My Girlfriend’s back and she’s a little smarty
(Hey la, hey la, my girlfriend’s back)
Every day with her is better than a party
(Hey la, hey la, my girlfriend’s back)
We had a rough week but now that’s all gone…
(Hey la, hey la, my girlfriend’s back)
I never doubted cuz I know she is the one…
(Hey la, hey la, my girlfriend’s back)
Each day last week got better than the one before. By Thursday she was able to heel 6 steps in class. Through all of this - even when she couldn't focus as well as she usually does, she was still always very interested in training. She thinks training is all just a game she invented and she certainly loves to play...
Gimme still has interest in her baaaaaaby, but its not as strong as before. Now when she checks on it, sometimes she just leaves it where it is (usually in her crate).
Interestingly during this episode, she has developed a rabid interest in a toy we've had all along. When I got her I already had a couple milking machine toys and then a friend gave me another. She never really showed any interest in them, only as long as it took to lick off the peanut butter. I was going to give them away until I noticed Michael carrying one around.
Then suddenly this week Gimme decided those are her favorite-best-all-time-toys-in-the-world. She wants to play with them no less than three hours a day and its absolutely essential that I be involved with this play -- essential I tell you. I've been working on a home repair project that required me to cut a 4 inch hole through the siding and the house, into the crawl space. Doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but it took several hours. I grabbed our agility table and used that to sit on. Gimme thought that worked well when she brought back "milky" since she could drop it beside me or jump on the table and shove it at me, at face level.
If neither approach brought the desired results, she would then roll milky off the table so it fell where Michael was napping in the shade next to me. Then of course, the barking began. Finally I'd pick it up and throw it for her. After several repeats of this process it occurred to me that I was rewarding a really obnoxious behavior pattern - so milky got a time out.
On Saturday we went walking with Linda in our usual area. On Thursday I saw no movement or activity in or near the eagle's nest when we walked, but this was a great day for eaglet watching. As we came to the place where we could see the nest, first one and then the other eaglet, left the nest and flew across the sky. Sadly we weren't ready and didn't get a picture of them fledging, but it was still very cool to see. Later on our way back, my friend spotted both babies sitting in the top of a tall dead crag. These are the best of the pictures we took.
Miss Gimme finds eagle watching boooooooring. She doesn't like it that we stop and gawk for so long. Instead we should be following her and admiring every little thing she does.
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How did Gimme come by her name, anyway?
I was trying to think of a patriotic registered name for her. At the time I wasn't thinking at all about what the breeder might have planned, so I came up with "Give Me Liberty".
All the names I came up with from that start were either dopey or things I didn't like. Don't like "Libby" for instance, or "Bertie". I even did research on Patrick Henry and came up with some interesting stuff, but nothing that I would use.
So one day "Gimme" popped into my head. And boyoh, from the day she was born it was clear that it fit her like it was pre-ordained.
As it turned out, the breeder wanted to use the word "high" in her registered name. Then with her kennel name "Monumental" and mine "A to Z", that didn't leave a lot.
Many internet searches followed, but I couldn't find any quotes containing "high" with a patriotic theme. So she became, MONUMENTAL A TO Z HIGH ON LIBERTY.
Aha. I thought it might be because she's a demanding little doggy (in an endearing way, of course).
Well she certainly is that. I remember thinking as I would hear the stories of her early exploits (this IS the puppy that escaped containment when she was only a week old)... that perhaps it wasn't such a good choice for a call name. After all dogs become what they are named...
Of course, the first person to meet her at the first trial we visited immediately started singing her song:
gimme gimme gimme dat,
gimme gimme gimme dat,
gimme gimme gimme dat thing.
Dats pretty much been her motto ever since...
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