|Max and Emma (20 Weeks) all shined up|
for their big day tomorrow.
The phone rang and it was my brother asking about the Nook we'd bought for our mother for Christmas and what operating system it used. I had noticed it was well past 8:15 AM, which was the drop off time for Emma and was becoming concerned. Normally Emma's owner calls me if she's going to be late and I had the news running in the background telling of cars spinning out of control and flipping into ditches because of the sudden freeze the night before. I mentioned to my brother I was worried and he said I was over-reacting; except Emma's owner is generally prompt - be it arriving when stated or calling if she's running late. I ended the call telling him I would give her a bit more time and then call her myself to make sure everything was okay.
The phone rang again and a nice gentleman captured me in a conversation about his service dog in training and wanting an eval after a bad experience she'd had which had made her a bit jumpy. We talked about fear periods, my training philosophy and the upcoming lecture on Friday which explains a lot about what it takes to train a service dog and service dog laws. During our conversation my call waiting kicked in and asked the gentleman to please call me back in a few minutes; I had thought it was Emma's owner, but it turned out to be another person wanting to inform me she was coming to the lecture and confirming information.
I called Emma's owner, who'd had a bad night the night before with her son, and asked if everything was okay. She said she was running late and was about to call me when I called her. It was now over an hour after I expected her. I was relieved she was okay.
Emma's owner arrived 10 minutes later and we did a quick exchange of puppy and information and she headed out. I then put Emma on her crate and had just run the ear wash through her ears and was cleaning them out when the phone rang. It was the gentleman who wanted to setup the eval and learn more about the lecture and training in general. We talked for a while and concluded with setting up an appointment for Wednesday.
I medicated Emma and Max's ear and scooped out their food. It was now 10:20 AM and both Max and Dieter hadn't eaten yet, nor had Emma.
|Emma (20 Weeks) still damp from her bath.|
|Emma (20 Weeks) freshly groomed and puffy!|
Emma has a full week ahead of her with a lecture, SD eval (she'll be crated for that) and new class, plus her first solo run into Pet Smart to train for up to 15 minutes on her Level 1 behaviors. Leash work and basic refresh and remind at my house this week should balance her out nicely.
But folks, it's Monday, so take care of yourself!