|Nov. 12th, 2012 @ 06:39 pm Drive in D minor|
|I am farm sitting Susan Crockers farm on Whidbey island, it really is not all that much work, feed the animals and train my dogs, it is enjoyable.|
The wireless on the laptop says “No Available connections” and I have not passed the farm gates for 3 days. I entertain myself with reading farm equipment catalogs and looking at the animals grazing.
At night Strider is sleeping in front of the fireplace, Merckx under my chair, Ben on the foot rest, Zen is on the couch and Cowboy is in his crate. There are few things in life as tranquil as a tired and content dog sleeping.
The horse, donkey’s and sheep have all been feed. I have a steaming cup of tea next to the comfy chair. The dogs are tired from a long day of practicing and I am aching, but a good ache. Outside the rain is slowly falling, looks like another cold night.
I am stuck in a fucking cliché.
This weekend I started to work my dogs using finger whistles, I have wanted to do this for a long time now. I forgot to bring my brass whistle so this weekend was as good as any to start. I have been practicing on my lunch walks at work, they are not good but maybe past the point of embarrassing.
The first day was a day of constant failure and frustration.
It was like Toby Keith singing your favorite Bob Dylan song
It was like driving a small car on the Irish country side.
It was like using your neighbor’s wife’s underwear.
It was a WTF with a side of confusion
I am afraid of horses, but Lykke and I got a long just fine, a good and wise horse.
I always thought it was really cool how 2-3 dogs can work side by side knowing what handler was blowing what, now I know why it works. Dogs really have a very keen sense of sound and inflections. They are trying so hard to do the right thing, guessing what I am trying to say, putting the screech in context with what direction the sheep are moving.
I was never good with the brass whistle and I might never be good at the finger whistles either but it is worth a try, with a little bit of luck I will be decent when my next dog is ready to train.
Wise is not the word I would use for Donkey, but he got a wicked sense of humor and don't like naughty K9's.
Day two was much better, I would say mostly thanks to my dogs because surely my whistles were no better than on day one.
Day three and four was sublime; I would trial with how we worked those days.
So do I have to start to worry about how I cut my pinky nails now?
My bottom teeth are a mess, can I have the dentist grind indentations for my fingers so they stay in the right position?
Could the dentist re tune my sound?
Will the tone change if I paint my nails, what about adding glitter, who would even know the answer to a question like that, Scott? Maybe Derek?
Will I finaly be a cool person?