While my iron-woman daughter was riding her bicycle over 1000 miles in Florida, and being recognized in the national publication for her sport as the top woman rider of the month, I was practicing my meditation techniques. Trying to relax my body even more deeply I fell asleep and dreamed I was snorting coke with a homeless Al Pacino.
It only takes a few times to teach Mattie a new trick. She knows "Look at me" - "Sit" - "Where's your ball?" For some reason I used a gesture when I taught her to lay down, so I have only to make that gesture. I taught Mattie how to "shake" yesterday. She has it down now but she does it so enthusiastically that my arms and hands are scratched. Next on the agenda is "stay".
Mattie and I have a serious miscommunication regarding the signal she uses to let me know she is ready to come into the house. She learned to bark at the horses from Jake. Because she is not a timid dog (like Jake) she discovered on her own that if she runs at the horses barking ferociously, they take off in a bucking, snorting stampede. It is a terrible habit for everyone involved! As soon as I hear her barking, I rush to the door and yell for her. She comes running when I call. This started as a way to keep her from chasing the horses but now it is the only way she knows to signal she is ready to come indoors. She is no longer free to spend much time out of the house due to this problem with the horses. Having a smart dog keeps a person on her toes.
The accomplishment here is that I finally realized that Mattie had trained me to let her in by barking at the horses. ("I am not a smart woman..." - Forestina Gump)
Working diligently to master retirement. Sleeping. Facebook. Netflix. Playing Zelda Breath of the Wild. Texting. Napping. Puttering. Minimal effort at art this week. I finally thought of a grand idea for the big painting for my son. It is a very cool idea but not sure I have the skill to accomplish it. It could be ugly. Very easy to paint over failures, though.
|With her trusty bike...|