The Holiday Season - take care

The Holiday Season is upon which means we as canine guardians must be on our toes, more vigilant than the normal day to day.   As I said in a previous blog; we have been amazingly lucky with Elsa.   She has been as good as gold and better about not touching anything, but.  That does not mean that I let my guard down completely.  The other night we were heading out for a party and I had grabbed a smaller sized purse, throwing just a few things in it instead of carrying my full sized one.  As I turned to go out the door I saw my big purse on the floor.  I picked it up and put it out of reach, just in case.

It is the just in case feelings that you need to go with.  At this time of year you need to have your 'Safety Supervisor' hat on when it comes to your dog.  Stop, look and see any possible safety issues.  Does your dog have Christmas tree problems?  Many dogs cannot leave the tree alone so if you are going out you must keep them separated somehow.  There are many dangers in tree raiding.

What about goodies around the house?  I know in this house, the Holiday Season is one of over indulgence in the goodie department so if I'm going out I make sure that there is nothing within reach.  Of course I'm not worried about Luke at all and Elsa has been amazing so far but why chance instilling a bad behavior.  Push everything out of reach.  If you have a lot of stuff on the kitchen counters; best to keep the kitchen closed off somehow.  Often when I am baking I have to run out to grab eggs or something I forgot.  I will put the baby gate up just in case.  One stolen piece of goodie from the table or counter can create a whole behavior issue that takes a ton of work to get rid of.  Don't forget that chocolate is not for dogs, at all.

Lights can be dangerous as well.  Don't forget to unplug any lights within reach when you go out.  Puppies and dogs can find wires enjoying to chew and of course being electrocuted is not optimal.  Decorations are a huge hazard if left to be chewed and/or consumed.  Make sure that you instill the "don't touch" lesson when you put decorations out.  If you are worried even the slightest bit about them, separate your dog from them all when you are not around.  It is always better to be safe than sorry.

I'm a safety freak so to speak; I am always on the watch for dangers.  I have been since my children were born and it has spilled over into my dog's lives as well.  Not a bad thing.  Safety is all about foreseeing a problem so that it does not become one.   You cannot just go through your day to day hoping that all will go well; you must be vigilant and this is the time of year when that is needed the most.

Most people will have guests over during the Holidays; watch that door.  Dogs can slip out the door unnoticed when there are lots of people around and be gone for quite a while before you realize that they are missing.   Don't chance a bolt; stay on top of it or put your dog away for safety.

This is a great time of year; but it is also a dangers time for dogs if you don't foresee dangers.  Put your safety hat on and keep it on, especially through the holidays.

Plasma

Jessie as a puppy, sitting in a snowbank in Canada.

I spent a great deal of time thinking about Jessie this weekend.  Saturday marked a year since we lost her as we made our way from California to Connecticut.  Such a long life we shared together that all came to an end in the state of Oklahoma.  I took a great deal of time to think about our little girl and our lives together this weekend.  This of course got me to thinking about the fact that we almost lost her many years before due to some strange and obscure health issue.  You can read about her ordeal in the article I wrote years ago.  The little dog that could.  

As I thought about what we went through as she and I both fought to keep her alive I wondered about plasma. As a last dish attempt to save her, Jessie was sent to a specialist to have a plasma transfusion.  At the time I never questioned it; we just did it in hopes of saving her.   But with all my thoughts of her this weekend I wondered what the difference is between a blood transfusion versus a plasma transfusion.  So off I head to the computer to do some research.  What I found was that there is a huge amount of information about the subject and that it can get quite complicated.

There is a good chance that Jessie's plasma came from Hemopet.  When we were a week into Jessie's mystery affliction that had seen no improvement with all the different things that they had tried, a plasma transfusion was required.  I'm trying very hard to remember what they had said but that is over 10 years ago now.  I have all the paper work from that time but I need to dig it out and have a read.  I do remember that it was suppose to help her little failing body; but it did not.  After her transfusion there was no improvement and in the end it was a tiny little pill; prednisone that saved her life.

I will look up her information today and add a note at the bottom of the blog.

What a little fighter she was.  Jessie was a very typical Jack Russell; a little spit fire ready to rumble at the drop of a hat.  She ruled our home for nearly 16 years and although her body was tiny her presence huge.  The last year for us has seen great change.  I constantly think of that little mighty girl and often think that I see her out of the corner of my eye.  A random white towel or pillow left on the ground can have me taken a second look.  I swear I can still hear her going through the dog door and every time I feed the dogs I am reminded of her.  Elsa learned that meal time was when the little dynamite white dog would come charging full force into the kitchen and often slamming into the oven as she tried to stop.

They are never really gone.  A year after, she can still make me smile as I think about her force.  What a force to be reckoned with; the mighty little Jessie, what a girl.

Show shots #2

More shots from the show. 

Great Dane, what a face.

Ibizan Hound, beautiful.

Black and Tan Coon hound, love these guys.

English Pointer pups meet Great Dane pup.  Check out those feet.

Handsome little man.

Going to be monster sized.

Brother and sister English Pointer pups, adorable.

Loving on their Mom.

Tuckered Toy Poodle.

Brussels Griffon just chill'n.

Show shots

I was at a dog show yesterday and got some great shots.  I rarely attend dogs shows but figured as it was in my own backyard that I'd visit and have a look around.  I like this one as there is lots of room to move.  Here are a few, more tomorrow as I have to get Luke out for his walk this morning.  Have a great day.  Enjoy.

Great Pyrenees 

Bouvier des Flandres 

Old English Sheepdog

These two were cute, both four months old and apprehensive to say hi.  A Newfoundland and Golden Retriever.

Dandie Dinmont, check out those eyes.

Soft coated wheaten terrier

Cocker Spaniel

Standard Poodle

Standard Poodle

Bichon being groomed

More tomorrow.  I don't typical blog on Sundays anymore but will post more shots from the show.

December 06, 2011

It was a day unlike any other; yesterday a year ago I was loading up my u-haul and leaving my home in Southern California to go to Connecticut.  My husband actually sent me an email yesterday saying "Happy anniversary."  I had remembered a few days before that this was the time but as yesterday rolled around I was simply out with my dogs enjoying.  I've been trying to savor every moment of December as I did not enjoy it last year.

After I got the email from my husband I sat and tried to remember; take it all in.  How I was feeling, what happened on that day and what lay ahead.  Funny how things can change so quickly.  I use to think that I had my life pretty much planned out ahead of me.  Now ask me where I'll be in a couple of years and your guess is as good as mine.  We really don't know what is ahead do we?  Perhaps it is a good thing because some of it can be pretty tough to bear.

I spent much of yesterday baking again.  While I baked I remembered what my kitchen looked like on the same day a year earlier.  It was empty, bare except for the wrappers from the take out that Brad (my son) and I had eaten.  There were cheerios on every ledge and window sill; we had a puppy who was in heavy duty training.  I tried hard to remember every detail; the last year has been a whirl wind and at some point you have to stop and remember.  I will take the time to remember it all this week.

Brad and I were in the car with the dogs for 6 whole days; 6 very long and trying days.  It was an emotional time for all of us and like everything else in life; it left us with lessons to grow on.  I learned a great deal about travelling with your dog; perhaps a book is down the road on those tips.  I saw the country and lived through an experience with my son that I will not soon forget.  It was a wonderful 6 days in that I got to spend 6 full days with my 21 year old son.  Probably something that we won't do again, so in that way I feel very lucky.  I have the most amazing son; actually beyond amazing if I do say so myself.

This blog may not seem like a dog blog but the trip was all about the dogs.  Had it not been for the dogs it would have never happened.  Each and every step that was made, taken in the trip was for the dogs.  Life throws us lessons on a daily basis; what we do with those lessens will impact our future life.  December 06, 2011 was the beginning of many lessons.

Everything that led up to that 6 day trip was a lesson.  Ah........life lessons can suck sometimes.  But they can also make things quite clear; when you see clearly you can move forward.  Some lessons have more impact than others and there are still some things left to be done to bring closure to it all.  The good, the bad and the ugly (you know who you are); it's all life and you do the best you can with what you are dealt with.  Correct?  

December 06, 2011

Just imagine

Imagine if every large scale breeder or miller was out of business?  I was just surfing the web and landed on a breeders page that I've seen before.  It is a huge operation with pages of puppies listed on their website.  They brag about their breeding facility as if it is a wonderful place.  Dogs are not livestock; they should NOT be raised as such.  They do not belong in kennels where there are special whelping rooms, puppy rooms and runs.  Dogs should be whelped and raised in a home.

I've seen a lot of these breeding facilities, even very clean ones and they disgust me.  One of the biggest problems now with dogs in rescues and shelters is the shear number of them.  With the economy in the state that it is in now, more people are having to give up their dogs.   Breeders are having to hold onto dogs longer and some even into adulthood.  Where you might have seen a few dogs available on these big puppy production sites several years ago, you are seeing more and more puppies and prices being dropped.  People are not buying dogs like they use to.  But the production continues.

Patience is a virtue and if we humans could learn this lesson perhaps there would not be so many dogs in shelters and rescues.  Impulse is a big factor in the number of dogs being dumped.  People don't think before they buy.  They see cute and want cute right away.  But what if they had to wait?  What if someone who wanted a puppy had to wait a week, several months or even a year?  That time might change everything; it could be enough to give a person some think time.  Maybe they would realize that they don't really want a dog, they wanted a puppy but it was impulse and that is all it was.

Good breeders don't just hand over puppies like the mass production places do.  Heck the big places will tell you that two puppies would probably be a better idea.  A good breeder can talk an impulse buyer out of getting a puppy.  So many people I talk to are horrified with what they are having to deal with when they get a new puppy.  Yes, puppies are a lot of hard work and can push you to your limits but you should know this before getting a puppy.  Maybe the idea of getting up three times a night, trying to sleep through the constant whining or barking would be enough to have you change your mind.

If all the mass production of dogs was stopped..........................just imagine.  What if all the millers were shut down?  There would be so many less dogs, that would be a wonderful thing.  If anyone breeding dogs, did it in small numbers in their home.  If all dogs were given one on one time, proper nutrition, socializing and care that they needed.  If puppy placement was done by a one on one basis, not by paypal online.   This has to happen, things are getting out of control and in a very bad way.

With the economy today shelters and rescue groups are shutting down.  They cannot deal with the number of animals, the sheer cost of care let alone the time.  It is time, if the big guys can't get it done then it needs to be the general public who stop it.  That means getting the word out, stopping the selling  of puppies in stores and online from the mass producers.  If you are going to buy a puppy make sure that it is someone who has one, maybe two litters a year and those puppies are raised in the breeders home.  Do not buy a dog that you can pay for online from a photo and have shipped to your home.

When I look at the websites of these people who have multiple litter listings at one time, I shudder.  Puppies born back to back 11/4, 11/10 and 11/28, three litters or more in a month?  There is a reason people do this, and it is not because they love puppies; it is because they love the money you are about to fork over.  Don't do it, do not hand your money over to someone who mass produces dogs.  Not even if it's clean, not even if they boast their beautiful breeding facility and not even if they convince you that they are not a miller.  Yes, I have written about this a lot and I will continue to do so until I don't have to anymore.

Patience is a virtue.......................just imagine.

As good as gold and better

Yes, Elsa has been a dream dog.  My husband and I were discussing this just last night.  As I crawled into bed  I noticed my sheepskin slippers that were between Elsa's legs on the floor.  This of course was what instigated the conversation.  At six months of age she had been given the run of the house; pretty amazing.  She has not touched anything; this in itself is spectacular.  She is much like Tilley in that Tilley never, would never, ever touch something that did not belong to her.  So how has this happened again?  How are we so lucky?

Training, right from the get go, I was Elsa's constant shadow.  "Nope, not that; yes, you can have that." Feedback and redirecting to her two baskets full of toys.  Even still with all of the training I thought that she'd do something.  The only thing she has touched is a few pieces of stick from a fall decoration.  But that one is understandable, she chews sticks in the yard.

So I stared at my slippers there between her legs; got up and tucked them under my night table.  Why?  I didn't want to jinx my little good as gold angel.  But it gets better, oh yes............just the past few days I've seen some very cool stuff and I have to say that I am impressed.  Yesterday I was mussing about the kitchen when a cutie orange rolled off the table.  I had stuff in my hands so made a mental note to pick it up later.  A bit later I came back into the kitchen to see Elsa standing staring at the orange.  She looked at it, looked at me then back at the orange.  I bent down and picked it up telling her what a good girl she was.  I know that she was puzzled about this one; I've actually given her an orange to play with in the backyard.  (We have an orange tree)  I threw it for her until it was broken open and no longer useful as a ball.  But this orange was in the kitchen and she knows that the kitchen belongs to me.

Later in the afternoon I went into my bedroom and as usual Elsa was following me.  I went into the bathroom and when I came out Elsa was standing staring at something.  I looked to see what it was.  It was a water bottle cap that was just under the edge of the bed; clearly within her reach but she just stared at it.  This time with the praise I gave her a reward for not eating it.  What was going on?  Was she showing me these things?  I know she is crazy smart but has she taken it upon herself as a new "job?"  Maybe.

As most of you know we have breakfast in bed almost every day.  We share a snack with the dogs and it is a time that we all enjoy.  Yesterday morning as I was heading out to the gym I noticed the breakfast tray that had been left on top of our hamper; it was nose level for a Standard Poodle.  There were a few pieces of toast and cheese left on a plate.  I decided to leave it and see.  It was all there when I got home.

Then later in the day as I was tidying up I ran upstairs to find Elsa sitting in front of my husbands night table.  She sat very still and stared straight.  When I came in she looked at me and then back at the night table.  There were treats on the night table, easily within reach once again.  They were left there from the morning when Luke did not eat them.  I praised her once again and this time she got several treats for not helping herself.

When you instill rules and regulations you expect them to be broken from time to time; especially by young rambunctious dogs.  Elsa is really showing me her stuff now and I am truly impressed.  She is smart as a whip; crazy smart is how I usually explain her intelligence level.  We have been very lucky with Elsa but in all fairness to the work that I have implemented; there has been a great deal of rules and regulations implemented.  Of course there are dogs who are much more difficult but that just means that you have to stay on top of them longer.  Some dogs will always have a weak spot; be it the garbage, underwear or toilet paper.

Chewing things can be a very dangerous thing.  It sort of goes with having puppies but if you give them enough of their own things and make it clear what is and is not to be touched; they eventually get it.  Making everything clear is essential in the "this is mine" "that is yours," training.  Black and white, dogs don't do well with gray.  When you add a new dog to your home; get on the rules right away.  Dog's do not come equipped with the knowledge about what they can chew and destroy and what they are not allowed to.

It is our job as a canine guardian; we need to teach them, instill the rules and regulations of living in your human world.

Most are crazy smart; if you look, you'll see it.

Beyond the outer shell

As I sat watching a video of a tough looking tattooed guy rescue, save and give a tiny little chihuahua a home I thought "what a heart."  Not only was this guy there to rescue dogs from a miller but he took a tiny one of the victims under his wing and made a promise to care for him for the rest of his life.  Touching, inspiring and to some, surprising.  I loved it, partially because it erased the perception that tattoos make a bad person and that tough looking guys can be soft and caring.

This got me to thinking about exterior and how we tend to look at just the outer casing without looking inside.  I get this reaction from many people when they hear that I have Poodles.  Many men won't even consider a poodle because of their foo foo image.  Women tell me that even though they would love to share their life with a poodle; that their husband will never walk down the street with one on a leash.  Silly isn't it?  Is it that important to look cool?  Tough?  Macho?  Does what is on the end of your leash really take away from who you are?

I know that for me, nothing makes a guy hotter than loving dogs.  Well maybe one who rescue, volunteer or save animals as well.  So, no matter what he looks like on the outside he looks great to me when he is a dog lover.  It is all about heart, both in a human and our canines. The heart of a canine is an amazing one.  I see some of the largest personalities in the smallest of canines.  I have often been amused by the tenacity of a tiny little munchkin.  What they lack in size they regularly make up for in heart.

Some of the biggest, meanest, scary looking dogs have the softest, most lovable personalities.  Most of the big scary looking beasts would love nothing more than a big snuggle.  Then there are the soft looking guys who lure you in with their angel like appearance just to show you a side of them that you hadn't noticed.  They may have a sweet as pie exterior but get too close and you see a scary beast.

Exterior image gives us a look at a shell, it offers no information about who is inside.  To truly know and love dogs you MUST look beyond the shell.  I have fallen in love with a lot of dogs over the years and what I fall in love with is on the inside.  A look can melt me, a gesture have me buckle at the knees.  Sure I can more than appreciate the beauty of a dog but that too comes in many shapes and forms.  To me a dog is a dog is a dog.  Just the other day a woman stopped my husband and I and asked what type of dogs these were.  I told her poodles and she was shocked, she asked if they were show dogs?  I was puzzled about this question.  What would make her think this?  Especially looking at my poodles who do not have a poof on them?  Hmmmm.

I've also been told when asked what I am walking; "they look like normal dogs."  YES, they are and thank you very much.  Surprisingly, poodles are regular dogs with curly hair; yes it's true.  They are amazingly intelligent and insanely fabulous (wink, wink) but they are dogs; just like any other dog, a poodle is a dog.  I ADORE DOGS, can you tell?  The outside is great but the inside is where the great stuff is.  There is where the heart of a canine lives and I for one LOVE them all.

What did you do?

Yesterday was a great day, I spent it baking which other than dogs is a passion of mine.  The day before we hit the beach with the dogs and that was their second outing so they were both very tired.  But yesterday morning Luke and I lazed in bed while Elsa head out with her Dad for a big run.  She loves nothing more than running, well maybe retrieving but they are close.  So the two of them left for the park in the rain and enjoyed a very quiet big run.  Luke had sore legs from the day before so he got to just chill with Mom.  

When Elsa and Steve got back from their run, Steve and Brad head to the car show in LA.  That left me at home with two very tired dogs to bake for the day.  If I have a busy day planned out ahead of me; which I almost always do, I make sure that the dogs get out first.  That lets me do my stuff without the guilt of bored dogs.  Of course Luke had not gone out yet as I started to bake but he was still re-cooperating from the day before.  He doesn't mind an extra hour or two to sleep these days and he deserves it.  

So bake I did, all day long.  In between batches of cupcakes and waiting for bread to rise I shot the dogs hanging out in the living room.  Elsa of course was in and out of the kitchen to see if I needed any help with taste testing.  She followed me up and down the stairs to my office while I uploaded images and wherever I happen to go.  I'd throw in a load of laundry, there she was; into my office, she is there.  If she is not by my side I go looking for her.  It is a rare occasion but of course there are lizards and bugs that keep her busy outside sometimes.  

The rain began again in the afternoon after letting up for a bit in the morning.  I love baking when it is raining and I know the dogs love sleeping when it is raining; that is if they are tired.  Dogs who are Elsa's age really can never have enough activity, she is a very busy girl.  She can go from a dead sleep to flying in a fraction of a second but if she's had a good run she is happy and settled to chill for the day.  We work on training here and there throughout the day but she is not antsy.  If she doesn't get out for a rip, she is antsy until she can get rid of her ya ya's.  

Yesterday as I baked and listened to Christmas music, I snuck into the living room several times.  Tip toeing I tried to capture Elsa asleep.  It is tough to capture her in slumber mode.  She is so very alert that the slightest sounds has her on her feet and ready.  But with loud music and stealth I got the shot.  She truly looks like an angel when she is sleeping, but don't they all?  I love shooting sleeping dogs but other than old dogs it can be very tricky.  

Having had a very crappy December last year I am trying very hard to enjoy every single moment of this one and yesterday was a great one.  Quiet yes but spent with my dogs and baking, glorious.  

What did you all do yesterday?   

Variety is the spice

Variety is the spice of life isn't it?  I am one who needs variety; pretty much in everything in my life.  Even though I have favorite foods that are my staples I gotta have change.  By changing diet and eating different foods you can best cover all the nutritional requirements.  Of course it goes without saying that the foods must be quality and nutritional; I'm not talking about junk food.  That goes for our dogs as well.  They need variety.

I am so happy that I have now reached a place with Elsa where she can eat anything.  I am constantly introducing new food to her and she is handling everything.  It took a while with her because of life circumstance but we are on track now.  It makes feeding the dogs very easy when they can eat what is put in front of them without upset.  The other day I found a hard boiled egg that was left in the refrigerator from that mornings breakfast.  I added it to just Elsa's meal Luke doesn't like egg) and she loved it, extra protein and variety in one meal.

Often meals are made up of several different proteins; meat, cheese, eggs and fish.  Other days a meal may be just one protein.  As you know Luke is very picky so feeding him is much tougher than Elsa.  She pretty much eats everything and has finally gotten onto raw meat which I'm happy about.  Luke likes raw a lot and he likes to eat things that we eat.  He loves sausages, meatloaf etc.  Last night I was making meatballs for us; I called the dogs into the kitchen to have a few.  Elsa gobbled hers down and Luke refused.  I told him that I was eating them, but he still refused.  I sat on the floor and ate a meatball; then he wanted one and loved it.  What a guy.  I knew he'd like it and he loved it.

Some people can never give their dog anything different to eat because their dog is only accustom to eating one kind of dog food.  Their body cannot adjust to any difference.  Even if you feed only dog food, you should feed several different types to best meet the nutritional requirements of your dog.  But if you are wanting to really switch it up for your dog, start introducing quality whole foods.  The more variety you feed the more you can feed without any digestive problems.

Start slowly, with small portions and build.  It is a great feeling when you can feed your dog any healthy food with no problem.

Of course there are the things to stay clear of:

Chocolate
Caffeine
Onion
Raisins/grapes

Rain

It's raining again this morning. I woke up yesterday morning to rain as well.   We head out early to enjoy it; but the rain stopped as we neared the park.    When we arrived there were a few folks as the drizzle started, but soon the skies opened and the rain came down harder.  Then it was just us; Luke, Elsa and I had the park to ourselves.  The sound of the rain coming down was nice; it made our walk a peaceful one.  I love the rain and when it comes down, I head out with the dogs.  We rarely get rain here and when we do, most people stay in which means we get the parks to ourselves, nice.  

Luke and Elsa don't mind walking in the rain at all.  They don't like to go out to relieve themselves in the rain at home though and sometimes need a push.  Many dogs here have issues with going out in the rain; it is so rare that we get it that many dogs can go a year without seeing a drop.  Elsa will go out into the yard with the first rain and watch the rain drop onto the leaves.  She is mystified by the movement; but it will end with more rain and it becomes normal once again.

I remember when Luke was young; he too was mystified by the rain but for him it was the puddles.  He would watch the rain drop into the puddles for hours at a time.  He seemed puzzled to see the movement in the puddle but not be able to see the thing that landed in it.  He was so cute with those huge ears of his as he stood watching puddles in the rain.  

I fully enjoyed our rain walk yesterday.   Elsa ran after her ball and there was a great deal of flying mud.  Every once in a while the two of them shook the rain off but seemed to be enjoying the change of weather.   I had left my raincoat in the garage, smart.  I checked the skies before I left and decided that the rains would hold off for a while so went without it.  But I had donned my rubber boots which have no traction at all I quickly discovered.  I almost wiped out completely several times when I hit smooth spots on the pathway.  Something to remember when looking for a new pair.

I could have stayed out in the rain all day but I had places to go and people to see.  So we loaded into the Xterra and headed home.  Once we got home, both Luke and Elsa had a good rub down with a towel which they enjoyed as well.  I wish that my camera loved the rain as much as I do.  I love shooting wet dogs running and playing but if it is raining I have to pass.  There are great rain coats that you can get for cameras but with the rare rain fall here I've never purchased one.  I think I will and then I'll be out running these guys and have the chance to capture the glory of a rainy day.

Los Angeles - leading the way

Los Angeles has put a ban on selling Puppy Mill dogs in pet stores.  This is huge, not only is it a step in the right direction but one that is much in the public eye.  Of course there has been some complaining from the stores who are not on board with this, understandably.  The stores who want to and do carry puppy mill dogs in their store do not care about the puppies; or the consumer, they just want the consumers money.

LA bans the sale of puppy mill dogs.

LA ban.

Many of the pet stores claim that their dogs do not come from millers.  The employees and owners spout a rehearsed statement affirming that their puppies are not mill puppies.  Let me state this "NO, RESPONSIBLE BREEDER SELLS THEIR PUPPIES TO A PET STORE."  So if a store is claiming that their puppies are not mill puppies; they are lying, bottom line.  Responsible breeders WOULD NEVER hand over puppies to a store owner and just hope that they would be taken care of and end up in a good home at the end of the day.  Are you kidding me?

Orange County is getting on board, one city at a time.

British Columbia, Canada; leading the pack in Canada

It's happening, slowly but surely individual city's are banning the sale of commercially bred puppies.  Sadly my own city has not banned the sale of puppies from mills in their pet stores.  We have a pet store at the mall that carries little mill puppies.  Each time I am at the mall, the number of people packed in that store amazes me.  People can no longer say that they don't know, I'm sorry but unless you've been living on a deserted island..............you know.  If you choose to support those who treat their dogs inhumanely and simply pump out dogs for a buck, then that is a choice that you  make alone.  But you cannot say that you didn't know.

I will state again "NO RESPONSIBLE BREEDER SELLS THEIR PUPPIES TO A PET STORE."  So if you are riding the wave of lies that were spewed to you at the pet store; you are only kidding yourself.   There is nothing responsible, ethical or humane about the puppies sold at pet stores.  The people who house the breeding parents of these puppies are not upstanding, dog loving folks.  They are looking to make a buck, much like the mass producers of the pet rock.  They care nothing about the dogs health or welfare.  Nor do they care that your new puppy may just die; leaving your family heartbroken.

These people cut corners as much as possible to put more money into THEIR pockets.  Do some research, get the facts and stay out of any store that sells puppies or kittens that are not rescue animals.

There are many good breeders out there but they ARE NOT THE ONES SUPPLYING THE PET STORES WITH PUPPIES.   Can I say this any louder?

Moxie

Moxie - courage, aggressiveness and nerve.   Elsa has moxie, Luke does not.  Is this a good or bad thing?  Neither.

I was watching the dogs head up to bed last night and noted the difference in the two.  Luke stood waiting at the top of the stairs for me while Elsa eagerly pushed her way past Luke to get to the bed first.  If Elsa were standing in the doorway to the bedroom; Luke would not push past her.  Not that he is intimidated or afraid of her, he just wouldn't.  He doesn't like the idea of pushing, never has.  I always say that dogs are simple yet complicated and it is really very true.  Even though Luke is a very dominant dog; confident in himself and very assured, he lacks moxie.

I noticed the same difference in Luke and Tilley; she also had moxie as did Jessie.  Hmmmm, perhaps its a girl thing?  Anyway, moxie shows itself in many different forms.  For me one display of moxie is seen in the offering of a behavior.  A clicker trained dog learns to offer behaviors; bring out something new that a dog has never seen before and they start offering.  That is, dogs with moxie will.  Even though Luke is very confident he will not offer a new behavior.  He will give me what he knows and that is all he will give.  Does it mean that he is not as smart as one who will offer a new behavior?  No. What it means is that he is not that type of dog.

A dog with moxie is able to brush things off.  When a situation plays itself out from exposure, dealing and then finally reaction; a dog with moxie can move on quickly.  Of course how we humans react will also factor in to either support or deter moxie.  You can literally fuel or defuse a situation simply by reacting.  Just yesterday Elsa went out in the morning and started her Bloodhound routine.  She was obviously on the scent of something different that had been in our yard.  Although she has moxie she is not brave as of yet; when she heard a rustle in the bushes she scream barked and ran for the house.  Hearing this Luke went out to check things out; Luke is very brave.

Watching the difference in our two dogs going through their day to day is so very interesting.  I of course could go on and on and................on.  I do see a great deal of similarities in Elsa and Tilley; yet she is still very different.  Moxie is something that Tilley had and Elsa has.  If I were in a crowd of people and called to Elsa, she would push her way past not batting an eyelash.  Luke on the other hand would stand on the outside of the crowd, stress and display that stress until I came to get him.

Some have it, some don't.  It is just that, moxie, nothing else.

What a difference a year makes

What a difference a year makes.  Last year at this time I had four dogs and was preparing to move.  We had Jessie, our 15.5 year old Jack Russell; Tilley our 14.5 year old Standard Poodle.  Luke was 11 and Elsa was 4 months old.  Having tossed the idea of flying anyone from one coast to the other we had a drive across country to get done.  The idea itself was daunting; leaving me with a huge question mark about the whole thing.  How would it turn out, would it be better or worse than I anticipated?  Well as it turned out it was about what I thought; better in some ways and much worse in others.

When I think of my life at this time last year it is vastly different than now.  I never thought there would be a time that I'd only have two dogs.  After the loss of my two very old girls there was much to think about with regards to my now shrunken pack.  Do we add a third?  If so when?  My final decision about a third was made out of a desire to give Elsa her due time.  Funny how things in life change you.  I have always had at least three or more dogs and I love having lots of dogs.  But now I like that I can take my two with me more often.  I like having more time for these two and frankly after taking care of two very old girls; one with Vestibular and the other with severe dementia, I needed a break.

The 6 months at the end of 2011 and the first 6 of 2012 are not ones I'd do over again.  I'm glad they are behind me and look forward to moving onward.   But as I look back as most of us do; there is much to be learned in life, even the crappy parts.  Some days I really need to think about those months; then there are days that I cannot allow those thoughts to drag me down.

As you all know or most of you know I am now back in California after a very tumultuous adventure.  It is now that I am thinking of my girls even more.  They were with me last year at this time and now that I am settled again I have the time to reflect.  I miss them desperately; but the life we had together was a long one and I have to remind myself that not everyone gets to spend so many years with their canine companions.  They remain in my heart and those of you who got to know them as well through my blogs and book.

I clearly remember a day last fall when I was sitting with my four in the family room.  Not wanting to think about the change in my pack that would inevitably come, I did.  I couldn't imagine life without Tilley and Jessie, I just couldn't.  They had been with me for so long, lived through a great many adventures with me, by my side.  But as life does, it goes on and I have adjusted as all those who live with dogs must.

Book one, the first part of those crappy months is done and out PBJ and me.  The cross country adventure with my son and our four dogs.  Book two And Back Again is in the works and will be out next year sometime.  "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," I truly believe that.    

Desperation

Yesterday Elsa and I were out on our walk when we came across a couple with a little Shepherd looking mix.   We had just gotten out of the Xterra and were headed to the fenced in baseball field for a good run.  The couple saw us and the woman who was holding the dog's leash seemed to panic.  She started yanking on the dog, "heel, heel, heel" she belted out.  Obviously by the dog's reaction she had forgotten to teach him what heel meant.  The dog wasn't even fazed by this as he continued to ignore his owner and sniff around.

As we got closer I thought I heard a clicker noise.  Sure enough as we neared the couple and their dog I saw and heard the clicker.  Not only was she yanking on her dog and shouting "heel," she was clicking at the dog.  I don't mean clicker training; she was clicking at the dog.  It is very sad to see such a misuse of a training aid ; especially such a great one.  I see people using the clicker inappropriately all the time.  Perhaps folks hear about the clicker and how it is such a positive training method but fail to educate themselves in the use of it.  The woman continued to click at her dog who was not affected by the sound; nor was he even acknowledging it.  The clicker obviously meant nothing to him.

The clicker is used to mark a behavior; not to lure or illicit one.  The click from the clicker is to mark a desired behavior; whether asked for or offered on their own by the dog.  It is a bridge that links a behavior to a reward.  The dog must learn right at the start of the training that the click means "reward."  When the dog is properly trained to the clicker; the clicker holds great power.  Elsa actually looked at me as we walked by the dog who was being clicked at.  She is clicker trained; so I told let her know that it was not her clicker by ignoring it.

We finally passed the clicking woman and her dog.  I had Elsa sit, let her off her leash and gave her the release word.  Off she ran, headed to the fenced in field for some chuck it fun.  As I watched Elsa having so much fun I thought about that poor dog we'd just passed.  The woman was not having fun, that is most definitely for sure.  Luckily the dog did not seem hugely affected by the wild and frantic clicking given by the owner.  But it won't be long until the dog is displaying some fallout behaviors from the woman's behavior.  Dogs typically watch and follow our lead; so with the woman's erratic behavior she will be teaching the dog that other people and dogs approaching is a stressful and bad event.

There are times when you need to stress and perhaps be desperate but this was not one.  I had Elsa on leash, we were at least 20 feet away while passing and the little mix was on leash.  Everyone was safe, Elsa was being very calm as we passed; there was no imminent danger for anyone.  Being in the state that the woman was in was the one isolated danger in the entire situation.  What she was displaying with her own behavior will eventually catch up with her; then she will have something to work on.

What should she have been doing?  Treating her dog for calmly walking past us, which he did very well.  

Warranty

I woke up to a blog topic this morning.  As I opened my eyes I thought about my dishwasher; the one that was supposed to be fixed twice in the last couple of weeks.  The first guy hadn't fixed anything so another guy had to come out a week later.  Just two weeks later the dishwasher was having the same issue; it was still not fixed.  So I called Sears to have them come out yet again.  Of course my warranty just expired and the guy on the phone said "no, we do not warranty work done under warranty."  "What?"  "Even if it is the same problem that YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO FIX WHEN IT WAS UNDER WARRANTY?"  "That's right."

Then there was the plumber guy who unclogged my kitchen drain; it is an ongoing issue. As they were wrapping up and writing out my bill I asked "how long is the warranty on this?"    "No warranty," the guy exclaimed.  "What? you don't warranty anything?"  Nope.  So I asked "if this clogs tomorrow, it's just too bad for me?"  "Yes," he said unless I buy a warranty.  I was shocked, there was nothing to do if this guy didn't do his work and simply took my money.  So being that we are in the holiday season I bought the stupid 90 day warranty that would at least get me through the holidays.  I woke up thinking about all this and then thought about dog warranties.

What sort of warranty or guarantee do you get with a dog?  First let me say that in life there are no guarantees so even if a dog comes with a great one, it is still not a guarantee of perfection.  My Luke came with a great guarantee, all of his relatives were fully health tested and I have a book of certificates to prove it.  But alas he is epileptic and suffers from seizures.  Perhaps in his lines somewhere one of his relatives was also epileptic; but we will never know that.  What we know is that all of the relatives who were included in my package of photo copied certificates were free of several genetic diseases and hip issues.

But if a dog comes with a health guarantee; what does that really mean.  What it usually means is that if your dog shows any of the certified diseases or health issues and is proven by a Veterinarian then the dog will be replaced by another.  So you turn over the dog that you have fallen deeply in love with for another one who hopefully is not a dud.  Hmmmmmmm.  Not likely right?  I have yet to meet anyone who's dog was suffering from a hip disorder or any other genetic defect that handed over their dog for a replacement.

It goes without saying that I am talking about dogs who come from a breeder.  Many people who breed dogs do no sort of health testing.  They have a look at their dog and figure "healthy."  It is the first thing that I ask people when they are planning to breed their dog "do you have all the health tests done?"  Often the answer is "no, but she is really healthy."  But how do they know that she is not carrying a disease that is hidden?  How do they know that she does not have Hip Dysplasia?  But that's just the female, what about the male that this person uses?  They may just find a male of the same species to use and care nothing about any health issues.  Looks good, must be healthy.

There is much more to breeding dogs than the actual act itself.  The very first thing is health tests.  Why on earth would you breed a dog that you have no real idea of health on?  By choosing not to do health test you are risking a very sad life for many families and those puppies as well.  I don't know how many puppies I've met who are stricken with health issues that then leave a new family dogless and grief stricken.  It's not right, it's not fair and there is no need for it.  Sure things can happen even to the best of breeders, it's called life.  But if you do all the right tests and try to breed the best and healthy dogs that you can then you will vastly reduce the chance of health issues arising.

I know breeders who turn a blind eye to certain health issues.  They have a dog that they have put all their hopes and dreams in.  Once they discover a problem, they cannot turn off the future that they had set out for this dog.  But they MUST, they need to pull the plug so to speak.  STOP the cycle.  If more people pulled dogs from breeding because of health or temperament issues there would be less dogs but also less sick or damaged dogs.  Less is sometimes a much better thing.  Fewer better dogs would be a great thing.

So when you are looking for a puppy from a breeder; the first thing you want to ask and be given proof of is health testing.  You want to see that the breeder cares about the puppies that they will bringing into this world.  A breeder who does not do health testing is simply scrimping where there should be no cutting corners.  They may say that their dog is healthy but they cannot know that unless they do testing. When a breeder does find an issue within their lines they should pull a dog out and look at any related lines to that dog before breeding.

No you probably will not return a puppy that is hit by a genetic defect but if you buy from a breeder who is trying to give you the best and healthiest puppy that they can; you may not have to ever deal with that issue.  A warranty or guarantee is by no way a guarantee, but at least you know that your breeder cares to do what is right for you and their puppies.

Happy Thanksgiving

Cats?

A rare photo indeed; I don't often shoot cats but this guy wandered into my yard as I was capturing spring flowers in April.  

"No, you'd love my cat, he's just like a dog."  How many times have you heard someone describing their amazing cat as a dog?  The best of felines seem to always be characterized as a canine.  Strange isn't it?  But as a dog lover I would imagine that it is the best way to describe a great cat to a dog person.  I am not a cat person; I don't dislike cats, I am just not a cat person.  I am very much an animal person, love horses, goats, bears, lions etc. but prefer to live with 'Just Dogs.'   Plus, several members of my family are deathly allergic.  But if I had a farm; I'd have a few pigmy goats (love those little guys) and Alpacas.  I came very close to having Alpacas before moving to California; we were in the process of shipping from Peru.  Anyway, back to cats.

Yesterday Elsa and I were out front putting up some Christmas lights; she is my assistant, constantly by my side.  I spotted the cat first and wondered how long it would be until Elsa noticed it creeping around the yard across the street.  We were up on the balcony so Elsa was going no where if she did see it.  She was so interested in what Mom was doing that it took her a while to move her attention to it but once she did, that was that.  She stood stiff as a board; occasionally letting out the chimp like vocal sounds that she commonly utilizes.  It made me smile as she stomped her feet with intensity.

Then Elsa and I had a conversation about cats.  There was the cat, wondering down the street all on it's own.  I said to Elsa "that cat is going for a walk by itself, weird eh?"  Then I got to thinking how very different they really are.  Not only are cats and dogs extremely different; our whole relationship is with each species is quite distinctive.  This cat who was wondering down the street obviously has an owner; it's always around.  It is even in our yard now and again until the dogs chase it out.  But it's owner had no idea where it was now or what it was doing, weird.

Just the other day there was a loose dog in the same spot where this cat now stood.  A loose dog is always a concern; a dog in the street is a huge concern.  Many people freak out if their dog gets off leash let alone goes for a walk on their own down the street.  A dog that runs away is far different from a cat out for a hunt.  I always wonder about cats and domestication.  It is a controversial subject; many believe that cats are not domesticated.

Domesticated - to tame, especially by generations of breeding, to live in close association with human beings as a pet or work animal and usually creating a dependency so that he animal loses its ability to live in the wild.

Maybe some cats are domesticated fully but most that I know could quite easily go wild.  They seem to be able to wander off into the woods and be self sufficient just fine.  They can go days without interacting with their human and as long as they basic needs are met, they don't really need us.  Even if we do not offer them basic requirements like water or food; they can find it themselves.  So whether or not they are truly domesticated or merely tamed is still up for discussion.

The idea that this cat was out for a walk on it's own yesterday simply brought to my attention how very different the two species are.  Many people choose to live with both; cats and dogs side by side.  Dogs learn to live with and love cats; and cats may even learn to love dogs.  But they are very different aren't they?  Those who choose to live with cats only are VERY different than dog folks.  That cat got me thinking about the whole cat/human connection.  The more I thought about it the more I realized how far it was from a dog/human relation.  I don't think about cats often; mostly when they are outside like this one; triggering something in my dogs that is hardwired; prey drive.

Just something else to ponder on.  Have a great day.

Sooooo cute

I woke up this morning with a poodle scarf.  As I attempted to roll over I realized my feet were stuck under a poodle as well.  They are wonderful aren't they?   Dogs I mean.  Each time I meet a new dog and have the chance to spend some time with them I quickly discover so many things that are so cute.  I'm always saying "awww cute."  Whether it is one of mine or somebody else's, they do the cutest things.  Even when they grow from an adorable puppy into adulthood, the cuteness sticks.

This morning as Luke was eating his morning snack in bed; a regular routine for us, I dropped his turkey as I reached to the end of the bed.  He sat looking at it within inches of his nose.  He looked at me and back at the turkey.  Elsa's eyes shot back and forth "dude you're not picking that up?"  I reached as far as I could reach and picked it up for him, smiling.  He enjoys having it delivered to him; even if you drop it right in front of him he prefers it brought to him.  Cute, too cute.  He takes it ever so gently from me that I almost drop it again.

As you know Elsa does not sleep with us at night but she joins us very early in the morning.  I then have trouble moving as she plants her 600 lbs across me.  But when she first gets up she is so thrilled to be up with the pack that she licks everyone.  Doesn't matter what body part is within licking range, everyone gets some.  Luke has his feet licked, Dad gets some licks on his head that is peeking out of the covers and my shoulder.  She is a cutie for sure.

How many cute things can you pick out in a day?  So, so many.  That is if you are watching; and noticing how cute the smallest things are.  One of the cutest things that Elsa does is right before we leave for a walk.  We leash up in the garage and then I open the door; but not before I have a hold of Miss Elsa.  I reach for the door opener and Elsa immediately pushes under my other hand.  I love it as she hovers there until I grab hold.  Sooooo cute.

Coming home is a cute overload.  Elsa stands at the top of the stairs smiling with one side of her mouth and waving with her arm (front leg).  Luke flops on the couch huffing and rubbing his head with his tail doing a perfect figure eight under his blanket.  Honestly how much cuteness can someone handle?  Elsa re-greets Luke and it soon turns into a snuggle fest.

From the smallest of pocket pooches to the gentle giants................so cute.  When I photograph rescues who are looking for a new forever home or a beautiful and regal Greyhound, they are all just too cute.  I love their subtle and not so subtle communications.  So cute.  Their faces, body language, vocal noises...................they are just too cute.

Not a day goes by that I don't say "so cute," I don't how many times.

Let's talk turkey

We had a great weekend and I hope that you did too.  We are into Thanksgiving week and the topic of turkey is here once again.  No doubt you will be seeing a great deal of information on many of the dog sites about not feeding your dog turkey.  I don't know how many times I read that it was dangerous to feed turkey to our dogs a couple of years ago.  I'd heard enough, so I went on a serious research mission.  I headed to all of the folks who I trust and rely on first.  "Of course dogs can eat turkey," was what I was told.  I already knew this of course but with all the NO TURKEY talk I wanted a straight answer.

So where has all of this NO TURKEY talk come from?  The problem is not with the turkey at all but the fixings and the feeding habits of those dogs who have problems.  What I found was that the largest problems are from people feeding their kibble eating dogs a big turkey dinner.  They like to throw the extra skin, gravy and stuffing in their bowl as a treat and then are surprised that their dog is upset afterwards.  Had they simply added a few pieces of lean turkey to their dogs meal, they may have been fine.  Dogs that eat a consistent diet of kibble have a difficult time eating different things.

DOGS CAN EAT TURKEY.  They just should not eat stuffing, gravy and lots of extra fat.  My dogs eat turkey all of the time and they will be eating it this season as well.  If you feed your dog a regular diet of kibble then be careful when you add other foods in general.  Take your time and make sure that is lean protein.  Many dogs end up in the emergency by being fed a very fatty Thanksgiving dinner after eating kibble all their life.  Their body cannot deal with it.  Just imagine if you lived on Rice Krispies your whole life and then you were allowed to indulge in Thanksgiving dinner with all the fixn's.  I can guarantee that you would be sick.

Take extra care during this time of year.  If you want to share the turkey with your dog then do it in moderation.  That means that if you only feed your dog kibble, a few pieces of lean turkey will suffice.  But if you feed your dog real food as I do then your dog will be able to have much more turkey.  Save the extra skin, dripping, gravy and stuffing for the people.  They too will probably suffer from a very rich dinner but that is all up to themselves, right?