Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Maven Session = Humiliation Session

I signed up for the Maven Sessions for an opportunity to take a wakeboarding class from a professional wakeboarder. I was very optimistic that with a little coaching, a real boat and professional gear, this could be me:

Yeah, that wasn't me. This was me:



I was very close to this being me:
The whole experience was in turns annoying, irritating, depressing and humiliating. First it was annoying because the pro-wakeboarders were late. The event was supposed to start at 9:00 and they didn't even arrive to set up until 9:15. Then it got irritating. Of the 11 girls there to learn to ride, there were 3 children, 1 mom and 7 of us in my approximate age range. Who did I get to ride with? You guessed it - the 3 children and the mom, while my 6 potential wakeboarding friends went in the other boat. Then it got depressing as the first rider in my boat - a 10 year old girl - let us know that she was there to try to land {insert name of a trick I've never heard of here} for her next competition. Yep, she could jump wake to wake and do ollie-180's and more shit than I can name. Then when it was finally my turn, it got humiliating. I sucked thoroughly and showed a prodigious talent for being utterly uncoachable. My last attempt knocked the wind out of me, knocked my feet out of my bindings and snapped my ponytail holder clean off. I landed face down in the water and my fear of drowning caused a minor panic attack. Humiliating, I tell you.

It's so depressing to want something so bad and then to underachieve so completely.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Disable

I'm wrapping up the two week foster period with Sable, the slightly sketchy shepherd. She breaks my heart every day. She is so loving, affectionate and willing, but she just has some issues - thus the nickname "Disable" - that will make her an unlikely candidate for adoption in a shelter environment.

First of all, she definitely suffers from canine compulsive disorder, which manifests itself both in constant spinning and excessive itching/chewing of her skin. She primarily spins when she is in the yard with me. If I leave her outside she'll stop spinning, but mostly that's because she's standing at the door looking forlorn and wishing I would let her in the house with me. Last weekend I spent about an hour in the pool on Saturday and Sable spent about 50 minutes of that time spinning. I have since figured out that if I put down a towel for her and show her her "bed", she'll relax on the towel for long stretches. Today I was in the pool for three hours (hello, skin cancer...) and she was only spinning for about 3o minutes of that time. Exercise also helps minimize the compulsive behaviors. I have been taking her for a mile walk every morning and two miles every night. Pat pointed out that the spinning really doesn't hurt anyone so it's not a reason to not adopt her. However, right now there are 117 other dogs to choose from at the shelter - why would you pick the one that is spinning so much that she looks like an escapee from the mental ward? And even though it's manageable, why would someone choose such a high maintenance pet? And with behavior like this, she won't last long in the kennels before the shelter staff needs to pull her for a break. Hopefully that break doesn't involve euthanasia.

Her second issue is the "happy tail", which is where she wags her tail so hard against the wall that the skin splits open at the tip of the tail and bleeds. A lot. This is also manageable by keeping her tail wrapped in gauze and surgical tape at all times. I re-wrap her tail every other day. I was doing it twice a day, but I eventually perfected the art of the wrap and the materials to use for it to stay on. Again, with 117 other dogs to choose from, why would someone want one that is so high maintenance?

Third, she has a tendency to bark at strangers. This is a good trait for when I'm walking her at night - I feel very safe with her - but it's not such a good thing when you're looking for a home. This is a big problem with shelter dogs. When she barks, she is very intimidating and she will scare away the adopters. Perhaps she is only barking to protect me and in the absence of someone she considers "hers" she'll be more accepting. She did accept me right from the get-go and the shelter staff seemed to like her, so I'm hoping this is the case.

Fourth, she's iffy with other animals. I have to constantly monitor her with the kitty. It takes a long time for her to warm up to other dogs. She now pretty much ignores Frankie and Georgie except for the occasional attempt to dominate Frankie, which usually leads to me breaking it up before a full fight ensues. Frankie is pretty much on high-tension mode 24 hours a day right now and will choose to be in a different room a lot of the time. Today was the first time she attempted to play with Georgie - the dog that all dogs like - so that's definitely a positive sign. However, the shelter likes to have adopters bring their dogs to meet iffy dogs prior to adoption to make sure they'll get along. But if it takes two weeks for Sable to be comfortable with a dog, that's really not going to work.

The shelter has a program called SAFE (Saving Animals From Euthanasia) where they take kennel-stressed dogs and place them in a permanent foster home until they are adopted. This would be the ideal situation for her but right now there are a large number of dogs already occupying the SAFE foster homes.

Now, don't get me wrong - there are a lot of great things about this dog, too. When I let her out of her crate in the mornings and after work, she melts into a large german shepherd shaped puddle at my feet, wrapping herself around my ankles and asking me to pet her belly. She'll curl up on the couch with you and put her big ol' head in your lap. She's loyal and protective. She listens well and learns quickly. She has gone from jumping all over me to get her dinner to a full minute sit-stay until I release her to eat. She walks nicely on a leash (unless she sees a cat) and I already mentioned how safe she makes me feel. She really could make someone a great pet - but the chances of finding the right someone are not high.

Perhaps you're wondering why I don't just keep her instead of releasing her to an unknown fate. Believe me, I've thought about this a lot and have stressed over the point. I can't do it to poor Frankie - he's my initial responsibility and Sable stresses him out continually. I can't do it to Pat - he doesn't like big dogs as it is and I can foresee a great deal of relationship tension if Sable were to stay. I can't do it to all the other fosters out there. Sable's not the type of dog who will allow me to continuing fostering and there are so many animals that need help. And I can't do it to me. Since Sable has arrived, I've not slept more than five hours a night since I'm getting up early to walk her and staying up late to walk her and to make sure I spend adequate amounts of time with her. Don't think I don't hate myself for my selfishness.

So, an uncertain future is what awaits her. And that's why she breaks my heart.

Friday, August 22, 2008

The F Word

Well, yes, there was that F word - but then there was a much, much worse one.

The soccer team we played last night has some vicious little latinas. One was particularly out of control. She boarded Leah, she kicked Christy (intentionally) as hard as she could and was just generally mean the entire game. Towards the end of the game she body-checked me, so I shoved her back. José whistled me for the foul. We were right up against the wall by their team's bench and they were all so angry and offended that I'd retaliate against their do-no-wrong player. A girl on the bench said to me, "What the f*ck!!?" and the player I pushed said "Yeah, what the f*ck, FOUR-EYES!".

Yep, that's right, she called me "four-eyes"! Hee! José gave her a yellow card.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Seriously, The Most Fun I've Ever Had EVER!

Tonight was my birthday party/trapeze class. I LOVED IT! I know I could do this professionally. It's a shame that I am probably too old. Do you think Cirque de Soleil will believe me if I tell them I'm 22?

It is well after midnight right now and I have to be up at 6:00 am tomorrow to take the slightly sketchy shepherd named Sable for a walk before work. However, I'm so keyed up and excited after tonight's super fun adventure that I know I won't be able to sleep. And I really wanted to get the video uploaded so that I can watch it a million times over the next few days! See how cheesy-happy I am here?! This is pretty much how I looked all night!
I was nervous that the class would suck - $65 and a trip to Gilbert is really asking a lot of my friends. I thought maybe we'd only get to fly back and forth a few times and I was worried that it wouldn't be much more than what you can do at the playground. Let me tell you -- my worries were completely unfounded. Watch below and see for yourself. The first clip was the first thing they taught us. The second clip was the second thing they taught us. No baby steps here. It was amazing!!! If the video keeps stopping, you might want to try it directly on youtube - click here.



Was it scary? No, I didn't think so, though a few people were mildly jittery after their first run. Was it dangerous? Well, maybe. Of the six friends that joined me at Trapeze U, three of them went home injured. Jamie pulled a hamstring/groin/or something after 3 runs. Kiri lost her grip on the second run and went flying and scraped up both her knees sliding on the safety net. Angela tore up her hands pretty good - blisters everywhere. But the waiver we signed says that participants "often break their wrists or ankles" so it could have been a lot worse!

For those of you who came out to play with me - I will get you the full set of your videos and photos as soon as I can - I promise! In the meantime, here is one of each of you:

Jamie:

Christy:
David:

Kiri:

Robyn:
Angela:
And a group shot with our crazy-good instructors and Patrick, our fabulous videographer:



Saturday, August 16, 2008

Jill Needs...

Google knows everything - including what you need. Type your name and "needs" into google and see what you need.

Here is the list of what I need:
1. Jill needs a roommate.
(Actually, nope, I've already got one)

2. Jill needs our help...one more time...let's do it.
(Well, okay, I'll take whatever help the internet wants to offer me)

3. Jill needs to be spanked!!!!
(Wow. 4 exclamation points. But I think they got me confused with Kiri)

4. Jill needs to STOP LOOKING.
(Intriguing. I wonder what I'm supposed to stop looking for? Makes me want to go look for whatever it is!)

5. Jill needs love!
(What?! I thought everybody loved me already! Besides isn't this what dogs are for?)

6. Miss Jill needs to go out.
(Potty-time!)

This made me wonder what Pat needs. Google says:
1. Pat needs a break.
2. Pat needs a disaster.
3. Pat needs help please.
4. I think Pat needs his meds adjusted.
5. Pat needs plans for Friday night around 10:30.