Tag? Don't judge me.

So, a few months ago a fellow Blogger put the challenge out to me or in the Internet chain letter format - she tagged me.  I am now required to write  7 random/weird facts about myself or I will have some sort of issue throughout my life - Just kidding - I don't think there is any sort of curse with waiting to expose these personal facts other than taint my image.  I am hoping it will be fun my readers won't think I am a freak! 

I'll be honest this is tricky...  how do I pick which 7 of my quirks do I feel okay with sharing....

1. I am a shoe freak -it's true.  One day I went to Canadian Tire to by a shelf to store all my shoes and they don't fit...  The shelf has 8 shelves and the shoes are doubled up (One on top of the other) on each shelf, some summer sandals and flip flips are piled 3 and 4 pairs high because they are flat.  Each shelf has approximately between 10 and 12 pairs on it.... Do the math.... The top shelf has boots because they are taller and don't fit in the shelf. PLUS, I have 2 boxes with other shoes that didn't make it onto the shelf.  All of this is kept secretly in the basement - that way people can't bug me when I say I need to buy new shoes. 
2. I like to garden.  Yes - it's true!  I like to grow my own vegetables and flowers.  My favorite is when I get to pick them and put them fresh into a salad and serve them to friends...  I love that feeling of "home made".
   
3. I have to have my dishes and glasses stacked a certain way in the cupboard... It's not like I think the world will end if they are stacked differently but it makes me uneasy...  I have had friends over for dinner and after we are all done and doing dishes I will see them put a green bowl on top of an orange bowl...  my blood pressure jumps and I try to ignore it.  Once the coast is clear I re-arrange it a go on living peacefully.
4. Everyday I walk my dog in an off leash park that is bordered by a residential alley.  This is where the garbage pick up is as well.  I am not a garbage picker but I saw a vintage floor lamp, circa 1950's siting in the alley behind someones house so I grabbed it and continued walking with my dog.  I carried it all the way through the park and got it home.  Not only was the light bulb left in it still working the lamp works just fine!    
   
5. So many people including Hailey, (the fellow blogger who has me exposing my weirdness to the world) love the TV show Gilmore Girls.  I don't get it.   I have never been interested in it.  The dialogue is way too over the top - no one actually talks like that - the script writers are clever but it is so rehearsed...  I think I have watched 3 episodes ever.  I can't have those hours back now. I know many people like it but I have never connected with it.
   
6. I always secretly laughed and mocked those people who had "Dog Art".  Especially those velvet pictures of dogs sitting at a card table, wearing people clothes while the dogs drank, smoked and gambled.   Although it probably fit in well in their 1970 inspired "rumpus room" with avocado green shag rug and wood panelling.  I remember looking closely at these dogs and it was a fun picture - kinda kitschy!  But I always thought my art design taste was more contemporary with classic styling.  I am drawn to modern versions of classical design.  Well, last summer I was looking for something to hang in my front room.  Guess what I bought??
7. Sometime after Survivor aired I became drawn into this world of reality television.  I think I have watched almost every reality TV show made!!!  The trashier the better!!!  Everything from Big Brother, the Bachelor, Paradise Hotel, The Apprentice, Average Joe, Beauty and Geeks, America's Next top Model, Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire and the list goes on.  I maybe don't watch the whole series but I like to see what they are about.  I don't like to admit it but I always wonder what I would be like on a Reality show.  I would apply for the Apprentice - it is one of my favorites! 

Well, I guess that wasn't so bad.  Now you know some weird little facts about me.

Don't judge me!  

My best time

What a beautiful bride...

I can't explain how truly happy I was for my dear friend Charmaine to find the man of her dreams and marry him.  I was purely joyous to see her celebrate the beginning of a new life together.  Both the bride and groom wrote their own vows and she had the great line in her vows...  She said all the important stuff, like how she will stand by him and love him and how he is so wonderful.... all nice but the best line I've ever heard was when , after a long pause and with an emotionally quivering voice, she said "you're my best time"

What a great way to say I like you and I love you!  Char has always had a way with words but this was publishable...  I loved it!  

I can't wait to find someone who will be my best time - especially since I have some pretty great times now!!! 

Congratulations Char and Glen!!  I am so happy for you guys!!

Question 4

Tell us some crazy dog stories that made you laugh (Part A) 

or cry (Part B)

A) My home is situated in an older heritage part of the city with big yards and large trees which was a perfect fit for bringing a new German Shepherd puppy home in August. When the seasons changed into fall the canopy of trees that line the streets lighten to beautiful shades of yellow, orange and red. For residence in my community we wait for the windy days to blow all the leaves down to rake them up before the snow falls. It was a particularly sunny fall Saturday and I thought I would get a head start on this project so I gave myself a time limit - in 1 hour this yard will be cleaned and ready for snow. I made a few piles in the yard while my dog sniffed around and watched the changing landscape of the yard. I was very focussed and fixed on a timeline to get this task done. As soon as I turned my back on my dog she would dive head first into the leaves... at first I was upset, "this is going to take forever if the dumb dog keeps spreading the leaves all over the yard!" But then I looked at her little face sticking out from the middle of the pile and laughed, eventually I found myself laying in the grass and leaves with my little 4 month puppy having a great time. In life we tend to get busy and forget to take time to enjoy the moment.





B) In Alberta we are lucky to have a provincial holiday called Family Day in February, originally designed to provide an extra day off in the year to be with the ones you love. As a young single girl on this particular occasion I thought I would spend my day off with my 2 year old dog, Paris. It was sunny and warm for a mid-winter day so we piled into my vehicle and travelled to an off-leash park that we had never been to. I put the car into park in front of a seniors building along the street where I saw all the dogs, their owners and their families. It was going to be a great day! We entered the park and it was fast becoming my favorite day of 2008 so far. After about 2 hours of hiking in the beautiful trees and along the paths I was ready to leave. Paris realized her fun was ending and I could sense her walking further away from me and not coming when I called. This has happened before but I was not prepared for the drama that we were about to go through. No matter how much I tried to trick her, corner her, lure her or even turn around and fake that were still walking - she would not return to me to go home. After about 45 minutes of trying to catch her I heard sirens coming towards us. Did someone call the police on me?? A fire truck and an ambulance pulled up in front of the seniors building where my car was parked. I tried to keep Paris away from the commotion because they had their own crisis to deal with and didn't need a lose German Shepherd running around. I thought if I walked over to my car she would follow but she didn't, one of the fire men was sitting in the truck watching my frustration increase. I decided that I would get in my car to move it closer to where the park entry was and away from the emergency vehicles. Perhaps my dog would see me driving that she would come over and hop in. My plan did not work out. As soon as I got in my vehicle the emergency personnel were wheeling the gurney out with an elderly woman on it and Paris was right in the middle barking. I slammed on my brakes, through my car into park and jumped out to help divert her away. She was still up to her tricks and 3 firemen were involved at this point trying to help me get her under control. Eventually she stopped and sat in the middle of the road with her ears back, I was able to clip the leash onto her collar and drag her into the car. I thanked the firemen for their help, got into my car and burst out crying. How did that go so terribly wrong? What could I have done differently? It was so overwhelming to me, I cried all the way home when I started talking about it later with a friend I just bawled. The fun and enjoyable 2 hours walk was forgotten by the 2 hours of chasing and drama that resulted at the end. The next day I logged onto http://www.bradpattison.com/ and signed up for his seminar for the coming weekend. I don't have a temper but I just felt so helpless, powerless and out of control. I truly was at the end of my leash!

Question 3

Puppies- just how destructive can they be? Tell us your story.

I went away for a weekend and left my little puppy, Paris with my brother and is wife. They just moved into their newly built home and decided they would contain her to the linoleum area by the back door when she wasn't in the basement or outside. My dog had a few toys she liked to play with and they were all in her lino corner. My sister-in-law noticed Paris was being rather quiet for some time so she walked over to the the back door and saw little dog ears perk up. My sister-in-law saw a cloud of white batten stuffing from the toys strewn about on the floor, it was like Paris was sitting in a cloud of white but she is no angel! The fuzzy toy innards were everywhere and my sister-in-law just laughed at the sight before she had to bag up all the mess and throw away the prized toys that became limp hollow fabric shells now.

Question 2

Tell us about your loss of a pet
There are 2 days from my childhood that relate to having an animal that I remember like it was yesterday because of the impact those days had on my life.
The first day was when I was going into Grade 2 after a family meeting we all piled into the car and drove to the local SPCA to pick out a dog. I don't remember any of the other dogs but Grizzly. He was a skinny 6 month old collie X that just shook from the excitement in the back set with me on the way home. He was a little timid at first but quickly became my best friend. Everyone in our family loved him deeply as he travelled with us to visit grandma, we took him camping in the mountains and fishing at the lake in the sun and on the ice. Everyone loved him because he was a great family dog.
In the coming years my mom decided to go back to work, my dad was worked long hours at his job that frequently took him out of town and I started to find new things to occupy my time as I grew older other than caring for the dog.
The second life changing day is still so real to me even now as I reflect on it. When I came home from my friends house, Grizzly did not come to greet me as I walked in. I remember asking without concern, "Mom, where's Grizz?" Her and my dad called me to the dining room, sat me down and with very upset and emotional faces said they started to talk to me. I don't really remember how they said it but they made the decision to surrender Grizzly to the SPCA for another family to enjoy him. Our schedules were so busy that he was being neglected. No one was taking him for walks, or grooming him, he just hung around the house and the yard because everyone in the family including us kids were too busy to give him the love he needed. I remember trying to negotiate his return, "I'll do more... I'll do better..." and then running to the basement wailing in tears for hours, it was a flood of emotion like I had never felt. I knew Grizzly wasn't dead and that another family was going to take him but I had lost him from my life, no good bye.
My dad loved that dog and he had to bring my uncle with him for support when they dropped him off. I knew it was tearing him apart too. The following day my uncle went in the SPCA to see what happened to Grizzly because he decided that he was going to adopt Grizzly because he loved him too. When he asked the staff there about him they said he was picked up earlier that day by a young family who lived on a farm just outside of town who needed a friendly family dog. They sure lucked out! Our family still struggles to talk about that day because of the intense pain that we all felt. My dad still breaks down in tears when he thinks about those days, but we always have the memories of the good times and the comfort knowing Grizzly was loved by many.

Question 1 - Dog trainers

Questions from Brad Pattison about Dog trainers- Tell me about how they gave you success or let you down

My Answer.

I signed up for dog training class that came highly recommended and we were told for the 8 week sessions to bring various items to class including, 2 leashes, a short one and a retractable one, a pocket full of soft chew treats (like Roll-Over cut up but not cheese - his words) and to not too feed your dog prior to class. Over the 8 weeks we discussed many topics but during this particular class we were learning how to walk our dogs on a retractible leash. I had a 7 month old puppy who was full of beans on this particular evening. I went to switch the leash on her collar she wriggled out of my grip and thought it was party time. Among the other young and untrained dogs she was trying to start a revolution by riling up the troops, all the dogs started barking as my dog weaved in and out of the panic stricken owners trying to soothe their excited dogs. The trainer was trying to corner my dog but she is a lot fast than him and made her way around the room about 10 or 15 times with everyone trying to coral her into a spot where she could be caught. This made the trainer very upset and embarrassed. I asked him what I would do if that ever happened again and he couldn't tell me anything other than, don't take her off leash for at least 2 years. I paid for that??

Boot Camp in my Kenneth Cole shoes sipping my Grande 1-Pump Sugar-Free Vanilla, Nonfat Latte (Extra Foam, Extra Hot)

Training a dog isn't as simple as some people think.  Not all dogs respond the first time just like not all children learn the same way. I have been raising a German Shepherd X based on information provided from various sources including an 8 week doggy training school.  This obviously has not worked out as well as I would hoped since we are still having some simple obedience troubles.  Her behavior problems are nothing out of control but enough to make me frustrated at her stubborn nature.

It finally came to a breaking point and I needed some sort of intervention.

It was more than coincidence

that Brad Pattison, from the Television series End of My Leash on the Slice Network was holding a training seminar in my city.  I signed up immediately on www.bradpattison.com!

It was not what I was expecting but it exceeded what I was looking for.  Real practical tools I could use in my own home with my dog.  There was some sample ill-behaved dogs that he worked with to show us practical tools to take home and apply.  I was so thankful!! 

There was quite a bit of controversy over how he presented and the statements he made but that is Brad - he likes to ruffle feathers, maybe that is why I like him.  He isn't conventional but expects more than just the standard.  Tough guys that likes puppies - He won me over!

At the end of Saturday's seminar we were offered the option to return on Sunday to Starbucks on Whyte ave for some urban agility and other tools for having a dog among city life.  That was great!  Paris, my dog, was able to get involved in some real action and she did very well.  Although it was hard on the owners, running in deep snow, slaloming the light standards and trees, climbing up picnic tables, benches and around posts all with our dogs attached to our waists.  Brad calls it "umbilical training", I call it stressful!  She would go one way and I would go the other.  Tangled mess but by the end of the 20 minutes she followed me a lot closer!!  I was shocked at the difference in this period of time.

We then switched areas at which point Brad barked the order for all the owners to get down (on the pavement) and do 10 push-ups, someone complained and he yelled out "20!" I laughed but he was serious.  So, here I am in my cute cotton spring pants, black Kenneth Cole dress shoes that are full of snow from the drifts we had to run through earlier, on all four with my dog attached to my waist doing push ups in front of Starbucks/Chapters in one of the trendiest spots in town!!!  I must really like my dog and believe in this training because that is ridiuclous. 

Immediately after I was on a mission to make changes. 

I have been pleasantly surprised at how consistency is more important when it comes to certain things as well as teaching respect and re-positioning myself as the "alpha-role" in the house has changed our relationship immensely...

Brad is my hero - I had some good laughs with that guy.  I seriously would love to spend a day with him, he was pretty intense but seemed to have a great sense of humor.  It was good times.

On Brad's web site there were some great questions I was looking at and I thought I would use them as my next set of posts. Just for fun.