Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
So. We took the camera to dog obedience class.
Did we take any pictures?
Any pictures of the dogs "Leaving It!" and "Taking It!" and "Placing!" ?
Any pictures of the two wending strolls around the store wherein we tested focusing skills by walking past cages of fluttering, chirping birds and eye-level tanks of colorful, darting fish?
No. We stinking FORGOT we had the camera.
But, next week, maybe. Next week we may learn hand signals, because once again, we are ahead of the basic, into the intermediate, and AWESOME.
I do know that walking on the trails has become way more fun. We hardly trip over eight dog feet entangled with the four human feet. The pesky shoulder pain has lessened considerably and I dare say the calluses on our hands from the leash burns have softened a bit.
Here are two pictures...posed and for the teacher's "brag" board. We'll see what we can pull off next week.