We had our first thunderstorm of the spring (dare I say spring?) this morning about 4:30 a.m. One dazzling flash of lightning and a big clap of thunder and Jamie launched onto the bed. Phoenix followed him because darned if he was staying on the floor while everyone else was on the bed. We need a bigger bed.
Had a great obedience workout Saturday morning with Michele and Sharon. I had Michele video me and Phoenix doing some random heeling. Geez, it felt like we heeled FOREVER. It was less than 2 minutes.
Then we had a discussion about where to carry your hand while heeling. We decided the easiest way to keep your hand "centered in the vicinity of your waist" was to stick your index finger in your belly button. Or grab the button on your jeans. This keeps your hand from creeping up. I swear, some female exhibitors who heel with their left hand up carry it so high they look like they're holding up their boobs.
Not that I would ever have that problem.
I always wore a belt with a buckle so I could hold the buckle and keep my hand centered. Then somewhere along the line all my jeans shrunk and I can't tuck my shirts in any more so wearing a belt is pointless.
Speaking of winter weight, the Skinny Little Dog has pudged up a little bit over the last few months. He's nowhere near fat but finally doesn't look like a bag of bones in a malinois suit.
Jamie has finally put on a few pounds, too, thank heaven. He's the only critter in this house who NEEDED to gain weight.
It was 4 years ago this week that Michele and I flew out to Oregon to pick up baby Phoenix. What a trip that was - Cedar Rapids to Minneapolis to Portland and back in 24 hours. NOT the original plan! That would be good blog fodder for later in the week.
Today, I am very thankful for my dog friends. They are the best-est.