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Linus, looking innocent.

Linus, looking innocent.

Fayston, Vermont. Our house sits at the end of a gravel driveway, off of a dirt road. We travel about two miles down the mountain to fetch our mail and to buy groceries. My mom’s family is from rural Pennsylvania, where the trip to the mailbox is down a long driveway. During my rare visits there, dinner was generously served comfort food, created from home-grown ingredients and prepared by the women-folk. Post meal, if a man-folk’s digestion became odiferous, the women would scold “Go check the mail.”

Linus, go check the mail!

Linus likes to curl up next to me after dinner. The moment doesn’t last very long. He eats the same food as Lucy and Charlie Brown.

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Lab Partners

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Luna and Huck

Luna and Huck

Waitsfield, Vermont. With Lisa Davis, Luna (black lab), and Huck (yellow lab).

RS_Lisadavis_Huck_IMG_2066Huck Reinhold, who’s named after the mountain climber, is my husband’s dog. [My husband Josh and I] were introduced after we both had lost our labs. And shortly later I adopted Luna. Then a friend had bred his two pets and wanted to give Josh a dog. We consider Huck a rescue because we don’t know where he might have ended up if Josh hadn’t taken him for free.

Luna is from Lab Rescue. I got her when she was 18 months to 2 years old. Her name is Luna Juno because the movie “Juno” was out at the time.

She picked me. I went in to pick up a foster dog, and Luna had just come into Lab Rescue. She jumped up on the counter and introduced herself to me, and I said “I’m taking her.” I wasn’t even sure I was ready to take a dog yet.

She has been a vigilant mother to our son since he was born. She sleeps in his room. He went straight from a crib to a full-size bed otherwise he would have had to share a toddler bed with a lab. She sleeps with him every night.

I assumed that Huck’s namesake is Reinhold Messner, a mountaineer, adventurer, and author who is perhaps best known for making the first ascent of Mount Everest without supplemental oxygen (with Peter Habeler)

Lisa Davis is the Executive Director of the Mad River Valley Chamber of Commerce. Thank you, Lisa, for participating!

 

The Replacements

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On deck: Lucy & Charlie Brown

On deck: Lucy & Charlie Brown

Fayston, Vermont.  My son recently left home for his first year of college.  He is an only child.  Before he left, he was often asked how I was coping with his departure. His usual deadpan reply: “She’s replaced me with dogs.”

“How so?” I asked him one day.

“Well, each dog represents part of my personality,” he explained. “Linus – he’s kind of lazy. He can lie around the house all day.”

Following his thinking, I noted “That’s pretty normal for a teenage boy.”

“Lucy,” he continued “is always wagging. She’s always happy.”

I smiled. My son’s personality is very happy-go-lucky, like Lucy. “Go on,” I said.

“And Charlie,” he concluded, “doesn’t always listen to you, Mom.”

“But he’s easily bribed with cookies,” I replied.

“True,” he said, as a big grin slowly spread across his face.

My son Erik attends Hampshire College in Amherst, Massachusetts. I miss him so much, I might need a few more dogs. JK!

Linus takes over my son's vacated spot on the couch.

In the hole: Linus takes over my son’s vacated spot on the couch.

Beautiful Day Celebrated

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Lucy takes in the view atop Mt. Ellen.

Lucy takes in the view atop Mt. Ellen.

Fayston, Vermont. In last week’s post, I outlined how we planned to celebrate National Dog Day. I had to put that ambitious itinerary in writing, so I needed to follow it. However, the boys Linus and Charlie Brown accompanied “Dad” to trail work, leaving Lucy as my hiking, swimming, creemee sharing, grooming, and napping companion. Lucy and I hiked to the summit of Mt. Ellen, took a different way down that featured a thicket of thorns, then Lucy cooled off in the pond as I pulled nature from my shins and arms. We had barely settled on the couch for our nap when the boys arrived back home after a long day on the trail.

I took a few photos of our day, except that we were both quite sticky as we enjoyed the creemee so no photos of that part. Although every day is a dog day in our house, the designated day provided a really good excuse to channel Ferris by ignoring my schedule and “have to’s” and enjoy a beautiful summer day with my best girlfriend. We need more days like this!


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A Day for All Dogs

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Which way? Lucy on a hike at Mt. Ellen.

Which way? Lucy finds her way at Mt. Ellen in Fayston, Vermont.

Happy National Dog Day! We’re celebrating by taking a long hike, then a swim, definitely a car ride, sharing a creamee, enjoying a good brushing, and indulging in a long nap. That doesn’t leave any time for work, does it?

Rainbow Sprinkles

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Linus sees a rainbow.

Linus sees a rainbow at daybreak.

Fayston, Vermont. My dogs begin each day with the excitement of Christmas morning: They burst from the back door and race into the yard to find the “presents” of smells left for them overnight. Sometimes Charlie Brown likes his gift so much that he rolls in it with joy. Those days do not feel like holidays. But sometimes, as I’m pouring my coffee while they are unwrapping their presents, I see a gift left for me: a rainbow, or a giant moon setting, or a hummingbird feeding, or maybe a plucky little forest critter who challenges Linus to a race. (The critter always wins.) On those days, my coffee always tastes a little richer. Like sprinkles on ice cream.

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Laws of Attraction

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Lucy strikes a welcoming pose, in her signature black stockings

Lucy strikes a welcoming pose, in her signature black stockings

Lucky you! Your calendar is filled with a variety of social events and parties this summer. Whether the invitation calls for black tie or backyard casual, here are a few rules to make you irresistible to that special (four-legged) someone:

1. Black pants attract blondes;

2. Tan pants attract brunettes and redheads;

3. White pants attract archeologists and outdoor adventurers;

4. Dry-clean-only pants like silk or linen attract aquatic athletes;

Lucy, wearing a foliage and berries-on-the-vine wrap of her own design

Lucy, wearing a foliage and berries-on-the-vine wrap of her own design

5. The newer and cleaner the pants, the faster the attraction will occur.

6. Bonus Rule: Keep in mind that your menu choice might also make you overwhelmingly popular. This attraction is temporary: Adoring, fawning behavior is merely a ploy to gain access to your wealth, which you’ve garishly displayed on your plate. If you carelessly drop or misplace your bounty, pirates will swarm to recover it. Be assured that medics and ambulance chasers will arrive quickly to assist should you meet an unfortunate accident while enjoying your meal. You’ll be cleaned up (and out) in no time.

Have a great time with friends old & new this season. If you have a comment or a dog story to share, please use the form, below. Cheers!

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Summer Visitors

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LeRoy & Pearl, with Zoe

Waitsfield, Vermont.  At the offices of The Valley Reporter last week, the regular “office assistants” LeRoy Brown, Pearl Bailey, and Roxi were joined by two distinguished guests, Zoe, a black lab, and Marleaux, a yellow lab.  Human staffers served as pet sitters while Zoe’s and Marleaux’s families were away. From all accounts, the guests were perfect, but the news of the day was a little hairy…

My apologies if I am not spelling “Marleaux” correctly – my source was uncertain the exact spelling, only to tell me that it wasn’t “Marley” and that it is spelled with an “x” in it somewhere.  Upon research, “Marleaux” is a French family name, and also the name of a handcrafted bass guitar company in Germany. Perhaps there’s a musician in Marleaux’s family? He sure is a sweet dog!

Zoe is part of the Utter family, and I have been told that her singular thought is food.

All-star line-up

All-star line-up

Jumping Jacks

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Ghita and Ziggy with Betsy

Ghita and Ziggy with Betsy

Fayston, Vermont. With Jack Russell Terriers (JRT) Ghita and Ziggy, both under two years old, and their person, Betsy Carter.

Ghita is his aunt by breeding. They both came from the same breeder. I really liked the breeder. I was so happy with her, I got another one.

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Ghita in action!

I started gong to a puppy kindergarten with Ghita at Show Me the Biscuit in Williston. They do a lot of agility training. They said that she’d be great for this because she has so much energy and that was about a year and a half ago. It takes about a year to get them ready for competition.

So you started her when she was very young! I started her with a “good manners” class, which is like an intro: This is how you sit, this is how you use the clicker. Then they had one called “prep school,” where they go to the next level to teach you a lot of the foundations for agility. We actually started classes when she was about 9 mos old, 10 mos old? We’ve been doing classes a couple of days a week since then. I do two with him every week, then one agility class with her and one obedience class – so four total.

How did you find the classes? On-line search. There’s not a lot out there in the area. I knew I wanted to do training. I’ve had a JRT before and I trained her with a choke chain and a prong collar. I wanted to go a different direction with it. They do all positive reinforcement. I think it’s resulted in happier dogs. Not that Daisy was unhappy, but it forces them to think. Because, a lot of time we do what’s called “free-shaping”: You stand in just look at something, and they’ll try all sorts of different behaviors and you click and reward the behavior you want.

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Ghita weaving poles.

That’s how you teach the weave poles. You come over here and stand, and wait for them to go around the first one, then click and reward. Then you continuously up your criteria. It takes a longer time to teach things, but it makes the behavior more solid.

I’ve always had a dog growing up. When I was in college I got my first JRT from a rescue. I’m from Atlanta. Daisy came from a rescue. She was about 3-5 years old. I just wanted a companion dog. She passed away two years ago, but I had already decided to get Ghita then. I wanted Daisy to have a little sister and for Daisy to teach the other dog, but the timing didn’t work out.

[To the dogs] But now I have you guys!

They are cute and they know it.

Market Day

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Meet & Greet at the Waitsfield Farmers' Market

Meet & Greet at the Waitsfield Farmers’ Market

At the Waitsfield Farmers’ Market last Saturday, Mad River Green, Waitsfield, Vermont, where dogs are welcome (if they are well-behaved).

Thank you to these wonderful dogs and their people who participated! 

Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone I met at the Waitsfield Farmers’ Market! A special “thank you” to the market managers for allowing me to photograph for wagmorevt.com. I’m really having fun meeting so many dogs in the Valley, and I hope you enjoy reading this blog.

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