Saturday, May 19, 2012

leaving

I mean how hard could it be?  It was a dog-sitting gig, one of the owners would come up to the Dog Ranch in the late afternoon, her husband would be up later in the evening.  My job was done. I packed up my stuff and then packed up the car.  No big deal.  Yay, right.  

Earlier on the last day, still on my own, I decided to say goodbye to each dog one by one. To just make contact, with a tiny hand-bow to their trust in me and to the wilderness still so vibrant in their everyday nature. Here's the head shots and a few more parting pics just for good measure.

Maymay & Bev


the lovely Becca

the lovely Bev (again)

my sentinel Belle

Lucy with the blue eyes and Maymay with the closed eyes

Fido!

Fido!

Zen master Samuel

Bernie, the dog for all seasons

Oscar, the youngest who still smells of woodland lupine and brown bear

Bev giving Fido some 'what for...", with Lucy and MayMay

Bev (can't get enough of her) and MayMay

And finally, the two best boys, Deez and Rocket in the house yard,  turning away...






May we be the memory of every being we've every met and every place we've ever been...

Lily

Sunday, May 13, 2012

the bark

The only times I get to hear all the dogs barking at once is when I enter their kennel area to let them into their yard, or for mealtimes. In my imagination, all dogs of the same breed would sound the same, make the identical bark. It'd be like being with One big Dog. But each dog in the real world, like here has an individual sound, and unique times they bark. It's not harmony, but it does at times, seem like one dog is "speaking" for the whole group; that way the dogs aren't all trying to 'talk' at the same time.  Lily

Lily barks when she's being playful, usually playing with MayMay (next photo)

Hard to imagine her barking from this photo, but this is MayMay, & she & Lily are a duet of barking play. They are also sisters.

 The Famous Berny, he barks at will: feed me, play w me, lets get outta here, what's everyone running for? He is the warning bell.

Beverly woofs, she does not bark. She woofs when playing with other dogs and in her kennel, right before her meal is served.

Fido has a big bark. He plays hard and barks accordingly. He's never barked 'at' me, only at his pack mates.

I've started to call Belle my sentinel. The Sentinel: sentry - guard - watch - watchman - guardsman - keeper, defined by dictionary.com. She enters the kennel area 1st, runs up & down the kennels barking/alerting everyone, stands by each kennel door as I open it. I know Belle, she is a house dog, with Berny, but until this time with the whole pack, I never knew Belle had this chutzpah. She's magnificent at it!

Friday, May 11, 2012

getting to the side yard

One way off the house deck;


 ...is through the 'dog door', actually more an entrance than a doorway:




The side yard is mainly for dogs, well, kind of obvious right? A safe place for a dog or two or 3 to recuperate or for the house dogs to be outside when they're not with the rest of the pack:



A secret entrance to a secluded place of one's own; may we all find our way there from time to time....

Lily

Thursday, May 10, 2012

why there is grass...






Need I say more? 

May we all find the soft and sweet places in the world.

Lily

every body (with special ending for Colleen)

Still photos only tell so much.  Especially when you have someone like me, using an Iphone camera, to capture the essential feeling of what it's like to be here with many dogs. I almost wrote, with SO many dogs. And that's a case in point; after a couple days with the team, they don't seem like SO many or TOO many dogs at all. When they're awake, they're movements are for the most part, sleekly concise and made with an awareness of what else is going on around them. That doesn't mean they are always doing the same thing at the same time. More often than not, each dog, or a pair of dogs, are attending to something in the environment or to some internal cues. Knowing their environment, or their Space, appears primary:  who's where, what's the wind making move "over there," what direction is that moo'g coming from, who is it that just peed right here?

It reminds me of a dance practice called flocking. Moving your individual dance through space, staying close to the other dancers who are also each moving their individual dance alongside yours. It's beautiful to watch and somehow deeply satisfying for the body to practice flocking.

Difference between flocking practice in the dance, and the dogs in the yard, is the dogs don't seem to need any practice. My guess is we wouldn't need much practice either if we'd continue flocking from our natural instincts to run with our kind, other humans, from the beginning of our lives: don't children run & play in a flocking formation fairly often? Making their way across space, each ones arms and legs flailing in their own way, staying as close to each other as they possible can. I don't remember anyone ever teaching me to run & play like that, do you?  Hmmm...





















Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Getting close-r

me & oscar

me & Lily

sitting on ground with them

sitting on ground with them

Fido gets real close, wants belly rub

Belle is always close by

Diesel, leader of the team, not paying me no mind yet

Becca squeezing me in

Bernie, watching over the whole experiment

Later in the day, Lily bumps noses with me
Finding a way to get close to them, so they feel relaxed and safe with me, but not becoming "just another dog" is what I'm up to this day.  It's Sunday, we'd been together for almost 2 days. I sat on the ground, hung out in the spot in the yard known as the "safe zone" where they congregate after runs, and look out at the house.  I didn't speak any dog's name unless they came up to me first. No calling them to me, because they're super responsive to what you ask of them. Some, like me, were suckers for the new connection, others still checking me out from afar.  All good in dogland.  

May we all be friendliness when we feel it's true, and keep our own counsel when our instincts say "wait a little longer..."

Lily

Sleeping dogs

I've not been keeping up with blog posts.  Sorry.  Dogs needed a bit more attention than usual the last couple days but now we're back to routine; which means regular meal times while everything else moves from a more instinctual and wily edge.  Like life, you know.  

In the yard, the dogs sleep alone, in pairs, in mini-packs. When they're asleep they're really out.  A few snore. I imagine that we'd all be able to sleep deeply anywhere, too, if we lived all of our time in close quarters with 11 others of our kind who we'd bonded with.  I like to think this is a lesson they're teaching me anyway.

Of course, they wake up and start running like...well, alaskan sled dogs... at some minuscule message sent out from one dog to all the others.  Or maybe many dogs at once send it out, I mean, really what do I know? but it appears they jump up as One Beautiful, Elegant entity. Occasionally, I think I see one dog begin the "rise up now and run" phenomena.  Key phrase in last sentence is: "I think..."  If I find out more before I leave here, I'll let you know.

Rocket &  Lily (oscar walking by)

Just Rocket

Fully out

Beverly

May-May

In the House

   
Bernie staying awake only to get pic taken! 





 May we all find deep & irresistible sleepiness every day...  

Lily