Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Fun at Fire Fest

Last weekend was something at the fire station where lots of people came to watch Sasha, Sprinkles and me. There was a lot of other stuff going on: a helicopter landed, there were trucks and live fire and music and machines, but of course the best part was what we did. Let me tell you, we practiced all week, just about every day and night, so that we were able to be the best dogs and the best part of Fire Fest.


Sasha and Sprinkles

Here is what we did. All three of us did lots of things together. First, we lined up and one by one, we climbed a ladder, walked across a high plank, went down a ramp, and then we went across wooden bridges until we were told to stop. So each dog had to pay attention (you know how hard that is for me), and listen and wait.

Everybody was watching us, and they clapped and smiled. I just kept watching Angie. I was the last dog to climb the ladder, and the first dog to come off the bridge. After we came off, we went through a tunnel, across another bridge, and then on to a hup table. More clapping, and talking about how great we were.
Then I got to show how to search. There was somebody hidden under all of these wooden pallets. Angie told me to “go find” and I raced out to find the person, and bark, bark, bark. Guess what I got as a tug toy? A stuffed bear, with a scarf on its neck. I just shook that thing back and forth and tugged so hard I could feel it coming apart. I LOVE that feeling in my mouth! And at the very end, we all sat on our hup tables, and the people could come pet us, and get one of our cards with our pictures. Chris and Kip were there of course, and I could tell they were proud of me.


After we were finished at the Fire Fest, Angie and I drove to Disaster City for training.  So it was a fun day.  At Disaster City, somebody was hiding high up and I was almost walking on my back feet to get to him.  I couldn’t reach him, so after I barked enough, he threw a toy down to me.  I slept in a hotel that night, and so did another dog with pointed ears, who kept licking my face.  She was nice, and I hope to see her again soon.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Left Behind


I know what it means when Angie gets out the box that she takes to the airport, the one with all of her clothes, and my food and toys.  It means that we are taking a trip.  And you know that I really like trips a lot!  Especially since that grumpy old cat Oscar never gets to go.  But this time something was different.  The stuff that she was packing had a different smell than what she usually packs, and it looked different.  There was a long- sleeve kind of clothes that had a zipper down the back, some things that looked like duck feet, only much bigger, a kind of jacket without sleeves, and a thing that had thin tubes coming out of it, oh, and a kind of mask that you could see through. 

She did not pack any boots or blue pants with all of the pockets, and there was nothing that belonged to me.  I sat there watching her, and wondered what was going on.  It turns out that she is going to use all of this stuff when she goes scuba diving, which is something that happens under the ocean, and does not involve dogs, just people. This is the first time Angie has left without me. 

I’m not sure how long she was gone, but I really missed her.  Kip and Chris spent a lot of time with me.  Chris even had some friends over that I like.  Still, I didn’t get to go to training the whole time she was away.  Whenever I could, I went to the closet where she keeps her real clothes, the ones she wears for training.  I lay down and smelled her scent.  Then, one day she came home.  I was so happy to see her, I put my paws on her, spun around in a circle, barked, and didn’t want to do anything but be around her.  I sure hope this does not happen again, because I really don’t like being left behind.