A LOT has happened since I tried my hand at blog writing several years ago. Heidi, our now FOUR year old German Shorthaired Pointer--is going nowhere. She is my heart. She's been certified as a Therapy Dog since March of 2009. We visit the hospital, Hospice, some nursing homes--do the Reading to Rover thing at the Library, make appearances at things like Special Olympics, the Make a Wish Foundation's Walk, the Alzheimer's Walk. She's very popular--she's a pretty dog.
I think sometimes that she's successful as a Therapy Dog BECAUSE she is a beautiful specimen. She came from field trial champions out of Ohio. I've often thought that the original owner's story to the Buckhead Humane Society that he'd had a heart attack may have been a little off. Probably this dog GAVE him the heart attack. I mean--WHY would you take on a Pointer puppy when you're in your seventies. These dogs are a LOT of work.
Our routine since 2008 is pretty established. EVERY morning--365 days a year--we wake up between 6:30 and 7:00 a.m. and somebody takes Heidi down to the creek for her morning run. After nine months, once he realized the dog was probably NOT going anywhere (and he began to like her) my husband started helping me with these duties. In the early days I was also helped by my next-door-neighbor's kindness--while OUR property is only an acre, HER property is more like five-eight acres--and she has a HUGE fenced in back yard. She allowed me to exercise Heidi there in the early days--which really helped. Every afternoon between 4 and 5 p.m. Heidi gets a SECOND walk to the creek. These days we have permission from all the neighbors to our right of our house to let her run, off-leash. from OUR HOUSE to the creek area--four properties away--which allows her even MORE freedom. EXERCISE is essential to this dog's happiness--and even with these two walks--it's really not enough. She was bred to run all day and she COULD run all day. Occasionally I arrange to visit a friend with a farm--usually a minimum 30-50 minute drive--and allow Heidi to run for several hours. She just gets stronger as the time passes. She also looks happier during those times than she does any other time. I worry that she suffers depression because she is not allowed to truly "HUNT." She does get to chase whatever she can find down at the creek each day.
What I call the creek is actually a small rainwater drainage ditch that runs behind the properties one street over--part of the city water maintenance system--with an access point located about four properties away from ours. Our neighborhood is the oldest subdivision in our town--and truth be known--back in the day a lot of this area was wetlands--but that was a time period when people thought it a good idea to just fill those swamps in and make them useable. We bought the last available (buildable) lot in this area twenty-two years ago to build our house. Some of the neighborhood's older residents still refer to us as "the NEW house." OUR property has long leaf pines growing on it, so it's not particularly low--but the house across the street cater-cornered from us had cypress trees in their front yard. The whole neighborhood is in a 100 year flood plain. And we've had a few minor floods in the neighborhood (but never on our property)--usually when the rainfall was too much for the creek because branch debris blocked up the pipes where it flows under the road. The creek is our salvation as far as exercising the dog is concerned. It's several acres of somewhat swampy area that goes out of the neighborhood to meet up with a much larger drainage ditch which in turn parallels a powerline right-of-way. Woods are on the other side of the right-of-way--and beyond that is the By-Pass. The Highway could be a real threat, but we decided to risk it some time back. Heidi needs to run--and fortunately she, as they say, "HUNTS CLOSE" in that she usually doesn't get farther than 50-100 yards away from us. If I ever get tired of waiting on her I just begin to walk out of the area and usually within a minute she is at my side. In spite of a year of dog training I can't say she really comes when I call. Not right away, anyway. Eventually. She's pretty stubborn. that One day she flushed an armadillo--I had no idea they could run so fast. Another time she disappeared into the woods and didn't come out, didn't come out--and I called and called. Finally, she burst out of the woods across the Right-of-way about fifty yards up and came tearing down towards me--right behind her a teen-aged deer. Heidi must have been playing with him in the woods. He pursued Heidi to the edge of the ditch, but when Heidi bounded across to my side and turned back to him as if to say, "Come On!" the deer saw me and froze. A few moments later he turned and bounded away.