Sunday, April 27, 2014

Therapy dog practice

We took a day away to visit Ron today and Harvey came along for the ride. Harvey is still being trained for certification as a therapy dog and we take him as many places as we can.

The retirement home where Ron lives is a small facility. They have a small dog, a shi tzu, that lives at the home and other times when we've visited, the little dog has been a bit territorial. Before we walked in I planned my strategy to keep the peace. I would have Harvey get into a down position to show deference.

As it turned out we arrived during a thunderstorm and the little dog named Boots was afraid and hiding. Harvey didn't have any encounters with him then at all, and he enjoyed greeting a couple of the other residents.

We took Ron out for lunch at Hu Hot in Manhattan...about an hour away from the home. We had lots of time for conversation with the long drive and with a relaxed lunch. It was a very good lunch, but as usual I felt obligated to eat too much since it is all-you-can-eat. It would seem that I should be able to resist that by now, but apparently not. 

When we took Ron back to the home, Boots was at the door and I could hear him barking even before he could see Harvey. We eased Harvey in and I told him to sit. Boots looked him over, sniffed, and walked away. End of confrontation. Harvey kept an eye on Boots, but there were no further interactions between them.

However, there WERE interactions of other kinds. People wanted to meet Harvey. We came into the common area near the dining room and  a couple of ladies were sitting near a table. They asked to meet Harvey so we walked over to them. Harvey would come close and let them pet him. Sometimes he would lay his head in their laps. If they leaned forward for a kiss, he'd oblige but he did not push his face up to theirs without an invitation.

Ron pointed to a community living room area where two more women were seated. Again they asked to have Harvey greet them so I directed him to them and he made friends. We moved back to the first area and there were more residents. Nurse aides were taking pictures. Other nurse aides were collecting more residents from down the hall. Harvey stayed at my side (I didn't take him off lead) and waited to be directed to greet people. Then when told to say hello, he would move in quietly and either wait close enough to be petted or place his head in a lap. People would ask for another turn. Harvey would oblige. 

How does he know this stuff? We haven't worked on greeting etiquette in this context at all, and at home we are still trying to teach him he can't rush the door when people arrive. 

It was great. He's not ready to be off lead yet, but he's certainly interested and has the right temperament. He is such a couch potato at home that I sometimes wondered if he would go out on a visit and end up lying down for a nap instead of visiting with people. That didn't happen today.

The fun part was that people seemed hungry for that kind of activity. They really wanted that contact with an animal, that touch, that warmth. Everyone in the room was smiling, their hands outstretched. Harvey wasn't frightened or nervous about the wheelchairs or the smells or the resident who muttered under his breath. He wasn't afraid of people who approached quickly and he didn't rush people who were hesitant.

It will be fun when he's certified and we can do this regularly.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

A poem for the weekend



A friend shared this poem in our small group the other night. 
It winds its way through my thoughts now, and is worth sharing.



Patterns
by Jan Richardson

Forgive us, God
When we live our lives
within the lines,
when we say
this is the shape of our work
this is the boundary of our habitation
these are the limits of our love
these are the lines of our vision
these, and none other
Draw us beyond our patterns into yours:
shifting, moving
curving, spiraling,
many-colored, ever-changing,
stretching, pushing,
challenging, renaming,
unsettling, disturbing,
casting forth,
and welcoming home.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

In the dirt on Earth Day



I didn't know it was Earth Day until after I left the garden and happened to check facebook.

The garden is a mess. Last year was a rough year and the garden was one of the things that had to get left behind while I worked on healing. I knew it was bad out there so I've been putting off working in it. I seeded the spinach and beets in my perenial bed. I planted snap peas and broccoli and brussels sprouts (something we haven't tried to grow before) in the flower bed close to the house.

Brussels sprouts and broccoli next to the house

About a week ago I decided to walk close enough to my vegetable garden to look inside. I didn't actually step in, but I looked. I was delighted to find that rhubarb and asparagus were still growing, in spite of my neglect.

Asparagus and rhubarb cleaned up

More rhubarb

My parents came over Monday and cleaned up the weeds around the rhubarb while I began working one of the raised beds. I had to go in early to get supper before some evening plans, but they stayed long enough to clear weeds off another bed.

Yesterday I was able to plant a little more broccoli and a dozen tomato plants after working another bed. Now all those things are watered and ready for mulch. 

The part of the garden that is worked.

the work still waiting to be done

I could have stayed there a lot longer, but the mowing needed attention too, and I'd already had enough aerobic exercise for one day.

Mowed center yard
Mowed front yard

I promise not to put up pictures every time I mow the yard.

I'm glad to be reminded of the goodness of working in the dirt. Also the goodness of having motivation and energy. After last summer and depression I no longer take that for granted. It is such a relief to feel better. I have more humility about getting things done now. It feels great to accomplish things that are measurable, certainly. But the amount of energy necessary to do that is so much less now than it was last year. Doing the garden last year was insurmountable. This year it is fun. It isn't anything in my character that makes me better this year than last. I wasn't lazy then and strong now. 

I have to be careful with this, because it is important even when depressed to force yourself into some activity, some normal tasks. But the amount of energy needed to do so is different, and the amount of exhaustion that follows is also different. It required so much more energy and so much more rest afterwards during the depression than now when my spirits are back to normal.The gentleness and empathy that I was offered by those who love me was more than I could offer myself during that time and I'm grateful for it.

I came in after mowing to check email and take a break. I found out that Harvey's intermediate obedience class was not going to be at 7pm, but rather at 4:45pm...leaving me barely enough time to shower before racing to Wichita for class. We made it. He did well, making no more mistakes than any of the other dogs and getting lots of attention for his stunning appearance. 

He loves class and today is pumped and eager for commands to obey. He seems to want to show me what he is capable of...just a big show-off, I guess...a very very big show-off.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Still Growing

When Harvey sits, his head is above the dining room table.

I'm so glad we decided to do obedience classes while he was still smaller! If we hadn't, so many things would now be physically impossible.

How would I give him a bath if he didn't choose to submit? As it is, he doesn't love it, but he walks into the bathroom on his own, waits for me to remove his collar, and then slowly lifts each foot into the water. When he is done being washed, again he holds still and waits while I close the shower curtain and tell him to shake. Then I hear the loud flapping of his ears as he gives himself a big body shivver. When I open the curtain he slowly steps back out of the tub onto the layers of towels I've laid out for him. He lies down and allows me to rub him down with towels. Then we move to the other room where he lets me brush him out completely. What a great dog!

He still has things he needs to work on but he is also making progress. Public events are pretty routine by now. If we sit down in rows of seats he knows we will be there a while. He gets comfortable on the floor and falls asleep. We have to find seats that have plenty of room underneath or else sit near a wide empty spot because he no longer fits next to our feet in narrow rows. He has heard bluegrass, jazz, classical, and choral music as well as numerous sermons and speeches. He seems to not have a preference. He knows we will stand and sit and stand and sit and that no longer causes him any anxiety. He wakes up when it is time to leave.

He prefers to not stay home.

When I pull on my shoes, he is attentive and at my side as I get ready to leave. He is quicker at obedience at those moments than at any other time. He almost gleefully waits for commands.

Things we need to work on...
longer stays
obeying commands from a distance
keeping a loose lead without the pinch collar when we go for a walk
lying down when guests arrive and waiting for an invitation to greet

Things I love...
He is affectionate in such quiet gentle ways. First thing in the morning he comes to each of us for a greeting. He places his head in my lap and leans in for a long neck and shoulder massage. If I'm sitting on the floor he lays his head on my shoulder and waits to be hugged.

He is pretty calm and laid back. It is rare that he gets overly excited. Most of the time he is calmly attentive and enjoys the contact people want to give him.

He is calm even with play. Sometimes he will come up to me and drop a tennis ball in my lap. Then he just waits for me to throw it. He will chase it and bring it back 3-4 times and then he's ready to lie down again.

His run is so big and ungainly. It is easiest to see that he is still a puppy when he runs because everything about him is on the edge of coordination. He runs as though he hasn't adjusted to the size he has achieved, his huge feet landing all splayed out, his speed taking him farther than he intends to go and then causing him to slide past his target.

I love the way people light up and respond to him when he shows up.


Sunday, April 13, 2014

Lent in Sixth Grade Sunday School

Waiting too long to post takes away my foolish bravery about putting thoughts out into the world, and so I haven't written much lately. It's time to break that streak.

We are marking the season of Lent in our 6th Grade Sunday School class. Every Sunday we light six candles for the six Sundays during Lent. We turn out the electric lights. We read a lenten reading, and then blow out one more candle each Sunday of Lent to symbolize the darkness that is broken by Easter. Then we are silent for a moment to take it in. Because today is Palm Sunday, today we blew out all six of the candles. In our low light basement classroom the darkness was startling...as was the light, when we moved on to the next part of our lesson.

Today the sixth grade class heard John 18 and 19. We sat outside on park benches in the playground and read a section at a time, and talked about it. The kids, who are gradually becoming taller than me, have insight beyond their years and I find myself humbled at the honor of being present to hear their questions and their insights.

Reading this particular passage about the betrayal and execution of Christ has been especially timely because our pastors, Kay and Anita, used the same chapters for their sermons the last two weeks. Those sermons have not been put online yet, but in a couple of weeks you will be able to hear them here. Today I echoed many things Kay taught us last week, and after class was over I enjoyed hearing Anita flesh out more fully the rest of the things we talked about together on the playground.

Anita talked about how Jesus spoke truth to everyone and some people heard it and acted on it while others turned away from it, finding it too threatening or too risky. The children and I did not talk in terms of truth, but we did marvel at how Pilate seemed to understand Jesus better than the religious leaders. And yet he could not bring himself to do what he knew was right. I told them that it makes me watchful, and careful to try not to miss the truth the way religious leaders did then. We also talked about what might have gone through Peter's thoughts, and why he was afraid to tell the truth. One of us asked if Peter in that moment was still a Christian or not. What a deep question! We remembered later parts of Peter's life as we thought about what it meant to deny Christ three times.

Jesus said to let the children come, because to such belongs the kingdom of God. As we sat with our Bibles open together on the playground, my role was more to add information when something needed clarity and to keep the space safe for asking questions and sharing ideas. The teaching was a community project with all of us learning together. They may be children, but God's spirit uses them.

I was also in charge of getting the palm branches distributed for the processional in worship today. These amazing sixth graders feel a bit too old to be included in something the tiny children do. They aren't too old. We adults aren't too old. We could all be waving our palms and marching in, and reflecting on what it means. But the sixth graders ARE too old to not play a stronger part, so we all were in charge of the processional. I gave them the information that I had been given about when and how things needed to happen and asked for their help. They organized the smaller children, handed out the palm branches, and led them around the church. They were ready for responsibility and did a great job, better than I could have done without them.

Back to the subject of truth, my friend Hannah is living out her faith in a tough neighborhood in Chicago. She lives her life so fully that she rarely has time to blog, but she wrote one recently that I want to pass on...A burden too great. Check it out if you get the chance.