Checking Below Ground…by Lisa Harmon

Life can be hard.

There’s a blog I follow that I simply love, and this is one of the most peircing posts on it I’ve read for awhile. I so completely understand this lady’s words that I have a visceral “YES!! That’s what I’m feeling myself” reaction.

http://hearingelmo.wordpress.com/2012/07/23/another-look-at-isolation/

It seems everyone I know is having a tough time with one thing or another, some with many things all at once. I like to be the one who can say, “It’ll be better soon”, to give some optimism when the glass is half-empty for my friends. I also like when my friends do the same for me. People can be amazingly wonderful!

My glass is half-empty right now. Despite the wisdom of past experience, despite some wonderful people I know through the internet, I feel more than half empty these days. The laundry list of why doesn’t really matter, because we all sometimes find ourselves there with totally different why’s.

Me being, me, my habit is to try to delve beneath the why-list and look at the undertow that has pulled me down. I learned long ago that it’s not the feelings or circumstances that are the problem; it is the beliefs we hold so deep in us that we cannot readily see them, like the roots of a plant.

If the above ground part of the plant is withering, better check below ground

A gardener knows that a seedling gives off moisture and other things through their leaves. Yes, plants ”breathe”, by taking in water and oxygen, giving off CO2 and humidity. This is when they have sufficient moisture and nutrients at the root zone.

A seedling in a pot whose roots leave the pot in search of water and nutrients are “air pruned”. They cannot find soil or water, so they will harden up and stop growing. That’s when the warmth and sunshine every plant needs becomes detrimental rather than beneficial. The warmth and sunlight dries the plant out further. An air pruned seedling really needs repotting to a larger container, or to be planted in open ground.

Danes have always been warmth and sunshine to me. But of late, however dear I loved them, BB and Kenai’s needs  followed by Levi’s difficulties dried me out and left me air pruned. My lovely beautiful boys and some issues at home took more out of me that I could afford to give out. My proverbial roots are parched and hardened.

A picture got my attention the other day, and the more I contemplate it, the more I believe a deep answer lies therein.

Comparison is a dangerous game to play. Comparing yourself to others is an obvious mistake. No one can walk in your shoes, can have in your memories and experiences, so a person to person comparison is apples to oranges.

But there’s a comparison game that can go unrecognized: comparing your circumstances, your emotions, your situation with the picture you have in your head about “what should be”. Expectations we have and don’t know about are immensely powerful things.

Take Levi’s problems as example: it wasn’t Levi, it was my expectation that I should have been able to help him adjust. I have experience with dogs after all, I have some skills as a trainer and dog owner. I wanted so badly to prove to some nay-sayers that a Dane most certainly can tell one color from another and build a remarkable task list to help me.

I expected somewhere inside that if I worked hard enough, was a smart and good enough trainer, that little Levi was gonna prove what a Dane can do. And I was gonna prove what I could do, disability be hanged. I’m no failure, durn it, “I CAN”. I can overcome, and adapt, and be (____).

God’s truth, the ordeal with Levi made me deeply doubt whether or not I am still capable of working and living with dogs.  3 dogs in a row, washed. Yes there were their illnesses, there were problems with their aptitude for the job. But I couldn’t overcome those problems. I took those “fails” personally, as if it reflected on my personality, my ability, my judgement.

Each “fail” was air pruning me more and more, and went unaddressed. As my health problems worsed, I put band-aids on them to get by and keep going, wanting to put the dogs’ needs first.

Living with my Mom, well, she’s so far down in depression and PTSD that she is incredibly needy and demanding as well. It’s a mess, and an exhausting one at that.

So I was hell bent on having a success, having a loving Dane that could be nourishing, and warming, and assistive to me just by being the loving, gentle creatures they are. Oh how I miss that flow of love and nourishing between me and a dog…

But I’m hardened and parched, so can even a Dane penetrate that dried out ground? Probably not. I need to deal with me, to face and feel and consciously consider my expectations and needs. It’s up to me to soften, and open, and stop avoiding.

My usual treatments aren’t working: biofeedback, medicine, vitamins. On the advice of an internet friend, I’m going to try something new and a bit foreign to me. This friend is an energy healer, who explained much of the complexities of chakras and energy flow through the body in a simple clear way for me.

Her terminology for air pruned and hardened is closed chakras, not allowing my emotions and physical state to balance itself and be healthier. The biofeedback can’t help as much as once because my heart and body has shut itself down and closed off.

So it’s Kundalini yoga time for me. It’s physically challenging right now, and the meditation part is difficult for me too. But I am tenacious. That I have proven to myself. I can endure and keep trying rather well. I was just enduring and keeping on with motives and expectations that were becoming destructive.

Don’t worry, I’m not moving to India or wearing hemp anytime soon! But if this new tool in the shed helps me, then I’m glad to have it. It’s called in the Bible “redeeming the time”, while I wait for the right little fur-man to come into my life, with the aptitude and personality that dovetails with my own. He’s coming, this toddly playful baby Dane. I want to be ready when he appears…

Thank you Kenai, and BB, and Levi. You’ve each brought me wisdom, and I love you still, always.

Wee Wee Wee All Over the Yard…by Lisa Harmon

wake up time!!

Yet another cool morning run for big Brown, there, and car rides galore. He had to stay home with Mom yesterday when I drove to Columbia Missouri, but he got a nap on the bed with me and a ride to the pharmacy to make up for it.

The mornings have been so nice, almost chilly, down in the 60′s that my golden grizzly can’t resist a sunrise run. Then later in the mornings it’s still comfortable enough for him to go places. Yay, he says!

Now that the remodel is all done, there shouldn’t be any more spooky pooky puppy hiding in corners.

They were slowly getting better about the mad barking at every sound, but Sir BraveAlot was seen only when shooting from one hidey hole to another…

BB was just BB; underfoot n in the way.

It’s a warm kitchen, and a very effecient, functional one now. I guess whoever lived there last never made much, but now a girl could do some serious cooking. The storage space has doubled or better with nothing but new cabinets, the appliances are new too.

There was no way Thanksgiving dinner could have come out of that old kitchen, but boy could it now.

And with that ultra dark blood red paint gone, ya might actually want to eat there! Jonquill and Exciting Orange was all it took to give it zing.

Same square footage, whole lot more room and usefulness…

Now that all that’s over, the hope is to return to the usual summertime schedule: up and out to garden with special K, in for a break and breakfast for all, back out to finish the gardening, then rest before lunch.

The trip to Columbia confirmed it: my bizzarely intractable insomnia and worsened pain is due to a recurrence of tick disease. The borrelia is back, as is the babesia, but this time I’ve managed to add Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever and systemic candida overgrowth to the list. Thanks for the tip and motivation to check, Denise.

So I’ve got scripts out the wazoo now. Antibiotics 2 x day, antifungal 4 x day then lessening each week. There’s eye drops, a new thyroid med, and a replacement for that awful expensive Lyrica. And it’s back to the low carb diet.

I go back in 4 months to see if we need to make any changes in the list of 5 antibiotics I’ll be rotating each month. I came home with a huge packet of information, about diet, detoxing from the toxins the cooties give off, adrenal stress etc.

There’s tons to read, and I’m debating about where to place my e-journal–unless it’s written down, it’s lost, ya know? So keeping track of what works, what doesn’t, how the diet changes are going and the like becomes essential for me.

But where? Here on K’s blog? The gardening blog? Do I really want to start a new blog? With 6 mo or more of treatment minimum, it’ll get big.

The battle with the stinky dirty carpet is being lost…There isn’t hair and dander down in it, not with all the vacuming I do and the steaming too. It’s the oils from their coats on the surface. It’s dog stink city in the living room, so yuk, time to do something!

I really must buy a shampoo machine. Those big rug doctors ya rent are just too big and awkward for me, not to mention the results are kinda iffy sometimes.

Grass, grass, glorious grass for a boy to trample. With the rain we’re finally getting, it’s starting once more to grow. Out came the mower and 3 passes into a yard chop, the belt broke. Now why couldn’t it’ve done that the last time I cut? There’d been a month to get it fixed since the heat meant no cutting.

Kenai was heartbroke, all ready for his race to that side of the back yard then back to the other. That’s his game while I cut the front: there I seed you, ha I was waitin! Awww phooey, droopy dog shuffled back inside. He’ll have to wait some more for a cut the grass chase-ems…

Kenai Equivilant of Brownies…by Lisa Harmon

the sunsrise sentry photoshopped to an oil painting…Kenai 3 yrs

Thursday Kenai had a most lovely fun gardening time; out before the sun was up, run about, chase a rabbit, pee on things…

While I piddled about in the garden, Kenai revelled in OUTSIDE, like it was chocolate brownies with hot fudge. And the rabbit chase was the scoop of ice cream! I swear that dog grinned as he trotted back to me for a neck scratch and smooch on the head.

 Kenai makes a big 1/2 acre circuit when he wants to stretch his legs. Now that he’s got a fenced yard, he can do that again!

Joy!

Here is the powerstroke puppy, building a head of steam.He likes to whiz by just missing me, which actually is a “get my tushie if you can” game.Having started over there near the garden…

 now along the west fence…

 having rounded the south fence, n goin north…

Big Brown made the most of his 45 minutes of outside time, then the thermometer his 85F just after sunrise, and it was time to come inside. Poor BB didn’t get a real outside time, since it was too hot.

He did get a run about mid afternoon when I had to go pick some veggies for supper, though, so the bent bottoms got a little fresh air.

He rounds corners too, just not as fast or graceful as big bro. Beebs don’t care, so long as he gets to play!

Both are doing well back on their Bravo food, though for some reason Kenai breaks out in a skin staph on the buffalo. Put him back on elk and it goes away. Hum.

BB was getting to shedding pretty good after several weeks of chicken and turkey, so I switched him to the duck (oh the price), and next will be the buffalo–we’ll see if his skin goes to pot or not. The two boys react differently to many if not most foods so I’ll be glad if BB can have the buffalo for his red meat.

Neither, though, can eat the beef without loose stools. Boy am I glad Kenai can eat the elk since they do need some sort of red meat. Kenai won’t eat the chicken or turkey, and I don’t blame him: it’s sloppy soggy wet, even after draining in a collander in the fridge. The elk and buffalo break into chunks so he doesn’t object to the texture.

The intense heat is going to break! We’ve been 15 degrees or more above normal since the beginning of July, setting records like the rest of the midwest. Our all time record high is 113F and we nearly beat it last week.

But the end of the week we’ll be back down to the 80′s! Low of 68F–heavenly. So the boys will have their garden time again! Just a few more days of triple digits. Good thing too, since my golden grizzly is getting extremely stressed by the remodel work.

Yes it’s still going on, as slow and drug out as death by starvation. But getting there in drips in drabs. K is so skittish by the end of the week that even a trip to the puppy store doesn’t happy him up. And it’s just been too hot to let him out to run safely.

So Saturdays are play days with the boys–soda pop bottle games, find me funs, toy times. Trying to help them de-stress, like a doggie spa boy style. Today will also involve a run to the hardware store and the gas station, if K seems relaxed enough. Need gas for the mowers and a 2 gallon watering can.

Saturday is also sleep in day for Mom (and BB), until he can’t stand the hungries anymore and starts crying “lemme out”, “gotta pee”, or “HUNGRY” from the back bedroom. Poor poops, he don’t like sleep in day.

But he gets over it soon enough, and settles into his play and follow Mom day. That’s the chocolate brownie and hot fudge for him; follow you around and get lots of attention. What a sweetie.

Car, Car, Me in the Car…by Lisa Harmon

if only THIS could scare off the squash bugs….Kenai 3 yrs

Boy…this heat is remarkable. It’s been the hottest, driest July on record in 80 years. No change of weather patterns in sight, either. The boys are mostly stuck in the house, with little change in that pattern too.

But Friday I did take Kenai to the local Ace Hardware, and he got out to wander the parking lot. Until a truck pulled in, then his curious was over. Still, he got a car ride, and a walk about for the first time really in a month. He was excited too–’Car, Car, me in the Car!’

I’m gonna have to come up with some kind of cooling off games for my water princessess. One of my past loves, Brazos, enjoyed running through the sprinkler; for the most part it was how fast could he go by. Brown ain’t gonna go for that, no way.

Friday evening, the AC finally blew itself out. It’s not been very effective of late, but we were 85F and climbing by sundown. I only gave BB half a meal, given his propensity to barf of late, with plans to feed him the remainder before bed or if the AC was fixed, whichever came first.

While taking a cool shower (oh to feel clean…) once the AC was running again, I decided to make a raspberry iced tea from some jam. ‘Course chronic complainer Mom didn’t want that, (grrr) so it was just sugared iced tea. But it was cold and sweet and that’s good enough.

We have a functioning sink, dishwasher, microwave, wall oven, and fridge now, and I started putting stuff in the cabinets early Saturday morning. I was up at 2:30 am durn it. The range won’t work until the gas guy gets the line right Tuesday, though.

I don’t know when this remodel will be all done. The guys are talking about coming back to finish in 2 weeks? After almost 4 months of waiting, I’m sick of the dragging it out. But at least we have a sink now!

Sometime over the weekend, Kenai should have his early morning garden time–I’m gettin the itch to start building and filling the raised beds again. There’s boxes of kitchen and bath stuff everywhere, some of which, maybe most of it, the boys can “help” us put away.

BB’s a follower: he’ll walk right along with you, getting in the way when he can, and sniff what you’re putting away. Tell him what the object is, and he’ll remember it too.

Kenai’ more of a watcher, then sniff it when it’s done kinda guy. He’s the “supervisor”, you see, and lets little bro be the worker bee. Funny how entirely different these two littermates of mine are.

Laundry Day…by Lisa Harmon

laundry day can be so stressful…

Matters not how big the Dane, a wittle bitty baby will always be there! Laundry day, the day the house develops piles, seems to get Kenai’s nose out of shape. Maybe the bedcover he worked so hard to make smell like himself being taken off? Perhaps just the alteration of normal?

Whatever the reason, my coddled crumudgeon doesn’t much like laundry day. He fetched his baby there (why won’t he do that for me?) and found the blanket of our bed to lay down with. 

To make matters worse, my work outside that morning meant a gate had to be open, so he had to stay inside. Aww. Heartbreak and wimpers. Soon as the gate was closed though, he got to come bark at cars going by and pee on the perimeter.

By then I was beat down bushed, so he came to check me out. “How come you breathin funny there ma?” For all my complaining a couple years ago that he wasn’t an oblivious dumb dunderhead that wouldn’t care about loud noises…

I’m awfully glad to get the tickly whiskers sometimes ’cause he noticed something different about my body’s state.

He’s a sweetie, even if he does bark too much at the neighbors!

And poor Beebers is back to being pesty Bananna Butt, thank goodness. BB seems to have gotten a leg up on his infection. There’s one reddish spot that drains some, is all. There are though some odd looking large protrusions at the end of the suture line.

He needs to go in for a post-surgical check anyway, but that will mean a day with no outside work for me and Kenai. Beebs going to the vet is exhausting. He need help up into the car, and ya don’t let your guard down around him when he’s stressed.

His life ain’t hardly all bad though, mind you! Mr Photogenic gets his own outside time, has his play, even gets a “puppy school” practice now and again which he enjoys immensely. 

He’s such an easy pup in most regards. Unlike his brother, there’s never a fuss about not wanting to eat or take his medicine. He will play with you anytime, anywhere, for any reason or none at all.

And he’s a cartoon on three and half legs! If you need a laugh, go hang with BB. He’ll even stretch out under that maple tree with you if ya ain’t in a playin mood.

***

As I’ve been writing about puppies, I thought I’d move along from the 8-16wk old age to the 16wk old plus. Yeah…16 wks. That’s when a lovely phase I call “the puppy stubborns” hits. That pliant and sweet little tot turns into a willful snot.

Your cutie pie that couldn’t wait to come when you called now gives you puckered lips and a ‘why should I’ face. Oy. As frustrating as it is, this stage is equally important as the previous ones to becoming a well balanced dog.

Independence, self-identity, and understanding the boundaries of life in your “pack” begins to develop at 16 wks. Handled well, this stage can reduce seperation anxiety, and establish you as the one in charge of deciding whats okay and what’s off limits.

The tiny toots that got away with murder with the older dogs now finds themselves being reprimanded in various ways by them. And you will find you have to do the same, when the puppy tries trash can diving or other things not allowed.

In a slight case of bad timing, 16 wks is also when most obedience classes begin. And bad habits are begun by humans to get them to actually sit on command. Cajoling, bribing, ineffective scolding…we’ve all done it.

The best way to deal with a stubborn pup moment is to calm your frustration and remember you are in charge. They are still very young, and the “disobedience” isn’t personal. It’s not because they don’t like you, it’s because the reason for obedience is changing.

When they were 8 wks old they obeyed happily, in a way for want of knowing better. Now they are realizing they can influence their environment, and you, to get what they want. Much like the terrible twos in human kids, tantrums can make you hit the easy button.

Yeah, you still dispense the treats, but can they make YOU give the treat on their ‘command’ is the name of this game! More frustrating still is the sock shredding kind of stuff because they want to, regardless.

There will be things you must insist on, and here’s a secret: firm patience can and will outlast persistance.

Dogs are persistant by nature, and because of nature; the wolf that gives up too easy goes hungry. But if your no means no always and calmly and without exception, they’ll quit testing you eventually.

Another trick of the trade; the less you talk the more they listen. Cajoling and repeating the same command over and over without enforcing it is worse than pointless. It weakens your authority with them. Remember, dogs don’t talk. They silently insist.

Take a cue from the older dogs in how they deal with the puppy stubborns. A stare, a pointed and ‘I want/don’t want something” stare is what gets their message across more often than not.

Wordlessly planting your hands on your hips and giving off unhappy momma vibes is remarkably effective. No need to be angry or anything, but the vibes will do the talking for you. Match their intensity and you’re talking their language now. They get that real fast.

If they don’t give up the trash or the sock, a dog won’t say “bad puppy” and take it away. A dog will stand over or between the puppy and the object until the pup gives it up. It’s a huge difference. Taking it away teaches them at best nothing, and at worst posessiveness.

MINE is a new concept in the 16 wk old’s brain. Making them relenquish something they shouldn’t have makes the point that MINE is yours not theirs. A dog stay there and own that object until the puppy backs up and looks away.

This is discipline. Not punishment, but discipline and every puppy both understands it and needs it to live in a social group. It’s not mean! I promise, to a dog it’s normal and healthy.

BTW–If you were smart and taught them to sit and down and stay some before obedience class starts at the same time as the stubborns, they will know what the words mean. So when they give you the attitude, all you need is to silently insist, not worrying about if they understand or not.

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One more note about my brothers here: I’ve started using a product called total-zymes to see if it will help them digest kibble. I would like to have them on at least some kibble. Everytime I’ve tried even small amounts, there’s the deadly farts and worse poo.

So they are 3 meals with it into the experiment now, and have noticed only one really good butt stink from Kenai. Waiting to see the achem “results” if ya know what I mean. So far I’m encouraged.

Brown-er Boy…by Lisa Harmon

Guard puppy Kenai, 3 yrs

My golden grizzly is holding up his end of the gardening; making sure no critters take us by surprise. You never know about them bunnies. He like me is tanning as he’s gotten older.

The thinner haired places are darkening with all the sun exposure we get gardening together. Check out the ears, and the sergeant’s stripes on his front legs!

Each morning that the legs and hands are in good enough shape me and Brown head for the veggie patch. Or should I call him Brown-er? Personally, I’ve gone 5 shades darker in make up. He’d have a fit of indignance if I put lipstick on him…

We’ve found another Dane SD on facebook! http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/profile.php?id=100001256992349 Splash is a hard workin fella, and a gem of a boy. Handsome too.

BB’s infection is greatly improved, but he’s not quite back to pre-chicken leg nightmare shape. The antibiotics are giving him some unpleasant die in the rears, poor kiddo. And a fungal ear infection has flared up. So it’s “pretty ears” time.

Both boys were left at home in the AC when Mom and I went to buy appliances for the kitchen. I almost felt guilty about the cost, but I’m a serious cooking gal. 10 pounds of chicken legs a day for the oven, pastas to boil, bread to bake, eggs to fry…

The kitchen/living room area can’t seem to stay cool in our new house. The bedrooms are like 5 degrees or more cooler. So I’ve been trying to roast the chicken early or at night, and use the new grill for lunch and supper.

Sunday we had bbq bacon cheeseburgers on that lovely new grill. I’ve really gotten into it, mostly because I haven’t mastered this charcoal thing. The burned potatoes being a recent example. The burgers were killer though!

It’s too hot on the deck when I’m grilling in the afternoons for Brown-er, so he just walks the fence like a four legged sentry. Peeing here and there of course. Boy thing. I put him inside when he starts to pant though. I’ve had all the bloating and belly problems I want for a goodly while, thank you.

One thing I do miss, or at least miss for Kenai, is a nice big patch of tall grass for him plow through and peek at you from. He enjoyed his “ambush puppy” games. I guess the duration of outside time he gets now makes for a fair trade off.

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I’ve submitted a short article about a training technique called ‘capturing’ to http://danetrainer.wordpress.com/. I’ve written about it on the training pages to the right over there, but it seems to me that it’s the best technique out there.

Capturing is both very simple and supremely natural. The short definition is recognizing and rewarding a behavior you want from the dog that they do on their own. No commands, no deliberate cues, just seeing something the dog does naturally and reinforcing it with a reward.

Anything from as basic as rewarding a dog for laying down on their bed when you’re busy, to as important as setting the habit of tugging in a puppy that will someday open doors for the disabled can be created with capturing.

One of the two things that makes this a fantastic training skill is how little the affair requires of you–all you do is reward what the dog already does. Puppies play tug and follow you, dogs lay down and carry their toys. You simply notice and give a treat or “good boy”.

The other great thing about capturing is it lets the dog know when they do something right. Rather than watching for an uh-oh to correct, you are looking for a good to reward. Most every dog wants to please, and all creatures need positive affirmation.

There are other important things a pup learns indirectly this way, like you are the dispenser of goodies, doing what you want gets them what they want, and establishing you as the person to look to for what to do. I like most of all how simple and a natural way to learn it is.

Now if that little pup has a big job in his future, capturing will definitely create a life long willingness to work for you. The younger you start the better. But have both an idea of what you want the dog to do, and what foundations they must have to accomplish it.

Working dogs need a work drive, obviously. So you want to encourage any, ANY, attentiveness they pay you. The more often and more consistantly you reward them for looking at you, following you, coming to you the better.

If you want a pup to become a service dog, you gear towards other actions in addition, like the tug to open something. Pawing things is good if your dog will need to turn on a light switch, or hit the button to open a door. Or noticing a sound if you want a hearing dog.

Perhaps tunneling through your laundry would be the thing to reward for a future in agility. Sniffing out their favorite bone for a search and rescue career. A little thought about what they will do can give you endless opportunities for capturing.

If all you want is a well behaved companion, pretty much all you need to raise one is capturing. Getting them used to their feet or ears messed with at the vet is as simple as frequently touching their parts and rewarding for their puppy tolerance.

All puppies, exhuberant energy or not, will eventually lay down for a snooze. Reward the laying down, and later you can put a down command to what they’ve already learned is good to do. Most all puppies will follow you around, which is what you want when later working on a leashed walk.

For lack of a better word, capturing is “training” but really it’s not. It’s nothing more than the natural way pups learn. You’re becoming friends, figuring out how to have a happy relationship with each other. Just being buddies.

Dogs are masterful figure-outers of what you want, without any formal commands or practice times! Believe me, however much you pay attention to them, they pay more attention to you.

They use their nose, their eyes, their sense of touch, just everything all the time to learn what you do and want and feel. Their capacity for awareness is absolutely astonishing. They can pick up on your mental and emotional intentions before you actually do anything.

On the same principle of frowning displeasure alone can make a pup back off from the trash (who hasn’t felt the unhappy mom vibe?), you can almost create opportunities to capture good behavior with mere emotion. How? It’s easier than you might think.

Dogs can tell you’re going to get up from the firing of your nerves in preparation before your muscles actually move. So if you are going to have an SD to help you get up without falling, reward that pup for popping up before you.

Dogs notice the change in our emotions right away from smelling brain chemicals like adrenaline or the tensing of our muscles. So the pup that comes up and nudges you when you get tense would make a great anxiety alert dog or seizure alert dog if you reward them.

When you relax, the dog will sense the change and relax. Reward that, and later you can put a word to it and get them to do it on command. That way the postman will become a reason to chill rather than go off.

This all may seem like getting lost in the weeds, but the subtleness of a human-dog relationship is a beautiful interactive reality. The more you pay attention to your dog, the more of that amazing you see. And the more aware of yourself you become.

Still Coasting, In Low Gear…Lisa Harmon

BB’s not too sure about the compost pile…3 yrs

5/11

Beebs was hilarious about the compost when he first saw it from the deck. First he froze, raised his hackles and growled at it. Like it was gonna get up and growl back? I walked on by and he followed, all tentative.

Eventually I got him close enough to it that he’d sniff it in a stretch. Did he think some T-rex left it behind and might come back or somethin? Tentative not being his natural state, it wasn’t long before I had to scold him for peeing on my poop pile…

Funnies aside, I’m still worried ’bout the little bent bottom boy. Lethargic ain’t his style either, and he just isn’t snapping out of it. I’m gonna have to take him to the vet I guess. He’s such a handful at the vet, it can be exhausting.

Kenai’s still on antibiotics too, and marginally better. He’s decided he’ll eat hamburger, and yesterday I got three full meals in him from his bowl–haven’t had to hand feed him in a couple days. I think the weight loss has stopped, too.

The heat (90′s F) and my fibro/fatigue’s vengeful retaliation for 2 days of disregarding it while putting in a garden have kept us mostly inside. We still get out to water the seed beds 3-4 times a day, as well as the usual after dinner excursions.

The heat is supposed to break after some thunderstorms Thursday, so we’ll be back to the morning garden time outside. There’s grass to cut this morning too, and Kenai enjoys checking out every inch of the change in his yard. 

If I make it to the hardware store today, Kenai’s backyard will soon be about 80 feet shorter. He and BB both sasquatched my melon row, so a bean fence to keep the beasties out is in order. It won’t be no lovely thing to look at, but it’s only for this season.

5/14

Well the heat has broken–OMG it’s cold for crying out loud. The boys think it’s marvelous too. They feel all frisky and playful now. They’ve been outside alot too, with the construction guys here. BB has restarted that chase you thing when they walk by, goofus.

Lisa the trainer and I think it’s caused by being unsure and anxious about them. When he’s facing them, he’s nervous and when their backs are to him he feels more powerful by growling as he follows. He stopped when I scolded him, but I don’t trust him when I’m gone.

Kenai is just scared, hiding in the utility room. So I take him outside and he feels much more confident. His problem is the noise–loud noises freak him out. So big K has been outdoor boy extraordinaire this week.

Big K also had his boy self put in his place by a GShep at doggie day care. Lisa boards and watches dogs on Fridays, and Brown’s ill mannered approach was met with barks and swats. He didn’t know what to do!

He got 3 hours of play and is still exhausted this morning! I’m getting 2 meals in him a day, but he’s losing weight. I guess I have to take him to the vet next week. What’re we gonna do next session. Probably a blood test or two.

We have a quiet weekend ahead of us (I hope), to rest up from last week and get ready for next week. I intend to be totally useless, and with any luck, the boys will be too. All of us have a 48-hour nap. That’d be nice.

The construction guys will be here next week and the garden will continue to take up alot of my concentration while it’s still in building phase. Poor Kenai will have to entertain himself outside a few more days. Maybe soon the hard work of settling in will be done!

Laurie has started a “What Puppies Need” series over at http://smartdog.typepad.com/smart_dog/ and being a puppy raiser for an SD program, she would definitely know. And Lisa has mentioned something called ‘super puppy’ program I need to google.

The more I work with dogs the more devoutly convinced I am that the period between birth and 16 weeks is the absolute most important when it comes to the pup’s personality and ability to handle new situations without nervousness or reactivity.

I’d be interested in hearing from breeders how they begin the pup’s development before 8 wks. Leave me comments?

Coasting…by Lisa Harmon

Kenai, 3 yrs

Kenai gave us a rough weekend last weekend, complicated by my coming down with strep throat. While I gargled salt water and wheezed, I decided to hit the easy button and just keep the boy’s seperated again with barriers.

He refused to eat from a bowl at all, but would sometimes eat a little chicken if I hand fed him. He’s starting to resist taking his medicine, too, which doesn’t bode well for the future.

Make matters worse, we got a beating of biblical proportions at the auction: 100k under expected. There won’t be much left once the auctioneers take their cut. Puts the kitchen redo on shaky ground, and means building a raised bed garden is gone.

Profoundly discouraging, but it was the gamble we took: that people would honest enough to at least bid a fair market value. They’d never get a house and acreage that size for what they were bidding, a realty agent would laugh them outta the office.

Guess people weren’t looking for deals, they wanted steals. Steal it they did…

Kenai has dropped ten pounds this week, (ohh), and nothing seems to interest him as food. Everything else interests him entirely too much; that weirdness hasn’t changed. He’s having such a hard time.

HRH has, however, greatly enjoyed all the outside time in the latter part of this week. I’ve been hammering away at putting in a garden. One of our lovely new neighbors was willing to come help me, too! Kenai was cool as a king with Matt and his son Spencer.

Spencer wanted I think to play, but K was feeling too majestic for such activity. He watched and wandered and sniffed…eventually he started following Spencer around, getting a bit of petting without breaking the dignity-act. Good as gold, my big guy.

Unfortunately, put him around BB and good as gold has the distinct feel of a mirage…uhg. I’ve kept them seperate most of the time, because Beebs just isn’t right. He is more lethargic than I’ve ever seen him. Now I’m getting worried.

He’s never had a positive tick titer, and I’m seriously considering talking to Dr Susan about starting him on doxy too just in case. I don’t know what else it could be–there’s no skin problems, no ear infections, no weight loss. I just don’t know.

The bare knuckle slug-fest with the FMS/CFS to get the veggie garden in continues. I won for two days, it’s winning for a couple days. But I have everything except the beans and cucumbers seeded in. Things ain’t pretty yet in the dirt patch, but I’m workin on it!

I will have to reduce the boys’ outside time this week: we’re shooting up into record heat territory. That means they are out early morning and late evening only when the temps are below 85 F. General rule of my thumb is if I can’t take it, I don’t expect them to.

There hasn’t been much else happening but the garden and the I-won’t-eats. I’m coasting on the pup’s training. But next week the construction guys are finally gonna put in a decent bathroom for us. We’ll all lose our minds by next weekend!

Enjoy your mother’s day, everybody. 

Upsides…by Lisa Harmon

am I tuckered out…Kenai, 3 yrs.

Here’s a good thought provoking blog post: http://hearingelmo.wordpress.com/2011/04/01/disabled-grimace/. It is about the word disability, and how people react to that word, both those with disabilities and those without. Truth is, we aren’t reacting to the word so much as the realities it represents.

“Disability” means an ability is lost or wasn’t there, be it the ability to hear without assistance, to get around easily, and the like. There is a loss, and there’s no escaping that reality. Many people with sudden disabilities like myself go through a strikingly grief like emotional process. There is often anger, frustration, and often profound questioning of individual worth. Rare is the person who genuinely takes it in stride, not just pretending or being in denial.

Much of the hurt and loss is because of our expectations of ourselves and for ourselves. Take “Rosalie” in the movie “Twilight”. She had expected to be a mother, to have a pre-planned human life until a horrible violent event and her subsequent changing into a vampire ended that dream. Something was lost, irretrievably lost to her.

The pothole in that internal process of grief is getting stuck in what was lost, of never really coming to terms with the fact that some of our expectations will never be. Nigh on 100 yrs later, Rosalie was still angry, still making decisions (if Bella should become a vampire) based on those feelings of loss. Getting stuck isn’t just a pothole, it can be an ankle breaker!

Once our feelings of loss are made peace with, and old things let go of, what it left is 1) determining what we can still do, which dreams we have not really lost, 2) how what we used to do can still be done, just perhaps requiring us to do it a bit differently, and 3) what have we gained because of that loss.

That is the upside of a disability: what you gain. Yes, there are upsides. There’s an opportunity in every hardship, and a pothole in every opportunity. You may find the gain of new friends. Or actually noticing that people are more good inside than you had thought, even if they flub the attempt to “help”. Maybe even open up your heart to new dreams that would not have occured to you to consider otherwise.

There is something that helps with this process: the emotional and mental skill, either natural or aquired, to let go of the pre-concieved. If a person is good at a “what is is what is” perspective, not wrapping our whole world and worth around what we wanted for ourselves, transitioning from what was or what could have been to what might be now is much easier.

That internal process of coming to terms with a new reality, a different one, is often complicated by the external: those without disabilities. Some are just nasty people, but the vast majority simply don’t recognize nor understand how this person’s life must be a tad different than their own. How could they understand it, save in the broadest and most generalized terms that often won’t apply to a second persons disability?

Disabilities come in such an array of variety. Even a broad category, like mobility issues, doesn’t explain that one person could walk say 20 feet uphill but another would never make 5 feet downhill. And individual’s limitations are individual. Geez if our family members who live with us can’t really understand every way a difficulty will present itself, even as we explain it to them, how on earth is a stranger to know?

Again, expections rear their head. What can I reasonably expect from my family, from strangers? I can’t actually to expect them to viscerally understand how going to a new store for example might affect me. I plan. Alot. Because I don’t have energy to waste, I figure how to get from point a to point b with the least steps and effort. Mom can’t understand that enough to adopt that way of thinking herself. Do I have any right to insist she does?

I’m the one with the limitation, not her. What I can ask, since she is family and has to make allowances for me at times, is that Mom respect that I know my body well enough to know what I can ask of it. If I say no I can’t make a quickie stop here and another there and still get done what I need to do later…she should accept that. Doesn’t mean she will.

Doesn’t mean your teenager will. Doesn’t mean your husband or wife will. But it is not unreasonable to ask a near family member to accept your limits and respect them once you’ve explained what they are. We have to respect also, that our families go through a process too. If your disability means you can’t go with them on back country hikes anymore, then perhaps they have to go without you. Then find a new activity to enjoy with you.

The older I get the more I understand the saying that life is all about how you look at it. Perspective. The flexibility to change perspective when you need to is the most valuable asset in life! The discernment to see the gains in your losses is a huge benefit to living in a world we do not control so well as we’d like.

Finding the upside and staying in it doesn’t deny the downside, it is just the deliberate choice to live above and beyond it.

***

Back in moving land, now. We went from this to this in one day:

Friday I had Robin’s help and we got some 3 truckloads of non fragile boxes shifted to the new house.

Saturday we moved the remainder of the not too breakable with the help of my nephew. ‘Course he’s not one to get up in the morning, so we set the time at afternoon. But that’s cool. I can have boxes out of the way of the smaller furniture.

Does that sound like a semi-devious plan to you? Let the young and healthy heft the heavy? Well, it worked. (We paid him of course–kids always need money and it’s hard work) This is what we’re down to Saturday night:

 

A few things at the edges! The bad news: we have to pack the rest of the kitchen, Mom’s closet, and Mom’s desk. Shift that, and all that will be left is extremely breakable (unpackable) things.

But seeing that room sized stack gutted is intensely satisfying.

I guess I hadn’t posted any pics of the new place yet, have I? Well, here’s one:

That’s the front yard. The survey showed the backyard to be 12′ shorter in width than I had thought. You would think the unkempt brushline would be the property boundry. Not. Appearantly, I have some 12×200′ of grass to keep cut that doesn’t belong to me.

Though not as wide, it’s still over 200′ long, so Big Brown will hardly be hurting for room to stretch his legs in back. The front yard is plenty big, and I’ll be thinking about flowerbeds and stuff next fall or winter. Right now I’m moving, and my reward will be the veggie garden!

The poor little boys were left at home alone most of the day Friday, and it seems that might be the case all weekend. Until 2pm Sunday anyway, when we all have to be out for a realtor showing.

I do believe that a weekend of more work than is sensible deserves a trip to Braums for a milkshake. I could be wrong, but if so, I shall partake of the folly anyhow! Chocolate…

Poor little sweet peas, all sad and wanting snuggles. Pretty soon my love, pretty soon. He can’t think of all the sunny spring days he gets to be outside in, so I’ll think about them for him…

Noun or Verb…by Lisa Harmon

Doin’ the duty…Kenai, 3 yrs

There’s one thing that I’ve noticed about general dog training info. Okay, there’s innumerable things I have noticed…but there’s one thing that maybe could use a little more frequent clarification: the distinction between instinctive behavior and learned behavior.

A learned behavior is pretty easily explained: it’s something the dog has figured out how to do in return for something they want. That can manifest as a lovely sit on command. It can manifest in a less than ideal way too, such as barking at inappropriate times will bring a bone to shush them.

Because a learned behavior is well, learned, it can be encouraged or eradicated with relative ease by what trainers call “operant conditioning”. That’s a fancy way of saying you can teach and un-teach with the use of rewards. Or the lack thereof.

Instinctive behavior is another matter. It can be either a universal “dog thing”, such as being hardwired for social pack life, or it can be a breed specific trait. Either way, instinctive behavior will not be removed (what trainers call extinction) no matter how much you try to “train”.

You may modify or control the behavior but the tendency will always be there. It’s like the difference between software (learned) and the operating system (instinctive).

Since this blog belongs to Kenai, we’ll take a trait that’s common among Danes: intelligent guarding. Danes have an especially well developed ability to discern what is a threat and what isn’t a threat to say, the toddler they live with.

All dogs have this ability, but you wouldn’t expect a happy lab to be as vigilant over the younger or more vulnerable members of their family as a Dane would. Yes that’s a generalization, but a fairly accurate one. Danes, at least the adults, often make excellent babysitters.

You may “train” a Dane to not handle the threat themselves, by modifying their instinctive response to put themselves between your 9 year old and an angry neighbor whose window was broken by a ball. But it will not come naturally to them nor easily to you. And it may fail altogether if your goal is to eliminate the tendency altogether. 

You could teach a Dane to do a specific activity like ring the door bell if the neighborhood “bad dog” is trying to get under the fence after your poodle. You could teach the Dane to press an alarm button if someone’s prowling around peeking in windows while you’re gone.

If your Dane is guarding inappropriately, such as not recognizing the mailman is one of the good guys, you will usually be able to alter that with treats and training. Change the association and the Dane will learn to see the mailman as treat time. 

But he’ll still let you know when the mailman comes.

You will never really train the instinct to discern and heightened willingness to protect out of them. Such traits are built into the breed. Some Danes more, some Danes less. But they are natural protectors, and smart ones.

Any instinctive behavior, whatever it may be in whatever breed you have, must have an outlet. If you don’t provide that outlet in a way that is acceptible to you, the dog will find their own way to satisfy that part of their nature.

Frustration, insecurity, destructiveness, even aggressiveness can result when a hunting dog isn’t ever allowed to sniff a trail or a cattle dog doesn’t have something to herd. You have the opportunity to chose what is sniffed or herded, but not whether there will be sniffing and herding.

I think perhaps some of the difficulties in training a dog come when we don’t consciously recognize the difference and don’t treat differently a learned and an instinctive behavior. 

How many dog owners are frustrated trying to make the terrier not dig anywhere at all?

Most all trainers use operant conditioning to teach learned behaviors or make undesired learned behaviors end. You can teach the terrier not to dig here with operant conditioning, but you will never teach them not to dig period. Easy enough to just give them a sand pile with a bone buried in it to find.

But I’m a dog owner who foolishly tried to train the hunt-n-chase outta Kenai. BB’s no problem, it don’t mean that much to him. Guarding does though. I’d sooner be able to pound down a cinder block wall with my head than make Kenai’s outdoorsman ways go extinct.

So if you’re struggling with a behavior in your pooch, I’d suggest trying to decide if you are fighting an instinct. If you are, you’d probably fare better trying to modify how the instinct is satisfied through operant conditioning training. 

Instincts just really don’t go extinct. You can take a software program off your computer, but the operating system remains.

***

A cool thought about dog learning comes from http://www.theotherendoftheleash.com/what-do-words-mean-to-dogs#comment-132321 about how and if dogs understand words, and differentiate between nouns and verbs.

When I tried to teach him [Willie] to touch or pick up a toy based on a different word (“ball” or “rope”), he became hopelessly confused. He became so stressed over the entire operation that I dropped it and went on to teach him other things. My best guess is that he had categorized all signals as requests for action, not as labels of an object.

Well Willie is a highly trained herding dog. His whole life, and probably brain development, has been oriented to actions. I’ve never had a Dane who struggled with at least simple labeling.

Not to sound like arrogant bragging, mind you, but my guys and most of the Danes I know of just don’t have any trouble seperating a noun from a verb. Nearly all have been simple companions. 

I would like to suggest that may be due to how different their lifestyle and training as puppies is from Willies’. When I talked to my guys, I wasn’t neccessarily asking them to do something. I sorta left them to make their own connections between words and things.

And most importantly, I wasn’t frequently asking them for specific actions. The hear-and-do parts of their brains weren’t stimulated as much as Willie’s. The recognize for no particular reason and decide for yourself parts of the brain was more stimulated than Willie’s.

how many Dane owners have seen their dogs check something out and do nothing with the object? Just seeing what’s there?

Could that also be a breed thing? Collies and herding dogs top the list when it comes to operant conditioned learning skills, like agility. All action oriented and human orchestrated activities they excell at and have as instinctive behaviors.

Danes, not so much. They are less driven to cued action if you know what I mean. Can they? Certainly. But they are about halfway down the list of top agility breeds. They are on a bit of a different operating system from collies as a breed (another generalization).

I wonder, and this is just total wondering from an amatuer, if my Danes learned to recognize objects on their own just because they there there, rather than learning an object for what it does or they have to do with it? That made putting a word to it easier?

Noun vs Verb kinda thing, without anywhere near as much formal verb-learning as Willie?

Just a thought.

***

Meanwhile in moving land…Robin the realtor/auction gal has offered to help me move boxes and stuff over the weekend! We’ll save the heavy furniture for the remodel guys who offered (Gosh Kenny’s been good to us over the years) but at $50 hr I’ll leave just the big stuff for them.

I hope to get the bulk of the boxed stuff in the new house over the weekend with Robin’s assistance. The muscle tremors are starting up in earnest now, even in the AM, so I’m running out of time to get done, ya know?

Once the muscles give out, they give out for a weeks at a time. I’ll be falling alot, and not be able to stay up long without laying down. In one bad flare I had less than an hour of puttering around the house before I totally had to lay down. Going to the grocery was often impossible for me.

It does go away with a long enough period of “rest” after the extended exertion is over, as CFS is somewhat episodic. But I don’t have a convenient period to rest until we’re moved in. The fibro pain I do okay ignoring for the most part, but there’s just no way around the fatigue when it gets bad. 

 I don’t want to be so wiped out I can’t tend the veggies enough. It’s worrying me now.

Just a few more days…then by heavens I’m getting the world’s greatest and longest massage!

So today’s the day we close on the new house and start shifting! I’ll get an early start–loading the truck with what’s out in the shop about 7 am once the dogs are fed. I have to be at the house at 9 am for the survey, and see do I need to make changes to the fence layout.

Today, Saturday, and Wednesday are looking to be the busiest days. It’s grit my teeth and keep on keepin on time. I’m immensely fortunate to have the help I have, too.

talk at ya’ll later…

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