Toxic recipe?








This is not a widely known thing yet; dogs don't need shots every year. The more people I talk to the more I realize that this is not common knowledge. There are so many things that veterinarian offices will push on you that the average person just puts their trust in the vet and says okay. I'm am here to tell you that it is not okay. Let's start with the annuals, the parvo, distemper, rabies etc.

This is Dr. Jean Dodds vaccine protocol and one that I follow.

As far as I am concerned there are far too many booster shots given to dogs. When was the last time you had a booster? That's right, way back when you were a kid. Now don't get me wrong; I'm not bad mouthing vaccines, they are responsible for getting rid of many horrible diseases. But the old saying "more is better" does not apply here; to vaccines. And that sense of urgency you get when the yearly vaccination time comes around, forget about it. There is not a time bomb ticking away and the second that date comes and goes your dog is going to die of a contagious disease.

Titers are a wonderful thing; you can see just how well those vaccines are still working.

And just what happens to a dogs body when they receive too many vaccines? This is a good read.

It is extremely important that very young puppies not be given shots too early. Unfortunately many rescue and shelter groups double up on vaccinations which can cause severe damage days or years later. A dogs body can only handle so many vaccinations at one time and some of the cocktails that they are given are downright dangerous. Please research the subject; there is a wealth of information on the web about over vaccinating.

Okay let's move onto some of the other dangerous things. Flea and parasite treatments or shots.

There are the topical treatments where we put toxic chemicals onto our dogs. These topical treatments are made to stay on; you can barely wash them off so when and if there is a reaction it is nearly impossible to get it off. There are many many stories of this exact thing happening on the net. The warning on the box says to keep children away from it; hmmmmm and yet we put it right onto our dogs skin. That should be a red flag right there.

Then there is the pill, the one that puts the substance right into our dogs digestive system. It is powerful enough to work from the inside out; ever think about that? How toxic a substance has it got to be to kill ticks and fleas on the outer skin? Ivermectin (Ivomec®, Heartgard®)is the most commonly used and comes in the conconction to kill all. This product was originally created for heartworms; a parasite spread via mosquitos. I use to live where there were enough mosquitos in the summer to literally drag you off but then in Southern California I'd seen probably 3 in almost 13 years. I did not treat my dogs for heartworms.

A bath will kill most fleas so regular bathing will keep them in check; yes it is work but keep your dog chemical free is worth it. Got a pool? Let your dogs swim, and kill those buggers. As for ticks, you gotta pick them off. If your dog has been in a tick environment you must check them for ticks and remove them; I do it all the time. I use hemostats but you can use tweezers or these I have not used this device so don't know if they actually work or not.

Last summer was a bad season for kennel cough; I knew several people who's dog got it at the dogpark. Yes even when a dog has a been vaccinated against it with Bordatella they risk being infected because of the number of strains that can be out there. So for me I would rather steer clear of the dog park in the summer months and forgo the Bordatella shot in lieu of management. I don't walk around bushes in the hot months when ticks are bad and I watch for the first signs of fleas and get bathing. And I run titer tests on my dogs; they have all had numerous bouts of shots and now years later are still getting great immunity results on their titers.

Just something to ponder folks.

The fisher cat


Yes you see correctly, there is the word "cat" in the title.  Last week my husband and I were bolted awake by some sort of creature screaming in the night.  It went on for a very long time as we tried to figure out what the heck it was.  The dogs were growling and low barking at the noise, they had no idea what it was.   Then we heard it again a few days later and our guess was Bobcat or Fox.  I've never heard a Bobcat but I have heard a fox many times and was sure that what we were hearing was very different.  So I googled 'screaming sound night Connecticut,' and found the culprit.

The Fisher Cat;  is actually a member of the weasel family and not a cat at all.  Their numbers went so low that I'd never even heard of them until several years ago from my family back in Ottawa.  I grew up in the country and lived mostly in the country until we moved to California and I'd never seen or heard of them.  Several years ago my brother mentioned to me that they were becoming a problem, preying on cats and small dogs in the area.


The Fisher Cat, is what we heard here in Connecticut.  It was hunted for its gorgeous think brown coat so they were rarely seen but now have made a come back and their numbers are growing.  They are carnivores and mostly eat small mammals like rabbits, squirrels and cats.  They have been known to take and eat small dogs so this is why I have written about them today.  In California it was the Coyote that we needed to be watchful for; if you have small dogs you must take great care to protect them from predators like this is you live around them.

So there you have it; a creepy weasel like creature that makes a horrendous screeching sound in the middle of the night.  The Fisher Cat.

The fog




Tuesday I got to the beach and it was amazingly foggy, I had chose not to bring my camera and was kicking myself for the decision.  So I decided that if it was going to be foggy again on Wednesday that I'd go back, bring the dogs and my camera.  I was thrilled when I checked the weather forecast and saw a dense fog warning. Yes!!!!! 


After a couple of tosses of the ball my guys met some friends to play with.  A six month old beautiful male black Labrador and a four year old hunting English Springer Spaniel.




He most definitely kept Elsa on her toes, he beat her to the ball many times.


She beat him to the ball too.


I love watching dogs just have fun.


This boy was as intense as Elsa is about the ball.


An 8 month old and a 6 month old, fun.


For puppies there is nothing better than being chased.


How much fun is Elsa having?


Elsa being a sore loser.

                                                                    Luke enjoying his freedom.



This beautiful Flat-coated Retriever came by and I got some quick shots.


Shaking off the salt water.


As I was heading for the Xterra I turned around to have one last look.  I dropped the chuck-it and captured this beautiful photo of the Labrador puppy and his Mom walking down the beach.

To see more non dog related fog shots visit my Sherri Regalbuto Photography FB page 

Consequences



Consequence - the effect, result, or outcome of something occurring earlier.

You've called and called and called to no avail; your dog is not coming, face it.  So what do you do if you call and they ignore?

The old way

The old way use to be to hook them up onto a long leash, call them and if they didn't come you angrily reeled them in like a big fish.  The dog on the end of the leash usually put up a fight; of course they did you were pulling them closer and closer to an angry owner.  What we were teaching our dogs was to run the other way when they heard the word "come."

The new way

This blog is very timely as Elsa got her first real "come consequence" last night.  Sometimes consequences are not easily applied, depending on your location, the chance of being able to catch up with your dog etc etc.  So last night she was outside in the fenced yard and I called her.  She didn't come right away which is not usual although she has brushed me off a couple of times lately.  So I thought to myself  "a perfect time for some consequence."  I puffed up and head out veering to the right side of her I got behind and clapped my hands angrily and told her to get going.  She was quite surprised by this and ran for the door; looking over her shoulder I then told her that this was good.

She had been sniffing something out in the yard and pretty much ignored me, she had better things to do or so she thought.  As you all know I am a positive trainer but that does not mean that I let my dogs get away with murder.   Some trainers say that you should never do anything but wait and reward; not me.  Some things are important to enforce and coming is one of those things.  If a wolf pup was told to come and didn't; they  would quickly understand by consequence that it is easier and wiser to come when called.

What we are teaching our dogs when we give consequence is that if you do not come; I am coming to get you.  It becomes a choice for them and they usually learn quickly what the best choice is.  My "come" consequence involves going around behind the dog and herding them back to wherever I called them from.  You must judge how puffed up you can get per your own dog, your relationship and their reaction to your approach.  Some dogs can handle and big bluster, some need a more gentler approach.  You must master the approach and herd otherwise you may up just chasing your dog away further.  This is why the fenced area was a good place to give Elsa her first real consequence for not coming.   This will most definitely not be the last.

Getting rid of the crazies



I've got some crazies that I need to get rid of.  These crazies have been caused by too much free time.  Can you guess who has the crazies?  You're right, Elsa.  What are the crazies and what are we going to do about them?  Our crazies are seeing other dogs and feeling as though one should be able to freely interact.  This is the fallout of  too much beach time.

There have been other factors in creating these crazies as well.  There is the tick factor, trying to steer clear of the wretched little beasts keeps me heading for the beach.  Running the dogs anywhere near the woods is just not going to happen.  We tried it here in the dead of winter and ended up with over 15 ticks.  There are very few open parks here which at this time of year have even fewer people at them.  It is very important even at eight months of age that we see lots of other people, dogs and places.  Our  home is quiet, crazy quiet; it is situated on 2 acres in the middle of the woods so during the day its just us three so we need to get out where there is action and people.

Socialization is so very important, if you forgo this essential step you'll pay for it later.  So as much as I am fueling the crazies I have opted to hang at the beach with the other dogs.  I did dog parks when Luke was young even though I am not a big dog park fan and rarely frequent them except to photograph other dogs.  When Luke was young we were able to hang out on the small dog side which was great.  Too many big dogs charging around can scare a young dog doing more damage than good.  It can also be dangerous if a big buff boxer or lab runs head on into a young leggy poodle as well; I don't know how many people I know that have been taken out by boxers or labs.

Today we will hit the beach again; having no other "safe" area to run free or interact with other dogs it is the only option in this area.  Don't get me wrong, I love the beach and it is a beautiful one at that.  But, this is more than likely going to be one of our last trips.  The beach officially closes for dogs on March 31 and does not open again until December 1st, that's a long time. It will then be leash time and learning to walk past other dogs without having full on access to brawl and chase.

She will learn, she is a smart girl but alas she has an abundance of energy.  Chasing other dogs is a great way to shed some of the excess.  So along with our leash walks there will be much retrieving at home and we will sit down and decide what couple of sports we are going to dabble in.

Cut off day for the crazies is just around the corner.

Personalities



In the dog world the words submissive and dominant are commonly used to describe dogs.  The true use of the words should be used to describe desired rank position, some push while others do not.  Although as we humans tend to do we jump on the band wagon and spout words where we think they belong but in actuality they do not.  Submissive and dominant are two of those words that are waaaaaayyyyyyyyyy over used.

Dogs are funny, they are simple yet complicated.  Of course there are dogs who are even simpler or more complicated much like us.  There is a lot that goes into a personality of a dog, it is not a simple black or white.  Temperament and personality are different; although it is often cloudy they are in fact different.  I am speaking about personality now and as far as personality goes there are as many different ones in dogs as there are in humans.

With our newest edition we tend to pick out traits that our previous dogs have shown.  Even having standard poodles for almost 30 years, no two have been alike.  Although there have been similarities; retrieving is a big one but drive is where it differs.  Watching Elsa chase a butterfly around the backyard yesterday made me think that we should have named her Bubbles.  She has a very bubbly type personality, definitely a cup half full type of gal.  But  there is just as much drive and determination in her.  There are times when her drive takes over and she has nothing except work on her mind.

Describing our dogs can take a while if we do not just bunch them into the submissive/dominant categories.  These terms are also better left with the true definition of temperament.  Environmental stimulation plays a huge role on personality, it can be bent and molded.  Life is an evolution of ones self; this is includes our dogs.    Day to day can make or break a dog.  I have often said that Luke may have been completely ruined in the hands of a harsh trainer.  He has been from day one a very pushy guy; he was also very reactive and a handful to mold.  Now at 11.5 years old he is very confident, not pushy, a lover, mushy to the tenth degree, a push over and is seldom prone to react suddenly.

Tilley was like having two dogs in one.  One was the meek and mild, very mannerly girl who lived in the house.  Pull out a ball or frisbee and she turned into a tough as nails, obsessively driven retriever.  I could yell at her in this mode and she would not be fazed.  But if I even raised my voice while she was in the meek mode she would melt.  She was devoted beyond belief and truly only cared about her family.  She gave of herself to some but typically saved herself for us.  She was an amazing dog.

Clyde, the boy who came before Luke was what I would call a much more simple dog.  He had no huge agendas; he too was a lover like Luke but was not nearly as demonstrative as Luke is.  He was probably the poodle who lacked the most smarts in all of our poodles but was a joy to live with.  He was easy going and like most of my poodles, a constant shadow.  I miss him dearly.

No two are ever alike; of course there are traits that run in breeds which is why we like particular breeds or mixes of said breeds.  But if you look deeper, they are all their own dog.

The little things



Last night before bed my husband was petting Luke; he was telling me how many times he wakes up in the night to pet him or just rub a paw.  Watching Luke lay there with his little paw covering his face which seemed to have a smile on it made me think that it truly is the little things.  We take so much joy from the little things in life and one of those small things is seeing Luke enjoying his/our bed.  I don't know how many times a day I say "how cute is he?"  Even at 11.5 years old he is still absolutely adorable to me.

Luke is at the moment sound asleep on the end of my bed.  He is twitching and watching him makes me happy.  It is the little things in life that are so important; those small and almost insignificant moments that could pass us by if you don't take note.

Watching Elsa as she lays silently on the back of the couch watching a rabbit munch on grass outside makes me happy.  Seeing her learn about things that we take for granted in life makes me smile, it's the little things.  Moments shared between my two dogs are constant, often small but mean so much.  They are constantly touching; not so much the doing of Luke it is mostly Elsa that desires the touch.  Without knowing that it is happening; Luke is enjoying it just as much as she does.

When my son gets up in the morning or comes home from work Elsa charges him in a full face grin; that in itself could leave anyone smiling.  Even from behind the scene I can see the joy that each share in a small moment.  As the dogs compete for the end of day greeting from Dad; joy is shared all around.  Even though I am not involved in the greeting I share in the joy.

Watching Elsa try to ignore my breakfast sandwich that is sitting on my bed beside me as I blog makes me smile as she conquers the urge to simply grab and chomp it down.

Take note of the little things; if you wait for the big ones to bring happiness you could be waiting a long time for nothing.

Blow it



Just a quick blog this morning to start the weekend off.  I took the dogs to the beach yesterday morning for a romp.  Both had recently been cleaned as seen in my blog a couple days ago.  I am never one to forgo fun for cleanliness but I have really enjoyed that fresh cleaned poodle for a day or two.  As I left the house I realized that it was raining so I had to skip bringing my camera which I hate.  Of course it was beautiful, it was drizzling and we had the whole beach to ourselves.  It was truly glorious.

Once home it was blow time.  I  recently discovered that my forced air dryer  does an amazing job of removing sand without having to bathe (the dogs that is).  Both are great about having the sand removed from their coat but Elsa likes to do a bit of recreational attacking of the dryer once she's done.  Here are some shots from yesterday.  Enjoy!!






Muscle atrophy



Muscle atrophy is a loss of muscle tissue.  This can be a sign of disease but is common in the older dog.  I am really starting to notice this in Luke even though it has been happening for sometime.  When we had Tilley and Jessie; they were who I had to compare Luke with.  This meant that Luke didn't look too bad for an eleven year old.  Now that we have a young'n in the house I am noticing Luke's muscle loss a great deal more.  Elsa is getting older, filling out and muscling up so when I am giving her a hug and move over to hug Luke; I am more aware of the loss of his muscle mass.

As dogs age they have a natural amount of muscle loss, add into that some mild to severe arthritis and it can be worse.  Most older dogs get what I call the old dog hollow; a spot on the back of their thigh that you can see and feel.  It is where the large bicep femoris muscle joins the other smaller muscles in the back of the leg.  There you can see a loss of muscle causing a hollow along the length of the muscle.  It is a telltale sign of age and something that brings with it an age realization.

Depending on the dog and the life that they have lead will factor in on muscle mass.  Tilley was a very well muscled dog she was squarely built with wonderful structure.  Luke on the other hand does not have wonderful structure and because of this he has more muscle mass loss.  Oh he is amazing to look at, gorgeous in every way but when you look down at him from above you see the problem.  He is very narrow and because of it was never able to move like Tilley was; even as a young dog he could never make the turns that Tilley could do with her eyes tied behind her back as my husband would say.  Muscle is important.

In our day to day lives we need muscle to do any sort of moving, the less muscle we have the more work those muscles have to do; making every movement that much more difficult.   Our dogs, like us cannot build muscle as they grow older like they could when they were young so as much exercise as Luke gets his muscles are not filling in.  He has always had a huge amount of exercise but even when he was running miles with my husband he was never buff so to speak.  But Tilley was all together different, after a big run or frisbee outing her back legs looked much like The Incredible Hulk's legs.

Elsa is very similar to Tilley in structure and she is filling in to be quite the buff girl.  This one of the main reasons that I am noticing Luke's loss of muscle mass, Elsa's muscle gain.  Luke has also always been extremely skinny, as you all know he is the official Mr. Picky Pants.  This lack of fat also draws attention to the lack of muscle now as he ages but that lack of weight will actually help him as he grows older.

It is very important as our dogs age to keep weight off of them.  No dog should be fat; in fact lean is much better for all dogs no matter what their age.  But old dogs have a tough time getting around and every extra pound makes it that much more difficult.  As Tilley got up in age I cut back on her food amounts, she was moving less so her caloric requirements changed.  Even though Tilley was never heavy, she weighed between 45-47 lbs her entire life but I wanted to make it easier on her joints so a few pounds shed was a great help.

I know when I am pumping iron, I feel great.  So it will be to the gym for me this morning and then to the beach for a rip roaring romp for the dogs.  Have a great day.

Les Poochs



Monday we hit the beach and hit it hard.  It was a very low tide day meaning that we were going to get messy.  I wore my rubber boots and I'm glad that I did because I had to save the ball several times after Elsa and her Labrador friend ran out into the water with it and forgot to bring it back.  By the time we were done Elsa was completely soaked and filthy and a simple brush and blow out was not going to cut it; she was going in the shower.


I was recently sent several samples of Les Poochs dogs shampoos and conditioners to try.  For this bath I pulled out the Vitamin Enriched Conditioning Shampoo for Females on Elsa's body and the Puppy Tearless Shampoo for Females on her head.  Having the tearless shampoo makes washing near the eye area much less stressful.  Both the shampoos had a wonderful smell making the sudsing up process quite enjoyable in the shower.

Rinsing out the shampoo I could tell that her coat was really clean.  There was no gunky residue left, it felt light.  After she was out of the bath and given a blow out her hair was luxuriously soft even before being brushed and she smelled wonderfully fresh without a harsh perfume sort of smell.


Then it was Luke's turn, we were able to wait until the next day for Luke as he'd only gotten his ankles wet the day before.  So into the shower I chose Pooch Bright formula which is a concentrate so you don't need much.  It's purple, really purple and as I poured it onto my hands to apply onto Luke's coat it turned into a lavender color once diluted with the water.  The lather was as they say luxurious, it was so soft and soon he was covered in it.

After Luke had his blow out he looked amazing.  He'd had a dirty ting to him lately as it had been a while since his last bath, that was gone and his gorgeous apricot coat was glowing.  I love this purple shampoo.



Several weeks ago Elsa was in need of a bath once again after partying a bit hard at the beach.  To wash away the funk from the beach I used Les Poochs Tearless and finished her off with the La Pooch Creme Rinse with natural botanical extracts.  It kept her looking and smelling great until she ran in the low tide just the other day.

The feel of the dogs coats after using the Les Poochs shampoos was really clean and light.  Their coats dried to a maximum fluff and smelled great.  Now let's see how long until the next bath.

It's gotta say something


Sometimes even a "bored" shot is great.

As a dog photographer I am constantly on the look out for something being said.  That something I'm looking for is emotion; I don't care what emotion it just has to have feeling.  As long as a photo says something to me then I'm happy.  I hate empty photos, those posed shots that hold no emotion, nothing said.  I'm a candid shooter specializing in action photography; freezing a moment so that we can enjoy it.


Simultaneous interest
 

Never ending interactions.


Lots being said here, dominance, aggression and ball guarding all rolled into one.

I have been very lucky to have my own pack to shoot on a daily basis.  It has recently changed from a pack of four to a tiny pack of two but these two have more "saying somethings" in a few moments of a day than many have in a month.  Both Luke and Elsa have very expressive faces which I love to capture.  When I am out at the park or beach I love to catch posturing, communication and athletic action.  When I'm out with my own guys it puts a limit on how much I can shoot as I need to supervise there actions first.


Very serious about being serious.


Of course when I'm on a shoot I get to shoot specifically what I'm there to shoot.  It might be a party that I've been hired to shoot (those are a blast).  It may be a connection between an owner and their dog.  Perhaps some rescue dogs that are looking for a new forever home or specific shots I'm looking for.  When I shoot for magazines its either a breed specific or behavior specific that I'm shooting for so that can take a great deal of patience.  Both in that finding the dog and waiting for a particular behavior takes time.

In a single shoot I can easily click off 300-800 shots; very few of those get to stay, even fewer get the privilege of being shared.  Shooting moving candids; capturing life as it unfolds takes patience and timing.  Yesterday as I tried to capture images of Elsa fresh out of the shower it was nearly impossible.  She was zooming so fast that I thought I might not even get one good shot.  Often dogs are facing the wrong way; of course this happens often and as I move around to get the action they too move.


Lightening speed.


I'll do what it takes to get the shot; crawl around in the sand, mud or grass.  Lay on my back in the middle of a park, crawl under a dock, climb a tree or ladder, you name it.  An image that causes a feeling is a good image; which makes photography a very personal thing. One that says something to me may say nothing to you.  You may look at a photo and absolutely love it; the same photo may leave me flat.  It truly is in the eye of the beholder.

I'm considering heading to the beach today without my dogs.  I'm struggling with this, as a dog Mom I know how much they adore the beach but as a photographer I want to get some good shots of other dogs without having to constantly for my guys.  So I will pack up my camera bag, take a huge breath and lock the door behind me taking that walk to my car without my dogs.

Have a great day;

Raining



Tuesday morning rain; they called for it and it's here.  We hit the beach this past Sunday; early so it wasn't too crowded although by the time we left it was filling up.  As we left I said "if it rains this week I'm going to the beach."  An odd statement for most but when its raining, not too many people go to the beach.  So once I check out the tide charts we'll head off at the appropriate time.  After we get back I believe it is time for a bath.  I figure if the dogs are going to be wet anyway they may as well have a bath right?  I really wish that I had a waterproof camera but alas I do not.

Rain is a funny thing; some dogs hate it, others don't even seem to notice it and then there are the ones that love it.  My guys are fine in the rain except for going out to go to the bathroom.  Running full speed down the beach with the rain soaking their coat and filling their eyes is cool but taking a step out the back door to relieve themselves is altogether different.   Elsa really doesn't care about the rain, she has fun on her agenda 100% of the time so rain doesn't bother her.  Luke on the other hand will stick his head out the door cautiously as he thinks that he possibly smelled rain as I opened the door.  Once it is confirmed he lets me know that he has actually changed his mind; he doesn't have to go anymore, he is good for now.

Many dogs in California hate the rain and I always got lots of calls on those days.  "Sherri, he just won't go out," or "she just peed on the floor, right in front of me."  True some dogs would rather go in the house or literally explode before going out in the rain.  The solution is to go back to kindergarten, go out with them and reward them for going out in the rain.  Why not?  Wouldn't you rather just give them a treat than clean up the floor; worse still, the carpet?  If they really, really hate to go out into the rain then reward them for doing it.  Besides if you are standing out there with them it can't be that bad right?

Back in California was the worst because it so rarely rained that it was quite shocking to the dogs.  I got use to going out in the rain with them so that they would go out.  I remember Jessie walking the few steps that she had to go to get to the grass; she would tip toe with her eyes squinting and her body seemingly painful with every drop that hit her, ridiculous really.  She would move at a snail speed as her entire body recoiling in disgust from this wet stuff falling upon her.  Once she was in and dried down she would tear off like a maniac.

I love the rain, I always have.  Give me a good thunder and lightening boomer and I'm in my glory.  So we will enjoy the rain today and take advantage of everyone else not enjoying it at the beach.  Then it's scrub time, stay tuned for puff pics.  Have a great day, wet or dry.

The mount


Not the actual mounting Golden


The sun is just coming up and I've been up for nearly two hours already.  Dragging myself out of bed before 5:00am which is actually before 4:00 am was brutal.  Even Elsa wasn't so keen on getting up.  I hate this time change; not only is it tough to get out of bed in the morning the already fleeting days speed by even faster.  Until my body adjusts I will suffer along with the rest of you all.  Good morning.


Mount -
 1.     to go up; climb; ascend: to mount stairs.
2.
to get up on (a platform, a horse, etc.).
3.
to set or place at an elevation:


Mounting; a common occurrence in dogs but unless one if breeding a pair of dogs it is a highly undesirable behavior.  Mounting can be rooted in several different categories.  Many puppies mount others because they simply don't know what they are doing.  They can become over stimulated and mount another dog.  It is harmless but nonetheless should be stopped.

Another reason is abnormal behavior; I see obsessive mounting in a large number of pet store dogs.  You've all seen them, the dogs that latch onto stranger's legs, other dogs and pretty much anything that is mountable.

Then there is the dominance issue.  Yesterday as we left the beach we were clear off of the sand and nearing the parking lot when I heard a commotion.  I walked closer to the sand to see what it was all about; there was a large male Golden Retriever and he was mounting just about all the other dogs.  It was a good thing that we were not down by them when this was happening.  As social and forgiving as Luke is; mounting is not something that he allows and nor do many dogs. 

Mounting use to be a common occurrence in our home.  Jessie being the very dominant little thing that she was would mount the other dogs whenever she felt the need.  If they were getting a bit rowdy and she didn't approve, she'd mount them.  She was only 15 lbs so it wasn't a full body mount, just a leg mount.  The fact that the other dogs considered her to be the leader they allowed it and understood what it meant.  Later on as they got older they would sort of laugh it off.  Even still I would always step in and stop it.

As far as mounting people or strange dogs; it is a big no no.  Even within one household it can become a huge issue and lead to many problems.  I see people at dog parks allowing the behavior and it is very dangerous.  I would say that mounting is probably one of the most common fight initiatives.  

As I watched the Golden try to dominate everyone on the beach it was sad.  This one dog was ruining everyone's time and you could see it on the faces of the owners.  DO NOT ALLOW MOUNTING.  I remember many years ago when I was at a dog park to shoot different dog behaviors.  There was a man in attendance with his small black scruffy dog, it looked like maybe a Lhasa Apso mix.  The dog was going through all the dogs on the small dog side of the park and mounting them; really aggressively mounting them.  There was growling and biting as well.  

One other gentleman who was not okay with this went over to help his dog, he was pushing the mounting dog off with his foot.  Well this started a very heated human argument.  The guy who owned the perpetrator thought that his dog had every right to mount whomever he desired.  Wrong.  He said "'that's what dogs do."  That is what dogs do and it leads to serious fights, even worse.  

Mounting can be a behavior that is commonly used with bullies.  It can be something that a dog has been allowed to play out with their overly indulgent owner.  Then again it can be a retaliation behavior brought on by a challenge.  Mounting is not restricted to males, in fact Jessie was a girl; a very dominant girl.  No matter what starts it; STOP IT.


Spring ahead



Spring ahead.........hmmmmmmmmmmm, not typically a fan of this time change.  It makes it so much harder to get up in the morning although today when Elsa got up at her regular 6:30 it was nice to think that it was actually now 7:30.  But like always I feel like I am ripped off with time.  I didn't blog early today because we decided to hit the beach before the crowds came and it was beautiful.  Chilly crisp air and glorious wind, I love the wind.  Especially when my dogs have enough hair to shoot blowing in the wind.



The red line shows  how hide the tide goes up.  We spent most of our time to the far right.


The beach was great this morning, low tide gave us three times as much beach.  If you can only make the beach during hide tide hours the beach is so much smaller.  I took this shot today to show you all what the beach looks like and realized how much bigger it is at low tide myself.  There are only a few more weeks on this beach and then that's it so we will be enjoying it.  Have a great day and I'll catch you all tomorrow.

Get'n their grump on


Good morning; I've got yet another beach blog.  Basically my beach blogs are replacing all of my park blogs; so much happens when you put so many different dogs together that I have lots to write about with each trip.  After checking the tide charts early yesterday; low tide was either very early or evening.  I opted to forgo my workout at the gym and hit the beach early. I love asking Luke if he wants to go; he was waiting on my bed as I held his head and lifted his ear.  He already knows at this point that I have something good to say.  "Do you want" is all I get out and he's off the bed jumping around like a puppy.  Seeing this Elsa charges for the stairs, they know.

It was really windy and very chilly, nothing like the 70 degree weather from the day before.  Happily there was only a few other people out this early; before 7am is a good time.  We walked onto the beach; no one was in close proximity.  Way down the end of the beach you could see a small group of people and their dogs.  It didn't take long for my guys to see them and off they went.  I could make out a PWD (Portuguese water dog) and probably a doodle but couldn't quite make out the others except that one was huge. 

Elsa hit the group first wriggling through the group she causes quite a stir but no one seems to ever get mad.  I was nearing the group as Luke got there and I worried immediately about a very large St. Bernard mix; he looked very dominant.  As I've said many times before Luke is not a fighter, he's a lover but pushed he will not back down.  They had a moment but I called Luke out immediately; lingering in that stiff place can lead to no good.  It is important to never pull a dog out frozen state, as it typically leads to a fight.



Watching this very large dominant and Luke was interesting.  It seemed that they both understood the situation yet had nothing to prove.  They kept their distance so the situation remained neutral.  The dog approached me and sniffed at my pouch which contained treats, he then froze and gave me direct eye contact with a lowered tail.  He was fearful and just realized his proximity to a stranger; not a good situation.  Before he could let out a warning bark at me I defused the situation by calmly turning and directing my attention elsewhere.  His owner saw this and called to his dog telling him to knock it off.




So we head down the beach with the group as I kept a close eye on the big guy and Luke.  Elsa was charging around with anyone that would charge with her.  The PWD grabbed her ball on a toss and she was after it to get her ball back.   I could see a man with his dog down the beach coming our way.  The dog was swimming after his ball but when he made his way out the owner was in a panic yelling "ball, ball, ball."  The dog was running around the beach and the man seemed to be frantic about it.  As we wandered further we got closer and closer to the swimming dog.  Elsa noticed him first.



I could see by his body posture that he was not in a friendly mood, it is was very clear.  Elsa loves to meet everyone and is a very talented communicator.  She immediately read what he was saying and was ready to rip at a moments notice.  He was grumpy alright; his posture read true.  Any dog that ventured too near his ball felt the wrath.  I quickly got Elsa's attention onto her ball and threw it down the beach as far as I could; we needed to distance ourselves from this guy.  Luke steered clear of this guy; there was just no misreading what he was saying.



The man who owned the dog seemed to have no control over his dog and was relying completely on the dog staying with the ball.  He shouted frantically "ball, ball, ball," once again as the dog left the water.  Dogs like this really should not be out in public off leash.  This beach is one of the very few areas where people can let their dogs off leash so that means that dogs will always be wandering over to this dog as he exits the water.  As we walked past the dog and his owner I heard a fight in the making behind us.  Turning around I could see that it was the PWD and the woman owner was running to get her dog out.  She hooked him up and head down away from the "ball guarder."

       

Come................PLEASE COME.........................COME




Having an 8 mos. old puppy with high drive can be a challenge; having her come when she is highly stimulated, nearly impossible.  Here in Connecticut the dogs are allowed on some particular beaches to run free until March 31st.  That is when the ball drops and there is no more fun on the beach, at least where our dogs are concerned. Just the other day when I decided to go to the beach at what I thought might be an off hour: kid pick up time from school I was very wrong.  Being that it was in the high 60s with the sun shining and the fact that Mar 31st is sneaking up on us very quickly it was packed.  It was also low tide which draws the crowds; there is  more beach then.

It was like a smorgasbord of dogs as we picked our way through them.  We always try to hit the "small groups" first; sort of a warm up session before diving into the thick of it.  Elsa played happily for a while when she got sight of a big buff yellow lab charging through the water after his ball.  At best Elsa is not reliable on her recall in high distraction areas; at worst she is deaf, I mean completely deaf.  Under perfect conditions she has an amazing recall; she flies towards me so fast that I often think that she is going to run right through me as she jams on her brakes at the very last moment.

Elsa is a retriever, she has very high drive and for some reason she loves to watch the boys play.  She considers everyone with a chuckit in attendance as her own private chuckers and will chase anyone's ball.  Although I must say that when she picks up someone else's ball that I can yell out "drop it," and she does instantly.  The owners always smile at this because balls are constantly swiped at the beach.  So there she was attached to this big boy who was doing his best attempt at ignoring her; she doesn't care.  When the owner pulls back and prepares to launch; Elsa is in pounce position.  The two side by side ready to go after it.

The owner of the gorgeous lab is obviously there to exercise his dog, not mine.  He fakes a toss to the right and Elsa bolts off.  He then calls out to his boy that he is tossing the ball in the water out ahead.  The dog charges off as Elsa is on her way back; she charges in after him but stops as the boy scoops up the ball.  I try several times to call her and seeing that she is at her "deaf" point I stop calling.  Continuing to call now teaches her to ignore a call.  So I wait; she is completely involved with this dog and his activity, she's loving it.  The dog doesn't seem to mind too too much that she is his shadow.

After a good length of time I call just her name and "ball."  She actually looks up for a second and is redirected to her chuck it.  I now have her attention and toss the ball for her.  On her return she spots the big guy again and drops her ball at my feet as she charges off once again to follow him.  I have to admit he did look pretty amazing charging through the water after his ball; I understood why Elsa wanted to be a part of it all.  So there are no more attempts at a recall; I wait patiently as she slows down and calmly walk and hook her up.  She's had more than enough exercise and we need to leave.  Being that leaving is a negative in itself you should never ever call them and then leave.  Teach them a word like leash which is what I use or simply go get them.

Calling a dog when you know that they are not going to come can undo a great deal of work.  We do most of our training at home or under mild distraction environmental situations.  At this point I want success and it is imperative to know when there will be no success.  We are not at the consequence level yet.  In about a month we will start working on consequences; if she doesn't come then I'm going to get her.  She will learn that it is a much better outcome if she herself comes  in lieu of me going to get her.

When I do have the need to go and get her there will be no anger, just matter of fact and seriousness.  When your dog is off leash you cannot force them to come to you, you just cannot.  So making sure that they like to come is very important.  If they don't want to come then they simply are not coming.

The Spleen



I wanted to talk about the Spleen this morning.  Jessie had her spleen removed when she was only 6 years old.  There are still questions about why the spleen was removed but at the time they opened her up to do exploratory surgery they said that it was enlarged.  About a year later I was discussing Jessie with a good Veterinarian friend of mine and she informed me that depending on the anesthetic that was used it could have been the cause of the swelling itself.  When Jessie was operated on they had no idea what they were looking for.  A possible blockage of some sort, tumor, something that didn't look right.  After all the poking and probing it was decided that she had an auto immune disorder.  Disorders of the immune system can tax the spleen but was it the cause for the swelling?  That we will never know.  What I do know is that she did just fine without it as she got older.

The dog spleen function:  Vet Surgery Central

The spleen is a large organ that helps with blood filtration and storage.  Dogs can obviously live without their spleen as Jessie showed but for the best optimal health they need it.  It is like a reservoir, called on when needed.

After Jessie had her spleen removed the only warning I was given was that she might have a more difficult time dealing with infection.   She never did have any infectious issues and lived to be fifteen and a half years.  She was on prednisone for many years but was weaned off for the last couple of years of her life.  We saw no change in her after taking her off of the tiny dose that she had been on.  We did have Jessie tested several times for Addisons which came back negative.


Splenic masses - Veterinary partner

Splenic masses ACVS

It was a splenic mass that took Tilley from us.  She was doing so well for a 14.5 year old dog.  Tilley was able to play with Elsa even though she struggled with her Vestibular disease affliction for two years.   A couple of months before we left California I had taken Tilley to the vet for a full blood panel.  The vet that I went to saw nothing wrong with her results, a bit high in the white cell but nothing to worry about.  (Had this been the beginning of the mass?)   That same vet asked us not to return because I had asked to be in the same room with Tilley.

I then took the results to a different vet who as soon as he saw the results said that she had an infection somewhere.  She was put onto antibiotics and did very well.  She was more back to her old self with a spring in her step.  Once we moved to Connecticut we started to notice a decline in her, I thought the move had taken a lot out of her.  After all she was 14.5, old for a standard.  That fateful morning she was acting odd, not herself.

After had been outside, my son carried her in stating that she just wasn't walking.  She lay on the bed in the kitchen and I cupped her face in my hand, it was cold, really cold.  I knew right away that something was wrong, then she went blank in her eyes and passed out.  She did this several times before we got her into the car and head to the vets.  

After all of the tests it showed a mass on her spleen, Tilley was bleeding internally.  She'd lost a lot of blood and was just hanging on.  

Sadly splenic masses take the lives of many older dogs.  I'm not going to go into more details as the above articles are very informative.



Loyalty



A very good friend of mine sent me an email yesterday; it was filled with images of dogs and people, the subject was loyalty.  The images were most definitely touching, heartfelt type moments captured and portraying the very essence of the relationship that many of us have with our dogs.  Just this morning while my husband was eating breakfast we were discussing my second bout of poison ivy on my face when he said "Luke and Elsa don't care."  No they don't and I'm glad of it.

What is loyalty anyway as far as our dogs are concerned?  For me loyalty is having a constant shadow; where I go, my dogs go.  It doesn't matter what I am doing; they are there to do it along with me, by my side.  At 11.5 Luke is slowing down, it is sad but true so I often tell him that I'm coming right back.  It pains me to watch him get up off the couch to follow me upstairs when I'm just turning around in a moment.   So I tell him "I'm coming back," and he is getting it.  Of course it is tough for him to stay put when he sees Elsa fly up the stairs after me.  I will often come go to him and have a good snuggle after I come back down making it well worth staying put for him.

Now that we are in Connecticut I bring my dogs with me much more often.  I will NEVER bring the dogs in the car if it is even remotely warm but have enjoyed taking them to lots of places in the Connecticut winter.  I also don't bring my dogs with me if I'm going to be lingering for any length of time.  Being an overprotective Mama; I don't risk anything with my loved ones and that includes my dogs.  They give me their loyalty and I give them mine.  It goes both ways, or at least it should.  Funny how we never think about it that way.

It is all about connection; for me there is nothing better than the connection between a human and their dog.  When I'm out and about I see it often; I also see a lack of it as well.  I hate when I see the lack of a connection and think about what the human is missing out on not to mention what the dog is missing.  The other day I was at an open new open space walking my two when I glanced over into a yard that was on the edge of the field.  There was a dog house and sure enough that wooden box had the telltale chain attached to the back steps that lead inside.  I couldn't see the dog inside but knew it was in there.  Really?

The whole scene boggles my mind; a dog house with a dog chained inside?  What is the point?  Neither party involved with this scenario is extracting anything but sadness from it.   The scene before me was like one out of the history books, something I'd not seen in so very long.  I know that it is a reality for many dogs but I'm just not witness to it often making it a shocking reminder that not all humans are loyal.

Our dogs are loyal beyond belief; even when their humans are not, a dog will give us their all.  But loyalty should go both ways; we owe our dogs as much as we expect from them.  They are truly mans best friend but sadly the human race has dropped the ball as far as dogs best friend.

When I sit on one of our big leather chairs; with Luke on my lap, his head buried under my chin I often think about the people and dogs who don't have this type of connection.  Loyalty is good thing.  How lucky am I to  share my life with my dogs?  They were brought into our family as strangers; but within a very short time we are one.

If all humans could be as loyal as the canine, just imagine.

Brakes



We are putting on the brakes here, backing up and rebooting the rules.  For those of you who have been reading since the addition of Elsa to our pack you know that she came in like a tornado.  She was never the meek one, always running, going and going.  So we quickly established rules; mostly waiting rules.  Since we moved and with the loss of our two dogs things sort of slackened a bit.  So at nearly 8 mos. old we need to pull in the reins and re-establish.

The biggest one for me is the in and out door bolting.  When we started her life with us with the door rules it was easy; it was just the way things were.  Then we moved here, I got a little lazy with my mind elsewhere for a bit and Elsa discovered squirrels.  So now when I open the door to let the dogs out the back it is like a stampede.  Not cool with  me, I like order.   She is wonderful at the front door, she knows that she NEVER goes out unless specifically asked, its the backdoor to the fenced area where she loses it.

Pretty reliably there are squirrels, birds or chipmunks out beyond the fence when she goes out.  Because of this she tries to get out as fast as she can before they leave, makes sense.  But she takes Luke out often, wipes out herself and generally is out of control.  So yesterday things changed, we are back to the "I don't think so" door rule.  That means no matter how long the door is open or how wide; she does not go out unless I say so.

This means that I can wait until her pupils undilate and her body posture relaxes.  Then and only then will she be allowed out.  As puppies get older they can become bold, rude, obnoxious, annoying etc etc.  It happens to the best of them but by establishing rules you can minimize these not so lovely traits.  We will be working very hard on the door today; lots of going outside and back in again.  Elsa learns rules and routine at an amazing rate so I have no doubt that we will be back on track within a couple of days.  It is hard when a dog has high drive and there are squirrels everywhere just outside the door; taunting, just asking to be chased.

Control, it's all about control, hers and mine.  

Beachy Sunday morning


The poster beach girl


The beach is a blast


Shaking off a splash



Can you tell how much she loves the beach?



A true water retriever



Getting much braver in the water.




These two just met; you'd never know it.



A poodle cling on


Luke does a great deal of standing, watching the goings on.



But sometimes running with the pack is fun.


Elsa's new BFF, a lab/hound mix.



Meeting the big boy water retriever


He's just as fun as the other guy.


FUN


Between playing Elsa retrieves, never a motionless moment


Ooop maybe one, waiting for the throw


Playing water sports is really helping with getting Miss Elsa use to the water.



The beach was filled with fun guys


This little tyke was so tiny and submissive yet not a push over.  Here Luke is testing the waters.


Chill'n in the water just because.