Helen's Home World: January 2014

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Throw Back Thursday

Just a couple photographs of me from my basic training days. A bit blurry, but what can you expect when you scan and crop a picture that was taken with film.

In the picture above, I'm in the first row second from the left. This was our PT kit with our C-Foxes platoon t-shirt which I'm sure wasn't original. The school name was the Canadian Forces Officer Candidate School (CFOCS) pronounced C-Fox.

This photo was taken at a drill practice for the drill competition. I'm in the first row, third from the right. I should have really been in the middle row, but the woman behind me was a bear-walker so they wanted to hide her a bit. A bear-walker is someone who swings both arm and leg on the same side when they walk. Try it, it's hard to do unless you really think about it, most of us swing the opposite arm and leg.

Basic training, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Mish Mash Monday

It didn't snow too much on Saturday night but for a while, as you can see, it was came down quite heavy.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Wordless Wednesday

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Ho Hum the Doldrums

Been back to work for two weeks now, this part of the winter is always pretty deary, dull, blah, ho hum. I'm not much of an outdoor person and we've had some terribly cold weather and lots of snow in December so not much has been going on. We've just had a little thaw so at least now there is room to put more snow.

There's no agility trials, at least that I go to, until February and then there's only one; have to wait until March for the trials to really begin. We have only had a few practices and have only been taking quite short walks. I guess we're lucky to have places to practice indoors. This weekend, we started to get back into the old schedule, going over to the park both mornings to play Frisbee. Keltic is not much for playing Frisbee, really all he wants to do is steal the Frisbee and then have you chase him. Now that it's lighter when I get home we'll have to start going over to the park more in the evenings too.

Winter Walk

Squirrel chasing has been a favourite pastime in this snowy weather. Keltic can see them from where he sits in the family room and, if you don't let him out to try and get them, then he's bouncing off the wall.

If only I could climb...

This week we have to do some agility practice in the basement, going to try and start over on the 2 by 2 weaves with Keltic to see if we can improve on his entries. With Beckett, I'm trying to teach him to go out to the far end of the weaves.

Ho Hum....

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Wordless Wednesday - Happy New Year

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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