Ah well, I just have to remember she's human and give her a break.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You Should See My Feet!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/651237</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:36:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My feet got shaggy over the last little while, so I didn't think about them looking different.  When ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My feet got shaggy over the last little while, so I didn't think about them looking different.  When we decided to go to the dog show, The Boss said to Mom, "You have to bring her into the shop before we go so I can clean up those feet."  Mom cleans my feet all the time, so what's up with that?

Well, today, we went into The Boss' doggie barber shop.  (The Boss is both a trainer and a groomer.)   The Boss put me up on her table.  I started shaking and the Boss said to me, "don't be so silly."  That's what Mom says when I act like a Scaredy Cat and there's nothing to be scared about.  I looked around.  There was Mom.  Lisa was over working on a trim and Julie was blowing air on another dog.  I realized how silly it was to stand and shake, so I stopped.  The Boss clipped my nails and then used her comb to pull the hair out between my toes and clip it.  She clipped up the bottom of my legs a little, too.  She worked really fast, then sprayed me with doggie cologne.  I gave her some kisses when she was working on my front feet because next to Mom, she's my favorite person.  When the Boss was done, she called Lisa over and said, "This is the kind of clip we also give Shetland Sheepdogs and Border Collies for showing."

When I got into the car, I looked at my feet and they look so pretty!  I turned one paw over and the fur was even with the pads and my nails were nice and short.  NOW I'm ready for that dog show.  Who cares if the AKC doesn't "recognize" my breed?  I'll make them wish they did.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another Monday at The Office</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/651042</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 20:35:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Here comes another week and another set of training classes.  It's SO cold in the training room, eve ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here comes another week and another set of training classes.  It's SO cold in the training room, even with the big heaters going.  Everybody up and working is fine, but I'm lying on my blanket curled up in a little ball while Mom is trying to get her freezing feet in front of the heater.  It's a good thing the class is interesting because it helps keep Mom's mind off her frozen toes.  Too bad she doesn't have fur around them like mine.  Humans are built so inefficiently--the two-legged thing is awkward and then they have to put stuff on their bodies before they go out.  I agree, though, they aren't as naturally beautiful as we dogs are.

It has been raining and raining and raining.  Blecch.  I don't mind it too much just to go outside to potty, but I'd love to spend some time outside playing.  Mom threw my ball for me before class at The Boss' house.  I love that huge yard and there's no goose poo in it like at the park.  It's just boring to be in the house all day and only get a few minutes of ball-chasing in.  Maybe tomorrow it'll clear up...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One of the Honored Diaries</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/650626</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 18:34:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't know how this diary of the day thing works, but we made the list of the featured diaries.  T ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't know how this diary of the day thing works, but we made the list of the featured diaries.  That is SO cool.  Thanks to whomever gave us this acknowledgment.  If I had a tail, I'd wag it...do butt wiggles count?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Doggie Game Night</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/650381</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 13:33:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night, we played doggie games.  We did &quot;airport,&quot; again.  Everybody gets excited.  I'm fine whe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night, we played doggie games.  We did "airport," again.  Everybody gets excited.  I'm fine when Mom is still standing next to me, but if she's in the mix, I'm up--just can't help it.  We also played "Simon says."  Mom blew that early on.  When the Boss says "up and heeling" Mom's up with no "Simon says" command.  Silly Mom.

We played a pretzel ball spoon relay.  There were four dogs on each team.  We are all off-leash dogs, but for this game our people had to hold our leashes AND a ladle or a spoon with pretzel balls in it.   We had to get across the room smoothly so our person could dump the pretzel balls in a bucket on the other end.  Then the next team member would start.  Mom and I were REALLY good at that game.  Because of my job, I've been trained to ignore food near my nose.  I also get up when Mom starts walking and don't pull on the leash.  Some of the other dogs got wound up about the food smell or jumped ahead because everybody was excited trying to go fast while controlling the spoon.  There were a lot of little pretzel balls on the floor.  The other team won 40-39--really close.

The Boss has to spell things sometimes because some of us do what she says before our person tells us.  I bet I'll learn how to spell pretty soon.  I outsmarted myself one time last night and now Mom and the Boss are on to me.  We do a lot of distance recall--sometimes "front" and sometimes "finish."  When the Boss says Mom's name, I'm up, just glancing to see where Mom's hand is so I can get into the right position.  If I'm at a distance, Mom's name means get up and go.  Well, last night the Boss said Mom's name to do a distance "sit" from a "down".  I was up, then uh-oh, wrong signal.  Mom had to take me back to where I was and do the exercise over again.  I was embarrassed because I got caught cheating.  The Boss said to Mom, "ah, I'm going to just have to start pointing at you."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No Knuckleheads in Training Tonight</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/649859</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 21:10:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Training tonight was a breeze.  That knucklehead bulldog didn't show up.  Mom and The Boss and Lisa  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Training tonight was a breeze.  That knucklehead bulldog didn't show up.  Mom and The Boss and Lisa had talked about him and decided he needed more than our group obedience class could offer him.  The Boss says he needs "rehabilitation."  It's sad because he's only 8 months old and already dangerous.  She had thought about last week's class and said she's not willing to have that bad energy in the class.  I was relieved about that because I know Mom didn't like his attitude.  He looked like a big, stupid goof to me, but I'm just the little demo dog who snoozes in the corner.

It was also snowing up the hill from here where that nervous little border collie lives.  She didn't make it to class.  Mostly there were little dogs, three St Charles Spaniels and mixes plus a scruffy cock-a-poo and a german shepherd pup named "Baby."  It was a mellow class.  I just slept.

While Mom is learning how to be an assistant trainer, she is noticing how hard it is for people to pick up on some of the basics.  The Boss gives clear instructions and she and Lisa go around and help everybody, but still, some people struggle on basic stuff.  (Right now, Mom and I are just observing.)   I reminded Mom that she was like that with me at first.  It took her awhile to hold my leash right and make instructions clear enough for me to understand what she wanted.  I just needed her to figure it all out.  Now, we're both awesome.  I look at all of those people and their dogs struggling and think, hey, they could be just like me.  I send the other dogs good vibes and tell them to be patient with their people, it just takes them time to learn.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rainy Day and More to Come</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/649430</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 19:33:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It rained off and on all day today.  Mom had to go to the store, so I went to work even though I had ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It rained off and on all day today.  Mom had to go to the store, so I went to work even though I hadn't had my ball chase time.  It was all right.  I like my job.  People watch me when I trot along beside the grocery cart.  Mom is proud of me.  She doesn't have to look at me or guide me around any more.  I stay right with her while she talks to herself about not being able to find the ginger juice.

Then Mom surprised me.  The rain had almost stopped when we got done shopping, so Mom took me to the park.  Wahooo!   She didn't care if I got all wet running in the grass because I was off work for the day.

It was late in the afternoon and cloudy--hard to see.  Sometimes my ball goes so far I can't see it land, even on a good day.  Mom gives me a head start and then flings my ball with that long stick.  When I can't see where it lands, Mom uses voice cues to help me find it.  "gooooodgoooodgoodgood" when I'm moving toward the ball and "nyatnyatnyat" when I'm going in the wrong direction.  I'm getting good at this but sometimes I just want to run around before I start seriously looking.  It feels SO good to run, wet grass and rain or not.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Doggie Games</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/648916</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 21:08:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/648916</guid>
		<description>What a fun night, well mostly.  I got to see a whole bunch of my buddies from agility.  We are parti ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a fun night, well mostly.  I got to see a whole bunch of my buddies from agility.  We are participating in a new class for winter-time, indoors play.  It's like advanced obedience, because we have to be really good at stuff off leash.  Tonight, we did all kinds of things--heeling, conga lines, stand-stays with everybody walking around, down-stays with everybody walking around and picking us up one at a time.  All that stuff was a piece of cake for us.  The Boss was amazed and a little baffled because she thought we would have to spend more time on what she calls "precision obedience".  Hey, we know what we're doing, so no prob.

Then she started playing games with us.  One was called "Airport".  That's where we were in a sit stay with our people all around the edge of the room (it's a double-garage, pretty small and there were 8 of us).  In Airport, two people leave their dogs, go to the middle of the room and jump up and down, getting excited like they haven't seen each other in years.  Then, it's 4 people doing that, then 6, then all 8.  I did pretty well.  Mom was in the 4, then in the 6, but when everybody got up and was jumping up and down in the middle of the room and just us dogs were sitting around the edge of the room, I just couldn't sit still any more.  I had to get in there, too.  So, that's something Mom has to work on--a sit stay with people getting all excited a few feet away from me.

The other game we played was called "Duel".  Mom and Helen had their backs to each other, left Bernie and me in sit/stay, then walked to the wall and turned around.  On the Boss' command, they gave us the hand signal for "drop" (no words).  Bernie and I hit the deck.  Everybody else played the game too and they all did great.  We are such good dogs...that was pretty easy though.

The boss has more games to challenge us, like musical chairs.  She also asked everybody in the class to think up games to make us do what we know how to do but to make us think and follow directions under all kinds of different situations meant to distract us.  Does any body know games like that?  We'd like more ideas.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>WHAT a GOOD dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/648557</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 10:50:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's me! I know my new job without any other conversation with Mom.  Last night at class, there we ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's me! I know my new job without any other conversation with Mom.  Last night at class, there were more goofballs.  One bad boy, an American bull dog, intact male at 10 months and about 80 (or more) lbs.  He just wanted a piece of somebody (4-legged).  Then there was a Border Collie mix, nervous, anxious and in heat.  Plus, 6 other dogs in our little training garage.  I just curled up on my blanket and watched.  The Boss spent a lot of time getting that bulldog under control while the other dogs walked around him.  He didn't like that, but understood pretty fast that he was just one of the pack and that being a tough guy wasn't going to cut it.  He is hard-headed though and The Boss had to walk around on the other side of him for awhile to make sure he didn't swing his big butt out and step in front of his person during "heel."

That poor border collie needs help.  Her owner was fidgety and goofy.  She asked a lot of questions, but didn't seem to listen to the answers.  Hoo boy.

After awhile, I just stretched out and went to sleep.  When class was over, Mom said she was worried that bulldog would eventually bite his owner.  The Boss said that his person "got a pretty good handle" on him.  I was sleeping, so didn't even notice.  The Boss' assistant said her big German Shepherd, my friend Blitzen, was just like that when they started.  Blitzen is sweet and gentle with me, so no problem there.  Mom felt reassured and said she sure has a lot to learn.

Tonight, we have two intermediate classes.  I know all those dogs.  I may want to play, but that's a no-no during training class, too.  All I have to do in these classes is hang-out and maybe just demonstrate something.  It's a breeze--much easier than my other job.  Not as interesting, but easier.  A good time to take a snooze.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Learn Not to Whisper?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/648353</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 13:07:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night was the first beginning training class with dogs present.  That's always a kind of wild a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night was the first beginning training class with dogs present.  That's always a kind of wild and woolly time.  It's the first time I've watched a class where we weren't outdoors, but confined in a much smaller space.  There was one dog, a great dane, that I knew had really bad energy.  He was like a pressure cooker and I could see it.  His person was sort of checked out.  I don't think he knew his dog very well.

The Boss started fitting the dogs with collars and I watched very closely.  When she started with the great dane, I grumbled.  Mom looked at me strangely because I've never done that before.  The Boss looked over at me, a little surprised, too.  Mom "shsh"ed me.  Okay, I get it, I'm not supposed to do that.  But how do I let them know when a dog is unsafe?  There were other nutty out of control dogs in the class.  That's to be expected.  They are obvious about it.  The great dane felt like a snake to me, somebody that would just strike out-of-the blue.

After class, Mom talked to The Boss about my grumble, saying she was so surprised I did that.  The Boss said, "Rethy was picking up on how unstable that dog is."   She said it wasn't aggression.  I was lying there on my mat, not tied up or anything, just whispering.  Thank goodness someone understands my language.  The Boss had noticed the dog's danger potential and filled Mom in on how to recognize that instability--eyes and ear position.  Good, now she knows what I see.  They agreed my whispering is not good and I can't be allowed to do it.  Mom is supposed to "shsh" me if I do it again or maybe just quietly reach down and touch me without giving me too much attention just to remind me to be quiet.  I realized that whispering in class is rude.  I'm just there to watch and demonstrate when I'm asked to, that's all, oh, and to be a good example.  I'm a good little worker and when I know what is expected.  I do stay where Mom puts me.  I don't let the dogs passing in front of my nose, no matter how nutty they are, disturb me, even that stupid great dane or the corgi that was flopping like a fish or even the little scared pit bull that didn't want any dogs close to her.   I did want to play with the rat terrier, but knew better so just gave a wiggle of my nose and stretched out on my mat when she got close.

I'm going to be good at this job, too.  Tonight is the second beginner's class.  We'll see how that goes.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Butt Baths</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/648022</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 18:26:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's a good thing Mom makes this fun.  Every once in awhile she will say, &quot;your butt stinks.&quot;  I'm t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's a good thing Mom makes this fun.  Every once in awhile she will say, "your butt stinks."  I'm thinking, of course my butt stinks.  Doesn't everybody's butt stink?

Mom says it's from running at the park in the wet grass where the geese poop.   I have lots of long hair.  I don't even have to step in the poo to get foul smelling feathers.  When I run, my back legs are like after burners and the water in the grass and every thing in it flies.  Then I get in the car and Mom says BLECCH and wipes me with those grooming wipes.  She says I smell a little like dead fish.

Tonight she decided that my whole self didn't need a bath but my butt and belly did.  At first, getting my butt shampooed seemed silly.  Mom laughed and chattered at me the whole time, so it was actually kind of fun.    Mom always plays a hide and seek towel game after I'm clean.  I grumble and talk when she does that.  I love hide and seek.  Now that I'm clean, I like how I smell, too.  All you four legged pals out there, if you ever run into goose poo toilet water, pass it up if you can.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hoo Boy, Interesting Group of Dogs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/647137</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Jan 2010 11:40:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Orientation is over.  Now that we've seen the people and heard their questions, we are prepared.  Wh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Orientation is over.  Now that we've seen the people and heard their questions, we are prepared.  Why is it some guys like to rough house with their pit bull and bull dog puppies?  The Boss says that's a big no-no.  I guess the guys found that out because both of their dogs are about 8 or 9 months old.  One of them is biting his guy and they are both roughing up girl friends and children.  Sheesh.  Then there's the Corgi that pulls her 70 year old plus people around and nips their heels and pant legs.  And the 120 lb great dane who is a mellow guy, just needs some training.  We haven't met these dogs yet (except for a Cavalier and a noisy rat terrier who the Boss used for demonstration).  Just meeting their people and hearing what they need helps us know what to expect.

Blitzen and I were called into action just to show how we respond to our focus word.  He's really good at it.  I'm good at it when Mom has my ball or is feeding me or is making me wait before coming inside.  Other times, I can get bored sitting and staring at her--do something already.  Last night, Blitzen and I both did it so we could impress people.

The Boss introduces me as a Service Dog in Training and she calls Mom her Assistant Trainer in Training.  If I was a human, I'd laugh at that.  Don't tell Mom, but I'm training her as much as she's training me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Training Classes Start Again Today</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/646737</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 4 Jan 2010 10:57:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Yippee!  I love this.  Our group training classes start today with orientation for basic obedience.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yippee!  I love this.  Our group training classes start today with orientation for basic obedience.  Tonight and tomorrow night, The Boss (my trainer) explains to beginners what they will be learning, the philosophy of training and how to prepare their dogs for next week.  (They leave their dogs at home.)

Next week, the dogs will join them.  That's always kind of funny because most of them are run amok.  They're all over the place, nutty and have very bad manners.  Some dogs come in really timid.  While the boss is fitting dogs with their nylon training collars, she is evaluating each dog's energy and relationship with their person.  She gives the people some basic advice about how to work with their particular dog and meet some of the challenges that may come up.  She's good at that.  When people listen to her, you can really tell.

My job during orientation (tonight and tomorrow night) is to lie on my mat as a quiet example of good manners.  Blitzen, my German Shepherd friend, does the same thing.   We show people how good dog citizens act.  We might be asked to do some basic things.  Blitzen sometimes goes around the room so people can see and feel how his training collar fits.  I'm not good at that because I get too excited when people start handling me. 

I love school.  I love my trainer and Lisa, Blitzen's person.   It's hard not to get too excited when I get there, but that's something Mom is teaching me, to "chill" as she says--be cool, calm and collected.  She says everything is a "training opportunity."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Heh, Heh, Surprised Mom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/646619</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Jan 2010 17:11:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/646619</guid>
		<description>Sometimes Mom doesn't notice how much I'm learning, then I surprise her.  Like today.  We were at ou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes Mom doesn't notice how much I'm learning, then I surprise her.  Like today.  We were at our favorite coffee shop.  I was in "post" position (behind Mom, protecting her back).  Only today, I was lying down because I wore myself out running at the park.  Any-whoo, I'm lying behind Mom in position, and a little boy, maybe 6 or so, walked RIGHT in front of my nose.  If he had been two inches closer, he would have stepped on me.  I think his parents told him he couldn't pet me, so he was trying to get my attention by being obnoxious.  He walked by me twice like that trying to make me do something.  I didn't even look at him.

Mom was peeking over her shoulder because she's always aware when a kid is approaching me.  Both times the stupid boy walked in front of my nose, Mom said, "GOOD girl.  Good leave-it."   She was blown away at how well I did on this and I felt how pleased she was with me.  I think a couple of weeks ago when that stupid guy leaned over her to pet me and she grabbed his arm, made it clear how important it was to Mom that people don't just reach out and pet me--of course, his leaning over her was what freaked her out most.  Also, I think some people just have mean energy and that kid's energy was a lot like that rude guy.  Blecch.  I don't even want people like that to pet me.  I ignore them and hope they'll go away.

It's great when I surprise Mom.  She works with me so much and I think she forgets how far I have come.  Silly Mom.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Live Theater</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/645095</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 18:20:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>WEELLL!  I've had my first live theater experience.   It was really crowded though.  The boss (Mom's ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ WEELLL!  I've had my first live theater experience.   It was really crowded though.  The boss (Mom's trainer) and the other boss (her assistant) plus some other people all went together to see a play.  Last time I went to a theater, the sloping floor bugged me and I couldn't get comfortable.  This time, Mom put her jacket on the floor to make a nest for me and put my mat on top of it.  I don't know if her jacket got dirty or not, but that was SO comfortable.   Then the lights went down and it got totally dark.  People started clapping.  I wasn't sure what to think about that, but it seemed harmless enough, so I just stretched out and went to sleep.  Every once in awhile, people would laugh or clap or there'd be a group of them singing on stage.  I just ignored it.

Then the lights came up and they took a break.  People started moving around, walking up the aisle.  The boss and her husband got up to go get refreshments.  Mom had me get up and stretch.  She petted me and rubbed behind my ears and told me what a good girl I was.  Well, duh, I know that.  When every body got back to their seats, it went dark again.  More singing, clapping and stuff.

Finally it was all over and Mom started gathering up stuff.  None of my training friends talked to me or petted me because they want me to get used to that.  It's hard for me, but it's a rule.

After we got out of the theater, Mom said, "WHAT a GOOD girl!"  I made it all the way through the play.  She was so happy with me that she took me to the park for a second time and threw the ball.  I must have been really good today.  Go figure.  Don't let on that all I had to do was nap, okay?  I'm loving that second park visit.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Uh-oh</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/644431</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 11:44:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom's getting sad today.  I can tell.  It's that sleepy kind of sad where she doesn't want to do any ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom's getting sad today.  I can tell.  It's that sleepy kind of sad where she doesn't want to do anything.  She knows she can't get away with that though, because I need her to take me out to run.  I've been jumping on my sister and being goofy, throwing my ball in the air and chasing it.  Mom knows she needs to get going.  I think we're going to leave any minute now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Working A Lot</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/644062</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 19:36:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I've been working a lot.  That's not a complaint.  I love my job.  Today, when we went to the laundr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've been working a lot.  That's not a complaint.  I love my job.  Today, when we went to the laundromat, I got bouncy and wanted to play with my leash.  I've started talking to Mom when she puts my vest on.  I hold out my head and make little noises.  If I had a tail it would be wagging.  I wiggle my butt a little, but have to hold still for her to buckle my vest.  We put the wash in and then Mom took me over to Peet's for a coffee.  I'm getting really good at waiting while the clothes dry and Mom folds them.  Today, I stayed on my mat the whole time.  Mom kept getting down into my face and saying, "You are being SO good."  If I carried a sign, it would say "Will Work for Praise".

Then we went to get her prescription filled.  A man there said how "beautiful" I am.  We were standing in line.  He said, "She's been trained to sit."  I thought, duh.  Mom must have been thinking the same thing, and she said, "she's been taught to do a lot of things."   We sat down to wait and I settled right at Mom's feet like I'm supposed to, as if to say, "I'm trained to lie down, too."   His hearing wasn't good so Mom had to sort of shout "MINIATURE AUSTRALIAN SHEPHERD".  Then she handed him one of my brochures.

When she put me in the car, took my work clothes off and we did our celebration play with my tug, she said, "I'm so proud of you."  I love that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Two Big Days</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/643919</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 10:23:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>We've been going lots of places.  Sunday, we met up with our friends, Ollivander, Zeus and Iris.  We ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We've been going lots of places.  Sunday, we met up with our friends, Ollivander, Zeus and Iris.  We spent a long time in a store walking around.  It was the first time I've been in a store with so many different smells.  There were toys and clothes and folded cloth.  We went to an area where I smelled food.  Mom walked me by those big noisy refrigerator things.  Some of them smell like meat.  Then Zeus and Ollie and I posed for pictures while our mom's waited, watching us.  I could tell they were proud.  We all were doing such a great job.

I'm still a little shy about Zeus and Ollie.  Big dogs often jump on me.  I hate that, so I back off.  Zeus and Ollie didn't try that.  The big dogs at school don't, so I play with them.  I'm just careful.  Iris and I met each other and that went well.   I like walking with everybody.  It's a big pack and I'm the littlest one, looking at everybody's ankles and knees.

Yesterday, we went to see Mom's talk dr. and her therapist.  She talks with the dr. about medicine she's taking.  Sometimes he writes stuff on paper for her.  He said he noticed I was behaving better since we saw him 2 months ago.  Mom was happy about that.  They talked about me and how I'm helping Mom.  She asked her dr. if he was working with anyone else with dogs like me.  He said no.  Mom petted me and said I'm really helping her.

Then we went to see the nice lady Mom talks to about emotional stuff.  I like that lady because she is so sweet with Mom.

On the way home, we stopped for groceries.  We were getting some milk and I was hanging out behind Mom when some one backed a chair with big bicycle tires right into me.  It totally freaked me out.  The tires squealed on the floor, too.  I'm not afraid of wheelchairs, but this one moved really fast and the driver didn't see me.  I didn't want to get anywhere near it after that.  Mom said now we have to go somewhere and practice with wheelchairs again so I'm not afraid.  Sometimes being so little has its drawbacks, but last night when I was sitting on my mom's lap watching television (I do watch sometimes), I knew being little is totally worth it.

Mom keeps saying she's so proud of me.  I like working.  I feel important.  I know what I'm doing is pleasing Mom cause I feel that, too.  She says I'm really special and I believe her.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>tough day for Mom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/642162</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 21:42:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It started out pretty regular.  We went to the park.  Mom has this new thing that makes my ball go R ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It started out pretty regular.  We went to the park.  Mom has this new thing that makes my ball go REALLY far.  I have to start running before she throws it or I can't see where it goes.  It makes me run hard.  I love that.

Then we went to our coffee place. We went inside and got a table next to the wall.  It was a little tight.  I was under the table right next to Mom and someone was sitting in a chair only 18 inches or so away from me.  Mom was reading her paper, drinking coffee.  A pair of dirty boots passed by.   A few seconds later, the boots started back but stopped right in front of me.  The next thing I knew, a guy's hand was coming into my face and Mom's hand reached out, quick, like a snake and grabbed his arm.  I don't think she even knew she was doing it.  I looked up and the guy was leaning right over the top of her to reach me and I figured that had freaked her out.  The guy got really mad at her.  He said, "Hey! what's the matter with you, spazz?"  Mom said, "touching my dog is like touching me."  She was really upset.  I knew I needed to do something for her.   Mom was shaking.  I sat up and looked at her, she gave me the paws up signal, but the table was too low so she leaned down and let me sniff her.

She was so shaky, she was vibrating.  She ignored that and got up to hand one of my fliers to the guy.  He called her a spazz again.  When Mom got back to me, she was toast.  She got down on the floor and I got up on her leg.  She put her face in my fur.  She was worse than I've ever seen her.  She gathered up my mat and her paper, and started out.   Then she did something I didn't expect.  She said to the guy, "I'm being polite, so please listen.  I have PTSD and that's why I have a service dog.  You just set things off big-time."  Mom was shaking and crying, scared and mad.  Hoo boy.  The guy said, "You gotta learn to share your dog."   If I could, I would have taken mom outside right away and not let her talk to him.  He had bad energy and like my mom's friend told her later, "bad boundaries."  I think he's stupid.

We left.  As soon as we got out the door, Mom got down on the pavement and I did my paws up.  She cried a little and nuzzled me.  She said thank you Rethy, good work.  I don't know what's "work" about that, but she sure appreciated it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cabin Fever</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/641897</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 14:08:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hoo boy!  I nap a little, like a minute or so, then go around and sniff, take out a toy, toss it up  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hoo boy!  I nap a little, like a minute or so, then go around and sniff, take out a toy, toss it up in the air and catch it, jump on my big sister.  She's ignoring me now.  I keep going to the door, going to mom and staring at her, going to the door.  What's up with that?  We didn't go to the park yesterday.  Even though she took her shower and has on her outdoor pants and socks, she's just sitting there.  Looks like we're not going to the park today either.

She lets me out now and then.  But it's wet everywhere--on the deck, on the lawn and on me.  She lets me back in, says "stand" then "wipe 'er feet".  She rubs the towel over each paw, then wipes extra water off my coat, I shake and no problem.   Why isn't she taking me out?  Why aren't we going to the park?   I have a good coat that just gets wet on the outside.  My ancestors herd in the rain, so why can't I chase a ball?  If I had some geese or sheep to take care of, I'd be out in the rain.  Maybe I'll go sniff the kitchen floor.  Nothing.  Okay, I'll go over it again.  Hmmm...what now?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom Threw me a Curve Ball</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/641415</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 21:02:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I know that when she gets kind of breathy and her heart goes fast, like when she's nervous, I'm supp ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I know that when she gets kind of breathy and her heart goes fast, like when she's nervous, I'm supposed to do something.  I really perk up when things aren't right and wiggle around, try to get her attention, check her out--sniffing and stuff.  

Today, she was lying on her back on the floor with her legs crossed like a pretzel and taking big, long breaths.  I could tell whatever it was hurt, so I sprung into action.  I put my nose in her neck and pushed and then smelled her breath for awhile.  What the heck?  Then I sat down.  She said "good girl, I'm okay" then crossed her other leg and started doing that thing again...breathing, long breaths like she did at the dentist's office, but this time she was on the floor.  I'm on it!  I got into her neck again.  She said the same thing, "I'm okay" but still.  It just seems wrong.  She said, "Rethy, I'm stretching."  Whatever.  I didn't want to leave her though, so I curled up under her arm, next to her chest so I could feel her heart beat.  I stayed there until she was ready to get up.   She gave me a big hug and said "you're da bomb!"  I know that's really good.

I'm not sure what she wanted from me with all of that, but I do know I was a good girl.  It wasn't about playtime, I knew that.  I'm glad she's okay.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My New Red Tag and a Bath</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/635013</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 19:11:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/635013</guid>
		<description>Today, I got my license.  Yep, here in CA, they say service dogs like me have to wear a tag saying s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today, I got my license.  Yep, here in CA, they say service dogs like me have to wear a tag saying so.  Sheesh.  People can be so stupid.  I don't need a tag to know who I am.  But, since they do and our county didn't have them, Mom took on "city hall" so-to-speak.  It was actually the county she took on.   They didn't want to issue the tags--too much work, too expensive, blah, blah, blah...  WELL, they have them now.  And I got the very first one.  It's red and tells everybody I'm a working girl.  I think it's way cool.

When we got home today, Mom took my collar off, I thought to put the tag on, but NO, she said I needed a bath.  She says we're going to the dentist tomorrow.  She wants me to smell sweet.  You should see me.  After I wash my hair, I can't do a thing with it.  Mom says I'm "poofy" and laughs at me.  It feels weird and makes me goofy.  Poofy and goofy with a new red tag.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tag</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/633502</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Nov 2009 11:12:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/633502</guid>
		<description>I've been tagged by my friend Jolanda and I guess what I do is say 14 things about me, then tag some ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've been tagged by my friend Jolanda and I guess what I do is say 14 things about me, then tag someone else.  My mom doesn't usually do things like this, so she said we'll play along, but not put 14 things (she needs to get going today, has been putting off taking her shower).

1. I love to play agility.  It's like the best thing ever.

2. Just to get her going, I push a toy into my sister Belle's face and if that doesn't do it, I start backing into her.  Sometimes she isn't interested.  She's old, so I let her lie down when she doesn't want to play.

3.  I'm going lots of places--restaurants and coffee houses.  I know I'm not supposed to sniff or lick the floor, but if Mom isn't paying attention, I try to stretch my nose out for just a little sniff.  Mom usually catches me.

4.  We go play ball every day.  It's raining today and I don't want to go outside, so we'll see.   When we play, I can't think of anything else, well, except to "focus" when Mom asks me to, but that's because I don't want to miss where she's throwing my ball.

5.  I follow Mom around the house which is really small anyway.  I go where ever she is.  She seems to like that.  When she comes out of the bathroom I'm lying in the doorway and she rubs my tummy.

6.  I play catch with myself.  Three of my toys work great.   I rotate them so I don't get bored.  Sometimes they go under things and I have to flatten myself out like a soldier and crawl in to get them.  Even then I can't always reach them, so Mom gets them for me.

7.  There's a bird in my house that talks just like my mom.  Whew is that weird.

8.  Sometimes I watch TV, especially if there are dogs on it.  I can only watch a couple of minutes though, then it's boring.

9.  Mom takes me to training classes all the time.  I lie on my mat and watch while she takes pictures and video.  Sometimes I get to demonstrate how to do things.  The Boss (my trainer) always tells people I'm a service dog in training because she is proud of how well I'm doing.

10.  Everybody says I'm "so smart" whatever that means.  I love to play and to work so I do what Mom asks me to do...she loves that.

Mom says she has to get going.  I'm going to tag someone...don't know who yet.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another Job for Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/628719</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 16:30:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I like to work, it's in my nature, so why not take on another job?  The Boss is so impressed with ho ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I like to work, it's in my nature, so why not take on another job?  The Boss is so impressed with how I'm doing that she's asked Mom to assist with training.  You know what THAT means!  I get to be Demo Dog.  I have to act like I'm doing this stuff at a more basic level even though Mom now uses mostly hand signals.  After my Demo Dog act, I'll watch Mom help The Boss in getting the other people to do that with their dogs. I think being an example is pretty hot stuff.   Mom is stoked about assisting The Boss with training other dogs.  She says she's so proud of me.  When I see her work with other dogs, I'm proud of her, too.

Today, I did the whole agility course several times off leash.  The Boss told Mom that since I'm having so much fun with it and tend to grab at my leash, that Mom should use a "tug", take me off leash and have me grab the tug every once in awhile.  I get excited and run and bark and grab because, well, it's just a blast.  At first I got to grab the tug after only 2 or 3 pieces of equipment.  After the second time through, though, I only got to grab it after the "table" countdown.  It's much more fun without a leash and with something to growl at and shake when I'm done.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Off leash in class</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/628438</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 10:01:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom says I'm &quot;da bomb&quot;.  Yesterday, I went through most of my class off leash.  No big deal to me.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom says I'm "da bomb".  Yesterday, I went through most of my class off leash.  No big deal to me.  At first I was draggy, Mom was depressed I think.  The Boss said "happy, happy" to Mom and she remembered we were having fun, started saying "yay!  good heel, very nice, good job."  She had her shirt around her waist, dangling right in front of me, so I got happy and gave it a pull or two.  Mom laughed.  I trotted.  The only time I went a way from Mom is when The Boss said, "yay Rethy!"  She was proud and happy.  Then she said, "Oops," Mom said "Heel" and I remembered what I was supposed to do.  At the end of class, Mom seemed surprised and said, "she's doing so well" to the boss.  Sheesh, I know that.  I have this stuff down.

Today is my birthday.  I'm one year old, whatever that means.  We're going for a walk in a few minutes, then I get to chase my ball.  Life is good!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Vacation - sort of</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/627225</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 08:47:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, this is the first time I've left home for overnight and now it's been a whole week.  EVERYTHIN ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, this is the first time I've left home for overnight and now it's been a whole week.  EVERYTHING is different.  I don't have a yard, so it's walking and hanging out inside the house, that's all.  There's a grassy area where bunnies and birds hide in the bushes all over the place.  And I'm supposed to chase a ball?  That seems silly.  Why chase a ball when you can go after something that moves?

Mom has to tell the lady she's visiting how to "be consistent."  Consistent, shamistent, I just want to waggle and talk and get excited.  Mom says no can do.  Sheesh.  We went to Cosco on Friday.  We are going to Walmart today.  Mom hates those places, but the nice lady loves them.  Mom says she should train me there, but so far, she just gets spaced out and I like to look at the people.  Mom is trying to figure out a way to get me to do something when she gets that way, but is embarrassed to do that, especially with the nice lady thinking she has to explain everything to everyone.  She tells everyone I'm a "service dog" when I'm not even wearing my work clothes.

Mom says we have to start doing this "task training" thing, but still hasn't figured out how to do it without putting herself in places she doesn't like.  Also, I get so distracted when other people give us attention.  Mom says we'll figure it out, but I can tell she wants more from me and I don't exactly know what it is.

She says we start driving again tomorrow and that we'll be driving in a storm.  Yuck.  Oh well, one day at a time.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>They Tested Me Today</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/625295</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Oct 2009 20:36:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'd say this was unfair, but actually, I felt good about how I handled it.  Today my person took me  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'd say this was unfair, but actually, I felt good about how I handled it.  Today my person took me to a restaurant and when we walked in, there was The Boss.  She completely ignored me.  I had my work clothes on, so figured she wasn't in to my wiggle butt-talking dance.  She always likes my wiggle-butt talking dance, but not today.  She didn't even look at me.  Okay, well, whatever.  They had lunch, talked about me, making my mat smaller, moving it around halfway through the meal.  When my person moved me between them, at least I got a toe sniff of The Boss.  I'm hanging out, half-snoozing and somebody dribbles crumbs all around in front of my face.  I know that one...HA!  I didn't bite.  They'll have to find another sucker on that trick.

Once we got outside, my person took my work clothes off and I got to totally do my wiggle-butt pretzel dance and tell The Boss all about it.  My person doesn't let me do that dance with ANYONE but The Boss so I when i can, I let 'er rip.

Then we went over to the hotel.  Hoo boy, back into that little room that makes my tummy go fwoop.  I didn't want to go in this time.  The Boss said, "just put the treat in front of her nose to get her moving forward."  Yum! my favorite.  I followed right in, then fwoop and the treat is in my mouth--maybe this isn't so bad.  Up, down, in, out, about turns, settle in the back, okay, okay, I get it.  I only got 3 treats out of the whole thing, but hey, it was worth it, totally.  Because that little room really isn't any big deal.  Then we walked up and down the hallway, The Boss coaching to get me closer to my person's leg.  Well, okay.  Whatever.  She never misses a thing.

Tomorrow is play day, though.  Agility!  WAHOO!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>First City Trip</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/622658</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 16:42:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Wow, so many different smells and noises.  We walked on wood like my deck.  It was pretty hot so we  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow, so many different smells and noises.  We walked on wood like my deck.  It was pretty hot so we went into some stores and walked around...more smells.  Mom wasn't moving fast enough, I just wanted to go, go, go and every time I got myself going, she'd turn around.  What's the point of that?   Why go back that way?  Been there done that, let's turn around again, ok?

I went on my first elevator ride, too.  It had a yellow floor that made a noise while my tummy went fwoop.  We walked out the same door in a different place.  Very weird.  I liked the place we sat while Mom ate.  I could look out over the street.  At one point, there was a dog barking and barking and barking right below us.  Rude, I thought.  Then a motorcycle started up and drove off with the dog barking.  Thank goodness they left, maybe I could snooze.  

After a ride down the elevator, a drink of water and potty break, we went over to the train station...lots of benches lined up, shiny floors and just a few people.  Mom took me out by the train, but the pavement was too hot to walk all the way to it.  Instead, we practiced getting on a bus.  I didn't mind getting on, just didn't want to go sit down, thank you very much.  Mom says we'll need to go for a bus ride soon.   Maybe it won't be so bad, but I was happy to get my paws back on terra firma.

There was a pigeon in the train station.  I wanted to follow it around, get a good sniff, but Mom made me "drop!"  "freeze!"  It's hard to concentrate on where a pigeon is headed when you have to stay in one place.  Sheesh.

When I got back in the car, Mom took off my work clothes, ruffled my ears, gave me a kiss and told me I was the BEST dog, whatever that means.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Boss is Back in Town</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/622317</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 10:28:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Whoooo boy.  I've been getting away with some stuff, you know, just playing, but still...  Yesterday ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whoooo boy.  I've been getting away with some stuff, you know, just playing, but still...  Yesterday The Boss was back at agility.  OH, I was happy to see her.  She's the only person Mom lets me squeal and get my total silly on with.  Well, what the heck, she's always telling us what to do, I should be allowed some over-the-top silly with her. 

Yesterday I was going through the course with Mom, getting all excited, barking grabbing my leash, who wouldn't?  It's a blast.  Then Tne Boss called a halt to it.  I had to return to my mom after EVERYTHING I did.  Sheesh.  I couldn't get on a roll without "Front!" or "Drop!"  I tried to ignore it a time or two, but it just wasn't worth it. I had to go back and wait forever to get to the next thing.  Finally, I got it that if I looked at Mom before I tore off for the next thing, she'd point and say it "tunnel" or "dog walk" or "teeter".  I just had to wait for her and man is she slow.  I had to sloooowwwww way down, darn it.  But The Boss says as soon as I pay attention after everything, then I can speed up again.  The best part is, I get to go off-leash.  

There is still a part with poles that we don't do.  Mom says I have to wait one more month, but that one doesn't make sense to me anyway, so fuggetaboutit.  "Tunnel" "tube" "teeter" "dog walk," I love those oh and "table, drop" that's fun too.   This is my favorite play time.  I could go a lot faster if they let me.  Maybe if I'm REALLY good, Mom will let me run all the way through without that "drop" "focus" or "front" "finish" stuff.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>CGC Test, YAY</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/617688</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 19:01:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Today, I passed my CGC test.  We have been studying and working.  I was doing everything great.  The ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today, I passed my CGC test.  We have been studying and working.  I was doing everything great.  Then, when we went into the ring, my person got really nervous.  What the heck?  I looked at her and thought, are you sure you want me to sit?  You look like a wreck, don't you want me to lead you out of here?  If not, snap out of it already.  Well, she persisted, so I did what she said.  Sheesh.  We didn't practice with all of that nervousness going on.  I did well anyway...just because I'm a good citizen.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Easy Peasy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/614691</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 12:26:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I got on the bus today.  No big deal except the floor vibrated.  My person seemed surprised and gave ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got on the bus today.  No big deal except the floor vibrated.  My person seemed surprised and gave me all kinds of loving for following her up the stairs.  I do that all the time.  They were just grainy black steps in a different place.  Hey, I'm always up for adventure.  What's next?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Learning All the Time</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1014804/diary/Work_and_play_my_good_life/614400</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 10:38:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rethy (reethy) CGC, PSD ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday, I went out to lunch and to a store with my vest on.  Everything seems so serious with tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday, I went out to lunch and to a store with my vest on.  Everything seems so serious with that vest on, so I have to pay attention.  At the store, people walked by, in and out of the door, some looking at me and smiling.  If I had a tail I would have wagged.  If I could, I would have jumped up and squealed a little bit, wagged my rear-end (hey without a tail, a girl has to use what she has) and charmed my cute little self right into a whoop-de-doo.  But NO, I had to lie on my towel and watch.  Well, that's okay, really.  I was relaxed.  Then there was this noisy thing with wheels my person kept rolling around in front of me.  What the heck?  It blocked my view and had no purpose I could think of, just to make noise.  Then I had to walk with my person behind the darned thing.  I couldn't see through it, so I walked to the side which seemed okay first.  Then my person started turning this way and that way.  I couldn't tell which way we were going without stepping behind the thing and walking beside my person.  So much better even though I couldn't really see much.  The wheely thing was moving away from me, not toward me so it didn't bother me to follow it.  My person did the good girl what a good girl rub on my head, so I must have done it right.]]></content:encoded>
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