Treeing a squirrel

Calli is finally starting to feel "at home" in the dog park, where we go nearly everyday. She has been shy and reserved and very clingy, but today, for the first time, she began to wonder off on her own and even chased and pounced on a few doggy friends. She also made friends with Mason, a three year old boy who loved throwing the ball for her. Normally, she doesn't want to "give up" the toy she has retrieved, but today, she gave it up willingly, for Mason. She even sprawled in front of him, watching him carefully as she waited for him to toss the ball a few yards for her to "fetch." A little later, Mason was knocked to the ground by a small "pack" of romping dogs. As his mother scooped up the crying three year old, I noticed Calli running to them from the other side of the park where she had been busy "treeing" a squirrel. Once she could see that her new friend was okay, she went back to exploring the park. She's such a great dog.

We have good and bad days with Calli's Megaesophagus. Whenever I begin to feel as if we have found a routine that works, suddenly it doesn't work and I'm left scratching my head. There seems to be no rhyme nor reason to the regurge, a difficult reality for someone like me, who wishes to have some control.