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The lads and I took a gamble today and drove 2hrs to Marysville to see if a forest loop track allowed dogs.

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This Agility Season written very boringly

I wrote this and it bored me so much I've rewritten it. It's now dot points

— better than last Autumn

— better than Spring

— Badger is really really nice

— I'll never be perfect, but it's still fun

-   I enjoyed feeling stronger in my legs after finishing Jaka's course.

Urgh now the new editor has lost half my words.



When give the dogs their carrots I always choose the biggest woodiest one for Badger, the juicy mid size one for Pan and the one that most resembles a penis for Javelin. I know he appreciates it.

I swear it was lighter already tonight

Goings on

Mostly it's all about getting excited for my trip right now. Sometimes my job is very frantic but then a little glow of joy comes out of my tummy because NOT LONG TO GO! Wheeeeee. Who cares about stock take when there is such a fun thing to look forward to.

I filled out Trumpies visa-application-that-isn't-a-visa-application-because-nobody-trusts-those-dodgy-aussies form last night. I promised I wasn't coming to America for terrorist activities so no one had better make me do anything crazy ok? I promised, and I'm a lady of my word.

The next things to start doing are finding travel insurance which seems to be easy. I suppose I should check that being airlifted from "the woods" after bear mauling is covered? That's the most likely scenario I can imagine where I will need expensive medical attention. Are the sheep at Poodletopia the kind that like to take out your knees? I've herd (haha I'm so funny) sheep can be like that.

Also start making a list of things to pack. I love a list. But I can't imagine that will be too hard to make because IT'S GOING TO BE SUMMER! You don't realise how absolutely stunning the idea of instant summertime is when it is 7.15am and it is still as dark as dark outside. Will I need some jumpers and a rainjacket though? I assume the temps can vary a bit.

In other news I've been taking this course and what a barrel of fun that is! Exactly what I was looking for and a perfect class to do in winter to keep fit before all this hiking Dawn and Tammy are going to make me do ;).  It goes for a month and you get exercises to do every night. By week 2 I can feel my legs getting much stronger and possibly my core although I completely suck at anything that involves core work. I like that he even runs a session on how to get up after falling over on course! He includes both the face-plant-eat-dirt situation and the bam!-hip-smashing version. I've put them below so you can see my non-existent push ups. I say I'm reenacting the falling over part better than if I was to do a real push up. Yes yes.

The exercises are really varied which keeps my easily bored mind interested.

Yesterday I was asked to help get a litter of 10 Lab puppies in a photo before they go to their new homes today. It was quite the task! Those things just flop off everywhere.

Big lumps of tug

The discussions about tugging and play made me wonder how I play tug with my dogs.  Poor Javelin always seems to LOVE tugging and then just find it weird and overwhelming so we play an odd game, an odd game that other dog trainers better than me could turn into something great. I kind of like our weird short game, especially when his lips dry out and his teeth get stuck out.

Pan did very much like this rabbit skin as a tug toy, that is probably the most enthusiastic tugging you will ever see from Pan.  She also likes it when toys rip apart as she tugs with them, because that means she is the best.  She also enjoys if you blow on her face and poke her and look scared because that also means she is the best.  You can also clap her, because that means she is the best. Slightly annoying that Badger is completely in the way at all times for this video.

Badger is of course a standard Border Collie who loves tugging, probably because I am happy when we play tug so that means he is super happy and then that means I'm super happy and in turn he gets happier and then I get ever happier to see him so happy... and it just keeps going like that.

I couldn't edit very much because I found myself smiling the whole time while watching these.

Righto, we are up. +Gore

Not really sure where this post goes.

The ramp up to seed peak season is a difficult time for everyone involved.

January is typically the time for hope and positivity. Without failure, every year someone (myself included) says "I think we'll be right this year, we've done such better planning". And it's true, every year we do better and better planning, but planning is only as good as how accurately you can predict the future and that is never an easy task. The golden cloud of January hugs you with warm safe arms. It could never be as bad as last year, we've got it all under control.

February cruises in with solid work and there are a few phone calls to interrupt you mid thought, but you can deal with this. It's the peak season after all. It's going to be busy. You have a few hours where you get behind because of unexpected problems to solve, but you catch up by the end of the day. It's at this point you convince yourself that shit yes, all that planning is certainly paying off. No one is going to have to work overtime this year. Sweet.

March begins. Mentally you are prepared for March, or so you think. This is the big one. The mighty month. The phones stay manageable in week one. High fives all round. Smashing it. A few people take leave or take a half day and a collective, palpable frown goes around the office. Mid March is when you can see that the body is willing but the mind is not. Friction between who's working more/harder starts to happen. The mental resistance to working at a frantic pace when things have been steady. Inside you just feel grumbly and everyone else around you is grumbly. By the last week in March the overtime and weekend work has begun coupled with common conversations that go "I was thinking about (..insert seed problem..) in the shower this morning" and everyone goes to bed thinking about seed and wakes up thinking about seed.

By April you're in the zone. It's not a great zone because it's a bit frantic and everyone makes mistakes but finally everyone is in it with you. The whole team hums and sometimes fights a little but damn you are pumping seed out of every vein. Seed Seed Seed! You're on. No more friction from slugish minds wanting to stay in their comfortable cave.

Speaking of mistakes, that brings me to the severed finger. One of our guys in the plant put his hand in a moving auger last week. I was on Team Search for Fingers in the Seed because that's at least something I could do. The other workers thought his fingers had been severed so we looked for ages. It was a very strange feeling to be pushing seed through a screener knowing that if you felt a rubbery thing it was someone's finger. Turns out the fingers had stayed attached but just mutilated in a way that looked like they were missing. I don't mind gore but seeing that fear on his face is what leaves you shaken. Lucky for him he is expected to have a full recovery.

Yesterday I closed the electric window of the car on Pan's upper jaw. Somehow I didn't crush her face. She just has some bleeding on her gums. She's ok too.

I never know if I would like a job that is more steady. Would I get bored? Or is this ramping up for long periods no good for me? I don't know anything else so it's hard to compare.

Well that was boring

I always love a good "Which way is faster for your dog?" scenario. It's like getting a little analysis present and it isn't even your birthday.

So I was over the moon when Jane Elene Christensen posted another one of her perfectly handled, perfectly calm videos. I will never be Jane Elene Christensen. Not even if you drugged me could I be that calm.

This somewhat basic looking setup absolutely smashed Badger and I. We did every off course, even the off courses you can't imagine.. we did them. Quite hilarious. So this heavily edited version is the outcome.

I bet you're excited to see which way was fastest for Badger?! Yes??!! I eagerly got inside after training to chop up the video and find the amazing answers to the mysteries of Which Way is Fastest....

Very Boring Answer

Mar. 26th, 2017

Seed. All the time seed. It's that time of year. In between seed and the moving of seed I get to walk my dogs which is nice.

One more week of daylight savings I think. I treasure each little hour in the evenings. It has been a surprisingly hot March.

We went to the whippet racing again but poor Jav was just so hot I only let him have one run. He was as bananas as ever. He really really likes it. Which is awesome. I had the only whippet who did his run, came back to me just as fast and then lay down. He did his dramatic prostrate slump; tongue lolling, head flopped and trying to resemble a pancake. I did wonder if he was having a heart attack but he came good.

I think winter coming will be a good thing.

Dog Pool

The Mystery of Dog Pool started one day when I was crusing around Google Maps in my local area and found Dog Pool.  As much as Crystal World intrigued me I was dumbfounded that a Dog Swimming Pool had evaded me all this time.  This is just minutes from my house.  How could I not know of it?

After further googling it was even stranger.  No website, no names, just a landline.  That's it.

The location of Dog Pool is in a suburb that has odd signs dotted around stating something like "Warning: This area is declared for intensive dog breeding purposes".  I'm not sure what you are meant to do once you have read these signs.  Run? Take cover? Wear condoms? Not sure, but forewarned is forearmed or however the saying goes.

I decide to drive by and see if Dog Pool was even real.  We jiggled along the dirt road until low and behold, a faded, almost illegible Dog Pool sign emerged from the bushes

Dog Pool looked dead.

But then in that green shed I could see a door open and a car out the front and a somewhat newish sandwich board if I squinted really hard.  Fuck it. I'm going in.

I park and go through the doors in the dark dark shed.  It takes a while for my eyes to adjust and I have that awkward feeling that if someone is in the shed they are probably staring right at me but I can't see them yet.  I wait.  There is nobody in the shed.  Everything is old.  Like 1970's old.  In the middle of the shed is a very deep snake shaped pool.  And it is running and pumping and cleaning and doing all the things a working functioning Dog Pool would do.  I poke around.  I find a Greyhound weighing apparatus from the early 16th century.  I find a pot belly stove that must be used to heat up the shed in winter.  I find lots of signs about rules of the pool.  Whippets and Greyhounds must wear muzzles.  Everyone has to be out by 7pm on Wednesdays.  If you want to book Michael Bell you have to ring him for an appointment.  No liniment to be applied before getting in the pool because it creates a horrible film on the water exclamation mark exclamation mark.  The only thing I don't find is people.  So I casually stroll out as though I totally know what the go is.

I slowly reverse out of my park and realize an odd caravan sits off to the side of the shed.  Some men roll up and without even glancing in my direction say hello to someone in the caravan and then go straight in.

Damn it.  I'm too scared to go to the caravan.

I'm ringing that landline number during the week.