Two years ago we adopted Dory, a small boxer, to give her a new lease on life. She was only 5 weeks old when we saw her; she had to wait at the shelter for a week to be old enough to be spayed before coming home. From the day she walked into this house she was about playing and making you laugh. She was one in a million type dog who would try anything asked by you. She never complained and always accepted the new animals that came in and out of the house. She was always willing to play any new sport even if it was by her own rules. (Like picking up the frisbee markers on lure coursing instead of chasing the lure.) She never met a person she did not like. Dory could raise any puppies, she was an excellent nanny and taught the puppies manners. She also enjoyed herding. But her best asset was being supportive to those who needed her. Although, as a puppy, she would walk like a bull in a china shop, she has learned how to settle and now lives for her person. Dory from now on will be known as Ruby because to her owner she is the perfect gem. We wish them well on their continued success.
Weekends aren't always a busy time for Rocket, Usually only a trip to the nursing home to visit friends and maybe a ride around town to pick up more dog food and treats. But this weekend was packed.
Friday was herding day. Rocket got First Place (!) on his first attempt at his Herding Ranch Dog (HRD) test. Friday night was Disc Dog training, trying out for a league starting next month.
Saturday morning was the second test for HRD, which he passed with flying colors. (Orange and blue actually, see picture) And Saturday afternoon was a visit with nursing home friends.
Sunday was Flyball practice and schmoozing with the other owners.