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Dogs ease the pain

Dogs ease the pain

JIM SEIP
Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Sometimes it's the smallest things that keep you going.

Maybe it's a quick glance at a photo in your wallet. The black-and-white snapshot from your wedding day, the edges worn and tattered.

Perhaps it's that dream — the idea of finally taking a week's vacation to swim in the clear, warm waters off the southern coast of Florida.

Dogs ease the pain

 

 

 

Or maybe it's just the sound of your son giggling when he catches you cheating again in a game of cards.

For Jeannine Rash, that one "small" thing that kept her going was an 8-pound dog named Gidget.

Rash looked down at her "little girl" when she said this, and the tiny papillon looked back — as if she knew what everybody was talking about. Gidget panted, she wagged her tail, she stuck her tongue out.

"She's what got me through," Rash said.

Eight years ago, a car accident left Rash unable to move her neck. In near constant pain, she did little but survive for three years. She slept — when she could. She ate — when she could.

Even after she recovered from whiplash, she was in near-constant pain. Doctors later diagnosed her with fibromyalgia syndrome, a disorder marked by muscle, ligament and tendon pain.

Rash was in near-constant pain.

A former painter, Rash didn't have the patience or strength to pick up a brush.

The one thing she wanted to do was train Gidget.

The first session lasted slightly longer than a commercial break — five minutes, maybe. But it grew from there.

Rash made her way back. Slowly.

She returned to shows and started teaching obedience classes. Rash is one of hundreds of owners expected to attend Sunday's 36th annual All-Breed Dog Show and Obedience Trial at the York Expo Center.

She still struggles with pain. Sometimes she can't sleep. Other days it's pain in her arms or back.

But she manages. And she always — always — keeps her dogs close.

There's Gidget and "her baby boy" Jeffrey, a 4-year-old papillon. The dogs are all hair and ears, but once training starts they are a blur of fur — leaping over bar jumps and walking at Rash's side to perform figure eights.

Rash smiles through all of this, only admitting later that she hurts all over.

There's not a lot of money to be made in weekend dog events, but it was her hobby. And she was addicted.

Attracted to the obedience portion of dog shows, rather than the beauty portion of breed judging, it took years of work to get to this point.

At shows, Rash's dogs compete against all types of other breeds, so there is a learning curve. The tiny dogs need to adjust to competing against bigger breeds that can sometimes weigh more than 10 times as much as the papillons.

But Jeffrey and Gidget scamper with the slightest flick of Rash's hand or any voice command. Rash isn't your average, toss-the-ball-in-the-park dog lover.

She brushes her dogs' teeth every night with a special poultry-flavored toothpaste. She takes her dogs for massages once a week. She takes them to the chiropractor once a month.

Rash has devoted her life to training dogs. She and her husband, Keith, recently finished construction on a dog training academy located a short walk from their house in Red Lion. The academy walls are covered with blue ribbons and 8x10 glossy photographs of grinning dogs and trophies.

There are quite a few, more than 30, but Rash apologizes. She just opened the building a few months ago, and there hasn't been enough time to display the rest of her ribbons.

But she's back on her feet, trying not to think about the pain.

And she's doing what she loves — training her dogs.

JIM SEIP - ydr.com

 

 
             
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