30 November 2013

Our Big Day Out

The day before my seventeenth birthday, a Tuesday morning, at 10:06am, we are standing at the door of Hans’ house. Sparkie sat beside me, her ears up. This is new. Hans opens the door, smiles and says, “Right on time!” Four dogs surround him, all wagging their tails and pressing eagerly against the screen door. We head to the backyard where Sparkie gets to meet all the dogs. She quickly made friends with a nine month old Smooth Collie, called “Sunny”, and they were romping around the yard until Hans called his dogs and put them away. We chatted for a while, and then the work began. We took Hans’ car to the shops, and spent two hours exploring the town. We went into IGA and banks and a variety of different shops. Hans’ got us to cross the busy road several times, climb up and down stairs, and walk through narrow alleyways. At one point, in an alleyway, he and Mummy walk towards me as though they were about to run into us, then at the last moment break away. This was to get Sparkie used to walking in a crowd. After lunch, we went to the mall where Hans introduced us to a travelator. Sparkie freaked out, and of course so did I! She refused to go on it, even for treats. Eventually we picked Sparkie up and put her on the travelator, where she got lots of praise and treats. The next time around she only hesitated a second, before jumping right on it! We went up and down the travelators several times, until Sparkie was hopping on and off with no fear at all. Riding the travelator to the bottom and then back to the top by ourselves was one of the best moments of my life! We took the lift a few times too. We went up some more stairs, down a ramp, into another bank and a restaurant. We stood on the balcony overlooking the car park and weaved through the tables in the food court. We went to Aldi and K-mart. On the way home Sparkie fell asleep in the foot well of Hans’ car.

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Coming soon, a new video of our day at the shops! Open-mouthed smile

I can't see myself without you.
With you I get strength to do things I've never,
ever dreamt in a million years.
I'm unstoppable 'cause you're here with me.

- “Impossible,” by Newsboys

20 November 2013

Upgrades

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So the farm job didn’t work out so we’re still on the road. Daddy’s got a few days work painting, with one of the guys who built the bunks.

 

Sparkie’s training is going great. I’m able to take her everywhere – hardware store, library, even the supermarket! So here’s how it works: every week, our trainer Hans sends us a log detailing what we need to work on for the week. I work with Sparkie and fill out the log, and send it back at the end of the week, usually with several videos of our training. Hans reviews the log and the videos and then decides what we need to work on for the next week, and sends us another log. At some point in the next few weeks, we’ll be heading down to Melbourne, where he’s based, to have a one-on-one in person training session.

 

And as promised, the bunks. Ian and Mike arrived on Sunday morning (ten days ago) and the bunks were all in by lunchtime. Only they forgot to take into the account it was Sunday, all the shops were shut, so we had to sleep on solid wood for a night. We piled as many blankets and sleeping bags as we could for padding, but it was a miserable night of tossing and turning, and I woke up feeling almost as stiff as the board I’d slept on! So that day we went out and brought air beds, and we’re all loving our new comfy beds.

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The van is still for sale, and a guy has said he’s going to buy it, and he was meant to be here at 6pm today but it’s 7:30pm now and there’s no sign of him. So we’ll see what happens next!

9 November 2013

Moving Forward

So much has happened since my last post that I haven’t had time to tell you about it. And we also had computer trouble, which still isn’t quite fixed but at least our internet is back now.


Sparkie is in training to become a service dog. Not just any service dog, my service dog. We found an organization that helps me train her myself, and when our training is complete Sparkie will be a certified service dog. We’ve come so far in our five weeks of training, but I know there’s still further to go.

We’ve gone into the shopping mall a few times, and the library, and Target, and the post office. Mostly, Sparkie’s acting like she’s been doing it all her life, and it’s easy to forget she’s still learning. Occasionally she’ll mess up, break her stay or beg attention from a stranger who stops to chat, and I’ll remember we’ve only been doing this five weeks. She’s enjoying all the time she gets to spend with me and I’m finding her more and more responsive to my commands.

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As you read this, I can just hear you thinking, why does she need a service dog? I have some issues that interfere with my life, and as a service dog, Sparkie will help me cope with them. For now, that’s all you need to know.


Our ultimate plan has always been to travel over the winter and work over the summer, but for the past five years we haven’t managed to get a job at the right time. This summer we decided to try again. It took several weeks, but Daddy’s finally got an interview to go to on Monday. Fingers crossed it goes well and we get to spend the summer working on a dairy farm!


We’ve been staying at a showground for the last few weeks, and slowly people have got to know us and now they keep bringing us food – last night we were given hotdog rolls and sausages! And one guy, a semi-retired builder, had heard about us from someone else, and he’s lending a hand to build our bunks. Not only is he putting the bunks together, but he’s also paying for all the timber!


And so the first week of November ends and my 17th birthday is in eighteen days, and Christmas is four weeks after that, and then it’s the end of 2013. It feels like just the other day we were in Ariah Park, NSW, and I was recovering from some bug than kept me in bed the last three days of 2012 and the first four days of 2013. It’s been a busy year, but it seems to have been very short.

 

In the next post – the outcome of Daddy’s interview, how Sparkie’s service dog training works, and how the bunks look!

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16 October 2013

Bad Timing

A lot has been happening around here since I last posted, and only a few of them have been good. We performed at the Hamilton Outdoor Adventure Fair on the 5th and 6th, which was great and the rain held off until the end of our last show. The crowd loved it so much that we have been invited back for next year. Sparkie and me are working on a new, fun project that doesn’t involve Roy in any way, which at some point will get a blog post to officially announce it. We went through Casterton last week and got some photos.

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Bad Thing #1 Suzanna caught some really odd stomach bug the day before Hamilton that then took Gabrielle down the day after Hamilton, and proceeded to slowly hit us all in very different ways. Most of us got lethargy, diarrhoea, nausea, sore tummy, and a high temperature, at least one thing off the list, but only the three youngest actually threw up. And Gabrielle was sick all of the 7th, then fine and running around on the 8th, only to stay in bed all day and throw up some more on the 9th (Jireh’s birthday, which was also the day he spent in bed, throwing up.) Suffice it to say, nobody felt like eating party food.

Bad Thing #2 I can’t remember if I mentioned we had an agent or not. When we met Roy at Mt Isa in June he gave us the email address for his agent, who also has a lot of other entertainers she works for. Of course this was really exciting, especially when her response to my contact email was “We'd love to include you in the next round of promotions.” Roy told us not to take on any shows ourselves, and to let our agent, Joy, do all the work now. It worked ok for a while, but I got frustrated at how slow she was to reply to my emails, and get anything organised. While she was organising the Hamilton event for us, she told us she’d booked us into a cabin and that we should just sneak the dogs in, even though the rules of the caravan park were clear – NO DOGS IN THE CABINS! Of course I said no, and other arrangements were made. So I was feeling a bit annoyed about that. And then, she mentioned in one email recently that she was looking forward to seeing me perform at Whittlesea and Roy’s Speakeasy. That was odd, because I had never told her about it, and at the beginning when I asked Roy how our agent would feel about him inviting me to perform, and he basically said to forget about her and that it was none of her business. So anyway, I told Joy I wasn’t performing there anymore because, “Roy changed his mind and said we weren't wanted after all.” That afternoon I got a long winded email from Joy that started “I want to start this email with a tone that allows you to understand that I'm very concerned about what you sent in your last email…” and so on it went. She told me “I didn't want to represent Superdogs to begin with. I find that as a business the best returns are made on artists who can deliver heaps of variety in their show, travel easily to wherever the work is, are self contained and who are easy to deal with.” Apparently Roy had insisted that she be our agent and so she agreed. And was she inferring we were hard to deal with? And so she told me not to speak poorly of Roy, and that he should not be subjected to unfair comments “such as you made to me this morning.” After some discussion with the family, I emailed back that night and said I was not speaking poorly of anyone, just saying what had happened about the shows in question, and that if she didn’t want to be our agent then we’d just go back to working on our own or whatever (I wrote it very respectfully, of course). That was over a week ago now, and I haven’t heard anything from her since then.

Bad Thing #3 Our computer is barely hanging on to life – USB ports are busted, CD drive went long ago, SD card slot doesn’t work either, and the sound comes and goes. So all our internet is done on the phone or occasionally using the phone as a wireless “hotspot” for those things that HAVE to be down on the computer, like posting this on my blog. And there’s no way to get any photos from the camera onto here.

Bad Thing #4 We were going to go to a Sci-Fi convention on the 20th of this month, and had been planning it for nearly three weeks. Some actors from our favourite TV series would be there and it was going to be awesome! And then the van’s windscreen cracked and needed replacing, so there goes our convention money.

There are several other bad things that aren’t even big enough to have their own number on here (a broken DVD player, rotten patches in the bus floor, having to put seatbelts in the van or sell it due to the crazy laws around here, etc), but put them together with these four bad things, Roy’s previously mentioned behaviour, and, for the first time all year, an empty “upcoming shows in 2013” list, and you can probably understand while I’m feeling somewhat depressed. It feels like all this stuff happened at once – one at a time every few months wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but all these things have happened in the last few weeks. It’s bad timing, like that thing with Roy set off a chain reaction, with all the bad things happening at once. I know it will get better, but when?

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28 September 2013

Won’t Get Fooled Again

Today, I learned something. Actually I was reminded of something I’d already learned and let fall by the wayside as I moved on.

 

In May 2010, just after our second Gympie Show, we went to a dog training club to see if we could sign up for agility class. They told us we had to do about two months of basic obedience class before we were allowed to do agility, no exceptions. We felt very unwelcome. That night, after I’d cried and felt awful about it, I was just even more determined to make it in the world, on my own.

 

Today I learned that people are still untrustworthy. Even Roy Maloy. He’s just changed his mind about having me at the shows, because I asked too many questions about them. The reason I kept asking so many questions was A. I’ve never done anything like that before and wanted to know what to expect, and B. he kept changing the rules. First he said my whole family was welcome to come along, and then when I asked again he said they weren’t. First he said he wanted me to do one performance at night, then when I double-checked he said two. First he said I needed to do my own hair and makeup, then he said he’d get someone else to do it for me. So I kept asking, checking and rechecking the facts just to be sure what would happen on the day. I don’t know if I was too annoying, and he just got fed up with me, or if something else is going on. Roy also said he had a list as long as his arm of famous/world record holding entertainers offering to perform for him for free, whereas I was going to be paid for my part. He was the one who offered to pay me, I didn’t ask for it! I was very upset at first, but now I’m just angry. How could he let me get all excited, for two weeks, and then pull the plug? So I’ve decided not to rely on anyone else to get me where I want in life, I can do it myself. If anyone else offers me something, I might take it, or I might not. And I definitely won’t be so trusting. I won’t get fooled again.

 

The podiums we made specifically for his events will still be used in our own shows. Roy spent his own money on my costume so that’s his loss, not ours. In the long run, this will just make me stronger, more determined to make my career with Superdogs work. I’m already writing up a list of goals for the future, that I’ll be working towards on my own without relying on anyone else. I’ll train my dog myself, get my own shows organized, never depend on anyone but myself to get me where I want to go.