Meeting Shiva’s new walking chum, Brody, at the soccer field. His owners adopted him from East Coast German Shepherd Rescue around the same time we adopted Shiva. The two have very similar greeting styles, i.e. rushing forward into a strange dog’s face without regard for personal space or growled warnings. They were instant friends. I hope we get the chance to walk with him again.
Shiva was the only dog to dash straight through the tunnel during some difficult distance work. That’s my girl!
Not being a very vocal dog, it shocked me on Saturday when Shiva barked her way through three sets of weaves. What was that all about? Annoyance with her greatest nemesis? Was she trying to scare the poles into bending to her will? More running, less thinking! It’s hard not to crack up.
Nachos and cheese while discussing fears with an incredible group of women. I needed that.
Santa hats that light up and dance.
Watching as Jenna the Berner succeeded again and again on some really tough sequences. Her owner has done such a terrific job. I am so proud for them both.
Skipping the fun match in favour of sleeping in till eight-thirty on a Sunday morning. Shiva gave me my present early this year. (Don’t worry, we’ll be ready for the next one. It turns out our friend Toffee slept in too.)
The scent of a fresh pine tree wafting through the house.
Butter tarts and eggnog and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
Learning ways to deal with mind-numbing nerves through laughter and awkward Christmas solos.
Watching our dog trainer get peed on by Frankie the wee BC. Best. Facial expression. Ever.
Shiva being Shiva and all that implies, which includes manic running around the pup tent, jumping up on strangers, and nailing a challenging sit-stay. It’s nice to hear others agree on how far she has come. I feel so lucky she is willing to be out there with me, doing her best. What a privilege it has been.
What were your favourite weekend moments?