The dogs have cabin fever. Pilot is jumping out of her socks wanting to tug, jump, run, and play ball. I've been teaching her how to be a "calm dog". I wait until she has all four feet on the floor (which can take a lot of patience) and then I stroke over her back with both hands very slowly and talk to her like I am singing a sweet soft lullaby in a little more than a whisper "Calm Dog." At four years old, I wonder when she is going to grow out of this energy at the same time I enjoy being able to train a dog that is so full of life, just not at 11PM.
It has finally started raining this winter, The rain is much needed but we have enjoyed all of the good weather this year. There are accidents happening on the highways and mudslides in the hills as it always happens when the Santa Cruz Mountains get a lot of rain very quickly. I've cancelled agility classes tomorrow morning as it will still be raining in the morning.
Pilot was on my lap watching the news quietly sleeping when Ed got up to get ready for bed. She bolted out of my lap and ran down stairs to hunt on the woodpile. Sigh. We have a ways to go to get back to Calm Dog. I'm glad we had those few moments together.
