Mortie, the Jackapoo, did beautifully at puppie kindergarten. Last class Merve the trainer challenged me with the task of getting him to lie down on command and by that afternoon Mortie could do it. He just loves his treats, he’ll bring out his whole repetoire of tricks to get them. Mortie will look, sit, wave his paw madly, lie down roll over–anything till he figures out what I want to part with some goodies.
But on command, in front of the whole class, I got Mortie to lie down on command. We got applause. Merve sat down and told me to teach the class. As if.
Then Mortie fell in love with the lovely black-furred brown-eyed shitz poo Maggie right beside us. He would no longer listen to anybody. Merve wanted to demonstrate “Stay” with Mortie but gave up. In
fact he finally made Maggie sit at the other end of the room. Poor Mortie’s heart was broken.
Then we needed to go to a pool party to say goodbye to writer/friend Rachael Preston. Mortie went into the crate, what a day for him. Broken hearted and no family to comfort him.
We left the party early to comfort him.
Now we have to work on the commands Stay and Fetch. Eat would be way easier. Bite me, that would be good too.
Yesterday I finished writing a book I call Avalanche, the fourth book in The Wild Life Series in Norway and Sweden. It’s due there in August so it should be ready in time.
It’s tough ending a book. There’s such a feeling of dissatisfaction for me ,knowing the perfect version in my head is now
an imperfect version on paper that needs to be re read and rewritten over and over.
I reread it today and found some astounding date and day errors. This kind of stuff always happens. As you reread you mark what day it is on a paper, then suddenly you’re really into the content and forget to mark that the day has changed when characters go to bed and/or wake up.
So tonight I made more adjustments, making sure clues that I had inserted are reaped when solving the mystery.
Tomorrow I need to review the subplot, the romantic element. I’m sure that that problem gets solved way too early and needs to be stretched out.
For the most part the real rewriting will be after other writers have read the manuscript and commented on it.
Time for some creative panic now. What if something major is wrong? To complicate life a coworker at my magazine is seriously ill. I know I may have to jump in and write and edit things that I’ve never had to before. But her illness also wants to make me “seize the day” and not work myself to death.
My best hope is that Avalanche is sound structurally.
I’ve been looking at our poor sad Beta triplets and saying I really must clean their bowls for the longest time. They are beautiful fish and ask so little. Just the occasional speck of food and clean water say once a month.
But it’s a life threatening situation for them too. They don’t like to be dumped into the sink, they don’t like to be fished back out. On occasion they have leaped into the air and hurtled to the hard porcelain floor. Then I have to scoop them flip/flopping around back into their clean bowls.
Today I did it. No injuries. So encouraged, I also washed the Jackapoo Mortie. He whimpered and whined the whole way through. Then for a long time after he shivered.
So I took him for lounge outside in the hot sun. Hard to shiver after that.
Next on the agenda was Father’s Day supper. I heated up lobster for six, we bbq’d steak for the non shell fish lovers and enjoyed a great dinner together.
So after a long absence while in Vancouver, I attended puppy kindergarten with Mortie the genius Jackapoo. After the puppies all visit with each other,Merve, the instructor, has the owners and dogs demonstrate sit and come. Let’ see there is a beagle,Simon, a doberman pinscher (forget his name) complete with bandages on his ear, a black poodle type dog, Maggie, and a caramel coloured poodle, Zoe.
Most of the dogs eventually came although they get distracted by the rows of dogfood on either side of them. Mortie and the doberman probably respond the best. The new trick we learned today was “Down”. After the puppy gets to you, you stand up and save the treat in such a manner that he/she lies down. Then you give the pup the treat and say “Good down.” (Such pigeon English)
Tall dogs have no problem with this command because they have to lie down to reach the treat. Short Mortie types can just reach down. In a moment when I thought no one was looking, I told Mortie to shake and he did. Merve then bet me Mortie wouldn’t be able to lie down on command next week. If he did, I could have Merve’s job.
The challenge was on. Never underestimate our Jackapoo. This afternoon he was bounding for me on “Come” and hurtling himself to his tummy on “Down”. The funny thing is I’m not sure Mortie knows the difference between all the commands. When he sees a treat he just tries out all his tricks out on me. He looks intently “Look”, sits, holds out his paw just in case I want to shake and then, if all else fails, slumps down.
Still by next week, I’m pretty sure Merve can hand me the reigns of his class. Afterall Mortie got the trick in a few minutes. After a whole week, I think I can teach him to wave to people from the car.
By the way I’m reading a funny book not available on the book stands ’till August.
It’s called A is for Angst by Barara Haworth-Attard. It’s almost like a Canadian version of the Snogging books except of course it’s in Canadian. None of that off putting British slang. Well I’m sure it’s not off putting to the Brits.
After being away a couple of weeks I knew I wanted to visit my mom who suffers from Alzheimer’s. I also was in charge of my six year old grandson Hunter so of course needed to combine the two. Then I added my puppy Mortie, bribing them all with a trip to the donut shop first. It was fun to watch Hunter agonize over his 12 choices especially when he had just one choice left–turned out to be another sprinkles donut.
We then visited my mom who was shouting at the people on the TV when we arrived. She said she liked them but they should put on a dress or pants. It was an AIDS/Africa special. Her talking level is only shouting now. She enjoyed selecting and eating her two donuts, one double chocolate and the other maple. Then we left for the splash pad at Lasalle Park. Nothing quite as fun as all those colourful showers and sprinkler systems. I waded through in my jeans trying to convince Hunter to try the ones I would have had I been wearing a swim suit.
Then I had to go home and face the end of my book Avalanche–also the end of the Wild Life Series. I feel I’m in the agaonizing position of the main character Zanna who needs to make a choice. Continue living with Dad in the beautiful Rockies where there seems to be nonstop lifethreatening disasters but where she’ll also be with her twin brother Martin and loyal wolf/dog Paris and boyfriend forever,
Tyler. Or move to Paris, France with her Mom who shipped her away in the first place over an argument about tatoos and a boy.
It seems simple here on a blog. Zanna and I are crying through this segment, we thought her parents might be together forever. Really they were only getting along well because they knew their time together was limited.
And so I wrote four pages and still didn’t decide. Maybe tomorrow I can finally type The End.