| Claire finds birds on the seawall |
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| Nobu's dash trips up Tosh - soft landing in the sand Making new friends...an international family beagle, Donguri/Acorn, who ran par for par with Nobu. |
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| Getting treats Romping by the shore |
| Claire finds birds on the seawall |
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| Nobu's dash trips up Tosh - soft landing in the sand Making new friends...an international family beagle, Donguri/Acorn, who ran par for par with Nobu. |
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| Getting treats Romping by the shore |
Kotetsu's Mum, Sadako Endo, is an artist, and I had promised to go to her group exhibition, but couldn't make it, so I wanted to apologize and promise to go to her next solo exhibition. She invited us all in for coffee and showed me some of her works, which blew me away: really thoughtful and provocative pictures, full of emotion and insight, with allusions to other great works of art and a strong social message. She brought down a pair of giant canvases from her atelier, inspired by the Fukushima accident and an incident here in Japan where a mother abandoned her children and they died taped up in their apartment: very moving, with bird's nest motifs, moon in eclipse, gold streaks and Goya allusions. I felt very moved by her power, and the warm depth of her empathy. I would like to spend more time contemplating her pictures.
Nobu was really interested in the upstairs room and kept disappearing, so we had to keep calling him back - it seems Kotetsu's mum keeps birds too, so that was what sparked his interest. I could hear the birds singing and warbling from the sitting room. She showed me the resting body of one parrakeet, just passed away the previous evening, its soul obviously still very much here in its home as it slowly took farewell to cross the rainbow bridge. Rest in peace.
Tosh had some exercise too, running for Nobu to chase, and since there were no small dogs around we opened the gates to the smaller dog runs and dashed round and round through the three areas, exploring the bushes and coveys.
The hotel has a wonderful shower area at the entrance to wash the dog's feet, and there are plenty of towels to dry off the paws and wipe down the tiles to leave it clean for the next family. Then you drop the wet dirty towels in the plastic bin. It's so well organized, and Claire, having gone first, waited patiently for Nobu, who is never too keen on getting his paws wet.
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| Mixing the sundae |
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| Claire waiting while I mix |
Nobu is the most gorgeous dog ever. HANDSOME! Takes my breath away watching him training with Dodo sensei. He trots, lifting his paws with confidence and ease, jaunty, sauntering, fully present. He puffs up his chest, lifts his chin, his eyes sparkle, dandy! Then when it's my turn he gets all babyish and cuddles up and snuggles up and playbites me, nipping my sleeve, my coat, my legs, anywhere is up for a poke and a nip, and I can't get him to sober up and calm down. Since he doesn't get that way with Dodosensei, it's a real challenge to know how to control him. I've tried huddling on the ground faking pain with little cries of ouch, and he jumps happily on my back enjoying the full body contact and bites me ever so gently from the side...if I get up and try to walk away, he thinks that's part of the fun...We have an old shoe of Tosh's that I shove in his jaws and we tussle and play with that, but he still goes for my hands, creatively playing with ME, not toys. I'm hoping with our weekly training sessions he'll learn WAIT, and we're trying to focus his energy into FETCH with kong toys...Whatever, when he trains with sensei, Nobu is unbelievably melt your heart GORGEOUS. ![]() |
| Nobu before his Five Drops name tag arrives |
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| The parcel arrives |
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| The excitement and smiles- Mum is this for me? |
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| Just doing a reality check here-yes, it's real! |
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| Seen from above- turquoise and green leather with a silver concho and garnet in the centre |
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| Dash- Claire running with Tosh (Photo Courtesy of K. Okayama) |
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| Dash - Nobu running with/after me (Photo courtesy Keita Okayama) |