"Those" dog owners. RANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Elsa and I are just back from our very short walk.  We had to check out early because one of "those" dog owners at the park.  I saw the woman the other day at the park and had to yell across the park for her to put leashes on.  When she heard me she immediately turned and walked away, I knew then. 

 So today Elsa and were on the opposite side of the park and I see her; this time with three Australian Shepherds, two off leash.  I turned on a dime and head back to the car.  From what I'd seen on the previous visit she had no control over her dogs.  I was not about to put Elsa in the middle of this idiot and her dogs.  

 As I came around the corner we made it to the car.  I poured Elsa a bowl of water and gave her a treat, while watching.  One of the Aussies decided to come my way so I hovered over the back hatch while Elsa had her drink.  The dog then took a big crap right in front of me as the woman pretended not to notice.  Then the other took a big crap and she continued to throw the ball for the third; walking away from the crap like she hadn't noticed.  Okay, enough was enough.  

 I called out to her to leash her dogs and pick up her dogs crap.  What I got was what I expected from one of "those" dog owners.  She screamed at me and frantically tried to wrangle her dogs.  One of the dogs ran towards me and I shut the back hatch of my car.  The dog hovered around my legs but I didn't give it the any attention once so ever; but could feel it nudging my leg several times.

 I was now fuming.  These are the type of folks that tend to have their dogs off leash obliviously; the ones who have no control over their dogs.  If something should arise, there is nothing that they can do.  The dogs ran around avoiding her as I approached.  I wasn't letting it go; this is a park that I love, one that Elsa and I frequent a lot and I have been going to for at least sixteen years.  

 She had her dogs leashed finally and was walking away.  I told her that her dogs had crapped and she needed to pick it up.  She spun around and screamed at "get out of my face."  Yup, one of "those." 
The oldest dog out of the bunch hunched over to crap right then and she dragged it away mid-poop.  Poor dogs.  I told her again to pick up her dogs pooped and she screamed "I'm getting a bag." 

 Well needless to say in the very large park she was not going to find the three dog's poop.  And, as I drove away she was nowhere near the poop bags, she was leaving.  "Those" type of people should not have dogs.  

Losing your canine companion



It's gone, off to the editor with a huge sigh of relief.  I've been working on a loss book; not just any loss but the loss of a canine companion.  It's been a rough write but healing at the same time.  As most of you know, we lost our Luke in January 2015 and with his loss came much sorrow and emptiness.  I took to writing and it has helped a great deal.  

 A few weeks after our loss I sat in front of my computer and decided to write.  Writing is very healing for me and the more I wrote the better I felt.  Now a year and a half later I am moving on.  With each re-read came more tears; there have been a lot.  But with time passing and life unfolding; there have been less tears.  I cannot read the book without tears but the deep heart wrenching sorrow is now replaced with many smiles.   What a guy he was.  

 All of my writing starts with a passion; so far it has all been about dogs.  Of course dogs are my passion.  This new book on canine loss was something that I needed to do for myself; but I hope that it helps those who read it to get through the process.  Each person deals with loss very individually; the course we take through the steps of loss may vary vastly but we all go through it.  

 No one wants to face the idea of losing a canine.  As humans we tend to push it aside and pretend that it will never happen.  Sadly we will all face the loss of our canine at some point; confronting that fact first can help with the moment when it arises. 

 If you are lucky, you will have one or more very old dogs to tend to in your lifetime.  Caring for my old dogs has been one of the greatest joys in my life.  But with that comes "quality of life" decisions which are inevitable.  

 Life is journey.  We will all make our way through the loss of a canine in our own very personal way.  Dealing with it is essential; otherwise there will be no moving on.  Once you move on; you will store your dog and the memories in your heart to draw on when you need to.  They remain there forever.  Moving on means smiling when the memories floods back.  

 I will keep you posted on the books availability.

Happy Birthday Elsa



Today is Elsa's birthday; she is a big five years old.  Where the heck did the time go?  It seems like yesterday when she dove into our lives with all four feet and then some.  She was without a doubt the most bubbly, social and affectionate puppy we've ever had in our family.





Elsa joined us as #4 in our canine pack; but within a few months she became half of two, as Luke and Elsa.  The relationship they had was one that many people can only wish for their dogs.  But as life must change it did and Elsa became just Elsa.  But Just Elsa is an amazing being.  She is an amazing athlete, guard dog, exuberant friend to her canine friends, lover of humans and passionate and beyond about her family.  She is Elsa.  

 She is my constant companion; the dog by my side.  I look forward to what life unfolds for us and the changes that are inevitably in the works.  

 Happy Birthday to my beautiful and extraordinary girl and the rest of her amazing litter.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart Vicki for allowing us to call Elsa our family.  

CHOKE COLLARS



Choke - to stop the breath of by squeezing or obstructing the windpipe; strangle; stifle. 

 Collar -  anything worn or placed around the neck.  

 What happens when you put these two words together?  

 The other day I was driving through my neighborhood when I passed by a guy walking his dog; or rather a guy choking his dog on their walk.  The dog was a young black Labrador and was pulling like his life depended on it.  The man was oblivious to what was happening to his dog's neck; as are most people who throw a choke collar on their dog.  

 I remember years ago when my training box contained many different types and sizes of choke collars in it.  But you won't find one anywhere in my home, car or anywhere else that I might keep collars and leashes.  

       Choke collars choke.  A dog's neck is not the place for one. 

 I understand that perhaps they are needed when capturing stray dogs so that they don't slip a collar and get away; but that should really be the extent of their use.  

 Choke collars use to be just what people used.  No one much thought about what was actually happening with them.  Many people who still use them don't consider what they are doing to their dog by using one.  A choke collar has no "stop choking" mechanism; as long as the collar has tension on it, it's choking.  Even if you don't yank on a choke collar; they continue to choke with tension. 

 I often see people with a choke collar and an extension leash on their dog.  Two of the worst things put together to create a constant choking hazard.  People don't think about what a choke collar does.  They throw it on thinking that "this is what you put on dogs."  Then they blindly attach the collar to a constant tension leash.  

 The man walking down the street while choking his dog for the duration of their walk saw no issue.  This is the problem, people don't think.  Not thinking can have a very dangerous outcome.  But we humans tend to go through a great deal of our lives not thinking about much of anything that we do.  

              Hold up, wait a minute, stop and think for a second.

 Choke collars should not even exist anymore.  I think we are much smarter now and should leave them in the history books with many other things that we have evolved beyond.  Seeing a choke collar on a dog makes me cringe as I see it as a dangerous thing.  They can do a great deal of damage.  Think before you put your dogs collar on.  If you have a dog that pulls; a choke collar is one of the worst things that you can put on them.  The more they pull the more it tightens.  

 If you are an old conventional choke collar trainer; meaning that you yank on your dog when they are not complying, maybe have a look at your training method.  Does choking your dog seem like a good idea?  

 There are so many options for collars.  If you are worried about your dog slipping their collar, get a martingale style that prevents this.  The wider the collar the better; although I much prefer a harness over any collar for walking.  

 Not only can choke collars literally choke your dog; they can do so much damage to the neck muscles, spine, tendons, trachea and esophagus.  A dog's neck is actually very delicate; some more than others of course.  We should not be putting a chain, nylon rope or fancy braided choke collar on our dog's necks.  Just because it is there does not mean we should throw a noose around it.  

 This blog is about choke collars.  I often write about other types of collars and harnesses; this one is specifically about the choke collar.       

Fear based behavior

Chill'n as the fireworks begin.
We have gone through it and are out the other side of the fireworks "issue."  Elsa did pretty well; she isn't nearly as petrified as poor old Tilley use to be.  She would dig in our closet; head for the shower and do all sorts of strange things trying to get away from the noise and vibrations.  Elsa is much more calm about it all.  

 The night before last. Elsa jumped off of our bed and remained on the floor until sometime in the night. When she first got off, we called her up again but she wasn't budging.  I didn't know why she got off the bed; it took me a bit to realize that she was exhibiting a fearful response.  There had been a few fireworks off in the distance and for some reason she felt safe down there on the floor.

 Last night the fear began much earlier; but I have to say that I was really happy at the low level fear she displayed.  Having dealt with a couple of highly fearful dogs; it's a relief to see just worry in lieu of all out panic.  Elsa was worried.

 As we sat down to watch the annual airing of Jaws once again, she remained on the floor.  She was tired from her big exercise day but the floor is not where she rests when we are on the couch.  I called her up but she was not interested.  Then I heard the fireworks in the distance; the ones that she had obviously heard long before I did.  She wanted to stay on the floor; so that is where she spent the evening, even once the fireworks got to full force around 9:00 pm.  Elsa lay on the floor; her head on top of her newest stuffed addition to the family.  It was like she was ignoring what was going on around her and the floor helped her to be able to do that. 

 Shortly after they started we decided to call it an early night.  I said to my hubby "she's not going to go out to pee."  Happily I was wrong.  We went out to the yard and the booming continued.  She most definitely responded but when I very calmly walked out to the grass and told her to "hurry up," she reacted to my calm demeanor.  She peed in record time and ran to the kitchen door to go in.  Elsa was not in a panic at all; her tail was up, although she did have a few looks over her shoulder before heading in.  

 Once upstairs she joined me in the bathroom; something she does not do regularly.  She always waits outside the door but she needed in with me.  I allowed her in but we did not discuss the problem.  I ignored her fear and she remained fearful but calm.  I couldn't ask for more from her.  She is highly intelligent and beyond aware of her surroundings.  Loud booming and deep vibrations of the floor beneath her will not go unnoticed.  

 Elsa had her bedtime snack then we crawled into bed.  She jumped off of the bed as one boom resonated through the neighborhood again.  She spent about and hour to an hour and a half there on the floor.  Elsa decided that my side of the bed on the floor beneath me was the best spot. There she could watch the goings on out the patio door.  It was not until a very close firecrackers exploded that she dove back up on the bed and dug between the pillows at the headboard.  She spent the rest of the night there.  

 Safely tucked away between Mom and Dad she finally drifted off.  There are always lingering booms from people needing more; they didn't stop until into the early morning.  Elsa remained calm until the very close fire crackers; then she needed cover.  There was no panic, no shaking, panting or dilated pupils.  Her fear level was very low which was great.  Next year we will work at getting it even lower with some ball and extracurricular activities.  

 It's all about your reaction.  No matter what level you are dealing with "chill" is the way to go.     

Happy Canada Day


To all  my Canadian family, friends and fellow dog lovers; a very happy Canada Day.  


Just a reminder to keep your dogs at home, inside and safely contained.  Every single year dogs bolt out of fear from fireworks.  If you can stay home, do it.  

 - Do not leave your dog outside.
- Do not take them to the fireworks display. 
- Turn up the TV and radio.
- Make sure all windows are closed.
-  If you are home, don't coddle.  Be cool like nothing is going on.
     In fact try to act like the best things happen when fireworks are 
     going off.  

 Stay safe, keep your dogs safe.  

Coyotes at the park



Elsa and I head out to the park this morning; it's our favorite park where we meet a lot of friends.  She hasn't had a lot of exercise recently with her mouth thing so she needed to stretch her legs.   But...lately we've been dealing with coyotes at the park; or at least the threat of coyotes.  They've always been here, since we moved to SoCal we have seen them around different areas often.  But these guys are coming into the park in the daytime and coming close, too close. So I'm armed.

 I have a new BIG gel pepper spray and rocks.  It's a funny thing when people first start talking about what to do about the coyotes.  "We don't want to hurt them," says everyone, including me.  I truly don't want to hurt them; I love wildlife and think they deserve to be here as much as we do. That is as long as they don't bother us; and we won't bother them, right?

 Then I got to thinking.  These coyotes have moved in and are having kids.  The pack is growing and will eventually branch off to make another and another.  There are definitely more coyotes around.  Several people have been chased right across the park by a coyote following close behind.  Not cool.  Very unnerving.  Obviously the ones being chased have had small, old or slow dogs; something a coyote might consider a meal.  I know several people who have had their dogs taken or seriously injured by coyotes.  And I can't imagine how many cats they've gotten; but the number of "missing cat" signs around is telling.  

 I'm not too worried about Elsa; she comes across as strong and agile, not an easy mark.  But that still does not mean that I'm cool with a coyote coming up to us.  They are losing their fear of people so I think we need to instill it back again.  Like they do with bears that wander into neighborhoods; they set the Karelian bear dogs after them to let them know that they should not come into the area.

  If a coyote is coming to eat my dog then yep, he's going to get hurt.  If they are getting too curious, then yep, time for a little pain. If the coyotes are becoming a problem; it is because nothing bad has happened to them.  They may have taken down many cats and some dogs in the area so it's a good hunting territory.  Hanging out at the park is great because it's safe.  So I think they need a little scare.   

 These guys need to learn that the park is ours.  We do not appreciate having to look over our shoulder every time we round a corner.  A coyote with no fear of humans is a danger to us and themselves.  They need to be afraid and they need to stay away from populated areas.  The area I live in is surrounded by canyons and open space; loads of great places for coyotes to live and hunt.  There are literally thousands of rabbits for them to eat.

The shot


The Cover


Handsome boys
The first coyote I saw up close and personal was actually a gift.  I was shooting a couple of beautiful Kuvasz and looking for an intense look on their face for a magazine cover shot.  As the owner and I worked on getting "the look" a coyote appeared over the hill.  I immediately got the shot and the owner unhooked her older dog for a chase.  He went over the hill after the coyote and returned shortly.  He'd done his job and run the coyote off.  It was a cool moment of seeing wildlife and these amazing dogs in action.  

 As far as being in our park, not so much.  

Switching up your dog's food



"My dog only gets his dog food," "NO, we never give him people food," "no treats for my dog," are just a few of the responses I've heard over the years when I ask "what does your dog eat?"  "The vet says" is also something that I hear often.  I know many, many vets who tell their clients to use one kibble and that is it; no switching it up, no adding of "people food," or anything else.  

 There are Veterinarians who are well educated in canine nutrition; those who have gone above and beyond what they were taught in Vet school.  If you can find a nutrition conscious Veterinarian who will give you advice in feeding a home cooked diet, real food addition to kibble or a raw diet, you are very lucky.  Most go with what they learn in school from the dog food companies.  So ya, they are going to recommend dog food. 

 If you are like many other dog owners who are overwhelmed by the idea of feeding your dog real food vs. dog food, I have a step off point for you.  What about baby steps?  How about starting by switching dog foods regularly?  Maybe adding some different canned foods to your kibble?  You could buy several different types of kibble and feed something different at every meal.

 There has been a big swing from canned to dry.  I much prefer canned over dry because it is what it is.  What you see in the can is what will be going through your dog.  Dry on the other hand can change immensely when it hits the dogs stomach and water is added.  If not enough water is added then it is a very dry and dehydrating food. 

 Switching up your dog's food is a great way to start feeding your better.  What happens when you eat one thing and that one thing is processed to create a shelf life is that many of the essential nutrients are missing.  By feeding different things you have a better chance of covering much of what is needed.  By adding an extremely high quality canned food or real food to your dog's kibble diet you are actually giving your dog more.  

 If you look at the idea of feeding your dog as a nutritional undertaking and not a just a means of sustenance, it can take on a whole new meaning.  From simply pouring that dry food into a bowl; you can challenge yourself to "how much nutrition can I offer?"  Adding extra nutrition is easy and many dog owners start with baby steps.  Chucking a sardine into the mix; add a scrambled egg, or some goat yogurt.  How about some of the chicken you had for dinner?  

 The more different foods that you feed your dog; the more different foods they can eat without stomach issues.  Time and time again I see people who cannot offer their dog any change in diet because their dog eats one thing and one thing only.  One little difference and their digestion is sent into turmoil.  I love that I can feed Elsa just about anything and she is always great.  She has had a little upset lately but that has been from her antibiotics; which she is getting probiotics to help with. 

 Think about how wolves eat.   

 Wolves and coyotes in the wild do not eat a one critter diet.  They are opportunistic which means whatever they can find to eat, they eat.  That might mean a deer one day; a couple of baby birds and eggs the next and perhaps nothing day three.  Then on day four they might find an old fish that someone left on the shore and chow that down. 

 Below information taken from www.wolf.org  

 What do wolves eat?  Wolves are carnivores, or meat eaters. Gray wolves prey primarily on ungulates – large, hoofed mammals such as white-tailed deer, mule deer, moose, elk, caribou, bison, Dall sheep, musk oxen, and mountain goats. Medium-sized mammals, such as beaver and snowshoe hares, can be an important secondary food source. Occasionally wolves will prey on birds or small mammals such as mice and voles, but these are supplementary to their requirements for large amounts of meat. Wolves have been observed catching fish in places like Alaska and western Canada. They will also kill and eat domestic livestock such as cattle and sheep, and they will consume carrion if no fresh meat is available. Some wolves eat small amounts of fruit, although this is not a significant part of their diet. If prey is abundant, wolves may not consume an entire carcass, or they may leave entire carcasses without eating. This is called “surplus killing” and seems inconsistent with the wolves’ habit of killing because they are hungry. Surplus killing seems to occur when prey are vulnerable and easy to catch – in winter, for instance, when there is deep snow. Since wolves are programmed to kill when possible, they may simply be taking advantage of unusual situations when wild prey are relatively easy to catch They may return later to feed on an unconsumed carcass, or they may leave it to a host of scavengers. Additionally, they may cache food and dig it up at a later time. Red wolves primarily prey on white-tailed deer, raccoons, rabbits, nutria and other rodents.

Coming of age






When does a dog go from puppy to adulthood?  My own personal experience has shown a marked behavior change at the age of three years and then again at the age of five years.  Being fully mature physically and mentally are two different things.  Dogs are typically fully grown by the age of two.  Small dogs mature physically faster than larger dogs at the age of around one year.  Large dogs are done growing by two years.  So that is the physical part of maturity.

The mental part of maturity is much more complicated.  I am sure that Luke never matured mentally until he was 8 years of age.  He was in a constant state of pushing until about then when he became a different dog.  Most of my dogs showed a marked difference in behavior at three years of age as far as guarding and protection of home and loved ones. Then again at the age of five they slip into that self assured, mature and wonderful age. 

 All dogs need an education.  Dogs who never receive the required education; the ins and outs of living in a human world suffer mentally.  They are never given the lessons on what is okay and not okay; making them seem like obnoxious adolescence long after age should have brought maturity with it.  

 Like us, our dogs are all different.   I have been asked many, many times "how long until they are out of the puppy stage?" from desperate owners wanting to leave puppy-hood behind them.  Some dogs are born mature; while others a lot more time to reach their full maturity.   The more you offer your dog as far as rules, regulations, boundaries and guidance the easier they are to live with at any age.  

 Elsa is a very high energy girl; I doubt that will change much as she ages.  Maturity is settling in and she is needing more reminders.  Being a very confident female; she occasionally takes my requests and ponders on them.  This means that I need to remind her every so often.  If she is already busy doing something when I ask for a behavior; she may just flip me off.  She is very good at ignoring when she feels in the ignoring mood.  This has come with maturity.  She is feeling very grown up now.  

 I do not want my dogs to be robots; but I do want them to listen and do as I say, when I say.  It is important that our dogs comply. Patience is required from us when dealing with immature dogs. Much time should be spent on giving them an education.  Using "he's just a puppy" can only be used for a short time; although many use it well into adult years.  Using the excuse into adulthood becomes a lie we humans tend to convince ourselves of.

 Elsa will turn 5 in a couple of weeks; she is quite the lady.    

Puppy buyer beware


For after you bring baby home.  :)  
I look at a lot of litters online.  I run several large FB groups where people post pictures of their puppies all the time.  I am sent links to breeder pages regularly; one click leads to others and I am looking at many puppies.  When I land on a new website; there are several thing that I immediately look for.   Adorable little bundles of fluff are nice to look at; but that's not what I am looking for.  I am looking for proof of health testing, where the puppies are raised, the food that the adult dogs and puppies are given and the above and beyond that the breeder does.  There is a whole lot more that goes into a cute batch of puppies; or at least there should be.  So buyer beware.

I am constantly researching dogs; not all poodles, I like to see who is doing what.  I get a lot of emails from people looking at puppies that ask "Sherri, what do you think?"  So when someone sends me a link to a breeder that they are looking at to get a puppy, I'm on it.  There are a few things that send up red flags immediately.  Back to back litters.  If you visit their "available puppies" page and see litters listed that were born June 1, June 10, June 12, July 4th, think twice.  What does this tell you?  It says that these breeders are pumping out dogs for money.  It also lets you know that the puppies will not have had as much time spent on them as they should have. 

Proof of health testing.  I ask or look for this always.  Many websites state "health tested" on their site.  But that can mean many different things to different people.  Health testing means that the sire and dam of the litter have been health tested for breed specific diseases.  They have tested clear and the breeder can and will show proof of it.  Going to the Vet for a health check is not health tested.

 If a breeder does not health test, red flag.  There are several reasons for this.  1.  They are amateur and do not know about health testing. Those people who think it would be great to have a litter.  2.  They are cutting corners and saving their money.  3.  They do not put any importance on health testing.  I just read on a website the other day that a breeder does not follow the popular "trend" of health testing.  Hmmmmm, interesting way of getting around it.  No matter what the reason; you need to know if a breeder has health tested the sire and dam of your prospective puppy. 

 Socializing.  What does this mean?  Again it can mean many different things to different people.  Do the puppies receive regular human interaction? Have they met many different types of people; both large and small?  Do they have stimulating toys to play with that are of different textures, sounds, sizes and shapes?  Are the puppies introduced to the great outdoors?  Do they live inside a home where all the action is?  Do they get to interact with adult dogs other than their Mother?  All very important questions.

 What kind of food are the puppies fed?  What is the opinion of the breeder as far as nutrition?  What about vaccine protocol? 

 Do they temperament test their puppies and match to appropriate family.  This is a big one for me; and sadly very few breeders put emphasis on matching puppies.  Many let people pic as soon as they are born.  Others wait a couple of weeks but very, VERY few actually match puppy to home.    As a long time dog trainer and behavior specialist who does temperament testing; I know that each dog is an individual.  Picking a puppy like picking the nicest looking apple in the bunch is not the way it should be done.  A breeder needs to know their puppies; you cannot know them when they come out right away.  It takes time for puppy personalities to develop.  As far as I am concerned they should NEVER be chosen by color, sex or without knowing the dog inside.  Nor should they be picked as a first come first served.  The general public does not know how to pic a puppy for temperament. 

 Official temperament testing is done when puppies are 7 weeks of age.  Whether a breeder does this or not is up to them.  But if they do not choose to temperament test they should at least know each puppy on a very personal level before placing them into the appropriate home.   

 Deposits can be taken for "a puppy" in a litter.  Knowing what puppy you get should only come after temperament testing or at least at the age of 7 weeks so that the breeder can place appropriately.  Doing temperament testing and then letting people chose who they want is futile.  The general public will go with their first visual impulse.   

 These are just a very few things that I look for.  If you are looking for a new puppy; educate yourself before looking.  If you are going to a breeder; learn about your breed and what tests you should expect the breeder to have done.  Even if you are getting a mixed breed; make sure that the person in charge of the puppies knows those puppies and can best match a temperament to your home situation.  

 Knowledge is power.  

   


Webinars and courses

I have just started into the world of webinars.  These webinars can be viewed on your phone, tablet, pc or mac.  They are a wonderful way to reach many, many people; and allow those people to watch at their leisure.  I will be adding more to webinar list in the near future so check back.


Poodle Grooming at Home with Sherri  (June 2016)
This June online grooming course is closed now.   If interested please register and you will be notified when it is available.  



-you can groom your own poodle
-in between or full grooms
-prep, before the grooming starts
-face, feet and tail
-top knot, poms and......

Canine brains




I opened the door to let Elsa out yesterday around 5:00pm; when she shot like a bullet around the corner and out of sight.  She was definitely after something.  Within seconds the cushions that had been stacked due to rain were strewn around by the wrecking committee, Miss Elsa.  Her prey was a lizard; it is her common prey in the backyard and she loves stalking and chasing them.  She does occasionally catch them but not often. 

I watched and saw the little guy make a run for it unnoticed.  I thought that he had made his escape while the curly blonde monster continued to dig in the cushions.  Suddenly her ears shot up; standing frozen she looked at one spot.  It amazes me that dogs can pinpoint something with such precision.  After following his scent of his very tiny footprints by freshness; she'd found him hiding just around the corner of her outdoor dog bed that was stacked with the rest of the cushions.  

 Elsa did get him out but and placed him on the ground.  He looked alive but remained frozen; a smart move on his part.  Elsa does not have much attraction to a still or dead lizard. Her trigger is movement and if it is dead; she doesn't want it anymore.   

Thinking that I might just be able to save him I told her to "LEAVE IT" loudly.  I meant it and I was not going to let her finish him off.  She was a mass of solidified muscle; her stare locked on her prey, waiting.  Not wanting her to make a grab for him I moved between the tiny guy and the hunter.  "In the house" I said to her and she never flinched.  She had no intention of leaving him and I knew that she would go in the house but not without grabbing him first.  I blocked the way and she gave me that "crap Mom," look and in the house she went.  

A few minutes later she came out looking for the lizard; but he was gone, saved.  She rooted through the cushions for a moment but knew he was no longer present; there was no fresh scent so she moved on.  She stared at me for a moment as I sat on the lounge; hoping for me to say the words she longed to hear.  "Go find your ball" I told her.  Off she went into the house like a flash once again.  Only seconds later she came out with her favorite ball; the one that has the most wear on it.  I've tried to switch it up onto a newer version but she likes the old yucky one.  

She got a few tosses of the ball and then I told her "that's it."  Without complaint or question she curled up beside me to relax and take in the evening.  She's smart, she is insanely smart.  An hour later as the chill dropped down on us with the darkening sky; I asked her if she was hungry.  Immediately she got up and head into the kitchen, looking back at me to follow.  Life with poodles is truly like living with curly coated people.  

Dogs are so much smarter than most people EVER realize.  You can go through life thinking that's it's just a dog.  Or you can realize that you are living with a creature so smart that it is mind boggling.  All dogs are highly intelligent.  Not all are driven the same; and what makes one tick may not be a bore to another.  It is our job, our privilege to discover each individual.  So much to be unraveled.  Are you up for it?

Oblivious and situational awareness


Out and about on a rainy day.
It's raining, so Elsa and I head out to a strip mall where we walk sometimes so that she can say "hi" to lots of people.  She adores when people stop to talk to her.  When I am out anywhere with or without Elsa for that matter I am always very aware of my surroundings. Those times when I do have Elsa with me I am on the look out for stray dogs, people who can't or won't control their dogs and general dangers.  I don't like surprises.

 It amazes me how many people go through their day to day, basically oblivious.  On our way home from our little walk today a really oblivious situation unfolded before us.  Driving down the street I saw two dogs on-leash with their owners.  A white German Shepherd and maybe a Rottie mix.  They were going off at a dog on the other side of the street.  The other dog was one that I see often; a very tall black doodle.  As I drove almost between them the doodle wandered out in front of my car on an extension leash; causing me to jam on the brakes.  The man startled when he saw me and waved pulling his dog in.  Really?
  
So, two things.  First he was just letting his dog wander over to the dogs on the other side of the street?  And two, he let his dog wander into the street?  OBLIVIOUS.  Don't even get me started on extension leashes.  I am to the point that I think they should be banned unless you are out in a field alone with your dog and don't want to let them loose.  

        Oblivious:  unmindful; unconscious; unaware.

 When I do walk in areas where there are buildings, walls or barriers of some sort I always run into dogs coming around the corner far earlier than their owner.  When I see a dog come around a corner, I wait.  Sometimes I wait and wait until finally their owner catches up; attached to the other end of an extension leash.  I did not intend this blog to be a bash extensions exercise; but they surely go with the "oblivious" topic. 

 We are dealing with a coyote problem in the local parks lately.  This calls for heightened alert and situational awareness.  Coyotes lurk; they have been around forever but a few have decided to step out of the shadows and chase dogs now.  So armed with pepper spray I am aware.  If I feel the need, I will take the pepper spray out and hold it in my hand.  

 Everyone should always be situationally aware.  It is how many accidents can be avoided.  Don't walk through life in an oblivious state.  For those oblivious people who walk down a sidewalk with their dog on full extension (extension leash again!); open your freaking eyes.  Should people have to make a huge ark around you? Do I want your extension leash wrapped around my anklets or legs? NO.  

 Don't let your dog jump out of the car ahead of you.  Don't let your dog walk around a corner without you.  Elsa is always behind me when we move around a blind corner.  Don't stand and chat to a friend; oblivious to what your dog is doing. Don't let your dog approach another dog without knowing FOR SURE if the dogs is friendly and ASKING FIRST! 

 Be aware.  Sh*t happens in life and a lot of it can be avoided by being aware and not oblivious.  Honestly, it makes me crazy.  

Subtle and personal signs in our dogs


My view waking up this morning.  A good sign.  
I sat and stared at her; I used my peripheral vision to watch and followed along when she moved.  She was not getting out of my sight.  Yesterday Elsa was acting strange.  I awoke to the glorious sound of heaving.  Tearing down the stairs and fumbling with the lock, out she went.  I thought that maybe her dinner had been lighter than normal.  I quickly went over her meal in  my head and decided that it was pretty usual.  Hmmmmmm?

 We head back upstairs where I gave Elsa some morning snack.  "Now she'll be fine," I thought to myself.  She was off the bed in a flash with that "I gotta puke" face on.  Downstairs we went and she did puke.  Now I was worried; but assumed it must be an upset stomach from her antibiotics.  She did the usual perimeter check of her yard; sniffing the footsteps that each critter had taken during the night.  Not a step is missed as she assesses the visitors who come only in the darkness.  

 Later in the morning came the bows.  Elsa stretched herself out in a bow; along with her neck.  I watched and wondered.  She settled down on her bed beside me in the office for a nap; then shot up like a bullet and bowed again.  She quickly turned to look at her rear end and then arched her back.  All of these physical actions are quite normal for me; Luke use to have an upset stomach monthly.  But Elsa had never shown these symptoms yet and I realized that this was not normal, not for Elsa.  Her stomach was really bothering her.  

 When this happened to Luke, it was time to get food into him.  He never wanted food because he didn't feel good; but it was the only thing that would make him feel better.  I would go and get out his favorite food; and if he wouldn't eat it on his own, I'd get it into him.  I ran downstairs to get some food for Elsa; I could only imagine how her stomach was feeling, empty and on antibiotics. She wasn't interested so I coaxed and coaxed.  Nothing.

 I decided that I should get a  Gas-x into her.  Not that I thought it was bloat, but just in case.  I poured a bowl of turkey broth and mixed in a gas-x. Since this all started, Elsa has become increasingly aware and suspicious of anything I mix up for her.  She is insanely smart and knows only too well that pills are hidden in some of the best food.  Thankfully the Gas-x was candy flavored and she drank it down. 

 The stretching and general unease continued; so I made the call to the vet.  I'm thrilled to have found a vet who is close to me that will squeeze me in.  When you need to see the vet, the last thing you want to hear is "no, completely booked."  Though my new vet was booked solid he took my call personally and told me to come in. Though I was pretty sure that it wasn't bloat; I knew it was something, so off we went. 

 I could not believe that we were going to the vet again.  Elsa has been one of those "healthy as a horse," dogs.  I guess the saying "it never rains" is fitting for us right now.  We do not like to go to the vet and I am not one to run off to the vet at every little thing.  But when you need a vet it is really great to have one that you like.   

 Elsa trotted alongside the tech; off to have her x-rays done.  I sat with a churning stomach in the waiting room.  They were back very quickly and Elsa charged over; diving on top of me then up onto the seat by my side.  We waited and watched the other dogs in the room.  Soon my Vet came out and motioned for me to follow him.  Elsa and I were taken back to the back room to see the x-rays.  He said "her stomach is really unhappy."  Then proceeded to show and explain everything on the x-ray to me.  

 It seems that Elsa did not tolerate the Clavamox she was put on which again was very different from what I am use to.  Tilley was on Clavamox often over the years and never seemed bothered by it. The Vet told me that he had taken clavamox before and suffered with a very bad stomach.  So Miss Elsa is on a new antibiotic this morning.  Because of all the upset she will not have a procedure today.  It is not a good idea to put a dog out when they are in this condition.  Fine with me, as long as the antibiotics are working.  

 As always we will keep you posted.  


When Your Dog is Sick

  

Dealing with your emotions when your dog is sick, can be tough.  


 When I woke up Wednesday I immediately checked in with Elsa.  The night before she had not been able to pick up her ball.  This of course was a huge red flag; something was not right with my girl.  She ate part of my Perfect Bar first thing; but caution took the place of her normal gusto. 

 We head downstairs where I tried to offer Elsa a normal treat and she whimpered as she attempted to eat it.  That was it, we were headed to the ER.  Something was definitely not right.

 The traffic was horrible; of course it was.  At 7:00am in the morning the traffic is horrendous in SoCal.  To be honest, it's almost always horrible.  I tried to calm myself; Elsa wasn't bleeding to death.  Anxiety started to rise as I got closer.  How many times had I pulled up to the exact Specialty Veterinarian building?  I tried to push away the angst that was brewing in my stomach.  

 A flood of emotion came over me as I opened the door to the building once again.  I'd done this trip only a year and a half before; and it had been the last time with Luke.  We signed in and sat awaiting our turn.  Then a nice girl came and got Elsa and brought her to the back to check her vitals.  

 After a bit of waiting alone; I was brought back to sit in a room to talk to a Vet.  It was not just any room; it was the very same room where I had sat with Luke on our last visit.  Out of all the rooms they had to bring me to that one?  I remember it clearly as the walls are covered with cat pictures.  Luke and I had had a conversation about the horror of sitting in a cat room.  

 As I waited I monitored my emotions.  I was actually surprised that it was all flooding back; and doling out such weighted anxiety.  I realized then that being back in the same building was far more difficult that I had anticipated.  Perhaps if I'd brought Elsa somewhere else it might have been easier.  But if she had something seriously wrong, there was where I'd wanted her to be.  

 I ended up having to leave her there at Vets; to wait her turn to be sedated and checked out.  I left and headed for home.  I worried beyond worrying and then some. The level of worry was caused by the fact that I had no idea what was wrong with Elsa.  My mind went from one thing to another and the day turned out to be a big housecleaning event.  I could not focus on anything mentally; so physical work was all I could do. 

 This moment in my life, is the very first time since I was eighteen years old that I have only one dog.  Walking into my house that was now dogless was like stepping into the twilight zone.  No one came to sniff me; wondering where all the new smells had come from.  There was no one to care for; just an empty house to dwell in all day.

 Finally I head back to the Vets where I was not really enlightened as far as what was going on.  We talked about Masticatory muscle myositis; which he did not think was the cause of Elsa's problem.  It could be a mass, like a tumor; an abscess or any other number of things.  Because it is not something that you can easily see other than visually checking the outside and in the mouth; she was given antibiotics in hopes that it is just an abscess.  

 As of this morning there is no change; she remains painful but I have gotten some turkey bone broth into her with her meds and she is now sleeping.  We wait now.  It is all we can do.  

Canine dementia

                                 Our little old lady, now gone. 
We were talking about Elsa; as in Elsa the moment that she arrived in our family.  She was an amazing puppy.  She popped out of her crate and introduced herself to everyone person and dog in the family.  She ran around the place like she'd lived here her whole life.  Elsa was a truly phenomenal; and as such she is what I measure puppies against now. 

With our conversation about Elsa came some moments that got me to thinking.  "Remember when she met Jessie?" I asked my hubby.  It reminded  of how bad Jessie's dementia was at that point in time.  Each time she met Elsa she would react as if she'd never met her before.  Jessie would startle at Elsa's approach; her hair would go up and she'd act like her typical terrier self.  Jessie would stand on her toes trying to show Elsa that she was indeed the reigning Alpha bitch of the house; but it was short lived.  Elsa would run off to see someone else and Jessie would just wander away.  

 Thinking back at Jessie's dementia; she clearly had long term memory but was lacking in  the short term stuff.  Elsa would come around the corner and face Jessie several days after she arrived and the first greeting would start again; at least for Jessie that is.  

Jessie suffered from canine cognitive dysfunction syndrome along with the  accompanying sundown syndrome.  It happens to human Alzheimer patients and dogs as well.  Jessie most definitely suffered from the affliction; but hers ran deep into the dead of night.  It hit around the 2:00am hour and she would turn and turn and turn; walking in tight circles until the sun came up.  It was horrible and because of this she had to sleep in her crate down in the dining room so that we could sleep while she walked her circles. 

 Several times we attempted to change things up for her; to give her a bit more space to move around.  But it only made matters worse.  One time we used an ex-pen on a tile floor down in the family room.  We made her a makeshift kennel with her crate inside of it.  When we woke up in the morning we awoke to a circle of poop.  She'd pooped and then walked in circles through it the rest of the night.  The clean up was awful.  

 The next time we left her the run of the kitchen.  Thinking that she might enjoy being in there instead of just her crate.  We put up the baby gate and left her crate inside; filled with blankets and the door open.  Bad idea.  Upon waking we discovered a track of poop once again.  This time it covered a larger area and the clean up was even worse.  Both times she'd poop with more space and she had never pooped in her crate; so for the remainder of Jessie's life she spent her nights in her crate. 

 Jessie was the first dog of ours that had ever suffered from Dementia.  Like the human affliction; it is heartbreaking to deal with.  The little Jessie that I once knew was gone most of the time but there were moments when she would come back to us.  Those moments keep you going; the fleeting "there you are" times mixed amongst the lost ones. 

Caring for old dogs is a gift that many never get to do.  We were lucky to care for our lost little Jack Russell; and although it was not easy, it was my time to give back a little of what she'd given us in her almost 16 years together.  I hope to never see dementia again; it is an awful thing to work through. 

The loss of a canine


All are now gone but still very much in my heart and memories. 
I am working on a canine loss book.  It is nearing completion and I hope that it will be out this year.  It's not an easy write but it is most definitely healing.  I had a moment just the other day that I thought I would share with you.  It is has a place in my book as these points in life are so very important.  

                                       _________________

 I looked up at the television screen as I waited in line for my turn at the cash.  Horrendous tornadoes were hitting Kansas and I was quickly drawn back in time to Oklahoma.  Without a conscious decision of my own, I was taken back four years.  Standing in the parking lot in Oklahoma City, I remembered.  These are the moments that will fill many years after a loss; if not the rest of your years here on earth.

I let it come; you must let these moments in.  Let them in and ponder on them.  I stood waiting my turn near tears; but pushed them down as I often do.  I didn’t want to start crying while standing in line, in public.  So I thought about her, my little Jessie that we lost in Oklahoma over four years ago.

                               ___________________  

Writing this book has been very helpful for me.  Our family has lost three of our canine companions in four years.  Two were lost only a couple weeks apart; which was nearly the end of me.  Loss is a difficult thing and something that we all deal with differently.  I hope to help those who are having a difficult time with a loss or just want to know how others deal with a great canine love loss in their life.  

I have written many books over the years and if you are interested in reading a crazy story that is my life you can get them here. These two books are the first ones listed in my book store.  

PBJ and me
And Back Again

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Teaching Dogs Not to Touch Things


Learning not to touch is essential. 
"Don't touch," "leave it," "NO."  How many times have you either belted one of these or something similar?  How many times have you heard these or other phrases of humans pleading to our canines?  Hahahahaha, too many times.  How on earth do you teach a dog not to touch?  Easy.  Don't let them.  Yep, it is as simple as that. 

 Of course it takes consistent training; and any little slip in the wrong direction from you, may lead them down the slippery slope to touching again.  Just the other day I was so very impressed with Elsa at the park.  We were in the midst of a great chuck it retrieve session when a rabbit appeared from the bushes behind me.  As Elsa got closer to me her ears shot up and her body tensed.  "Leave it," I automatically said.  She stood statue still with the ball in her mouth.  There was a ponder moment from her; to chase or not to chase, that was the question.  She chose not to chase which is huge for a dog with high drive. I immediately chucked the ball out as far as I could to reward her.  

I have been working hard on the rabbit thing over the years.  Of course Elsa wants to chase them but I have attempted to make them a non issue.  The ball is much more fun and if she stays focused on it; "it" will continually be thrown.  

Once a dog understands "leave it" then you can implement it with just about anything.  Nice.  But what about when they don't know "leave it" yet?  I have trained many, many puppies who don't know much of anything when we start out.  When you don't have any formal communication sounds or verbal cues to fall back on you need to step in.  

 I remember working with several puppies who were having a very difficult time understanding that they were not to eat from the adult dog's bowl.  They needed to learn the rule quickly because I was going to leave and their guardian needed control of the eating situation. I do not like free for all, chaos eating and I also do not like having to separate dogs while they eat; so they must learn the rules of eating.

Puppies are stopped in their tracks.  That's it, that's all.  No passing, wherever the line is made.  This means physically being prepared to stop them.  This is not something that can be worked on willy nilly; you must be fully aware, highly alert and ready to stop.  One breach of security and you're sunk.  If you let your puppy get passed you then they will keep trying forever.  Typically puppies learn very quickly that they are not getting by you.  Oh they will try, those little smarties try to deek around you but you must be faster than them. 

 I ABSOLUTELY LOVE the moment of realization.  The very specific point in time when they stop trying.  Even when their own bowl of food sits on the floor; a puppy often desires what the big dog is eating.  Their reward for not trying to get the food from the adult is their own bowl of food.  

 Utilizing your arms and legs is essential in teaching dogs not to touch.  You need to stop them at all costs which often involves feet and hands.  You may feel inadequate tackling the job of just not letting them; but if you want to make sure that they understand "not to touch," you must make it very clear to them.  If it is cloudy at all, you're sunk.