|This basket has lots of my cinnamon scones in it.|
|At the beginning of the walkathon. Jam is super excited. Fred and Stephanie are on either side of him.|
|This is Mary and Hermione! They recognized Jam and said hello!|
|Karen says hi to former puppy Duke as Melisa chats with Tampa AC Jan.|
Some player. Some might call it performance anxiety.
Overexcited, overheated and overstressed, Jammy needed to sit out the walkathon. Evidently Jammy was more like his puppy raiser mommy than we knew. I missed so many field trips in grade school because I would get so excited about them I would make myself sick. So sick I couldn't go on the field trip. Twisted, I know.
So, we poured cold water on Jammy's head (but not in his mouth as really cold water can make them throw up and not do any good) and most of his body. Then we filled a bowl with room temp water for him to drink, which he did. From our grassy venue, we watched the walkathon pass us by and we waved hello to people we knew and Jam relaxed and cooled down. Willow gave him a little bit of the stink eye as it was her first walkathon and she really wanted to walk it and Jam's overexcitedness was an amateur move.
|Kathy Hysmith and Spirit stopped by to say hello. Jam's profile is just off to the left.|
|Fred is standing with Willow on his left, Stephanie is in the center and John has Angel on his left. John stopped by to say hello.|
|Erik, a yellow goldadore, meets Spirit a black labrador.|
|Duke, a yellow lab, is now an ambassador dog.|
|Rick and his son Samuel are walking their puppy Eckerd, a yellow lab. Stephanie is behind them with Jam.|
|Fred is walking Willow beside Kerry and her daughter.|
|Stephanie and Jam are approaching the finish line.|
|Dave and his Mick are here for one last walkathon before going IFT that afternoon. Dave's previous pup just got matched!|
|Going round the circle, Rick and Eckerd, Gabrielle, Fred and Willow, Trudy and Larry and Trapper.|
|Dave and Petey talking for the cameras.|
|Petey meeting his puppy peeps.|
|Jam playing hard to impress with Petey. He was just jealous. People used to think he was the cutest in the room! 8-)|
|Jam peering out the railings to watch the planes take off.|
|Finally bored with the planes, Jam crashes.|
|A helicopter landed during lunch. It would be a great exposure for your pup.|
|Jam and I in our dinner finery. Jam really didn't want to sit still. He was a major pain.|
|Elizabeth and Kelly are from the Georgia group and are friends with Julie who has Massena, Jam's brother.|
|Sign saying no food or beverages beyond this point. Melisa thought it should also say no poo what with all the little puppies at the dinner.|
I made a hurried round through the exhibit and then left and crammed my face full of canapes, listening for the faint sounds of screaming and breaking glass. Fortunately, I never heard them.
Fred got to meet some of our friends from Houston, but unfortunately, I didn't find them before dinner started, so I didn't get to talk with them. Next year! We did get to talk with trainer Jennifer, who was looking very lovely in her dinner finery. We are still crossing our fingers that she will find some time to run a training class.
|Jam, peering up from under the table at dinner. Just getting a read on the evening.|
|Chilling under the chair during dinner.|
Until we started to leave the Museum of Fine Arts. We were on our way out and all was well. No alabaster vases shattered. No accidents of any kind (and believe you me, there were accidents all over the place!) from the boy. When we happened to get behind an intact male black lab about Jam's size. All of a sudden, ZING! The fox tail is in full curve. It is puffed out to the max. Every individual hair is standing at attention and Jam is literally trying to walk on two legs to get to this male.
Fred has him. He gives a correction. Nothing. Correction. Nothing. We stop and wait. Jam sees the male getting further away and in his best gangsta howl cries out into the night.
One single, solitary, ear piercing bark.
We slink out the door.