It was a tough but not too tough week; I needed to shift to quickly interruptible upstairs work, with the pleasing result of now being almost all the way through the seasonal shift of the house (which ialso concludes shipping season: only one more smallish crate to arrive in December). And, an article draft was written and delivered only a few days past its deadline, a pleasant anomaly for me. Now, we are essentially locked down for the final week of our six month shared situation. Next Monday, the worst will be over, and though the climb might begin slowly, it’s all uphill from there. Whew! Plus: Ragdale!
Last week, before I needed to let the milkweed in all its forms languish, I got through one of two big pots full of milkweed pods. Extracting fluff is never, ever going to be my favorite activity, though it is quite a visually rich experience. I hope to get back to it soon, even as I cringe a bit about that second waiting pot o’ pods. Everyone says the seed fluff fiber will be worth it. But I can’t wait to get this over with and get back to the bast: I know that is more than worth it.
Sometimes they strip beautifully, other times not. I’ve been trying to keep the clean and not-so-clean fluff separated, to see if it makes any difference.
Clicker training, I am loving, and so is Chance. We’ve got a long way to go before beginning to directly address the fear aggression, but it’s already having a huge effect on his personality. Sunday, I surreptitiously watched through the kitchen window as our neighbor S came to the fence. Chance jumped up but not in a threatening way, thrusting his nose (and closed mouth) towards her: a goofy and perhaps inappropriate greeting, but a greeting. He bounced off the fence, dropped to the ground and milled around with Lupe for a few seconds as S reached down to pet them, then he simply retreated to the porch, and calmly sat and watched while S petted Lupe. All without one single bark or any sort of defensive (or jealous) action on his part, and no commands; it was a series of decisions he made on his own. This was not AT ALL the case before we switched to clicking. Good boy!
Several consecutive days of heavy rains were too much for the split-ear; it slid off its support. But it’s otherwise intact, and it’s very funny to handle this big, floppy thing when it’s wet. I’m letting it dry out, draped to change its shape, and then we’ll see.