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Post by hooligan on Jun 23, 2013 15:40:00 GMT -5
Thanks, Lisa. Club members got together for tracking early this morning, the first time Jack has done a really long track this year. At the urging of our TD and as a bit of a test, Bill laid an IPO 3 track for Jack, who absolutely sailed through it. As usual, though, Bill had to try to slow him down. Jack likes to track very fast, and as a result, he occasionally misses corners, though he nailed them today. Still, Bill is trying to persuade him to be a little slower and more deliberate.
On the way home, we passed very near the club grounds and decided to take the opportunity to pop in to do some training on our own. We wanted to practise running the blinds and the retrieves. Because we were there by ourselves, Jack was off lead. We knew that he likes the A-frame, but we didn't realize quite how much until we were finished and started walking off the field -- only to find that Jack had decided he wasn't finished with the A-frame and was going up and over on his own!
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Post by hooligan on Aug 1, 2013 21:28:02 GMT -5
Jack is currently whacked out on the floor beside Bill. Thanks to Tramadol.
A training injury. Happened last night when he was practising the long bite. He got jammed on the sleeve and cranked his neck. The helper's error, really, but it happens sometimes.
Everything seemed fine afterwards and this morning, when Jack and I drove up to my sister's in the country. She has a three-month-old, cute-as-a-button puppy (Lab, bouvier, GSD, great Pyrenees, plus ??), and of course, the two of them started to play. But every time Jack jumped and turned his head, he yelped. And finally, he ran away from her, ears flat and clearly unhappy. Definitely didn't want to play anymore, which for Jack is totally unheard of.
From that point, it became more and more clear that he was in pain. So I called Bill, who called and made an appointment with our vet while I, worried about a cracked vertebra or something similar, drove Jack back to the city.
The vet (not his usual doc and new to the clinic) gave his neck and back a good going over and pronounced it a soft tissue injury. Phew! The left side of his neck. So he's on enforced R&R for the next 10 days to two weeks. On-lead walks only. No ball chasing. No roughhousing. No fun of any kind. Which will be fine as long as the Tramadol lasts, but after that . . . our lives won't be pretty!
On the bright side, the vet was very impressed by how well-muscled Jack is. And she said that he has the slow heartbeat of an athlete. And of course, she was completely charmed by his smile.
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Post by dobermoms on Aug 1, 2013 22:14:54 GMT -5
Oh....I don't envy you trying to keep Jack calm for the next 2 weeks.....maybe you should be the one taking the drugs...!!!!!
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Post by hooligan on Aug 4, 2013 9:16:13 GMT -5
Jack's latest sneaky coup
When I was packing my bag on Thursday morning in prep for going to my sister's to stay overnight (the same visit that was cut short by Jack's vet excursion), I set out a couple of pair of underwear. But when I reached for them to put them in the bag, they weren't where I thought I had placed them. That's odd, I thought . . . but really, I am definitely growing more absent-minded with age, so I figured I had moved them or set them somewhere else without remembering (something I frequently do with my car keys, glasses, etc.). A search of the bedroom ensued, but no undies were to be found. So I shook my head in puzzlement, pulled a couple of other pair out of the drawer and threw them into the bag.
I'm sure that, by now, you've figured out where this is going.
Last night, Bill was shaking out and straightening the comforter in Jack's sleeping crate. And what should fall out? You guessed it. Two pair of women's undies. Unharmed and intact, fortunately. Needing only to go straight into the laundry basket.
Somehow, the sneaky little brat had managed to scoff my undies and hide them in his crate without my noticing. I don't know how he does it, but he's very good at waiting for just the right moment and very quietly snaffling things. He could give lessons, I'm sure. LOL.
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Post by Lisa on Aug 4, 2013 17:25:00 GMT -5
Hahahaha Dyanne! You made me laught... what a brat he is! I am not surprised he hid it in his crate. They love to have mommy smell next to them.
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Post by dobermoms on Aug 5, 2013 19:55:03 GMT -5
Good one Jack.....you made me laugh as well as I was reading the post. Lucky for you Dyanne that the undies were left intact. Kazi is 2 for 2-----2 pairs of undies stolen and chewed apart in the past 2 weeks.
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Post by hooligan on Aug 5, 2013 21:04:14 GMT -5
Fortunately, Jack makes us laugh, too. And Barb, as my unmentionables were falling out of Jack's comforter, yes, I did think immediately of Kazi. LOL.
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Post by hooligan on Aug 14, 2013 9:57:39 GMT -5
Ha! What goes round comes round, Jack!Having spent our entire first year with Jack pretty much permanently attached to one of our pant legs or bums, etc., Bill and I are delighted that he is finally getting his comeuppance -- from my sister's new puppy. Jack loves playing with Daisy and he's incredibly gentle with her. The two of them are hilarious together. But he tires of the game before she does, and to persuade him to play some more, she has discovered the same sneak attack that Jack used on us. She runs up behind him and chomps on a rear leg. This usually gets him going again -- for a while. But then he starts pleading with us to make her stop. Fat chance, Jack. This is our revenge -- finally! But we do take a bit of pity on him. My sister is in the country and the house is well away from the road, so we can leave the tailgate on our vehicle up and the door of Jack's car crate, open so that he has a place to flee when he needs a break from Daisy. She's still too small to jump in after him (but this isn't going to last very long). Here's a photo of Daisy. Jack can't resist this cute little puppy face (at first) and neither can we. (With big thanks to Martin for reminding me how to post more than one picture at a time.) Daisy and Jack on a walk together.
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Post by susanw on Aug 14, 2013 13:46:27 GMT -5
Daisy is very cute Dyanne but you can tell from Jack's body language he is not enthralled with her at all....lol. He's got that "buzz off kid" look about him. Too funny.
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Post by dobermoms on Aug 15, 2013 9:36:48 GMT -5
Kazi has also learned that trick with Dante....the biting of the leg. One thing though about Kazi.....she doesn't restrict it to just the rear legs....LOL. And the trick also work for her.
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Post by hooligan on Aug 15, 2013 10:36:56 GMT -5
Kazi has also learned that trick with Dante....the biting of the leg. One thing though about Kazi.....she doesn't restrict it to just the rear legs....LOL. And the trick also work for her. Yes, Daisy has started to up the ante, too. LOL. And in response to your comment on the N-litter thread, Barb, I am amazed at how Jack lets Daisy walk all over him. You want my ball, Daisy? It's yours. You want my bed? Sure, I'll move. Take it. You want my dinner? It's yours. And you're right, Susan. His body language says it all. He does tire of the constant harassment and ends up coming to me with this look on his face: "Mu-uuum, make her stop." But after the puppy hoops Jack put us through, I have zero sympathy. LOL. But we do make sure he can escape to his car crate.
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Post by hooligan on Aug 15, 2013 12:11:56 GMT -5
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Post by hooligan on Aug 15, 2013 17:50:54 GMT -5
Geez, this seems to be my day for posting. Here's a link to a video collage put together after a schutzhund seminar we attended last March. Jack appears at about the 50-second mark, and a couple of other Dobes appear later on. www.youtube.com/watch?v=N26m6FuCjCw&feature=youtu.be
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Post by hooligan on Oct 13, 2013 18:54:20 GMT -5
One of those lovely fall afternoons. I know people who live in s. Ontario are probably saying, "Huh? It was cool, gloomy and rainy. What is she on about?"
But I give thanks for days like this because crummy weather for everyone else is great for Jack. It means that we're highly unlikely to meet anyone else on the trail where we hike him, so we can put on our rain gear and allow Jack to run off-lead.
And now that he's 4-1/2 and is finally starting to mature, he was a delight. He ran out ahead of us, of course, but he never went far and paused constantly to check where we were. We also practised his recall, his down at a distance and his coming in to heel while off-lead. The heeling wasn't perfect, but it was pretty good — and the recall and down at a distance were perfect.
Happy thanksgiving, all!
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Post by Dobereich on Oct 14, 2013 2:55:08 GMT -5
One of those lovely fall afternoons. I know people who live in s. Ontario are probably saying, "Huh? It was cool, gloomy and rainy. What is she on about?" But I give thanks for days like this because crummy weather for everyone else is great for Jack. It means that we're highly unlikely to meet anyone else on the trail where we hike him, so we can put on our rain gear and allow Jack to run off-lead. And now that he's 4-1/2 and is finally starting to mature, he was a delight. He ran out ahead of us, of course, but he never went far and paused constantly to check where we were. We also practised his recall, his down at a distance and his coming in to heel while off-lead. The heeling wasn't perfect, but it was pretty good — and the recall and down at a distance were perfect. Happy thanksgiving, all! Thanks Dyanne, and happy thanksgiving to you and Bill... and of course our boy Jack. ;D
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