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My name is Lesli Hyland. In my fifty three years on this earth, my home and my heart have been graced with the company of twenty eight dogs. Many came to me as seniors. All of them taught me something and helped determine the course of my life. I became a dog trainer because of them. I met my friends because of them. My husband and I are are forever bonded by our mutual connection to them. Currently, as a Dog Walker I have access to other people's dogs and I am allowed to experience their unique personalities. The dogs make me a better person by forcing me to closely examine my motivation, my actions and my choices. Everything I do affects their behavior, safety and happiness. It is an awesome responsibility. The dogs keep me honest.

Thursday, August 9, 2018

It takes a village

They say it takes a village...

It took a home health care worker to call animal control about a skinny Beagle she saw while caring for an elderly woman.

It took an animal control officer to step in and pull this dog out of a bad situation.

It took the examining veterinarian to vehemently recommend not returning this emaciated, very ill, neglected dog to an owner unable or unwilling to care for her.

It took a incapacitated woman to show decency and agree to sign the dog over and relinquish ownership, so she could get the care she needed.

It took a rescue group willing to go the extra mile for this dog in spite of recommendations to euthanise her.

It took me to say "Yes I'll try" when they called me.

It took my veterinarian to say "Yes, I'll try with you".

And yeah...it took my husband to understand why I had to do this and it took my other dogs' amazing capacity to accept yet another old and infirm creature into our home.

Suzie came home with us on Saturday August 4th. She was so thin it made my stomach lurch to pet her.

Untreated diabetes had taken its toll and turned this once pudgie Beagle into a walking skeleton.  Suzie's heart didn't work quite right either, causing labored breathing and some dizziness.  Her urinary tract was inflamed and infected. She was blind.
And yet this little dog wagged when you spoke to her and wagged harder when you touched her.

On Monday August 6 we started her on antibiotics.
On Wednesday August 8 we started her on insulin.

And now we wait and we hope and we love her as hard as we can. 

Suzie eats like a lumberjack.  She walks slowly around outside, following my voice.  She wags her tail when the other dogs approach her.  They sniff her gently and keep their distance.  They are so good. Suzie has an old dog bark, sounding more like a seal than a dog, but it is distinctly a Beagle voice and it fills my heart to hear the hound song in our home again.

I do not know if we can reverse the damage done to this little dog.
I do not know how long we will have her.
But I do know I am a better person for having met her. Goooo Suzie!














 

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Monday, May 7, 2018

Rain, agility and finding my tribe


It is 4:00 in the morning.  It is dark and I am tired, but I drag myself out of bed and finish loading the car.  The dogs are let out, fed and happily go back to bed, sleepily confused at the change in routine.  All dogs except one that is. She is waiting by the door.  She knows.

My phone's weather app is talking about rain.  I turn on the radio as I head down the road in the darkness.  I am hoping for better news, but the weatherman's forecast is the same - rain.  I sigh.  My dog lifts her head and looks at me.  I can't help but smile in spite of feeling more than a little bit sorry for myself.
"Sorry girlie.  We're gonna get wet today".

Vermont Public Radio is broadcasting an interview with a woman who has written a book about seeking desperately for somewhere to belong.  The author comes from a mixed race family and sets out on a journey to find her people... her tribe. She does DNA testing on her family members.  She travels to Burma and Ireland.  Long story short, after a lot of searching, she finds out that, as a person with such a crazy mixed up heritage, she will never truly find "her people" by looking at her past or her future.  She comes to the realization that her tribe are the people that she spends her days with.  That her people are the ones that share her experiences today.  It is an interesting piece and it keeps my mind off the weather forecast.  Before I know it the two hour drive is done and I'm pulling into the campground where our agility trial is being held.  And it is starting to rain.

There is some good natured grumbling as we all don our rain gear and try to convince our dogs to go potty on the wet grass.  We huddle together under tarps and canopies if our dogs will tolerate the close proximity to other dogs.  If not, we alternate between visiting with friends and hanging out with our own dogs in our cars where they are comfortable.  We study the courses.  We discuss the best footwear in the rain.  We run our dogs and we watch each other do the same.  We cheer each other's successes and we commiserate our failures. We get pretty wet.

At the beginning of the trial, the judge (who truly will be standing out in the rain ALL DAY)  greets us with a huge smile.   "We are here with our dogs and our friends and we are playing agility.  What's a little rain?"
And of course she was right.

As I look around at all these people milling around in funny looking rain hats and wet sneakers I realize that this is MY tribe. These are MY people.  We are a very diverse group.  We are men and women; grandmothers, sons and sisters.  We are straight and we are gay.  We are Democrat and Republican. We have big dogs, little dogs, purebreds and dogs of mixed heritage.   But we are all bound together by one shared experience.

There is a moment of indescribable joy, of feeling that all is right with the world,  that happens when you do agility well with your dog.  It doesn't happen in every run.  Sometimes it a comes when a difficult sequence is cued and executed flawlessly.  Sometimes a perfect contact performance will bring it on.  And every once in a while you have a run in which you and your dog are completely in synch with each other, like dance partners in an intricately choreographed routine.  When that happens you leave the ring breathless and humbled and everyone watching knows without any explanation exactly what you are feeling.

This is what binds me together with my people.  This shared experience.  This is why the next time it is 4:00 in the morning and dark outside and it is raining,  my dog and I will get out of bed, I will load the car and we will go to join the rest of our tribe and we will search for joy together.



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