A week ago Friday, George and I went on a date. We'd planned to eat at the Wine Loft and then go watch Ted, at the Green, an open-air shopping mall. Neither of us was terribly excited about Ted, but we wanted to laugh and it was the best choice available. Dinner was perfect.
George got the movie time wrong, so it had already started when we arrived at the theater. We didn't mind at all because a band called The Fries was playing at the Green, and we listened to awesome music from the '60s, '70s, and 80's instead. Black Water, A Hard Day's Night, Surfin' USA...oh, yeah.
We had so much fun, George made a couple of CDs off iTunes of the playlist and similar songs to commemorate the night.
I love it when a weak plan falls apart!
Daisy is going through a lot right now, bless her furry little heart.
First, we took her to a pond to swim for the first time. She started into the water enthusiastically after a thrown tennis ball, but as soon as her feet sank into a bit of mud, she froze and freaked. "What!?!?" She flat refused to go deeper.
And then Jack freaked out because no one was willing to retrieve the ball and we had to leave it as a present for a real retriever.
What sort of defective golden retriever do we have? Bad knees and no water sense!
Anyway, George took her back to a bit cleaner water the following day and made her swim. He carried her into the water and put her down. Nick took pictures and got some good ones!
|Here she is trying to climb up George.|
|George trying to encourage her|
|"Why are you doing this to me?!?!"|
|"Water's for drinking, not swimming."|
|"I can do it, but I'm not happy about it."|
|"Still not happy, people."|
|You're a good girl, Daisy!|
|"Dude, I'm tryin' not to die. Don't care about the ball."|
|The Flying Lip|
So she can swim, even it if isn't yet her favorite activity. George will keep working with her until she can, you know, retrieve something from the water.
Swimming's not the only new activity she's being trained to do. We finally had an invisible fence installed and have begun the "correction" phase of training, also know as "shock therapy."
Oh, lordy. I never thought I would do this to a dog.
I shocked myself with the collar to know how much it hurt (she was whining so pitifully!), and it's really not bad. So all of you out there thinking (like I thought) how mean it is...it's not.
But she doesn't like it (which is good) and today we actually let her out off leash. She didn't go anywhere near the fence, and she let George and the boys walk off the driveway without trying to follow.
Poor Daisy is going through a lot right now. Send her some cyber-hugs. She needs them.