Paradise Found

October 2nd, 2018

Baie Comeau Paradise

We’re finally writing again about our adventures with a Newfoundland dog after a long hiatus.  Life happens in unexpected ways and the blog was shelved for quite some time.  I am only now downloading summer holiday photos onto the laptop album.  As I scrolled through them, I discovered a couple of snaps that were truly memorable.  The subject matter was Bailey and her special pal, Cas.  In July, my husband and I celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary by visiting one of the most beautiful provinces in Canada, Nova Scotia.  Of course, Bailey tagged along for part of the trip with Cas and his owner.  The two dogs were kennelled together while my friend visited family in Toronto and we flew to Halifax, Nova Scotia.  However, it meant two long days of driving with three adults and two active dogs.  The first day of the trip involved driving from Labrador West to Baie Comeau, Quebec.  After an eight hour drive, we checked into our hotel rooms and got the dogs settled.  Everyone was fed and the dogs were ready to explore the area.  Bailey did not last long in the heat and we returned her to the hotel to stay with my husband.

Cas, my friend and I decided to continue walking. Our plan was to head towards the water in the hopes of finding a park nearby.  We went down one street then another one before stumbling upon a rustic green space that overlooked the water.  A path weaved through the tall grass and lead down to smooth rocks.  We clambered down the rocks onto the cool sand.  Cas splashed around while we ditched our shoes and waded into the refreshing water.  Sunset was starting and the reflections on the water’s surface were stunning.  No map or GPS had led us to this paradise.  It was secluded and rustic – perfect for dogs to run free after being cooped up in a van.  We left, vowing to bring Bailey along with us in the morning.

Getting Bailey there was a process. She was not so keen about the heat or a “sidewalk stroll”.  My stubborn Newf slowly waddled behind as if to let us know she was displeased with the choice of walk.  Cas was straining at the front because he knew exactly where our foursome was headed.  Eventually, we arrived and Bailey perked up.  They were let off-leash and the joyful antics began.  One would chase the other before the roles were reversed.  It was cooler than the evening before but, still quite warm for us northerners.  The socks and shoes were quickly removed for another foot dip.  Then, we sat down on the rocks to admire our playful fur buddies who provided much entertainment.  The time went by too fast.  It was with much reluctance that the four of us left this “paradise found”.

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Rowers On The Lake

July 11th, 2018

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Bailey was somewhat preoccupied on today’s early morning walk at Jean Lake.  Usually, we have the trail and surrounding area to ourselves.  Bailey and I could hear voices that grew louder as we neared the lake.  I could see the small outline of a boat in the distance.  At first, I thought who would be boating at 6:30 am.  With a second glance, I realized that it was a group of rowers.  They were practicing for the upcoming Regatta Races held on the last Friday of July – recognized by Labradorians as the Long Weekend.  Before I moved here, the long weekend always referred to the first one in August and Monday was the holiday.  I wasn’t the only one showing interest in the rowers.  Bailey was fixated on the boat, the voices and the movement of paddles.  I could see she was drawn down to the water’s edge.  She observed without going in.  For a fleeting moment, I thought maybe the Newfoundland dog’s instinct to perform a water rescue might surface in my girl.  I held the leash tighter in preparation. I need not worry.  BLeave Her Post.jpgailey remained on shore but, refused to budge from her spot until the rowers turned around and headed to the other end of the lake.  As we made our way down the trail, both of us were able to keep track of their progress where the bushes thinned in places.  Spurred on by the rowers, Bailey and I quickened our pace and finished the trail in record time.  I’m quite sure if given the opportunity, Bailey would have loved to greet them as they arrived at the dock.

 

Lake Strolls

July 4th, 2018

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After weeks of waiting for the ice to melt off Jean Lake and its trail to dry up of run off from melting snow banks, Baily and I returned with much anticipation.  I wondered if she would remember bounding into the cold icy water to retrieve a thrown branch.  Seven months of snow is a long stretch between lake romps.  She didn’t forget.  Her nose hardly left the ground once we veered off our usual street walk and onto the trail leading to the lake.  Her bushy tail swished back and forth with enthusiasm.  I was equally excited after spending almost 2 ½ weeks recovering from a lingering flu bug.  Long walks were put on hold as I felt too weak and exhausted to go far.  Too Early.jpgWhen we first returned, the water level had risen enough to cover a portion of the trail.  The town had issued an advisory warning so I expected a couple of detours along the way.  It turned out that I took the detours while Bailey waded through the water.  Thankfully, I had taken another leash that clipped to her regular one.  This leash extension allowed Bailey to have an extra 6 feet and kept me from getting my hiking boots soaked.

Lake SitThe two of us have witnessed rabbits, squirrels and a variety of birds on these early morning walks.  Bailey even caught sight of a school of minnows swimming near her.  Her mouth and paws failed to catch any of them.  On my part, I picked up garbage and admired the scenery.  Some days, I would marvel at Bailey’s fur rippling in the blowing wind.  Her stoic presence as she looked out over the lake’s crashing waves reminded me of Bailey’s heritage.  It does not take much to envision her on the prow of a ship from days gone by.  Each walk ends with a highly anticipated treat for Bailey and a second cup of coffee for me.  Today’s walk may be over but, a new one awaits us tomorrow.

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River Pose

 

Trail Blazing

June 6th, 2018

I found myself doing something that was never part of my dog ownership vision.  Like many wannabe dog owners, I thought of what having a Newfoundland dog would mean for our family.  It meant providing medical care, nutritional meals, regular exercise, grooming, training and lots of attention to name a few.  What I didn’t expect was to be trail blazing on a Tuesday morning at 6:35 am.  And yet, there I was with a pair of clippers in hand, trimming back brush.  Bailey enjoys early morning walks on the trail system located across the street from my house.  It is not a trail maintained by our Town.  With spring thrust upon us, the snow has almost melted.  Happily, we ditched our street walking and returned to the solitude of nature.  The trails are still wet in places but, can usually be circumvented by detouring through the bush lining the sides.  One particular spot near the start of the trail is covered in deep mud for about 7 feet.  We avoid the mess by taking a slightly worn moss path to the right.  The weedy shrubs as I like to call them have become more overgrown than they were last year.  As much as my friend and I try to prevent them from swatting the dog or person behind, our attempts often end in failure.

Our main concern was that one of the dogs would get a sharp end in the eye.  The sting of a springy twig and the possibility of ripping our outerwear added to this concern.  We had complained about the situation to one another throughout the previous summer.  However, I never could remember to bring the cutters to trim the bushes.  The presence of black flies provided further discouragement.  In addition, I had ripped my expensive waterproof pants last year within a week of getting them.  The situation was aggravating to say the least.  It was time for action.  Black fly season would be in full swing by the weekend with warmer temperatures and wet weather on the way.

Although my pants had two patches on them, I decided not to add a third one. I wrapped the cutters in one of Bailey’s drool rags before packing it in my waist bag filled with treats and poop bags.  We were ready to meet our friends.  The four of us hiked until we reached the detour.  The dogs patiently waited with my friend.  It was a remarkable feat given the number of rabbits, squirrels and birds that lived in the area.  I began to tackle the offending twigs.  Bit by bit, our single file path over the cushy moss became more open.  It was hard work for me to be performing with only a cup of coffee for energy.  The dogs seemed to know that the trail was being improved for them.  The work was finally done.  The four of us resumed hiking under blue skies and the warmth of the sun.  The way back was more pleasant as we were no longer bothered by pesky twigs impeding our movement.  I look forward to a summer of forging ahead with Bailey at my side.

The Retriever

May 30th, 2018

One More Throw.jpgI finally have a retriever.  No, the family didn’t get another dog.  For the past week, Bailey has indulged her need to fetch a stuffed toy over and over again.  It’s a need that has only recently surfaced after almost 3 ½ years of living with us.  Bailey is good for about five throws before she “tires” of the activity – sticks, balls and stuffed animals.  Other dogs eagerly chased down balls at the dog park while Bailey was content to watch them and hang out with their people.  I came to accept that fetching wasn’t Bailey’s thing.

Out of the blue, our girl suddenly looked forward to marathon fetching sessions with a certain plush toy.  The toy was originally given to Bailey by the owner of her pal, Cas.  Early last year, they were going away for a couple of weeks and knew Bailey would miss her daily adventures with him.  The toy smelt of Cas and we hoped it would offer some comfort to her while he was gone.  Although she never played with it, Bailey would stare at her toy basket until one of us got it out and tossed it beside her.  The same scenario played out each day until Cas came home.  Then, she no longer had any interest in it.  I washed it and placed it back in the basket.  There the toy stayed.  I considered getting rid of it but, never took action.  The toy remained buried and neglected until last Thursday.

Ready To Fetch.jpgBailey went to her basket as was her usual practice after the nightly grooming.  Even though she can get her own toy, she prefers that one of us grab Stuffie.  Her stuffed bear was lying top of the heap and I gave it to her.  Bailey loves to suck on her Stuffie before falling asleep.  She ignored that Stuffie and continued to focus on the basket.  I was too slow.  So, she took it upon herself to take the other stuffed animal out.  Bailey brought it over to me and nudged me with it.  I threw it into the entry and Bailey charged madly after it.  She returned quickly and waited for the next throw.  I kept thinking that each throw would be the last.  Bailey just kept scrambling to get it and brought the toy back to me.  It was getting wetter by the minute.  I was getting sloppy with my throws.  In fact, I hit the light switch and turned the living room lights on.  Granted, I was lying out on the couch which restricted my arm movements.  I kept wondering how much longer she was going to last.  That first night, Bailey fetched twenty-three times.  She reached thirty on the following night and I have stopped counting since then.  Is it a phase or has my Newfoundland dog discovered the joy of retrieving?  I’m not sure.  But, thanks to our girl, my arm muscles will be firmer by summer.

Embracing The Fetch

 

Almost There

There

Harnessing Enthusiasm

May 23rd, 2018

Getting Down To Business.jpgAt last, a beautiful spring day had arrived.  I had been hoping to spend part of the afternoon with Bailey practicing our carting technique.   The appearance of the harness elicited a tail wag from her.  She was excited.  That was good, I thought.  Slightly above zero, Bailey would not be too hot as we meandered around the yard.  I placed the harness on her and began to cinch up the belt under her chest.  The fourth notch was going to be difficult to reach.  It appeared that someone had either grown a bit more in her chest or her longer fur was taking up more space.  My husband, Adam, lengthened the belt on the other side.  Bailey and I completed a couple of circuits around the yard with positive results.  She had responded perfectly to my commands of Haw (right turn), Gee (left turn), Whoa and Stand.  We were off to a good start.  Next, Bailey was then strapped to the whiffle bar which was attached by rope to a 4 litre plastic jug filled with sidewalk salt.  WWe were ready to haul.  Twice, one of the side straps got caught under Bailey’s leg.  It did not take long for her to become more accustom to the straps touching her on the outside of her legs.  Adam placed her water bucket by the garage so Bailey could replenish herself after finishing a round of the yard.

As we returned to the back yard, Adam offered to take Bailey for a spin.  After all, he had trained with her at the South Eastern Ontario Regional Newfoundland Club’s beginner carting seminar.  Bailey found her strength renewed with the new trainer.  Behind the garden shed, the two of them disappeared only to reappear on the other side.  Adam directed Bailey to go in between the raised bed and the garden shed.  She did.  Unfortunately, the opening was not enough for the jug to make the turn.  Her left strap snagged the corner cement block.  As Bailey plodded forward, the cement block tumbled out of place.  I could see that our girl was far from hauling her maximum load.  The leisurely time that Adam had been enjoying with Bailey was over.  He cursed himself for not remembering to consider the straps’ clearance requirements.  Bailey just looked at the overturn cement block.  She seemed to be saying, “Did I do that?”   Oops.jpgPerhaps, a refresher carting course was needed.  I took over carting duties while Adam grabbed a shovel and began to repair the shed’s retaining wall.  Bailey was not the only one who had worked hard.  The three of us called it quits and headed in for refreshments.  Bailey had earned one of her special biscuits and a well-deserved rest.

Rally-O Ho!

May 8th, 2018

Patiently Sitting.jpgMonday afternoon was perfect for setting up a Rally-O training course.  My husband had cut 10 stakes to attach the laminated commands onto them.  The stakes had to be sturdy enough to withstand high winds and a Newf’s sweeping tail.  He painstakingly applied two Velcro strips to each command card and their corresponding strips to the stakes.  Each one was measured to perfection – a testament to his engineering skills.  I decided that a course of 8 commands plus the start and finish cards were enough to begin.  Altogether, I have 36 novice command cards to choose from.  The course can be changed quite easily.  As a result, I can customize the course to suit Bailey’s learning aptitude.  I selected 8 commands to practice.  The ground in the backyard is still frozen up here in Labrador.  So, I placed the stakes in the snowbanks thereby creating a course that would take us down one side of the house, across the yard and back up the other side.  A few adjustments had to be made once I realized that doing a 360 degree turn wouldn’t be possible in the space available between the garden shed and snowbank or that turning right would mean walking into the side of the house.  I was ready to get my girl.

Now, Bailey always naps in the afternoon to help recover from her noon hour walk.  I aroused her from a sleepy slumber of only one hour.  I made up for the enthusiasm that she was lacking.  My girl perked up when she saw the start sign.  I showed her the reward, dried sweet potato.  We were off with my command of “Okay, heel”.  The first station required a stop then sit.  Bailey pulled that one off without too much effort.  Praise was her reward and we were off to the next card.  Stations 2 to 4.jpgWe proceeded around the yard until finally the end of the course was reached.  Bailey gobbled her treat for a well-done effort.

It was a bright sunny day even though it was -1 degrees Celsius (-10 if you factor in the windchill).  I was bundled up to ward off getting chilled.  The furnace, our black beastie, was warm.  We detoured into the garage for a quick pit stop.  Bailey drained down the water bucket by a third.  Another treat convinced her to try the course again.  I made the mistake this time by turning the wrong way.  Had we been in a sanctioned Rally-O competition, I would have lost points for the team.  I guess that I am the one who needs more practice.  We finished the round and Bailey freshened up with another trip to the water bucket.  I still thought my girl was up for one more round.  Bailey’s speed was much slower as she waddled from station to station. Stations 7 & 8 (1)By the time that we reached the sit followed by down command, Bailey lingered a bit longer on the ground before responding to my “Okay, heel” command.  Obviously, she was ready to call it quits.  Her reward was a fetching a ball tossed into the snowbank.  It only took a couple of throws before my girl was ready to continue her siesta.

 

The Lie Down