Last week was the last session of Rita’s dog class. I’m skipping this session so I can work on what we did and will start taking her down there for the next session. One of the club members, who is a school teacher, asked me if I could bring Rita back yesterday for a student to meet her. I’ve been off since Thursday, so I thought it would be fine. The girl was doing a presentation on rescue dogs. She looked to be 14-15 years old. So I brought Rita down to meet her and told her Rita’s story. I brought her Rita’s adoption flyer and a picture of her playing in the back yard for her presentation. The girl was pretty shy, so Hope and I just started talking dog stories. We talked for almost an hour with this kid’s eyes just huge. Beauregard’s adventure with trying to compete in the Obedience Ring had passed by the time I started this blog. It’s too bad, they were riotous. On the recalls, he would stand at the other end of the barn and just tremble until I gave him the command. Then he would bolt to me, Hope said he looked like a race horse running, and then he would slam on the brakes and slide into a perfect sit right in front of me. Occasionally, he’d screw up. Screw ups included his dog decision to run dog laps around the barn, or the time he slipped and slid in ass first, legs in the air, on his back. He still managed to place his front legs perfectly where they were supposed to be, even though his butt and hind legs had slid past me. I did not know this, but she was afraid of Beau when she first met him. Mostly because he was so wild. She told me that after time she realized there wasn’t a mean bone in his dog body. There isn’t. We talked about how Beauregard was a breeder rehome and he was 10 months old when I got him. And how sometimes rescues don’t bond right away to their new owners. It took Beauregard a years to bond to me. There were points where I wondered if he would be happier elsewhere. I’m glad I stuck it out. He’s been worth every minute. Rita bonded almost instantaneously with me. She may spend the whole day barking at squirrels, but at the end of the day, she really NEEDS to know where I am. She has always pushed the crown of her head into me to get the back of her neck rubbed. She’s one of those cases where the dog bonded immediately. It’s not always like that. Rita was a great example of a dog lost. I’m having a terrible time getting weight on her. She eats more than Beau does. Beau weight 76, Rita weight 49. They eat Evo, and I really think Rita isn’t assimilating her food well enough. Be it from the residual of a worm infestation before she went into rescue or from her OCSD. (Obsessive Compulsive Squirrel Disease) I’m thinking about supplementing her diet with probiotics. The point being, she looks like a rescue still. She’s rail thin, well muscled, but rail thin. Hope told a couple of stories about dogs she’d rescued. A German Shepherd that had been the shelter dog for three years and the new director announced there would be no more shelter dogs. Hope took him home. Hard cases that no one else wanted. I told her about Toby the Gypsy Doberman. (see bloglog for Toby’s story). I think the gal will have a good presentation. She thanked me profusely for bringing her the materials and for coming to see her. If one kid learned something from listening to us, that’s great. If just two or three learn something from her presentation, that’s awesome.
All in the Family
I think I mentioned that my cousin and his wife were here for a couple of days. He just wanted to hang out with the family rather than sight see. I didn’t know that, but it worked out to be a boon for me. We went and picked up my Dad and spent all afternoon Sunday digging out fence posts and resetting them. Dad broke up the existing fence.
Unfortunately, he caught his arm or did something, his skin is paper thin, and started bleeding like a stuck pig. So here he is taking a time out under Beauregard’s watchful eye with his arm all bandaged up. God knows what the old woman is looking at. Yesterday we started around 11:30 and framed it out.
Then we went and got lunch. When we got done it was around 1:30. They had to catch a 3:30 BART train, so I figured I’d put the panels up myself. Not so. His wife said, let’s get that fence finished. She brought the boards up the hill and I drilled the holes and he placed the screws and the fence was finished an 70 minutes. And they made their BART train. And now I can quit worrying about my dogs getting out.
Numbers don’t lie
One of our gentle readers informed me that Financial Title’s numbers for January were a loss of $680,000 in just ONE county. February was looking to be a quarter of a million loss in that county. So nearly a million dollar lost JUST IN ONE COUNTY. Wonder what the other counties did. Now that things are starting to stabilize in the marketplace Escrow Officers are diving off the sinking ship in droves. This can’t be good. Is United General far behind in the takeover? And don’t you just wonder what John Harritt is doing these days? He’s got to be the loneliest guy in the title business.