paula needs to be formally introduced to anyone goin g to sit with her children..
my other discovery- there is noting more welcoming than a freshly made bed-- thank you cindy... i had dreaded the thought of my sizzle tossed bed
as i bounced around on the tractor for about an hour moving the manure pile, i came in and fell onto the bed and was asleep before cindy appeared with some warm food. and would have slept the clock around ,, except paula got fussy about ben. -- so i sat with them for a while---- cheeze was not going to cut the mustard so we tried the dish of purina wet food.. and she warmed up very slightly-- at least to let him sit by her-- on the non puppy side...heather was due to come in at 9 so i went back to bed having told ben to come gtme if she stood up. it was a zero melatonin. night.
earlier... i was jostled to reality when cindy came and told me reese had jusgt stepped on a pup. and it was screaming- fearing all sorts of intern al injuries-- which still could be-- my half vast experience with pups... is they can get stuck in scream mode... so i got a jar of chicken adn sweet potatoe baby food-- and with the spoon i i rebooted her mind into food orientation... she is no longer on 3 legs,... but clearly 3.75 legs. and a note was made in the overnight..
this half vast knowledge came from my experience with dogs and commercials...- i had several dogs... some mine and some borrowed for the day.... who knew how to do something.... like sit still and hold a leash in their mouth.-- but they also knew what ransom is--- they would do it once -- i wpuld politely say thank you and give them a cookie --that then went 2 ways - they ate the cookie and happily took the leash back for. photo. take #2-#47
however. there was teh connie. the corgi-- who would eat one cookie.. then look at me with THAT look. like "you are going to have to do better than that". and would not take the leash for teh second shot until i had something better in my hand. then there was the day when connie had to pick up paper and put it in the paper recycle bin... can in the can and metal in the metal.. all witih out a break in the film, which she did... but only after i had a somewhat greasy hamburger in my hand.
there are alot of connie stories--connie lived nearby and would be left int eh ( warm ) garage while th ekids were in school-- i would just go and lift the door and she wou ld hop in my car. she eventually was deaf... but continued to be one of the easiest dogs to handle on a set... she knew the game.
she also bit a director once-- and she was totLYY CORRECT.. there is a rule on sets that the animal person is th eonly one to touch an animal---- we were doing a houghlin mifflikn ? school book? commercial on the steps of some school. in rhode island??? .. and the director wanted connie to sit 1 inch to the left- and instead of asking me to do it... he tried to shove her butt over.. connie was quick-- bit nearly thru his thumb... blood all over... connie was a professional....and had her standards.
then ther was teh commercial where she was to jump up on a chair and steal teh turkey leg and run withit...
that was really really hard...because i knew that the fake leg they had, made thie a normal job to her... but once the substituted with a real turkey leg, they would probably have only one chance to get it right.. as it was... i think we had 2 shots.--- we turned the turkey around for the second.
corgies are a good "thinking dog."... also....
