Helen's Home World: July 2012

Monday, July 30, 2012

New Friend

On Saturday, I took all three boys to Dogs Canine Sports Centre, known as Dogz to everyone around Ottawa. There was a fun trial on but we weren't entered; I was just making it an outing for them all to see a new puppy a friend had just gotten from New York. The new puppy is the offspring of her young male Sheltie named Whistler. Whistler and Beckett are nearly the same age with Whistler being just 3 days older; hard to believe my baby boy could also be a Daddy.

Beckett, Victory and Whistler

The new puppy's call name is Sam. Keltic and Sam took no time at all to become fast friends; running around and playing with each other. They probably looked at one another and said, "hey, you look like me." Sam and Keltic are nearly the same age. Keltic was born in mid March and Sam in early April.

Keltic and Sam

Sam and Keltic

It was hard to tell them apart. But there are little ways. Keltic has some white on his face, Sam has none. On their back legs, Sam has boots, while Keltic has little socks. On their front legs, Keltic's are both white while Sam has one white and one brown (or should I say sable). It was hard to get a good shot of them as they were moving too fast, running through and playing in the tunnel.

Keltic in front, Sam in back

I'm sure they'll have lots of fun together as they grow.

Mish Mash Monday

Being a Boy!

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Wordless Wednesday

Who is a relaxed camper dog?

Monday, July 23, 2012

Camper Dogs

This past weekend, we went camping with some friends and their dogs. It's the third summer in a row we've gone for a weekend and our second summer at Fitzroy Provincial park, which is about an hour away from Ottawa.

At our campsite sitting and relaxing with dogs.

We are currently in a level 2 drought in our area so there was a complete campfire ban. It wasn't so bad without a campfire but the water levels were also very low so we weren't able to swim at the boat launch like we did last year. There was a couple places where the smaller dogs could swim so Beckett got his second swimming lesson and Keltic got his first. When I was out in the water with Keltic, Beckett actually came in swimming on his own, he had his life jacket on so that maybe helped out his confidence a bit. Most places though,we could only wade.

Beckett, Keltic and I wading in the Carp River.

Keltic and Beckett on the dock near the boat launch on the Ottawa river.

The water should be two to three feet higher than in the pictures. Last year there were pools deep enough to cover you when you sat down in the Carp river and we could swim in the Ottawa river near the dock. Not so this year.

We did get close to nature though. We had squirrels, chipmunks, quail and many grackles but we also had this lovely lady come into the river bed just near our campsite.

A deer probably looking for water and food.

Lucy watches the deer from our campsite.

We also had some not so welcome visitors who put in a appearance at our campsite. You know those black and white kitties, also known as skunks. Luckily, they were just passing through and didn't stop by to grace us with their presence.

For Keltic, it was his first camping trip. He didn't mind sleeping in the tent at all. The first night though he was up at 5:40 am and after taking him out to do his business, he then just wanted to play but the second night he slept until 8:10 am, must have been all the fresh air.

Beckett and Keltic - afternoon siesta

We'll be going on another camping trip later this summer to Presquile Provincial park and before that we'll be going to stay at a cottage near the beach in Point du Chene, NB. I hope that I'll be able to find a spot where I can walk dogs on the beach.

We like camping but it's good to get home to a nice shower and soft bed. But I can't wait for the next camping trip either. Funny that!

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Wordless Wednesday

Friday, July 6, 2012

Keltic - Growing Up Fast

5 May 2012

5 June 2012

6 July 2012

He's growing so fast, sure hope he doesn't get too big for his britches. He's a real handful, but he's happy and outgoing, hasn't met a person he doesn't like yet so he should be a good boy.

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Agility Blessing

May the tunnels not have too much suction,
May the course be fun and fast.
May your dog not stop to say "hello" to the photographers they pass!
May the table not be too slippery,
May the chute house no scary beasts,
May all the yellow parts be touched with one little toe, at least
May the wind be always at your back,
May no bars fall on the ground,
May the A-frame have no stop sign on the top,
May the judge's whistle never sound.
May your dog obey all correct commands,
And ignore the ones that are wrong.
May your heart be light, your feet be sure, and the bond with your dog grow strong.
At the finish line, may great joy abound, regardless of your score,
You have your dog, your dog has you, and who could ask for more?

Written by: PJ Hughes

What is a Title!

Not just a brag, not just a stepping stone to a higher title, not just an adjunct to competitive scores. A Title is a tribute to the dog that bears it, a way to honor that dog, an ultimate memorial. It will remain in the record and in the memory for about as long as anything in this world can remain. Few humans will do as well or better in that regard, and though the dog himself doesn't know or care that his achievements have been noted, a Title says many things in the world of humans, where such things count.

A Title says your dog was intelligent, and adaptable, and good natured. It says that your dog loved you enough to do the things that please you, however crazy they may have sometimes seemed. And a Title says that you loved your dog, that you loved to spend time with him because he was a good dog, and that you believed in him enough to give him yet another chance when he failed, and that in the end your faith was justified.

A Title proves that your dog inspired you to have the special relationship enjoyed by so few, that in the world of disposable creatures, this dog with a Title was greatly loved, and loved greatly in return. And when that dear short life is over, the Title remains as a memorial of the finest kind, the best you can give to a deserving friend, volumes of praise in one small set of initials before or after the name.

A Title is nothing less than love and respect, given and received, permanently recorded.

Written by Sandy Mowery, Wisconsin

The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.

You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end

And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.

Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;

We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

Author Unknown

Beyond the Rainbow

As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,

I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade.

I saw a wondrous image then of a place that’s trouble-free,

Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.

I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side

Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be!

My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new

I wanted to run with them, but I had something left to do.

I needed to reach out to you, and tell you I’m alright

That this place is truly wonderful,

Then a bright Glow pierced the night.

Twas the Glow of many candles shining bright, strong and bold

I knew then that it held your love in its brilliant shades of gold.

For although we may not be together in the way we used to be,

We are still connected by a cord no eye can see.

So, whenever you need to find me, we’re never far apart,

If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart.

Do you think the time is right?

May I say goodbye to pain filled days and endless lonely nights?
I've lived my life and done my best, an example tried to be.
So can I take that step beyond, and set my spirit free?
I didn't want to go at first, I fought with all my might.
But something seems to draw me now to a warm and living light.
I want to go, I really do; it's difficult to stay.
But I will try as best I can to live just one more day.
To give you time to care for me and share your love and fears.
I know you're sad and afraid, because I see your tears.
I'll not be far, I promise that, and hope you'll always know,
That my spirit will be close to you wherever you may go.
Thank you so for loving me. You know I love you too,
And that's why it's so hard to say goodbye and end this life with you.
So hold me now just one more time and let me hear you say,
Because you care so much for me, you'll let me go today.

I Loved You Best

So this is where we part, My Friend,

And you'll run on, around the bend.

Gone from sight, but not from mind,

new pleasures there you'll surely find.

I will go on; I'll find the strength,

Life measures quality, not its length.

One long embrace before you leave,

Share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,

But they be they, and they aren't you.

And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,

Will remember well all you've taught.

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,

The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.

And as you journey to your final rest,

Take with you this...I loved you best.

-Jim Willis

The Price We Pay

There is a cycle of love and death that shapes the lives of those who choose to travel in the company of animals.

It is a cycle unlike any other.

To those who have never lived through it's turnings and walked it's rocky path, our willingness to give our hearts with the full knowledge it will be broken seems incomprehensible.

Only we know how small price we pay for what we receive; our grief, no matter how powerful it may be, is an insufficient measure of the joy we have been given.

Suzanne Clother