A little discombobulated over here in TrishLand.
I've been trying to write for days. It feels uncomfortable when words don't flow. No music. No personal journaling. No public journaling. No story ideas. No scripting. Nothing.
I'm forcing this entry -- for me -- because I want to write. Not sure what the block is. I know I have to roll with it. I get so distracted lately. I mean, ve.ry. dis.trac.ted. The Internet is the worst. TV is the second worst. Netflix is the third. And God help me get through this entry before I give in to this hankering for Ben & Jerry's Half Baked frozen yogurt. I could easily suck down the whole pint to the hysterical knee-slaps of Airplane! on DVD.
Hopefully I'm getting what I need out of all this distraction. Maybe my creative mind needs a break? Yeah right. Sure. Let's go with that.
A small (but huge) update in doggy world : LUCY
I've been walking this young, beautiful, strong, aggressive German Shepherd for about a year and a half.
~ She's never been leash-trained or socialized with other animals because when she was rescued, she needed quite a bit of reconstructive surgery on her hind leg. She spent 5 months of her life in a cast, immobile. So she acts a little like a wild animal. She's becoming more familiar with the boundaries and commands but it's a struggle to get the walking collar on her. I have to be completely on guard when out on a walk with her. Any sound of a dog nearby can set her off. ~
She would lunge, bark, growl and claw her way toward any other animal that would cross our paths. I was constantly on guard.
On May 11, 2004 I wrote this in Journey to Peace:
~ The goal is to hopefully get her socialized so she can come to the dogpark with us every day. I believe it's possible. ~
Today was that day! One year and five months later.
I brought Lucy to the dogpark with us. I only had a few dogs in my group (since I lost 2 clients in 2 weeks) so today was the perfect day. I never let her off leash. I kept her by my side, as if we were walking on her streets. And she was amazing! UH.MAY.ZINGGGG!
Her mom was so nervous that she drove to the dogpark and stalked us from her car (we didn't want Lucy to see her, thinking it might distract her from 'training'.) She was thrilled and amazed by what she saw. All the dogs were very good with each other. Lucy wanted to meet everyone. She even got excited and wanted to play with a few. Her tail was up and wagging after the first 10 minutes of sniffing around. She didn't growl once. Not one little bit. She didn't hide. She listened to me. She liked all the dogs - big, small, male, female, neutered and un-neutered.
I wanted to throw a party and scream and jump up and down. But that could've put a snag on all our hard work. The last thing a hyper dog needs is a ticker-tape parade. So I did the next best thing, praised her with calming, low tones, a strong stance and a few assertive words, "I am very proud of you Lucy."
We won't be able to do this every day. But I can definitely bring her with a small group on light days. At least until we both get more used to the idea of being social together. She's still too unpredictable. But our training will increase as we run into situations at the park or on hikes. It's the best practice. This will be much better for her than a walk in her neighborhood. She's worked very hard for this moment. I'm so excited I could burst.
Okay, time for that frozen yogurt and DVD now.
My picks for the Vivi Awards.
Monaco Music Mondays update.
Some cool linkage.