I hate November. It’s cold. It’s rainy. Here in the Maritimes we probably won’t see the sun again until December. Even the holiday is depressing. Important, but depressing. Spring never seems as far away as it does in November. The day after Halloween feels like the end. The leaves are almost all on the ground. Nature looks as if it has given up the will to live. November used to be my least favourite month of the year.
Until now. Now we have a dog without a fenced yard. A very high-energy dog. It can get pretty intense. For a large part of the year we have to be very creative in providing an outlet. Agility, flyball, tug games, trick training, crate games, head-coshing, Canine Genius toys, smothering with a pillow, Valium (for me, not the dog)… It’s not easy.
However, in November that all changes.
In November, our city allows dogs off-leash in many of the fenced sports fields. It’s one of the best things city council has done for local dog owners. In the early mornings and late evenings, from now until May, that’s where you will find us. Instead of strangling her in frustration, I’ll get to practice fun things like circle work and recalls and fetch and chase and “No! Don’t bark at that poor jogger!”
Sorry, February. I can’t hate November any more. I guess you’re it now. In a few months, it will be go time. You better be ready.
Apologies for the crappy cell-phone shot. To be fair I was trying to restrain a hyper-active dog from eating garbage at the same time.