Name and Come

This is Ira the Therapy Dog and his Dane buddy, Cooper. https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1361170793

Of all the obedience “commands”, I want 2 in particular to be so solid as to be second nature: their name means look at me, and come. The down, stay, wait and such are very important too, but name and come are lifesavers for us both.

When they were little, 8-16 weeks old, anytime they looked at me, followed me, or came to me was rewarded heavily. And then we began little “come” games from Sue Ailsby’s clicker training levels http://www.sue-eh.ca/page24/page26/styled/

Now at 4-6 mo old, their name and come games are getting harder, and more rewarding. There are distractions to ignore, like kids running nearby, and shopping carts, and car horns, and people walking between us. Sue’s level 1 needs a 20 foot distance accomplished to move on to level 2, but I am less concerned about distance than distraction.

Come is made up of many parts, and if you have broken it down into those parts, you’ll know where the come went wrong if they don’t finish the behavoir chain. There is 1) recognizing a cue, such as a name or whistle, 2) disengaging their interest from what they were doing, 3) moving their bodies towards you, 4) ignoring distractions 5) proximity to you.

Some people may want a come front, where the pup sits directly in front of them, some may want the pup to take up a heel position…but the basic come has 5 seperate behaviors in the chain. There are dogs that won’t disengage, dogs that will start your way but get distracted by their best doggie bud over there, and dogs that will get near but not stop where you want them.

If you practice and reward each and every step of the come, the odds are the pup will put all those related parts together in order. My pup will have learned their name means look at me, so they have to disengage once they recognize that cue to get their reward.

A pup that is coming to me can see my excitement and the wonderful reward I have for them, which helps them ignore other things. We’ve also practiced ignoring movements and sounds and smells, so they are primed to ignore. And reaching me has killer good rewards every time, and not the same ones, either! Mix it up for fun!

The life of an SDit (service dog in training) is crammed full of noise, movement, and scent distractions. Just go to a Target and close your eyes for awhile if you don’t believe me. They have to become king of ignore! So I will spend as long as I must in level 1 come at 20 feet to get it smack down perfect regardless of what’s around.

Every time I call their name and they look, they get a click and treat, and usually a lovely big hug. The problem with my past Danes was they get bored with repetition: the same old thing with the same old treat just gets deadly dull. So I had to find better treats as the ignore it became harder, and more than just treats for a reward.

Many police and other working dogs use tug toys or ball chases for rewards and to sustain excitement. It works!

Affection, laughter, an infectiously happy and proud emotional response from you makes the “obedience” a fun and bonding experience.

At 4-6 mo old, a Dane pup may be pushing 100 pounds, but their brains and behavoirs are far from mature–they’re still “little”!

So play, and fun, and love are the best rewards of all. We have to deal with the “stubborns” at this age, and the “do it how I want” ways of a developing puppy. But that’s okay, because I want a grown up dog that can think for themselves: I want a problem solver!

So the name means look becomes “if I look, she might have my jolly ball, that’s better than sniffing the grass”. The trick is not to set the pup up to fail: don’t call them if there’s a chance they won’t come.  Never let your little Einstein figure out they can ignore you!

If you think your pup is such a nose hound they won’t disengage their attention from that spot in the grass, go back to the beginning. Be right next to them, and wordlessly lure their nose up with a favorite treat or toy. Even lifting their nose by one inch is worthy of a click and reward! They disengaged the nose–take it and reward it and build on it.

If your pup is likely to lose interest in you on the way and go play with their pal, then practice ignoring their pal as a seperate step. Make getting to play with their pal a reward for the come chain. They only get taken off leash to play with their pal if they look at you and take a step or two to you.

If you have to, have a friend hold their leash and reward each and every step in the come chain as they go. And don’t be surprised if what a puppy was good at a couple weeks ago goes to pot on you this week. You’re working with a creature that is changing physically and emotionally every day. They aren’t grown up yet!

PS. I have paid a deposit on a new puppy. It will be a blue male Great Dane, from Lean on Me Great Danes, a kennel in Hungary. He is only a few days old right now, but in 2 months, the “rubber meets the road”, and I move from laying out a plan of training to living out a plan.

So I got 2 months to finish my planning! Not to mention getting new carpet, a digital recorder to record grocery, park and other sounds…a new puppy bed, line up a doggie day care for socializing, decide on a food, stock up on treats, get new collars/leashes…Here comes the fun folks, for real, and lots of PICTURES!

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Picking up Games

Puppies mouth just about anything, Great Dane puppies included. This pic came from www.dogtraininggeek.com

Danes in general though are not great retrievers. So rewarding any mouthing of objects is going to be a huge priority for me. Retrieval and noise sensitivity are my two main worries about a Dane SD candidate.

I’ll have picked a puppy at 8 weeks that shows the signs of picking up and carrying, but that needs to be heavily encouraged. Toys, ropes, fleecy squeakers are typical for pups to pick up, but a service dog will be picking up metal keys, paper, wood, plastic…just a scan of the kitchen table reveals a large variety of materials.

MOUTHING:

So the idea is to get them first to mouth strange tasting and smelling items. Metal keys could use a smear of peanut butter to make them more appealing to try. An empty plastic medicine bottles with a smear of canned salmon oil might find itself licked half to death.

The mouthing is then rewarded further as soon as they’ve gotten the last itty bit off with some  peanut butter on my fingers, and more gets put on the keys. I want them to associate those unnatural surfaces and textures with something good to put in their mouth.

This is a great time to teach them the names of the things they are readily mouthing, to make it a game to ID it and mouth it. I set out 2-3 items they will now know the names of. things I will want them to retrieve for me someday

But once they know them, I’ll ask them to id them without the goodies to lick off. If they go to the one I ask for, then I will put the salmon oil or cream cheese on it for them. If I have to lure them a time or two to the item again, that’s okay to. They’ll learn!

PICKING UP:

The pup picks up a toy and the rewards come out! Heavy and fast reinforcement of picking up will set in their mind that this is THE thing to do, nothin better.If I start with them picking up items a couple feet away, I might, might get a bring when they come for their treats. If not and they drop it to come get the treat, carry/bring is a step of it’s own.

Some puppies will generalize mouthing those peanut butter keys to picking them up, and some will not. I wouldn’t be half surprised if I need to gently put the keys or the plastic bottle or small can in their mouth for a moment, then do some heavy duty click/rapid reinforcing with treats and playing with the objects.

Some items will likely be easier: never had a Dane that didn’t love running around with sticks outside, so a mop handle might well be an an “indoor stick” they get to mess with. I’ve always played a game called “blankie monster” with fleece throws, and even my refuse-to-bring dogs would pick them up to play.

CARRY:

Puppies carry their “trophies”, they play keep away, they hop around with a snitched toy

they love. That can be shaped into going from picking up to carrying something else if they have to work for that little mushroom can they’ve been allowed to play with before, so it then must be a toy of some kind, right?

The trick to rewarding a carry is to click before they drop it, or the reward is for dropping. I’ll have accidentally taught them not to carry. I can click and offer a bigger reward so they drop it on their own, or I can have them give it to me as I click, then treat them.

Ahhh, Fall is Good…by Lisa Harmon

Good morning beautiful sunshine! Kenai 3 yrs

The Big K and Little Bro BB are in boy heaven these days; in and out as they please, not too hot, not too cold (is it ever too cold when you have a fur coat?). I’ve gotten Mom to dine, achem, al fresco on the back deck a couple times, and have the windows et all opened up most of the day.

Fresh air!

There is a bit of trouble in paradise though, with Kenai in particular. Three weeks of doxycycline for the tick diseases has resulted in the absolute worst, most distressing side effect of all: anorexia.

Big guy won’t eat. He won’t touch the raw food at all, and will only eat small amounts of kibble if I gussy it up some. Since he cannot digest kibble at all, he has to have enzymes with it, and his coat invariably goes to pot. But it’s that or…

So I’ve bit down on the bullet and ordered some elk, venison, and goat meat from an online company. It doesn’t contain bone, so I’ll have to scavange about for ground bone, but if they eat it and do well, I hope it’ll be worth it. www.elkusa.com

If I even get Kenai to eat half raw/half kibble, that would be a major improvement. He does need off the kibble though. He can’t digest it, it gives him tummy troubles, the works. It took months for the anorexia to wear off last time. Hope it’s shorter this time.

Being the big time outdoorsman that he is, Kenai is mentally pretty darn perky with the whole lotta extra fresh air and sunshine!

 Morning or evening, he just loves to stretch those legs. And cold doesn’t bother him until it gets blistering frigid.

Thankfully our winters aren’t usually so chronically bad that the golden grizzly has to “hibernate”. You northern folks know what I mean: out to pee, in for the day.

My health hasn’t improved much, so the outside time doesn’t involve gardening, but such is life…I’m managing to keep the guys fed, exercised, and dinner for us. Sometimes the sweeper or carpet cleaner, but really, not much by way of activity for moi.

Mom made the mistake of letting both guys out together (Kenai! You dont’ run doors), so I had to go collar and fetch. Beebs was looking for rescue too. He’d made the mistake of thinkin that was gonna be fun, free together at last.

Kenai’s play is fairly vigorous, so Beebs got the thunk and wunk treatment, knocked down once before I got there. Droopy ears was happy to see me! Kenai collared up fine and walked very politely with me, and booby butt tagged along behind best as his sore spots could go…poor guy!

No harm done though, other than being a bit more sore and slow than usual. Some traumeel did the trick and he’s back to bouncy butt now. He still wants outside, just not with big bro. Alone isn’t fun either. Crazy auntie and a ball is his idea of the best!

last light, time to go in…BB 3 yrs old

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Chops n Talks…by Lisa Harmon

surveying the sunrise domain…Kenai 3 yrs

Oh the mornings have been so lovely and cool! Kenai’s had lots more car rides because of it, and outside time too. He’s also had a bit of love from the neighbors, and tried his best to get them to play! But they had yard work to do, boo hoo.

I’m a little worried now: Bravo has discontinued the elk Kenai was doing best on. His skin breaks out on the buffalo, the gets die in the rears from beef, and those were the three options for red meat. I may try venison again, and see if he likes it better now.

BB has suddenly started being a pest late at night: wake ya up, whine, fuss. The first night I thought he maybe had an icky tum, so I put him out to relieve himself. No dice. Last night was night 3 and he woke me up in Kenai and I’s bedroom 4 times before 1:30 am when I got good an mad at him.

He got a good scolding, and I got all of 4 hours of sleep. Nobody was happy with that.

So boy’s breakfast and supper is going to have a Cortisol Control supplement in addition to the Kandidaplex. Maybe he’s just having an anxiety issue? Sometimes these guys are a ‘puzzlement’.

Today someone’s supposed to come fix the living room fan. I haven’t been able to steam the carpet in the mornings because it won’t dry before the guys get on it. It’s in bad need of a disinfecting bleach steam. Wait for it: I really do need to get a shampooer…

Been saying that since May, but now the mower’s in the shop…

http://www.theotherendoftheleash.com/ has an interesting article about blocking boards, which can be used both on dogs that get into it with each other and dogs that get overly excited and anxious around strangers. Appearantly the breaking of eye contact is what calms them.

I’d be interested to see what she says about blocking boards and barrier frustration–BB would only get louder and more frustrated. They’re used to people coming into the garage, but the front door is still an issue and now being treated for borrelia (lyme) again, I sure don’t have the gumption to work on it.

One of Kenai’s rides was to the grocery Sunday morning…

“charcoal?…na, na, that other bag had pork chops and sirloin in it…”

He likes the lady that always seems to take our groceries out for us, and they’ve developed quite the funny relationship.

She’s the only person I know besides Mom that he’ll “talk” to–whar whars, and funny noises.

She teases him some more and he talks some more, then he gets a pat n rub before she closes the hatch.

And he always seems to be in an “expressive” mood after a visit to the store. Some of the funniest faces I see are on grocery store mornings. Like this one after I told him the pork chops weren’t for him:

 ha! He can whip out a face when he’s in the mood, can’t he?

Monday was flea and tick liquid day, so he was a bit blah. BB too for the most part, or at least as blah as BB gets, this side of comatose.

Tuesday though was a gorgeous day, in the 70′s most all morning, and cooled off quickly in the evening.

They both had lots of outside time in the morning, which brought on an afternoon of naps.

But they were ready for outside again when it was fire up the grill supper time. While this was going on

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this was too

 Yeee-Haww!

Some days are just good all over.

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…

Figuring out Photo Software

Kangaroo puppy! Haven’t had a Kangaroo Kenai puppy pic in a long time!

There’s no new pics as of when I started this post, thanks to the fecklessness of our local geek squad, but this was taken a few days ago. It’s almost new. What’s that phrase, ‘gently used’? I’d put it up on FB in case you recognize it!

I had to leave Kenai at home when I took the new laptop back so they could make sure photos will upload. And videos too. But as a consolation prize, he got to spend nearly all afternoon outside. The cooler weather was lovely while it lasted.

Also, if you want to share these posts, just click on the post you want and there’s now a share button at the bottom! Imagine that, ‘puter dino me is up to date with techno-stuff.

on the heels of feeling technologically advanced for my usual baseline…I’m gonna try to upload a new pic with new software, so here goes…

oh. grrrr. Resizing these photos is going to become an “adventure”? More like misadventure it would seem. Okay. I’ll get things figured out. This is nuts…Try again?

Here’s a pic of BB made to look like an oil painting! Oooo. There’s all kinds of play-around stuff on the software. But resizing a photo is going to take practice..

Dignity Restored…by Lisa Harmon

You won’t see this everyday, Danes in water willingly! From “Lookout Danes” in GA.

I finally got a chance to bring up a frustration of many Dane owners–how do ya get them to swim!! I’ve had one Dane, just one, who liked water enough to get in on his own. It would seem that Danes generally don’t like getting wet.

But swimming is the all around best exercise for a Dane–they can use their muscles but pressure is off their joints. Old Danes, puppies, Danes with joint problems, and even just Danes who’s owners want to keep them fit without risking wear n tear on their loves benefit from water exercise.

Most Danes though would rather turn inside out and walk on their tails than get their feet wet. Kenai’s online buddy, Otis, had left a comment a post or two ago about learning to like water. I’ll just copy it here:

The big exception is ‘feeding the fish’. It’s a communally played game at the dog park to throw pieces of dog cookie into the creek for the dogs to wade out and catch.  The original purpose of the game was to lure not-very-water-enthusiastic dogs *ahem, Otis* a little bit deeper in an effort to wash off sand/mud/general nastiness before going back to the car.   

Otis was terrible at it at first (most dogs struggle a bit, it is a challenge to find half of a small dog biscuit bobbing in the current before it can zip past, especially if there is competition) but now he runs for the creek and wades eagerly out, stakes out a fishing spot (within his ‘safety zone’), and happily spends long minutes scanning for and scooping up cookie after cookie…

Thankfully it worked for Otis, the “feeding the fish” game. Watching other dogs get “his” treats, maybe? If you have a dog or your dog’s play buddies that likes water, you may have a certain amount of leverage. What’s that phrase, ‘power of the pack’?

Encouraging and rewarding the water games when they are puppies may be the best way to set the habit though. I’ve never had much luck getting my Danes to wade in, but I’ve never actively started working on it when they were tiny, either.

I imagine the puppy water sports intro is the same as anything else you introduce a puppy to: start small, big rewards, lots of fun, short duration. Mind you I have little experience with introducing water, but if you’ll allow me to base my thoughts on basic principles, I’ll have a go at making a plan.

START SMALL

Rather than expecting the pup to paddle in the kiddie pool first thing, or just put them in to sink or swim…introduce water in smaller ways. Get a foot wet in the sink or maybe a bowl. If they don’t seem to notice or care about the sensation, that’s great!

If they do seem to dislike it, swish their foot around in the water and make a happy fuss over it. Let them have the bestest of best treats during and after. You want to create a good association with water strong enough to overcome their resistance.

You could lure a puppy to walk in a puddle with something they really love, like a bone or a super snazzy treat. Let them watch you or their coolest play pal playing around and swimming–if the seem to want to jump in with ya or better yet, get a foot in or two in, give them a great reward but don’t push em.

You want the pup eventually to get in on their own and enjoy it. Once you can get a little nonchalance about the sensation of feet in the water, try getting other body parts wet. Use a dripping hand towel while they’re eating to wet the tail or the tush.  

Bit by bit, get your puppy accustomed to being wet without objection.

LOTS OF FUN

Some pups, the more exciting and high energy an activity is the more they like it. For these tots, supply all the excitement they want–toys to pounce on in the kiddie pool, splish splash with you in the puddles. Whatever interests them, go with it.

Other pups, more reticent ones, will have the opposite reaction to the excitement. If your pup is feeling pressured, you need to make it a quieter, more relaxing event. Make getting a little wet here and there part of their brushing time if they enjoy being brushed.

Or have a little ‘baby massage’ while they stand in just enough water to wet their feet. Try to associate anything that relaxes and reassures them with feeling wet. Some puppies who like “Thundershirts” or calming music will be less disturbed about the soaking toes.

SHORT DURATION

The less your puppy likes the water, the shorter the duration and more frequently you should do these things. Puppies have short attention spans, and are easily distracted so they don’t stay in one place very long. But if being wet is just part of their normal day, they will probably get used to it. 

If you are able to “sandwich” the quick water work between say, chewing a bone and chasing a ball, they might hardly object at all. Or between eating and napping, where wet will just seem to be part of the relaxing ritual of getting ready for a nap.

MOVING UP TO A SWIM

Bit by bit your pup should grow to like water, and if you’ve gotten wetting them down to be okay, try luring them to get their feet into water on their own. Once you can get them to step into the creek or walk into the lake just a little, you’ve got a foot in the door!

The same principles apply to deeper water–start small, not expecting them to suddenly go in over their heads. Reward any moves they make about going out deeper like they are being crowned king. Let them come out and go in as they choose too, so you don’t set off a flight response if they get spooked.

Use all your resources, like the feed-the-fish game that got Otis to jump in. Take advantage of other dogs they like that like to swim. Use the lawn sprinkler and a game of chase me chase you. Be creative and learn to read your puppy’s signals.

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Back at the fort…I’ve started the boys on a product called “Total-Zymes” to see if it can improve their digestion. My hope was to get them back on at least some kibble and stop the chronic die-in-the-rears. It’s been more than a week now.

The 1 pill per meal dose with 1/2 cup of kibble and 2 deboned chicken leg quarters seems to have really done the trick. They have normal stools finally. But when I tried 2 pills and a full cup of kibble they started the itching and body odor again, as they did back when they were on pancreatic enzymes.

So I backed down to 1 pill and 1/2 cup again. And gave them a Kandida-plex supplement for a couple days to knock the yeast overgrowth down. The local Ace Hardware had Taste of the Wild kibble which is what I’m starting out with.

Sometime soon I’m going to get a small bag of EVO red meat for them, and see if that improves their coats as it had in the past. Got my fingers crossed, tinkering again with their food!

Kenai’s old game of ‘messin with sasquatch’ has reappeared and reinvented itself. Where once it was the master bath as a venue, it’s now the kitchen in our new house.

Starts off the same though–boy feels the need to complain about something. Then Mom, whose nightie is just barely in the pic but threatened me if I put the rest of her in…

Mom makes faces and funny noises at the Brown Bellyacher. He begins with whar whar and moves on to ah-roo.

The foot’s been known to stomp, too. The tail is always going (wagging mostly to the right means happy). There is the occasional high pitched yip, which gives the opportunity to tell him he barks like a girl…

This then moves along to ‘mockin your manliness’, and my rubbing his tush brings on flamigo puppy two-stepping. All of which intensifies the need to backtalk considerably.

The barks begin. You know, the ones with a shock wave. Dane owners know ’bout that one. That’s how he gets his ab workout.

Pilates for Pups?

Before ya’ve had enough of mockin him, the Golden Grump decides he must restore confidence in his manliness. Let the snitching games begin. Anything he can steal.

Or at least anything he can steal and not get in hot water. Slippers on your toes are the usual target. Hand towels and socks are in peril of death by Dane.

Since re-establishing messin with sasquatch in our new kitchen, Toffee Toots has found the stash of ‘babies’ to be washed.

Thus Boy rescues a toy and trots off like his monarchy has been restored. He doesn’t play for long, but makes the most of the time he does.

A boy can take in silence only so many affronts to his dignity…

BB of course is having kittens in the living room, looking between door and window for the herd of saber toothed tigers gonna get us. He once even peeked in the closet, just in case. Ya never know; they could be hiding in coat pockets.

I’m so glad special K’s rediscovered his fun if noisy game. It’s a blast! What a stinker, the pointy eared half of the Brother’s Grin.

A Little Secret To Life…by Lisa Harmon

BB bud is back on his feet, 3 yrs

A new post is loooonnggg overdue here. It’s been shall we say challenging at our house since May 24th. That was the Tuesday young master BB helped himself to half of a 10lb bag of chicken leg quarters, bones and all.

Since causing him to vomit it up increased the risk of damage to his esophagus, we began the 24/7 BB watch. I took the night shift and slept all day, save for feeding times. The vet said to feed him, so I did.

By Friday I was sick of sweating pints of blood over his not being able to toots. He was still perky and all, no signs of distress but enough. He doesn’t show distress till darn near dead. So to the vet he went for x-rays. An hour later he was in surgery.

The BB watch continued over the Memorial Day weekend, and he was improving nicely until late Monday. All of a sudden the incision line was huge, ugly red, and draining like a garden hose. All night I sweat more blood and started calling the vet at 7 am Tuesday.

His suture line was infected, and we switched anitbiotics. He was humpback puppy for awhile, until the subcutaneous fluids absorbed. I upped the frequency of carpet scrubbing on hands and knees with clorox, immensly grateful this new house is much smaller.

The BB watch continued.

Finally, 10 days after it all began, BB’s eyes were bright again, his newest scar looked much better, and little boy actually wanted to play once more. I had the world’s worst bender for sleep, lemme tell ya. Thursday night I took my medicine and went to bed with the other half of the Brother’s Grin.

I’d forgotten what luxury clean sheets are when you’re sleepy!

Kenai, poor Kenai, endured boredom galore with my daytime snoozing. There was no outside time to speak of, though he’s developed a taste for speaking of it. Brown gets indignant and tells off his Grammy when she teases and mocks him–the evolution of messin with sasquatch time.

Friday morning was all outside. So outside even the beautiful butt boy went inside before me! ‘Course it was suddenly very hot and humid compared to the week before. I guess K don’t care for being damp without the bath too.

There’s an excellent post about exercise at http://www.theotherendoftheleash.com/ The premise is that some exercise ‘wakes up’ the dog, stimulating them more than tiring them. AMEN, YES I KNOW!!

A 30 minute walk with a terrier just don’t have the same wear-me-out potential for a Great Dane. They are couch potatoes by nature, but even miles of walk is really just the appetizer course for the big dogs. Same-o for the smaller but fiestier dogs.

A walk outside the home turf is stimulating; new smells, new dogs, new sounds, new people. How many of you find that “the walk” intended to tire the dog satisfactorily discover they’re actually harder to deal with during and after?

Not brought up directly is the effect of having to crate a dog during the day while you’re at work. Many crated dogs build up frustration in addition to missing you and boredom, with negative consequences for them mentally as well as physically if not given the chance to release that energy when you come home.

My suggestion for dogs that come alive rather than chill because of the walk? Find a mentally and physically draining exercise for them before you pick up the leash. Fetch the t-ball, earn the frisbee toss, swim down the floating Kong…games, interactive games, that make them use their heads as well as muscles are the trick.

I stress interactive too. Notes from the Kenai 101 class: leave him to entertain himself and he ignores you later too…

One thing I love the post mentioning is an “off switch”. All dogs need to know when to call it quits and settle themselves. So many dogs never learned to chill, even after being soundly exercised. Anyone have a toddler that won’t take their naps? Usually means trouble later.

It is the same with dogs. All creatures need to relax, to have down time or they live in this hyper-drive state of constant overstimulation. In homes where the family is always noisy, running about, doing this and that until they drop from exhaustion, the people are as overstimulated as the dog!

Pups get cranky, they get underfoot, they get in trouble if left that way. So do the people. Like I said, we all need to know how and when to relax. Having fibromyalgia and CFS/ME, believe me I have learned to listen to the body and brain’s warnings about overstimulated states.

The good thing here is Danes are also masters of the totally relaxed doggie state, particularly if encouraged/rewarded for relaxing and being quiet as puppies. How something than bony can turn to rubber when laying on their back on the couch…

The lips hang off to the side, the long legs sprawl in all directions, and they are nearly paralized by sleepy bugs. That’s the perfect time to snuggle and smooch, since they really can’t get up easily, btw.

Back to the point after wandering a rabbit trail:

Take a cue from your dogs. If an activity wires you up, leaves you drained but not satisfied, wears you out unpleasantly or just has a sense of frustration to it, ask yourself if it’s worth it.

We’re all so busy, we all run here and there, and it can be difficult to just STOP. With the economy and general state of things, anxiety will run you over if you don’t learn to stop regularly, to pare down to the essentials, if only for the emotional benefits.

My stop is imposed by the punishment of over-exertion and stress. Yet it was an immeasurably valuable lesson.

Dogs take vacations every day, the location varying according to if the couch has gotten lumpy or if the sheets need changing. There’s a pattern of something fun and exciting followed by a solid snooze. Excited then relaxed is what they and we are built for. Balance.

It’s hard to do when trying to make ends meet and referee the tweenie tantrums, no doubt. But lemme pass on a secret about this: it’s not the time you have, it’s how you see the time you spend. An all work and no play deal.

You don’t need a yatch or a beach–lesson from the dog here–are you only seeing the to do list you can’t keep up with and the phone bill killin the budget? Did ya notice the peonies are blooming? Is the grass needs cutting taking over the sensation of sunshine on your skin and warm summer breezes?

You get the idea! Like in clicker training, life is enjoyed most when finding what’s good and despising not the little things. So turn off the worries and must do, and find the tiny pleasures in the chores!

Friendly or Fresh…by Lisa Harmon

I’ll do anything not to come when called…Kenai 3 yrs

If Kenai could pass a law…rain would only be allowed overnight. There would be no less than 2 car rides a week. Oh, and a lifetime supply of buffalo ‘crunchies’ (Bravo freeze dried treats) would be mandated.

I doubt he would have seperate laws pertaining to different sizes, ie little dogs get to bite and big dogs don’t. Nor would he be likely to care about breeds–there wouldn’t be any “no pitbulls allowed” signs.

The neat thing about dogs, that is both admirable and hard for us humans to do, is they simply take other dogs for who they are right now. They don’t ask for lifestories, nor take much notice of the costume a human put the dog in. Identification is by smell; medical history, mood, social standing is part of the ID.

Probably how particular their human is discerned by smell  too, according to how much anit-doggie-odor perfume has been applied. And given some of those aforementioned costumes, you know they must think some of us 2 leggeds to be utterly deranged…

When dogs “judge”, they do it only to understand how a mood, a health condition, (a deranged human), is going to affect the relationship between them and another. Good or bad never enters the thinking. Just: how are we going to get along together? If there was to be a sign put up by law, it would be along the lines of “no ill manners allowed”.

Which begs the question then, what do dogs see as ill manners?

What we see as ill-mannered is not the same as what dogs consider bad form. They’re fine with a warning growl to a dog that won’t take the body language hint. They are cool with a good hard nip on a dog causing an uproar.

Peeing on furniture is no big deal to them, unless king or queen of the heap just peed there. Only young puppies should act like puppies (they get away with murder at that age). Older dogs should act their age. They really mean that.

One thing that might surprise us: what we see as “friendly” can actually be huge big ugly rude and outta hand. Kenai has a bad habit of “friendly”. A bad bad habit of “friendly” with other dogs.

Seriously, if a total stranger ran up to you in a hurry, put their hands all over you, chased you to a corner, and wouldn’t get outta your face…regardless of whether they mean harm or not, you’d tell ‘em to shove off, and none to gently wouldn’t you?

We think often it’s fun to have a grown dog act like an excitable puppy their whole life. How often have you seen a dog just run up to another and skip the intro, trying to play with them? It may be altogether innocent, but it is so very disrespectful.  

The offended dog growls, and he’s the one who gets in trouble. Makes no sense to the four-legged folks. They’re just telling their tormentor to respect the “rules”.

Big dog or little dog matters not in terms of what’s rude and what ain’t in canine thought. We have a tendency to believe “all over you friendly” is adorable in say, a lab, but not so adorable in a Rottie. Who wants to be love mauled without so much as a how-do-ya-do?

A Maltese or a Terrier chasing and nipping doesn’t evoke the same emotional reaction in us as a bulldog chasing and nipping. We sorta “expect” that from the little dogs, and if by mutual consent, it’s play. A game of nip and swat is very common, and fun.

But not all dogs will consent, and we can forget it really is awful manners in that context. Dogs are fine with a cattle dog herding cattle, but not all dogs are not so fine with a cattle dog herding them. Makes sense: some people like to wrestle about, others don’t. 

Maybe we just need to see unwanted play on a bigger scale (maybe scarier) to not like it after all? For dogs, though, breed and size makes no real difference–if it ain’t cool for a bully breed dog, it ain’t cool for any dog.

Maybe dogs expect a recognition of who they are before any real interaction like play takes place, which is understandable. We want our bodies and mood to be shown some respect by others at first meeting, yes? For some reason, we can forget to allow our dogs the same.

So Kenai finds his oversized boy self leashed and turned around on a stay when he gets “friendly” (aka fresh). If invited to horse around, he’s set free. Until of course, he gets too rough or won’t let the other dog catch their breath. He’s good at that one too.

I really, REALLY, should have found a furry momma diva to beat my Tank up everyday when he was little…my bad.

***

I have run into the problem: after a month the carpet has the distinct odor of dog. My attempt to prevent via vacuming, spraying with Nature’s Miracle,  and steaming hasn’t panned out. (I’m gonna have to buy a carpet shampooer.)

Tried spraying bleach solution on the carpet then steaming, but not so effective. Same with spraying Nature’s Miracle then steaming. Ditto with spraying Lysol then steaming. It ain’t workin out. (I’m gonna have to by a shampooer).

Tues morning I even tried putting the Nature’s miracle in the steam mop. Sure the steam mop company would have apoplexy if they knew…The idea of scrubbing that carpet on my hands and knees like I used to do with the area rug; uh, no. Chronic Fatigue is too bad. (I’m gonna have to buy a carpet shampooer.)

One thing that I tried Tues afternoon was putting the Lysol in the steam mop and that seemed to do the trick. We’ll see if it’s just temporarily covered the smell come morning. The nose in the carpet test seemed effective in the bedrooms anyway.

Have you come to the conclusion that I’m gonna have to buy a carpet shampooer? Would you please tell me the obvious, ’cause I don’t want to use my veggie garden money on something else AGAIN. Argghhh. A couple hundred bucks is a load of soil, durn it.

No, I knew I’d need one, but I was hoping to wait until midsummer when the money crunch let up some. And after the kitchen and bath has been redone. I’m not looking forward to the dogs’ day long freak outs with construction workers stomping about, but…

We’ve asked for a bid since I would like a gas range, and a wall oven so I don’t have to bend over and lift the 10 pounds of chicken I’m roasting every day. There will be a pantry added too, as I’m planning on canning this summer and fall.

And there’s no reason to waste the 18″ between the existing upper cabinets and the ceiling. The cabinets are too small all over–can’t even fit a stock pot through the doors. Mom will get at least one or two lighted upper cabinets for the china, as well as a raised dishwasher and bigger sink.

I’ve also asked to build a “false wall” behind the base cabinets so I can have an additional 6″ of counter depth. The plan is to leave the appliances out, like a stand mixer, breadmaker etc. That spares me some more bend over and lift without eating up all the counter space for bringing in groceries or food prep.

All this will be done from the proceeds of the auction April 30th. If anyone is inclined, prayers for big money would be eternally appreciated! The remainder of profit will be our financial resources. If it’s a bust, we’ll be in trouble in the not too far off future.

***

Friday morning, Kenai will have met another rough playing pup! Lisa the trainer does a day care thing some mornings, and she has a shepherd pup that is wilder than Brown! We’re gonna see how they do together.

Wouldn’t it be funny if the pup turns the half ferile tables on Sir I’m Bigger Than You? I would have to enjoy that, mean mommy that I am…see how you like it my little love. Taste of his own medicine?

Today though, the Golden Grizzly gets a shortie car ride to the “people vet” for my shot. His knees have been sore lately, from lack of exercise thanks to the endless rain. We had a few hours of sunshine yesterday, then it was back to t-storms again.

So many towns are flooded here…15″ of rain in 4 days, with 3″ more on the way. Our little house has fared fine, thankfully, but ya gotta feel sorry for all the folks whose homes have been damaged. Ah, it’d just make ya sick to see your home wrecked and family displaced.

Well, it’s shower time for me, so I don’t look like the wreck of the Hesperes when I go out the door! Rocky and Bullwinkle say helloww!

Doorbell A La Mode…by Lisa Harmon

 

ahhhhh, finally the boy gets a nap, Kenai 3 yrs

I came across a new service dog evaluation system. Several big name SD programs use this now, called CARAT. http://flyingdogpress.com/component/option,com_frontpage/Itemid,1/. I’d like to learn more about this and puppy raising in general, of course. It would seem I need to attend a seminar to get the nuts and bolts of CARAT.

I did however find some fabulous articles on training: http://flyingdogpress.com/content/category/4/13/97/ with a whole slew of topics. The first one I hit on was rewards, lures, and bribes seeing as Kenai can be tough to reward. It talks about the 4 major influences on rewards (timing, intensity, variety, and frequency).

Then I read the “Hard to Train” and she’s condensed everything I’ve learned from Kenai!

Dog training/puppy raising is both ridiculously simple and ridiculously complicated. How they learn is filtered many times, through hardwired dog-style, inherent breed traits, and individual personality. They do not live in the same sort of world that we do, and to really “get it”, ya have to think like a dog. Not so easy, sometimes!

What was easy? The Brothers Grin’s training session: it went very well Tuesday! Kenai is totally unaffected by the doorbell outside, and knocking inside now. He’s gotten downright nonchalant when hot and tired. And the rattling of a measuring tape, sliding drawers, and service techs too.

BB really seemed to catch on to the doorbell game. Outside he rarely reacts to it. We haven’t tried inside yet, since there is the occasional little woof. He had his supper out on the front porch, as the bell rang and the door muffled the sound a bit.

A sort of doorbell a la mode turkey dinner for BB, who is no longer a “Beluga Butt” boy, getting skinny on the exercise regimen. One or two woofs was all (didn’t your mother teach you not to bark with your mouth full?), even with the door open so the sound carried better.

The weather is supposed to turn cold again, (almost 90F to snow?!!!) so it may be BB’s lunch that goes out of doors rather than breakfast or supper later in the week. Al fresco ain’t so much fun in layers of fleece, at least to me.

BB wouldn’t care about wearing his coat, but Kenai has the most indignant expression when it gets near him, the man-snob. He gets this look on his face, “DO I LOOK like a Yorkie to you?” …

Getting back on the subject, doorbell ala mode is a great idea to change Beeb’s association to the doorbell sound–he’s the world’s original chow hound. Enthusiastic to say the least about meals, and food in general. BB is going to morph into a Pavlov doggie…

Kenai is greatly enjoying his time out in the backyard, and now he has the room really build up a head of steam on the way by–harder to get the tushie! Goosing the golden grizzly requires treachery these days, he he. I wait for him to be engrossed in something, then GOTCHA!

When not running too hard for his skin to keep up, which has an eerie similarity of appearance to a reporter standing out in a hurricane (why exactly do they do that?)…Brown is something of a straight line wind, where as little bro is more of a Zen Master of Zig n Zag.

Anway, Kenai does present a gorgeous picture when someone pulls into the drive: a big beautiful boy all alert and stacked. He hears long before he sees, thanks to that mobile radar installation on his head. My once upon a time fruit bat pup now fits into those ears. 

He barks until he recognizes the person, which I’m cool with as it’s just an alert bark, rather than a panic bark. Once he knows who it is, he’s all happy and wiggles. I’ll get a pic of it when Lisa turns in tomorrow morning. (Bragging ‘mom’, I know)

It’s amazing the difference the new house made in allowing the brothers to get along together. They are together all the time now, save at night when they split to sleep with their humans. And as soon as Special K and I get up, BB wants up too! Not gonna happen with night owl Mom.

There is one sleepy time though the boys share: my afternoon nap. Mom’s usually puttering about, cleaning or emptying a box, so Beebs likes to come in and crash on the carpet. Kenai of course believes the floor beneath him to be beneath him…no, he just likes my bed and being close. We’ve always napped together, and that continues.

Wednesday started off hard, for me at least. Not only out of Lyrica for the fibro, but a deep low pressure system gonna hit Thursday. Ouch. Still, the show goes on, with their trainer coming at 9 am. Kenai seems to be feeling it too, poor guy.

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http://hearingelmo.wordpress.com/ had a good blog about hyper-vigilance. As opposed to simple awareness. I’m definitely hyper-vigilant, anxious, and anticipating what could cause a problem for me next. I feel vulnerable almost everywhere I go but home, even though the truely “bad” experiences are not too frequent.

Probably, at least with me, the bad experiences stemming from a disability don’t have to be frequent. It’s the helplessness ya feel that gets you, and psychologists have suggested that a sense of helplessness is one of the most important factors in the development of PTSD and anxiety disorders.

As usual, Denise simply and clearly explains the “unspoken” beauty of a service dog–not so much the tasks they do as the fact they are there and can be relied on. How many times since my special K had to be pulled from public have I longed for those warm strong shoulders at my hip…

It is hard to explain that loss of confidence after the onset of a disability to someone else. It’s often just a generalized feeling, that underlying fear you could be hurt or humiliated by something that another person could just shake off.

Not to “wallow”, but I’d like to pull out the several years of pre-med studies in my college years, and add to it what I’ve learned from research and documentaries about the workings of anxiety and PTSD in our brains.

After a traumatic event, the bulk of that feeling of vulnerability lies mostly below the surface, just beneath conscious thought. And out of the reach of reason. The limbic system, a deep and primative part of the brain, is what controls the fight or flight switch.

The limbic system also has a bit of kill switch for the frontal lobes, which allow us to analyze and control impulses. It can literally overpower our reason and re-evaluation of something that has startled or disturbed us.

In people with post traumatic stress and anxiety disorders, the limbic system is enlarged and overly active, and the inhibitory areas of the brain are less active than someone without anxiety. So when the limbic system in our brains is in a chronically heightened state, we have a problem with hypervigilance.

It is stunning the difference a dog makes in the lives and brains of PTSD sufferers and anxiety. As Denise pointed out in her blog, her blood pressure has gone down. She has been able to place some of the responsibility of recognizing what is a danger and what is not to Chloe!

The same effect is measurable in combat vets. A dog isn’t a total cure all, mind you. The person has to come to trust that service dog before they can really have the benefits an SD provides. Denise and Chloe are an A-1, top shelf example of trust aquired.

I’ve felt it myself, one dark winters night when the outdoor light went out. There I was, in the dark, hearing coyotes and movement in the field all around me: the chest tightened, my hands shook, my eyes darted everywhere trying hopelessly to peirce the darkness…

Right at the edge of panic. And Kenai had to go whiz, badly. I had no escape other than teach him to hit the toilet better than most men. Big Brown…I held his collar and let him lead, not a moment’s guide dog training either. When the light sensor switch the flood back on?

My golden boy had stopped me in the exact place I always stood, not one foot short, not one foot beyond. He knew, he could see, I was safe. There was a palpable relief, and a release. The fear fell away like the snow off the cedars.

I would still feel some tension outside in the dark after that, but a deep breath and a check with Handsome kept me from that grip of terror from then on. If his nightvision and keen ears didn’t find what was around us dangerous, then it was okay.

I’ve felt myself relax when crowds began to “close in” and jostle, because Kenai took it upon himself to lean into people too close and it made them move away some. Wouldn’t you if a dog that big gave you just enough of rump bump to make you notice your proximity?

That is the near miracle of an SD, the deep and primal trust in their vastly better senses. Their eyes are better than any humans, better than the sight a person has lost ever was. Their hearing is tremendous, and no human could match it.

A dog allows you to relax, and you realize just how uptight you had become without fully noticing. Wonderous and breath-taking that another creature can have such a profound effect on us!

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