Suggestions, Anyone?

It has been so long since I posted… Here is something of an explanation, or perhaps excuse, as to why. http://lymeisafourletterword.com/2013/05/06/itsalwaysthedarkestbeforethesunrises/ another link here to the co-infections, three of which I’m fighting now, with at least one other chronic infection undiagnosed but symptoms like a mycoplasma. http://lymedisease.org/lyme101/coinfections/tick_chart1.html With both parents exposed to agent orange in Vietnam, and my late father coming back from his second war with Gulf War Syndrome… it’s a wonder I’m not more ill than I am, I guess.

934108_456917237728109_346240992_nI have imposed an unspoken restriction on this blog, by trying to keep it about dogs and not myself. This is a blog about my physical health, if you’d like to go there. http://beatinglyme.wordpress.com/

As for this blog, I don’t have a dog now, and my physical/emotional issues have overwhelmed me. So I haven’t felt like there was much for me to post about, ya know?

But there has been a silent prodding to find my voice again. The sentiment this picture relates affects me deeply, too deeply to ignore. Just the idea of another creature seeing me with absolute love…

I miss having a dog. But the idea of a puppy is more than a little intimidating! Still, I miss a big love crashed on the bed with me, or out in the garden guarding it from butterflies and squirrels!

Since my voice has dried up a bit, YOU tell me what you’d like me to write about. Sometimes it just takes a place to get started. If you’ve hung on all this time with me, (I hope most have), then you are a trusted friend imo. Suggest a place for me to re-start, if you would, and I’ll happily run with it…

A Little Bit of Loss, Reality, and Hope

All the posts and pages I’ve written since mid-February have been the outlines of a training plan to take my next Great Dane from puppy to adult service dog.

I’ll have the pages up and ready for me to see and use when another pup comes into my life. There will be a record of how well or how sideways what I try goes too!

Just as it did for my beautiful Kenai, this blog will become less academic plan, and more learning, laughing, and probably a tear or two here and there.

I’ve written alot, trying to incorporate everything I’ve read and learned since I began this blog 4 years ago. There’s always so much to learn, and I’ve been lucky to find several very good blogs and websites in those 4 years. A mere 3 of my favs:

http://www.sue-eh.ca/page24/page26/page10/

http://www.clickertraining.com/

http://smartdog.typepad.com/

But for all I’ve written, I’m not even finished writing about the first 16 weeks of their life. There’s still more about socializing, more about using scent and visual and sound stimuli to help them learn, more about obedience like come and down and wait.

There’s so, so, ridiculously SO MUCH work to put into a puppy before the 16 week window closes! It’s an almost 24/7 thing to get an SD candidate’s habits and ability to learn stimulated. If they’re awake, they’ll be “play learning”. It’s alot of interaction.

As I’ve written and realized how much there is for them to learn in that short time, the more I realize I’m not physically up to the challenge just yet. I can go 2 days without an afternoon nap, but 3 days and I’m a wreck; muscle pain from FMS, joint inflammation from Lyme, exhaution from CFS…

The biggest challenge I will have with a new puppy will be my chronic fatigue. Writing out this training outline has helped me resist the urge to get another pup too soon, because I know I would short-change their early development. I wouldn’t be able not to.

But writing out this plan has been theraputic for me too. Yes, probably a little compulsive, or maybe a lot compulsive. Working through the loss of both Kenai and BB, after such a long and headstrong fight to keep them longer…well.

I suppose the amount of writing about the future is equal to the amount of missing my late dear boy loves in the present. I’m hoping even without having a puppy to work with, what Kenai and BB taught me about dogs and life itself will still be a help and inspiration to someone else.

Not to mention these posts creating discussion and hearing the thoughts of the more experienced, more skilled than me. I post these to Facebook, on this page: https://www.facebook.com/GiantBreedServiceAndTherapyDogs?ref=tn_tnmn

I hope with all the FB friends I have, many of whom are excellent trainers and such, I’ll hear their ideas and glean some more wisdom from them. I hope folks share these posts, because I know how hard it is to train your own service dog, and how little help is available without paying more than most of us can afford.

So everything I know is right here for free. Everything I learn gets put in here for free.

You can help by sharing these posts and pages (if you don’t see a share button on a post, click on the name of the post and go back down. The share button will be there). Pass it around and throw it back to me with other people’s post-it notes too!

Selecting Just The Right Pup

I am afflicted with incurable Dane love, this I know. So a future puppy I would pick to owner/train as my next service dog would naturally be a Great Dane. Aside from a life long love affair with the breed, they also have the size and physical strength for what I need in an SD.

I won’t say I’m fat (I am), I’ll just call it “well insulated”!

I began to formulate a guideline for myself, for choosing a future Great Dane service dog in the last post. The place I started was knowing 1) what I would need from an SD, 2) what I would want but could do without from an SD, and 3) how breeders can give a puppy a head start before they are 8 wks old and coming home with me.

This post is the next step: selecting the puppy that is just right for what I will be asking of them. When I go to pick a puppy, I will be looking for is first and formost a natural attentiveness. Other vital criteria are curiosity, tenacity, calmness, and quickness to learn. Most all puppies have that, but I’m looking for those things in near raucus abundance.

Puppies change, going through stages of development just like humans do. So a puppy will not be the same “person” when they are an adult. Just because a puppy can learn a sit or a down fast doesn’t mean they will do it so easily later on.

An 8 wk old puppy hasn’t been “trained” yet, so what is most visible about them is their innate nature.That is why when I look at a puppy, I am watching for inborn habits, the deeper personality traits that will later result in a behavior that I have “trained”.

The next posts will be how to build, encourage, and shape each of these traits in a new puppy once they are home with me. But they gotta have the tendency to build on, and I have to recognize them in an 8 wk old puppy. As well as “catch” the subtle red flags of a tendency that would make training them harder.

ATTENTIVENESS:

A puppy that would rather play with littermates than hang with me isn’t going to have the innate desire to attend to my needs and wants 24/7, which is an essential part of the work drive of an SD. If the most commonly seen side of a puppy you’re considering is his backside, think again.    I spent a huge amount of time trying to build on my late Kenai’s attentiveness, with limited success. Take it from me, you don’t want to consider a puppy that isn’t a “people person”!        The puppy that leaves a good romp with his or her littermates to come see me is the single most important quality I’m looking for. There isn’t much you can’t teach a dog that wants to interact with you.

After all, how do you train a dog that isn’t paying attention?  So the puppies in the litter that happily and repeatedly come to me, or follow me, even paw me for attention make the candidate list right away!

CURIOSITY:

Puppies are naturally curious little tots, and that’s exactly what a future service dog needs to have. A willingness to pick up, mouth, swat around, and generally interact with anything in their environment morphs into a dog that will have a big skill set.

Selecting canned veggies at a store, pulling out a pan lid, putting dirty clothes in a washer, or finding a bench in a park without my direction are not typical activities of a companion pet. But a puppy that’s willing to adjust to the taste and texture of metal, willing to get their nose into a cabinet, or plays hide and seek can learn those tasks more easily.

Tugging games later become opening the fridge, or hauling a hamper to the laundry room. They will be inclined to pull up covers to help make a bed, or to open and close doors with a strap.   Nosing toys around is where I can start to teach how to turn the lights on or off in a room. Or hitting the automatic door buttons, and even the elevator buttons. A curious puppy enjoys knowing they can affect their environment, and likes to do it.

CALMNESS:

What I don’t want is a super high energy puppy, a nervous and shy puppy, or an easily excited puppy. I have chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS), Lyme disease, and fibromyalgia (FMS). The pain and exhaustion of those conditions means I can’t properly exercise or provide continual activity to a very high energy dog.

Nor will I have the energy for the extra socializing a shy pup will require. A sensitive puppy has potential as an anxiety or medical alert dog, but my physical limitations kinda rule out an extra sensitive little one.   Most Danes are sensitive to their person’s emotional state anyway, so why go too far in that direction if it makes more work for me?

An easily excited dog will have trouble remaining calm and focused in higher stress environments like shopping malls. Which is precicely where I need them to be calm and focused. I do encourage and reward puppies for being calm and quiet, but again, it’s more work if they’re turning into Scooby on you!

So a confident, chilled out fella is the man for me. A puppy that is happy to lay at my feet when nothing’s going on is what I want. His working life will have long down stays while I eat out, or watch a movie. He will have to enjoy the frequent naps and lay down times I need, too.

One thing I’ve noticed about my past Danes in particular is noise sensitivity, so I watch specifically for startling or lack there of. Socializing helps with that, but I’d like most to start out with a bomb-proof pup.

TENACITY:

Opening a knob handled door is not an easy business for a dog. I don’t necessarily need a dog to, but wouldn’t it be great if they could open a closet door to get the blanket for me? It makes an exellent example for the need of a service dog to be willing to keep at it until they “get-r-done”.

Many SD tasks are what trainers refer to a “complex behavior chains”; in other words, there are many different skills involved in completing a task. For a knob door, they have to use their mouths, tighten their jaws around it, turn their heads far enough for it to release, and pull to open.

Some dogs will naturally put all those steps together. Others will have to be taught and rewarded for each one individually, until they are ready in their own minds to make the chain happen in order. (That’s called shaping, btw).

Like attentiveness, tenacity is an integral part of an SD’s work drive. A certain amount of stubborness is good, at least when it comes to mastering what they want to do.

INTELLIGENCE

I’ve posted in the past about how some breeds learn and understand differently than others. Some by repetition, and some by figuring it out themselves.    These are generalizations of course, but overall, a Great Dane tends to happily learn a bit “on their own”.

By that I mean, left to themselves they will make associations, learn habits, and problem solve without your guidance. After all the breed was created to hunt without human assistance. A great book about training a dog with those habits is “When Pigs Fly”.

But having put so much emphasis on choosing a naturally attentive puppy, I should be able to avoid much of the difficulty I had with my late Kenai about changing his attitudes and associations with situations. Once he made up his mind, that was kinda it if ya know what I mean. (Told ya attentiveness is essential!).

So a pup that learns quickly, both on their own and equally well from me is a very good candidate. Even an 8 wk old puppy can learn a sit in just a few tries. Their memory and quickness improves over time but they can learn the basics really fast at that age.

I would like a puppy that is smart enough to problem solve on their own, to initiate or offer an old behavior in a new place or situation. If they need a little direction at first, that’s fine, but a pup with inititive and a willingness to try what worked “over there” is ideal.

To test for that in a new pup, I simply teach a sit with a reward, then move somewhere else to do it again. After maybe 3 sit lessons, I go to another place and look at them, waiting. If they pop a sit, I reward it really big and get myself some soft, fat baby love. (Best part).

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The next posts will go into more detail, and I’ll be trying to “put together” everything I’ve learned and read over the years now. But this is a big enough order for a little 8 week old!

Senator Kenai and His Bug Eyed Momma…by Lisa Harmon

Kenai voicing his opinion about the late lunch!

August is comin’ in like a blast furnace here, as it is in most of the Midwest: 104F or there abouts all week. Finding entertainment for “dwinkle” n “pinkle” is going to start becoming important soon…the baby gate is back up to seperate them, since they’re determined to go charging through the house and harrass each other.

They need exercise. I need them to have exercise!

A good 12 hour nap every day wouldn’t do me any harm either…

I got a tip from Denise at “Hearing Elmo” blog that a Chronic Lyme flare up can set off sleep problems. Smart lady–I’ve been wondering if it was trying to rear its ugly head with the hurting hands and joints, but wouldn’t have put the insomnia in that corner without it being mentioned.

This bout of bugged-eyed sleeplessness has been especially bad, with no end in sight. A bing search turned up a doc in Columbia MO specializing in Lyme and recurrent Lyme. Much closer than the doc in Cleveland I was using when I could make the drive. Columbia is just 2-3 hours away.

So Monday’s list of must do was a trip to the grocery at first light, Kenai in tow naturally, followed by a call to the new doc’s office for a near 911. Big Brown would do well to have a nice outing, bored as he is, and I leave the car running for the AC so he doesn’t overheat.

 ”Maybe he’ll sleep through the phone call rather than bark at the neighbors” was the hope.

Either he’s not getting the idea of restricting his bark at the neighbor time to outside, or he doesn’t give a fig, can’t decide which (grin). Any car coming or going in the neighborhood sets off the “hounds of Harmonville”.

Truthfully they’ve gotten better about the carrying on when someone comes, so long as they don’t come to the front door. Then it’s a free for all: imagine zoomies with barking and you know. Once somebody’s inside though, they chill out, and often just give a single woof if people come through the garage.

Sometimes I wonder if they just like to hear themselves “talk”? Should Brown run for Congress? (Could he do worse or be noisier than the current litter in DC?) He’d wear a tie without objection, but I have my doubts about the rest of the suit. I’d have to follow him into the men’s room, which might cause a stir, too.

He’d vote for driver’s liscences for dogs, tax any and all cat products, ban “do not walk on the grass” signs, and Service Animals would have carte blanche. He’d also vote for free hamburger, and demand the Senate cafeteria serve everything with real butter. I’d vote for him.

You might be wondering what time it was when I started writing this post, as it’s gettin a little goofy…he he he. Goofy is a way of life when you have Danes!

If this kitchen doesn’t get finished soon I’m gonna be cranky. All but the hood over the range is in and working, but the guys just went off to finish another job. The paint job’s half done, no backsplash, no linen closet, no shelves/lights for seed starting, no lights in the china hutch, no tile behind the range. Grrr.

Uh, Kenny, remember me? Would like to unpack now, since we moved 4 months ago.

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I’ve been slowly reducing K’s kibble, making it up with Bravo Raw Elk meat in hopes of slowing the shed n scratch. Dang but I wanted them back on a kibble, for the budget and the ease. They’re doing pretty good, holding weight and until yesterday had normal “leave-behinds”.

But they’re fighting yeast in the ears and toes, and acting like they have bladder infections again. I’ve ordered some oregano oil and colloidal silver, their Kandidaplex yeast killer, and some detoxifying glutathione from http://www.vrp.com/antioxidants/lipoceutical-glutathione

With any luck that will get all the cooties gone.

Their coats are okay, but shedding. Not thinning but shedding, and I’d like to stop that so they are getting an Omega 3, 6, 9 to their Bravo raw each day. I’ll had just a touch of kibble for Kenai since boy likes his crunchies.

Overall, they’re not in bad shape at all, considering what chronic Ehrlichiosis can look like.

Kenai is getting mouthy, the poop. He’s taken to complaining fairly often, and insisting on his love time. Here’s how the “train a human” session goes: he gets Mom first told, then provides her the opportunity to love and rub. Silly guy!

  

That’s my golden grizzly, wanting his “grammy love”.

He’s a good fella, and awfully tolerant of the heat-induced boredom. Not much outside time, even in the mornings, not when it’s 80F at 7am. So Monday morning’s car ride really scratched his itch!

Big Outside Boy…by Lisa Harmon

Nothin like a new playpen to happy-up a wee one…Kenai 2 yrs

It’s done!! The boy has his-self a lovely, long, leg stretching spot to play! He’s been going out to play twice a day, and he’s in outdoorsman heaven. The AM romp is just me and Brown, mostly to get his fill of sniffing with a little stick chasing for seasoning. Afternoons, he gets his heavier running done with BB gallopoling about outside the “playpen”.

To give you some idea of how much more room he has, here’s a good pic that provide perspective.

We still have the die-in-the-rears with Kenai, and BB is still heaving though it’s not as frequent and uncontrolled overall. I’ve had BB on tylan again, the antibiotic most often used to treat bacterial overgrowths in the small intestine in dogs with pancreatic insufficiency. Typically you’ll see and improvement in a couple days. Beeb’s been on 4 days, and no better.  

Last night BB threw up in his night-time bed, poor guy. We were all asleep so he was stuck with it until morning. He had a bath first thing in the morning, which means I got a bath shortly thereafter. I had crashed hard Thursday night so I’d be in good enough shape for a vet visit today. Sorry BB buds, I slept through it.

Kenai was fasted–I had Doc draw blood for a TLI to check for pancreatic inflammation. Their symptoms are distressingly identical to where we started 2 years ago, so we’re falling back onto the diagnostics that worked best the past couple years. Yeesh…Well suck it up, right?

In addition to the blood draw, Kenai was given a big load of B-12. Hopefully that plus the extra exercise will stimulate his appetite. I can get about 1 meal a day in him, which means he’s only getting 1/3 the amount of food a dog his size needs.

I’m looking into a different brand of raw dog food, since neither of the boys will eat the Nature’s Variety now. I wouldn’t be half surprised if this inflammatory stuff came on because they were “off their feed” for so long. It was the pre-packaged raw that got them off those pancreatic enzymes, after all.

http://www.theotherendoftheleash.com/news-from-apdt has yet another thought provoking subject: how dogs perceive an environment differently than we do.

Given what we know about dogs, as listed by Horowitz: The world, to them, is:

Incredibly smelly — imagine that a simple flower contains a history of the insects that have visited it, the people who picked it, the petal that is dying versus the petal that is just about to reach its peak.

Full of our Knees (go down to your dog’s height and look at the world from there.. boy is it different),

Running at a Different Rate — I love this concept of hers, that scents come and go at different rates than visual signals, disappearing, moving around, full of information about the past in a sensory world that make look the same to us but is constantly changing to a dog. She also reminded us that dogs see at a faster “flicker-fusion” rate than humans, such that their brains divide visual signals into smaller units than do ours. Could it be that they then are quicker to see movements when they begin than we? We do know that they are better at seeing movement than we are…

Full of Details — that may be irrelevant to us, like the scent on the carpet, the slime trail of slugs on a blade of grass.

Evaluated based on how a dog can relate to it: Can it fit in my mouth? Do I chew it or chase it? Just as we see a pencil and a mitten as 2 completely different things, dogs may categorize them as the same; as things that can be picked up and put in the mouth, (or slept on, or rolled in, etc etc). –Alexandra Horowitz

I know, I know, I’m such a doggie-brain egghead…but I enjoy the jolt of  seeing Kenai’s world through his perspective instead of my own. So many unexpected little things that make the two of us live almost literally in different worlds while in the same environment.

The doggie brain egghead stuff started because Kenai made no sense at all to me when his personality did such a major 180. I found myself with a need to figure out his “what, when, where, and most importantly why”. I did have to live with him and there wasn’t a great deal of harmony goin’ on if ya know what I mean.

Kenai was never one to give up his own view of things to see it my way, so it was up to me to switch into his world. But it got so weird–it’s like there was an impenetrable wall between me and him. I didn’t “get” him and he didn’t necessarily care to “get” me.  

“Why did he do that” became a worn out from use phrase in my head! I was hoping to figure out how to understand him as well as develop strategies to inhibit the few behaviors I really didn’t want. Can’t say as I “understand” Kenai all that much better (sigh), and certain haven’t found a way to stop the crazy critter stuff at home.

Still, that highlighted sentence made a peice of the Kenai puzzle click into place: the field may look the same to me after twenty minutes in the same place, but it isn’t to the furball at the end of the leash. I recognized he was detecting who’d touched this or walked over there, but the idea that those smells would move around hadn’t occured to me.

Being a smoker (I know..) I’d seen how the smoke stayed in a certain strata of the air in the room if left uncirculated (about shoulder height for me). It makes sense then that if scent chemicals did the same thing, the smallest little breeze would totally change the way Kenai percieved the environment.

Every step we take in the field creates a different mix of scents for him, and come to think of it, how exciting and interesting that would be (as opposed to boring ol’ me)! Maybe a bit overwhelming, too, after the tick diseases started to affect his brain.

Did the toxins crossing the blood/brain barrier scramble how his brain worked? Or maybe making him hypersensitive to all the scent-changes? I know my Lyme disease and resulting auto-immune syndromes has noticably affected my brain. Especially how much stimuli I can handle before feeling overrun and anxious, not to mention my ability to make connections and associations.

Has it done the same to Kenai? Was say, obedience class back at 6-7 mo more like being dropped in a mad wild circus and told to pay attention anyway? Something as simple to us as “heeling” could be an amazing whirlwind of changing smells, plus all the movement Kenai’s so very sensitive too.

And geez, how much would really thinking about the implications of doggie-perception alter what I expect from Kenai in various situations? Or might I socialize a puppy differently next time, paying more attention to scents and tactile stimulus than the resulting reactions? There’s a myriad of things between me and Kenai that might change?

Hopefully I won’t “lose” this thought-thread in the fibro fog, ’cause there’s some serious tonnage of facets to examine in that thar’ topic…

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Well, my own personal tonnage is still on the hips etc, though it is coming off. Not at any great galloping rate, mind you–more like it’s fighting for it’s life. “Off off darn fat”! And the room change over from sewing room to Kenai’s new bedroom is almost complete. Now there is furniture to move. Ouch, just thinkin ’bout it.

A new bedroom, a new playpen, maybe soon a new food…let’s hope things are looking up from the little boy perspective!   

Billygoats and Sensitive Thugs…by Lisa Harmon

kenai waking up in the early morning light, 18 mo

Hey, a new picture…I actually took one! Kenai waking up the nose, 18 mo

Kenai had a lovely wake up today; he got to go out to the kennel just as the sun was coming up. He’s suddenly not a “morning person”, and has started giving me trouble about eating his breakfast. Lunch and supper is never skipped, but breakfast is being left in the bowl regularly now.

I thought some nose in the grass time, a little exercise, might just stimulate his appetite. He ate. Then refused to even go to the field, let alone poo. So he’s full of it today, and I’m teasing him about being full of it. He backtalks, I tease some more, he gets huffy and gnaws the devil out of his new bone. Stinker!

At least he ate…he can’t exactly go without the calories. When he starts losing weight Kenai can drop a pound or more a day. Maybe I should take him down to 2 meals a day? He gets 6 cups a day spread out into 3 meals. He’d be hungrier in the morning with just 2 meals, in theory at least.

His brother is the total opposite. BB eats like a shop vac. Little bro is getting 8-8 1/2 cups of food a day, and is looking some better. Most days I can only see a rib or two. There’s more muscle on his chest as well. Still, that’s a lot of food. Piglet.

Oh, and BB has a new meaning: billygoat boy. He’s taken to head butting, like some bony sack of silly. I don’t mind when I’m sitting down and it’s part of playtime, but Billygoat Boy phwumps ya if you’re not moving to the kitchen fast enough to suit him.  He’s something else, that pup.

BB stands for many things, by the way; bent bottoms, bugger boy, banana butt, baby boy, and now billygoat boy is added to the list. He has so many nicknames, I can hardly remember them all anymore–he does a goofy every 20 minutes and usually gets a new moniker at least once a week!

OT, I’ve come across some good links about Lyme disease, some of which are symptom lists, and some are studies the of persistant and recurring bouts of active illness my doc refers to as chronic Lyme. http://www.lymeinfo.net/lymefiles.html Here is also a good link about the treatment. http://www.lymenet.org/BurrGuide200810.pdf 

Lyme disease patients can experience symptoms such attention problems, short-term memory loss, depression, panic attacks, personality changes, mood swings, and/or learning disabilities. That’s what’s driving me bonkers right now, in addition to the fatigue and pain.

A link to medical summaries for the neurological effects, http://www.lymeinfo.net/neuropsych.html  

Yeah, I know, the blog is supposed to be about Kenai and his training, but Lyme is a rotten, insidious infection so I’ll stick this under the heading of public service announcement. Ya’ll be careful, use your repellants, okay?

When it comes to Kenai’s training, I’m gonna have to start over with the name games and such: a couple weeks off and we’re back to square one. We took my brother off life support last week, and he’s still lingering poor guy. At least he’s not suffering in any way. He’s got some great nurses.

When he does pass away and the funeral is over, I’ll take another week or two to rest. All the walking and going places the past 19 days…I’m outta juice and on the pain pills again. I’ll gear up and get back to work soon, returning to our usual schedule of play, feeding, practice, and outings.

It’ll probably take a week or two to get Kenai over his sads and sorrows. He’s been crated so much, and had very little run time or attention. He’s a sensitive thug, my wee papoose, and been swinging between cuddly and pouty. Aww. Poor sweetie. Things’ll get normal soon.

What a Wonderful Problem…by Lisa Harmon

boy bottoms...

 

 

 

 

 

 

boy bottoms...

Kenai’s hanging tough, sweet guy. He’s 7 days into a 6 week course of doxacycline, and I think he has just a tiny bit more muscle on his shoulders. He’s gained weight, at least. Of course, it can take a long time to see results so I am keeping a guarded eye on any improvement I see. I’m prone to wishful thinking.

The antibiotic makes him hurt and slightly nauseated, just like it does me. We’re both being treated for tick borne diseases, me with Lyme and him with Ehrlichia, for new readers of his blog. I was hoping he wouldn’t have the pain and nausea from his treatment the way I do.

http://home.earthlink.net/~hawkeye87/Ehrlichiosis%20Page.htm is a very good site for information about Ehrlichiosis, a particularly deadly tick disease. A good site to begin with about Lyme in dogs is http://www.lymediseaseindogs.net/ Anaplasmosis is another tick borne disease that can really wreak havoc. 

I’ve restarted Kenai’s Primal Defense probiotic twice a day to help his tum, choosing that one for it’s supposed ability to control yeast as well. Yeast overgrowths are rotten, and can make a puppy person feel rotten so if he doesn’t have to endure that as well, I’m happy. 

His lovely boy bottom pic above got snapped on Memorial day, after I noticed he was just too quiet. He was up to something, not being on his couch. Ever so silently the big pillow on my bed found itself getting the bull elephant smush treatment.

Why can't I squish the pillow, Kenai 17 mo

“But why can’t I smush your pillows too?” Such pretty boy-wrinkles…He has his own pillows, but everything is funner when it’s a no-no, you know. So he was told to get his own pillow and leave mine alone. Kenai being Kenai, he came up with a solution to the problem.

if I can't squish maybe I can nibble, Kenai 17 mo ”If I can’t smush, maybe I can nibble.”

Tuesday was a busy day, going first to the bank, then the puppy store for kibble (happy), and finally the vet (happier: he gained weight!). I noticed while waiting for the store to open that Kenai was calmer. Not totally relaxed, but overall less tense than he has been the past few months.

He seemed less disturbed by some things like flapping flags, and confident enough to have to be scolded for trying to mark, twice. Hum. That’s a pleasant surprise. Maybe he was just having a good day, so I refused to let my wishful thinking take over! But it sure made me feel good, ya know.

Once home again, I had planned on staying home until Mom and BB came back from their errands. The legs were awfully weak. Didn’t work out that way; after much haggling, I drove and Kenai flew co-pilot for Mom’s errands too. Poor Beebs. I made her promise he’s going out with her Wed or Thursday.

I expected Kenai to start becoming jumpier like he usually does with too much time in public, but he didn’t. In fact he was calm and even inquisitive inside State Farm, at the gas company, and our other stops. We had a four hour outing. Wow! Ouch, too.

Okay, I am absurdly thrilled to have to uh-uh him for checking out off limit things on his own initiative instead of hiding behind me. I gave him a lot more leash than ya would a solid SD in training, didn’t ask him to down or anything. All I wanted was not to pull his leash and help me with curbs or getting up and down.

He did it, too, perfectly fine thank you very much! Atta boy…

Kenai’s far, far away just yet from a serious SD candidate again, but his composure was a big shot in the arm. I knew my master-of-his-universe boy was still in there somewhere, and it was absolutely gratifying to see him not scared of his own shadow.  

And when we got home, he heard a truck and tried heading out front. Ouch some more. He had only his collar, no gentle leader. But he stopped after the leash ran out of room and that was the only yank. The only yank! He stopped on his own and returned to get my fat butt up the back steps when I asked.

It was such a good doggie day I have to be careful not to expect the next day out to be that good! What a wonderful problem to have…

The Skinny on the Skinny boys…by Lisa Harmon

this stick don't play as good, Kenai 17 mo

This stick don’t play as good as my other one…Kenai, 17 mo

Well, it’s official: something WAS hiding beneath the low pancreatic enzymes. Kenai has Ehrlichia, a tick borne disease. He was negative for Lyme and anaplasmosis, and BB was negative for all of the above. How much more accurate the new “snap” tests are than the old titers, I don’t know. But the diagnosis explains the oddities in his blood and urine tests.

Ehrlichia is a dangerous infection, spread by ticks predominantly in the Gulf Coast, Southeast, and Northeast areas of the country. But it’s found all over the world, and anywhere you have lots of ticks, you’re likely to find the various tick borne diseases. SO USE REPELLANTS AND WATCH YOUR DOGS CAREFULLY! Okay, that’s my public service announcement for today…

The first stage of ehrlichia is hard to catch. Usually there’s a fever, mild to moderate, maybe some lethargy, but not much of anything. That’s why you should consider repellants even if you use Frontline or other tick killing medicines. Once the dog is bitten, odds are they’ll be infected, even if the tick dies.  It’s impossible to say when Kenai was infected.

We’ve managed to catch it in the “subclinical” phase on Kenai: low platelet counts, protien in the urine, high globulins, swollen lymph nodes, mild vascular changes in the eyes, and weight loss. There are several strains, and thank God it was found in subclinical stages because if a dog moves into the third stage of the disease (not all do) the mortality is very high.

I don’t know that this explains all of the problems he’s had, like the chronic intermittent diarrhea. But I knew that I knew that I knew something was wrong. “He looks fine to me”…grr. Nobody knows a dog better than their 24/7 humans, ya know?

I didn’t expect a tick disease, and who knows if this is the only thing hiding out under Kenai’s low TLI scores. It doesn’t really explain the chronic diarrhea that comes and goes. Whether or not we’ve found the bottom to Kenai’s health problems, we’re one step closer to getting him back to a healthy bouncing baby boy.

BB was negative for all the tick diseases, but just in case, he is also being treated with doxacycline. The University vets ruled out Addison’s disease as a cause of his extreme thinness, and now we are waiting on hormone tests to see if his undescended testicle has an estrogen producing tumor. 

If so, he loses his half empty pecan and the little nugget they couldn’t find on the ultrasound. It’s hiding out in his abdomen. It’s time anyway for the boys to be neutered, though we don’t have a date to do it yet, since everyone wants them to be in better shape first. Surgery and low platelet counts don’t mix well.

Beebs has a couple weird nipples, and occasional swelling of the mammary glands, which is why they’re looking for estrogen sensitive tumors in him. Bless her heart, Mom is so scared of “the C word”, I’ve been teasing her gently, trying to take the edge off.

“Should we take him shopping for girl clothes?”, and “You know he’s going to go through menopause if they neuter him”, and “we need to buy him some of that progestrone cream” and “He’s a hermaphrodite–that explains his foot fetish”.

Then there’s the fact that BB now stands for “bald belly” too since they shaved it for the ultrasound. And now we know that he’ll dress up in a tutu for halloween. Not to mention he has a terrible sweet tooth. Maybe his “bad days” are just PMS…

Funnies like that. It gets her laughing, and that’s always a bit better than sitting there chewing your nails. Getting up there and back was a 17 hour day, so everyone feels like we have a massive dignity snooze, Kenai 17 mohangover. We’re slowly building back up to our typical low gear pace though.

Kenai’s too dignified to snooze laying down…

***

I’m hoping (and watching) that the doxy isn’t as hard on them as it is on me for my Lyme. But I think it will be. Two days in and Kenai’s showing alot of discomfort. He’s a huggie monster all of a sudden, and some of his joints feel hot. As less than perfect as the tick tests are…

His responses look disturbingly like mine, with the Lyme disease. I wouldn’t be taken aback if a second test in a couple weeks turn up Lyme too. But whatever is there, all the tick diseases are treated with doxacycline or tetracycline. What he’s getting will take care of any of them, though they can recurr at any time. We’ll be watching him forever.

Someone suggested milk thistle as a doggie detox to help, and if Kenai gets to hurting too badly, I can always give him a pain pill. I don’t want to, since pain medicine can actually make your pain sensitivity worse if used long term. But I won’t let him gimp around miserable.

Doxacycline also makes me nauseated, and in dogs they say they lose their appetite, which might be from nausea. Considering they’ve got 6 weeks or more to take their antibiotics…With any luck they won’t have that side effect, but we’ll deal with it if they do.

The vets also want to try a new diet for Kenai, and have to have it shipped to our house. That gives us a few days to see how he handles the antibiotics before switching his food. I have no confidence that the diet will do anything, but I’ll try a bag. Maybe I’m wrong.

How many diet changes have we made, is it triple digits yet? But I’ll try a bag, even just to prove to the vets they’re wrong or prove to myself I’m wrong so shut up and try stuff anyway.

***

I was worried how they would handle the emotional stress, the long drive, the disruption of their routines, being left with strangers…BB got pretty reactive they said, which I expected. He remembered the place, of course, having spent much of his puppy hood there.

He’s definitely more anxious and jumpy now. He’s coming down from it though okay. We’re just sticking to our routines again, and today they need some outside run time. That should help my little hermaphrodite unwind…funny guy.

Kenai was the one I worried most about though, never having been left like that. He was very timid at first, trying to hide behind me while they did the exams and drew blood. After we left, they said he cried some, but warmed up to the techs. He wouldn’t play with them, but he didn’t get all panicked or anything.

I have a permanent growth on my hip now, all 130 pounds of him. He gets very upset if he can’t see me, but we’re making it a big game to find me or wait quietly until I come back and do the puppy play greeting rituals. He carries his teddy bear with him, too.

That’s the baby he suckles himself to sleep with when he doesn’t feel good. So if he leaves it somewhere, I carry it with me. When he really really feels bad, he wants that baby, and me giving him a soft foot massage with his head on my lap.

Doesn’t matter how big they are, they’re wee one babies when sick…

***

The pool is filled and today the guys will fire up the filter and heater, so maybe by next week there’ll be a good warm swim to take the edge off my aches and ouwies. We’ll enjoy that, until the gas bill comes anyway. That’s one really big deep pool.

I gotta get my bathing suits out. I’ve gained so much I really need to get a larger one, which I hate the thought of. It would be more interesting if I could take the BB girlie boy shopping! Unfortunately he doesn’t like water, so we don’t get to go shopping for a cute, hot pink bikini.

(Good thing he isn’t afflicted with the manly dignity, like his brother…Kenai would beat me up if I bought him a bikini. Neither would sit still for the bikini wax.)

I know…this is what happens when I get too tired and hurting. But this is still better than when it’s really bad, bad enough that clothes hurt. I get crotchety then. And wear nightgowns all day, to frighten the neighbors. 

Well, ya’ll have probably heard enough of my babble for one day, and I need a nap. So me and my wee one are gonna sack out together. Love your pups a little extra today, and don’t slack on the tick repellents, okay? Have a good Memorial Day weekend.

A Little R&R…by Lisa Harmon

kenai hears something, 17 mo

Like the weeds? Kenai listening to something, 17 mo

I got some of the grass cut! Obviously not in the kennel; have to fire up the push mower to get in there. But about 1.5 acres got whacked down Monday. Just another 1.5 acres to go… BB doesn’t like high grass in his field potty spot, at all, so I obliged his young self. He can go poo without having the tucas tickled now.

We canceled out Monday’s session with the trainer, until next week. I’m not sure which is worse; chronic lyme disease or the treatment! Because it went from chronic to partially active, I have to follow a regime of doxacycline for 3 weeks, doxacycline and metronidazole both the 4th week, and an antifungal pill once a week for 6 months.

Well, the first week of anti’s was horrific, as all the bacteria began to shed their protective coats and became active instead of some of them. By the fourth week, when the metro started killing them, I was feeling some better. The second cycle started…Lesson: always wear tick repellents ya’ll!

I’ve missed several of Kenai’s pigs fly practices the past few days, and he’s not answering his name as well and is back to pacing the window-door circuit at sight of critters again. Man, it doesn’t take long to lose ground with him. So it’s make myself get at least one load the name and load the clicker a day.

Tuesday was a “big” trip, at least for us, driving to Branson for some bloodwork. It’s about 2 hours drive time all total, plus however long it takes at the lab. Then two other stops and I barely made it home. So Kenai had a morning out with lots of car time. He thinks the car is not supposed to leave without him as it is…

Most folks we come across say I need a bigger car for him jokingly. I just chuckle and say “nah, he’s got six inches to spare”. Thing is, I’ve seen Danes scrunch into the passenger side of VW bugs to go riding! Convertibles offer more head room of course. But any car will do, as long as you’re in it.

Wednesday was shaping up to be every bit as rough–the eye surgeon looking at Mom’s cataract tells their patients to expect, expect, 3 hours or more for an appt. What on earth? You could have your appendix taken out and be awake again in 3 hours, have 6 manicures, or 4 oil changes in that period of time. Yeesh.

But that’s what we planned on. I stayed in the car with Kenai, trying to come up with time consuming things to do. I considered driving back home for awhile. (I could get a nap and back before 3 hours was up for crying out loud). I considered doing some public practice with Kenai, but my parts protested mightily at the thought.

Another possibility was going to All Pets there in town, or All About Dogs and Cats. There wasn’t anything I really needed to do, which was a weird feeling. I’ve become so accustomed to focusing entirely on what must be done just to get it done that I seem to have forgotten what stuff to do for no reason!

Kenai, btw, does not have that problem. He can usually figure out something to do with his time. BB is master of never running out of ideas for new games. Dogs seem to be genetically talented at killing time. We may not like how they do it, but they can certainly entertain themselves.

Well, we went to All Pets, and discovered THE special bone reserved for his crate: raw buffalo bone. Oooh, oooh, yes, yes, yum! I’ve been looking for a very super ultra doggie-tastic thing that will keep a good association with his crate, even after I start leaving him in it.

It has to be yumiliscious enough to overcome the powers of seperation anxiety. And tough enough to take the frustrated gnawing. Our test run that night shows great promise! He’s fine going in and even letting me shut the door while BB is loose doing his boy practice.

I haven’t tried leaving him there while I go to another place with BB, or answered the door and the like. Right now he’s very happy to have his big crate (it needs a moniker), and has even figured out how to open the unlatched door from the outside to get in when he feels like it. Yay!

Despite feeling unbelievably rotten after waking up, I decided to give the big little guy some outside run time. The sun was going down, so it was cooling off, and with rain forcasted for another 4 days… long story short, this was our last chance for awhile.

kenai learning pole vault, 17 mo

As you can see, Kenai’s trying to learn to pole vault… no not really, but it was a funny pic. He was full of funny pics Wednesday night. Using my fingers I counted back, and it’s been 6 days since he had outside free time to romp with all the storms. He took full advantage of it.

Since last Friday’s terrible storm, he’s been slightly jumpy about “thunderbumpers”, so I’ve made a point of being unconcerned, going on about things etc. He’s settling back down, back to napping his way through anything that doesn’t rattle the dishes. Thank goodness.

Tomorrow is Thursday, Mom’s day in town, ie my day babysitting the Brother’s Grin. We usually have lots of quiet time, a bit of playtime, a bit of “learn something new” for BB so he can show off to Mom when she comes home. It will be raining, of course, what else?

So maybe I can pick up my knitting again, abandoned since the weekend. Or take a long blistering hot bath. Whatever I do, it will definitely be definable as “not much”. Rest. That sounds just right.

Tired Boys….by Lisa Harmon

it was a busy day, ma

it was a busy day, ma

Kenai all tuckered out, 16 mo old

Yesterday was a marathon 2-hour training session with the boys. That means you get a marathon post. Anyone trying to re-condition their dog’s nervousness about something, or their dog’s wild child behavior will certainly have a good idea of how to go about it.

The first 2o minutes was devoted to Kenai: it involved a short walk outside, a warm up of the “name game”, where he looks when his name is called. With all those critter smells, it’s a tough thing for a boy to do. Mean ol’ me wouldn’t let him mark on my bushes, either.

Then Kenai was re-introduced to a stroller inside. He’s recently gotten all freaky Scooby pup with moving objects, like strollers, walkers, etc. First step was just letting it sit there, clicking and rewarding for smelling it, looking at it, walking by it, and taking treats sitting on it.

Then it was a stand stay while the stroller, about 3 feet away, was moved a tiny bit, then a sit stay. The trick is finding his limit and stopping to click and reward right before it. At first he could hold for a 1″ away movement, and a scant 1/4″ towards him movement.

When he held, he got his click and treat, then a fun little rumpus time where he could play and bow and trot around the dining room. The rumpus ended when we came back to the kitchen and did another sit stay. By the end of 7-8 repetitions we could bring the stroller within 12″ or so.

***

Mom was AWOL with a sick tum, so after about 2o minutes of Kenai time, BB was brought out of Mom’s room, and Kenai went in the living room pen. It was finally FUNNY BOY TIME! First thing we did was take him out to potty, since Mom had neglected to do that. Lisa was surprised that I didn’t even bother to put on his collar.

Beebs is totally reliable about coming when called. All he wants is attention, so even a threat of attention brings him gallopolling your way. BTW, BB doesn’t gallop, he gallopolls, legs going every which way, ears flapping like a dodo bird trying to take off…he’s so funny!

He’s such a wild and crazy guy, he can startle you running up so close to you. He runs at you then around you, bumps you, then runs that’a'way. It’s like an overgrown Jack Russell jumping up and all around you for attention.

He bumps but he doesn’t ram or really jump since he’s only bearing weight on one back leg. Lisa hesitated at first, stopping and even backing up. I explained he really won’t knock you down, he doesn’t even bump hard enough to knock wobbly balance challenged me down.

Just keep walking at him, and he moves to the side. I usually send him to the door or tell him to go find his brother and he happy gallopolls off. When he starts heading back at me, I remind him to go to the door or whatever.

While Kenai was demolishing the furniture, (he couldn’t see me), leaping on and off that poor battered and sliding around the room couch…

BB was learning a new game: “go wild!” Mom’s typical reaction to Beeb’s crazy excited is to get mad, and then get madder since he’s not on the bed relaxed like she wants. Eventually she yells, and before long, Kenai is upset and jumpy. So “go wild” game is the first step in the remedy to all that angst.

Beebers gets to go wild, running, spinning, hyping up to match our high pitched voices, then a sudden “down”–at first he gets a click/treat the moment his baby bottoms hits the bed. He gets a release and “go wild” again.

Once he reliably does the instant down (he knows that from his lightening round practices) he gets a click and has to wait one second before his treat and release comes. Then 2 seconds, then 5 seconds…. the duration of stay is increased and the duration of silly is decreased.

If he didn’t down, we turned our backs and ignored him. He got so annoyed with that once he barked at her. Stinky. If he got too in her face or bumpy (for dogs that jump too), the treat was used to lure the nose away to the side. You could even toss the treat or toy on the floor, then click and reward the moving away from you.

I personally would give a finger-bite for a jump or bump, then lure away, but that’s just me. Sometimes a dog is so excitable and not thinking that the combination of correcting the unacceptable in a primitive doggie way and luring into the good behavior works better, at least for me.

I can get a 3 1/2 min down stay out of Beebs during practices, but I’ve never used them to interrupt THEN RELEASE the true wild child somebody’s-here stuff. I’ve been trying to just build the stay, using a bone or something to keep him down past that 3-4 min.

Giving him the wild child time over there keeps him off the person over here, keeps me in charge of when he’s wild child, and gives him an off switch he’ll use since he gets to turn on again…Lisa’s perty durn clever!

***

Next it was back to Kenai, now entirely devoted to being my shadow. His relative calmness before was shot, since BB was just over there in the living room.

We did the stroller again, and since he was only really uncomfortable when it’s picked up, we set it on my lap. I spun the wheels, turned it this way and that (slowly), and even hugged it. Any nose touch, coming near me was click/rewarded.

He began to play bow, so anytime he touched it he got to play with Lisa. When I set it down, the silly boy would “dig” in front of it, rather that touch it. He went to town on that laminate floor too, trying to dig his way to Mongolia.

I found if I put my hand in his “arm pit”, he would stop digging. That is NOT a habit I want him to take up. A lab could make a hole to hide chair in, but a Dane could make one big enough to hide an SUV. Bigger paws make bigger holes…I don’t want to drop my riding mower into a Kenai-made sink hole one sunny day.

The touch was enough to stop the behavior without completely interrupting his attention from the stroller.  After a couple minutes of that, he plopped down on my foot and relaxed. “Whew, mom, that’s tiring…”

So Lisa moved the stroller around while he down/stayed on his own. (Technique called capturing). This is more what I wanted–I wouldn’t be happy if he jumped up from a down stay to push some poor mother’s kid around in their stroller!

I can just see him doing that…the kid might enjoy the ride, but I doubt the Mom would be as delighted. Can a dog be charged with kidnapping?

Kenai also got some work on targeting my hand, getting a click/treat when he nose nudges it. Brown’s not a nose nudge boy. A body sensitive boy, this toffee tank of mine. He did it a few times then lost interest. Not his style. I’ll keep working on it, not setting my heart on success. He targets places like bed, couch, mat etc. 

The hand-nose target is a super useful thing. The dog can touch your hand when they notice something they don’t like, and you can reward them for noticing and change their emotions that way. The dog can touch your hand when they want something, asking permission to go play, or whatever.

Hand targeting can be incorporated into just about anything, including medical or sound alerts for service dogs. The idea of targeting then can be morphed into touching other things, and eventually (hope, hope) picking up dropped objects, retrieving pots or canned veggies, turning the lights on and off…targeting is a big time service dog trick.

True to form, Kenai’s skipping out on this prized SD trait like he does all the others! That’s my boy, consistently contrary.

The last thing we worked on directly was his seperation anxiety. I never did anything about it because I wanted him to want to be anywhere I am. But of late it has indeed become anxiety, not a desire to be where I am and work.

While Lisa’s working with him, I come and go, a sort of indirect way of getting him used to not seeing me. For a more intensive approach, I went outside, where he wanted to go anyway, and he had to stay inside.

In order to come outside with me, he had to do a sit for Lisa. He wouldn’t. So she came outside too. Attempt number 2 went the same way. On the third try, he did his sit for her, and had the door opened. Oh the boy love–head rubbing, leaning!

Then he was allowed to sniff about, getting a reward for the name games. We did that three times, and he had it all figured out, doing his sit whenever asked. I’m sorta kicking around how I can make being with me more dependant on working, without being too draconian. He does get to be my buddy too.

***

Anyway, the boys was pooped after all that! Neither of them moved more than neccessary: eating, going out for potty, and one too-tired-to-be-onery Sasquatch time with Mom was it for the rest of the day. I could just about hear the air leaking out of their tires.

My spare was a little flat too. The fatigue is pretty bad, the muscles are in a fibro fit, and so are the joints thanks to my now active again Lyme disease. Ooo today is tough. But it was worth it–I’m glad to see some hope of getting him back to being comfortable in public.

This morning’s practice for Kenai was holding down stays around the moving stroller, wanting a bit more calmness from him about it now that he’s not so disturbed by it. He still got a release for a bit of bum rubbing and play, but I’m encouraging placidness during the down as much as I can.

It’s interesting how little I rewarded him before–I was glad for the non-chalant way he used to respond to things like strollers but I didn’t give him a happy enough reward for it. Seems I was too sedate and dull, and still have that tendency.

That’s not uncommonly found in people transitioning from the traditional correction training style to the positive encouragement training. The philosophies are wholly opposite in their approaches. And their goals too: one wants obedience because the dog’s supposed to and the other wants obedience because the dog enjoys it.

I’ve spent most of my life teaching dogs to be quiet and calm, so suddenly encouraging play time for a calm response feels slightly incongruous. It certainly works, it just feels odd at first. This here ol’ dog is learning some new tricks, too.

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