Monday, June 12, 2017

When Bad Things Happen to Good Puppies


Raising a puppy is a tremendous task, at least if you want to do it right.  There’s the potty training, house manners and the ever important socialization.  Having raised 10 puppies from 8 weeks (and now two from birth), I am very experienced in taking on the task.  Aside from my own personal experience, I was one of the first CPDT’s in Virginia back in 2003.  And as a licensed vet tech, I worked in a practice with a veterinarian whose area of expertise was behavior and I was her trusted assistant.   I taught puppy classes, obedience classes and did private consultations.  I’ve been to seminars and studied books from Ian Dunbar, Karen Pryor, Patricia McConnell, Suzanne Clothier, Pat Miller and more.  I feel confident in my ability to raise a well-rounded and properly socialized puppy.  And yet here I am, on my 11th puppy, and feel like I have failed her miserably.

I brought Surf into the world, with her littermates, and was there for her very first breath.  I did insane amounts of homework, choose parents with truly exceptional temperments, and raised the litter to the absolute best of my ability.  Looking back, I think there is only one experience the puppies had that I would change.  Surf was one of the more thoughtful pups in the litter, but confident, brave and happy.  At 9 weeks, we took Surf and her sister Una to the beach---they acted like they owned it.  So happy to explore, meet people, jump in the sound to swim, and chase seafoam.  Nothing phased them at all.  We took them both to puppy class as well, and while neither girl was interested in playing with other pups, there was no fear just disinterest.  When all her littermates left, and we finally had time alone together to train, she was happy, playful and engaged.

And then the bad stuff started.  At Thanksgiving, we went to the beach again and I was so excited to take her back.  She was 11 weeks old at the time, and I suspect in a fear period.  The first day we were there, I decided to take her down the beach without my other dogs for a socialization and play outing.  I loaded up on treats and toys and we headed down the road to the beach.  Not 20 feet from the driveway, a pitbull pops out from behind a grassy dune and charges us. He was on a leash, but the owner was clearly unprepared for his dog to take off as he was dragged to us with the dog growling and snapping.  I scooped Surf up just in time to keep her out of harm’s way, as the owner of the pitbull attempted to gain control.  And then it got worse---the owner was carrying a baton with him (clearly the dog was very dog aggressive as we saw the owner carrying the baton every time he walked him all weekend).  And he started beating his dog on the chest and torso, screaming at him.  I was horrified and literally ran down to the beach, both me and Surf completely shaken.  I put Surf down and went to grab for my cookies, when about 30 seconds later, 6 kids came running on the beach from behind the dunes directly behind us and headed in our direction.  By this point, Surf is no longer in a state where she can think.  She was just full of fear with adrenaline pumping through her body.  She did everything she could to escape—from the kids and from me.  So I took her back to the house from a different direction than we came.

The next day I couldn’t even get her to walk back to the beach.  But she was able to walk around the yard and play with the other dogs outside.  When we drove her to a soundside beach, she was relaxed and happy though she didn’t see any other people or dogs on the outing.  Over the remaining days at the beach, I tried to avoid all dogs and only walked her with our other dogs for confidence.  On the last day there, I found a lovely standard poodle walking on the beach with her owner and asked if I could run back to get my puppy to provide a potentially positive experience.  She walked back to the house with us and when I brought Surf out, she was very scared of the poodle, even though I brought Stash out with us who is always happy to meet new dogs.  I let Surf decide if she wanted to approach and just chatted with the owner.  Over the course about 20 minutes, she finally started engaging with the poodle.  And we ended it after a few minutes and left it at that.

Upon getting home from our time at the beach, I immediately put out an APB for puppy friendly dogs to have dates with.  Surf was very scared meeting any new dog, but would relax quickly and be submissive if they were calm and relaxed.  I also spent time at our animal hospital where I worked on just counter conditioning her to the presence of new dogs, without any potential for interaction.  She sat on dog bed in the corner and every time a new dog came in, she got cookies.

Two weeks after our beach incident, I headed to a trial in North Carolina with Surf, Gypsy and Rival. We stayed at Kristen’s house (she has Gypsy’s littermate Envy) and Surf kept her distance from Envy and Callie.  Surf did GREAT at the trial.  I did not ask her to meet any dogs, just eat treats and play.  She was completely relaxed ringside.  On Sunday, while walking all three dogs near the ring, a springer spaniel was standing with his owner about 8 feet from us.  We walked by them on our way to the potty area, with Surf closest to the dog.  As we passed, the springer turned around and lunged at us, coming to the end of his leash and getting within a foot of Surf.  At which point, she freaked out and jumped in front of me and I tripped on her and fell onto the gravel driveway on top of her.  Yup, setback number one.  The rest of the day, she was pretty pretty nervous and was happy to get back to the safety of the car.

Once home, we resumed Operation Find Friendly dogs.  And it went well for a few weeks.  She had to assess the dog before approaching but then would willing interact.  I attempted to take her to puppy class for some socialization around pups her age, but we wound up being in a class of 20 puppies, in a very tight space and it totally backfired….she just could not get enough distance from the many, many pups to be comfortable.  It was completely overwhelming for me, and in retrospect I should have just left.  But instead we sat in a closet, and I just rewarded her for looking at the other pups through the expen that blocked the door to the closet.  Boy did we look like the remedial students. After class though, we met up with one of the pups outside, a lovely golden retriever boy and he and Surf played and played for about 20 minutes.  It was great!!  And right after that she met my sisters dog, Java, who is her aunt too and they instantly loved each other.  So I was encouraged that she was still able to make friends.

After Christmas, we headed down to Charleston to see Surf’s brother Surge.  She was elated to see him and was content to meet Sarah’s other dog Q, who has good dog skills.  Everything was going swimmingly, until a man with a huge intact male Labrador had his dog off leash walking down the street and it beelined for us.  He meant no harm, but Surf did not know that and his approach was swift and forward.  Scared puppy.  AGAIN.

The first week in January, I took Surf along to Gypsy’s agility class to hang out. When we walked in the door, a JRT who was off leash, ran over to Surf and jumped her.  This time, contact was made and she had two small puncture wounds on her neck.  Fortunately, Gypsy jumped on him and chased him across the room like a good sister.  At this point, Surf is officially traumatized.  She could no longer function in the building.  No one or nothing is safe.  It’s at this point when she lost all trust in me as well.  I was now associated with ALL of her bad experiences, and most involved yelling and screaming by other people, so now all people were scary too.  I cried all the way home.  So sad for my puppy and for what all these experiences had done to her.  She was now a very different puppy than the one I had at 10 weeks.  Her confidence gone, she was cautious of everything and everyone, and she was not looking to me for guidance or protection.   Later that week, I took her on an outing to the pet store, someone called her a “sheepish” sheepdog and it broke my heart.  I got her back in the car and just cried.

I tried to continue providing her with some positive experiences, and she somehow still made friends.  But I stopped pushing as hard and didn’t constantly seek out dogs for her to interact with.  In February, I met up with a former student who has two lovely Berners.  And silly me, I thought it might be nice for Surf to meet one.  Unfortunately , they were both let out of the car at the same time, off leash, and came running full speed across the parking lot at Surf, making loud noises like Berners do.  They meant no harm, but that was the nail in the coffin for Surf---she peed on herself, screamed and ran to a hiding spot.  In her mind, they were bears approaching and she was most certainly going to be killed.  Talk about making bad decision after bad decision for my sweet puppy.

About two weeks after that, I had her at Gypsy’s agility class again, where we had made some progress thanks to two awesome male border collies there.  Surf adores them and they gave her much needed confidence.  After class when she was playing with them, a lab came over to say hi and when Surf approached her cautiously, the lab growled at her as she flipped upside down, and the lab kept growling until I got Surf out of there.

At this point, I stopped taking her too many places for a few weeks.  She just needed to stay home, and go for walks with dogs that were her friends.  Thankfully, she loves her BC best friend Lilly as well as her lab buddy, Bella so she gets to be social.  It's also great that two of Surf's littermates, Frisco and Nixie, don't live too far away and they get to see each other pretty regularly.  She's super confident with them, maybe too much so!, and they all adore each other.  I think that's really played a part in keeping her dogs skills in place.  More than anything though, I have needed to re-establish a trusting relationship with her, if possible.  Around the same time, Gypsy got hurt so we stopped going to agility class, so Surf hasn’t been back to the building.

We attempted to participate in two seminars in the building where she was attacked---one in February and one in March.  The February one was very, very hard for her.  She was hyper vigilant about the other dogs, not focused much on working and happy to just be in her crate rather than out playing.    In March, she was better and it helped that her brother Frisco was there too, so she felt a bit more secure. But she still wasn’t super happy to work or play and I could see that the other dogs barking and whining in crates really affected her.

The other big challenge during this time was Surf’s lack of food drive.  It didn’t matter what treats I had, she just was not that interested in them.  Her play drive has always been much higher, but when a dog is in a fearful or vigilant state, they find it very hard to play while also scanning the environment for possible danger.  So I had no high value reinforcers to reward her with.  That has improved greatly as she’s gotten older and she likes food quite well now.

One thing I have tried very, very hard to do the last few months is to let her tell me if she’s okay with a situation and if not, she gets to leave it.  It’s all about her consent; I need her to feel like she has some control over what she does.  Especially since she doesn’t always trust me to make the right decisions.    I have worked much harder on her socialization with people than dogs.  Because of all the trauma, she became wary of people.  She has never cared for people leaning over her to pet her, and all the trauma made it much worse.  At this point, she’s recovered from it well and enjoys meeting people, thankfully.

I’ve spent a bit of time counter conditioning leaning over her and getting into her space as well.  She has always been very pressure sensitive.  Part of me wonders how much her very high herding instinct factors in to that.  Because she’s also very pressure sensitive on sheep too.  Rave and Gypsy are what I would call “space invaders”.  They have very little respect for my personal space.  Surf has a much greater natural respect for my space.  I’ve actually had to teach her to come into me, jump on me, and just come into my space.  She happily jumps all over me and shoves toys in my face now!   I also encouraged her to jump on new people---a habit that most people hate in their dogs, but by jumping on someone she felt like she was in more control and it lets me know how she’s feeling about the interaction.  I’d rather her jump on people than be scared of them!

Surf is now nine months old.  I constantly think about what she would be like if we had not gone through all the bad experiences.  I watch her littermates, so exuberant and full of confidence, and wonder.  Again, she was one of the more thoughtful pups, so she was always going to think before acting.  But after reading Patricia McConnell’s new book “The Education of Will” and talking to my vet, it’s clear that early trauma can actually change how a brain functions, how the neurons fire.  And likely her brain has been “rewired” over the last six months.

All that said, I am in awe of my girl.   I think if Gypsy had gone through what Surf has, I would have a neurotic dog on my hands.  But Surf’s recovery has amazed me.  By some miracle, still enjoys meeting new dogs, though carefully.  She truly loves being around her doggie friends and likes making new ones.  I don’t know how she does it!  I started taking her to a beginner agility class 6 weeks ago, not because I need help with the equipment but  to keep growing her confidence.  The class was in a new location and there would be other dogs in a very controlled setting.  The instructor knew our situation and was willing to accommodate us in any way.  Turns out she is the star of the class!  Great toy play, good food motivation, happy to ignore the other dogs, and even willing to greet them outside.  The only issue we’ve had is when other dogs bark in the crate---she just does not want to be crated next to them and gets a bit worried when they start barking or whining loudly.  And I can totally understand that---she has no idea if that is going to preempt an attack.  Surf rocked all the obstacles and exercises we have worked on and started dragging me into the building.  She also got charged by a huge lab, through a fence, and she held her ground and while she layed down submissively, she was not scared!  To me, it was a huge milestone and the sign that she was in full recovery mode.

I have no doubt that we will still need to work through some issues, but I am amazed at her progress so far.  And while we are still working on our relationship, and I am trying to rebuild her trust, we have come a long way.  Even off leash in class, she has great focus on me.   Taking her herding has also helped her confidence tremendously.  Interestingly, or maybe not, she trusts all dogs when in a herding environment.  She greets dogs at the farm with great confidence and joy.  It’s very, very different at agility.  She’s never had a negative experience herding.  And herding dogs tend to be in a far less aroused state than agility dogs.  Surf loves working sheep, and I am enjoy learning with her, so I think we will keep working at it and see where it takes us.  I just adore my baby girl and want her to see the world as a place full of adventure and fun.

I am grateful for her amazing dogs skills in our pack. Surf is brilliant at reading the other dogs.  She's very respectful of her housemates in general, though still has a puppy license and gets away with a lot, especially with momma Rave.  She adores her sister Gypsy, thinks Rival hung the moon, and knows who the just stay away from.  She loves to kiss the faces of the dogs she respects the most---and they tolerate it, for now!

I hope that a year from now, I won’t even remember all she has gone through—that this is a long lost chapter in the story of her life.  And I’ll keep building her up the best I can to get her there in the hopes that she thinks she rules the world one day.  Which is why I know call her Super Surf!  :-)



Monday, December 12, 2016

Time to write again!





It's been a few years since I blogged.  I am not sure why, I just lost my desire to write.  It's disappointing though, as I feel like I didn't capture much of my journey with Gypsy since she started competing.  I can't even begin to imagine having a more enthusiastic, happy partner.  She's is just pure JOY.

Earlier this year, I decided to breed Rave one more time.  Since Gypsy would not be bred, and Rave was going to be seven in September, it was either time to do it, or forget it.  I bred Rave to Privilege, an amazing boy and we had nine beautiful puppies.  Yes nine.  And yes, it was exhausting!!!  But they are nine amazing puppies who are making their new families so happy now.

I almost didn't go ahead with the breeding.  I was so worried about how having the litter, and a new puppy, would affect Gypsy.  She's a total momma's girl.  What was a new pup going to do to our relationship?  Would Gypsy kill me in my sleep??  Would she try to kill her new sister?

Turns out all my fears were totally unfounded, and Gypsy shocked us all but truly enjoying raising the pups with Rave and Rival.  And having a new sister has enriched her world.  I could never, ever have predicted that!!!  Rave is madly in love with both of her daughters, especially baby Surf.  And Gypsy loves having a new playmate, when she's not busy pestering me to play.  :-)  And Surf, well.....she was meant to live in our house.  She's SO dog smart, and it feels like she's always been here.  Maybe she has been...

I want to use the blog to journal Surf's development and training.  I love looking back and seeing our succesess, struggles and how our journey unfolded.  And Surf is very different than Gypsy, so it will be a very different journey, for sure!  Anyway, happy training!!



Monday, July 7, 2014

Finding a new rhythm




It's been a hard week.  It's funny because Sammy didn't do much but lay around and sleep the last few months.  But her presence was still huge.  And we had routines at meal time, and walk time, that heavily involved her since her issues made things a bit more complicated.  It's been at those times, and even more so when I lay in bed at night and look at her empty space, that I feel most sad.  Some of the dogs are really missing her too, and some seem quite oblivious.

So we've all been finding a new groove this week.  I have been really trying to focus on the living, in the hopes that it will ease the pain of her death.  Each day gets a bit easier, though I still find myself desperately wanting to cuddle with my sweetest girl.



I've also been looking back at the many pictures I have taken of her over the years.  I know I am a bit picture crazy, but I am SO grateful for all the pictures now!  I just don't think you can take enough.  I have been marveling at how black and sleek Sammy looked in her youth.  It's pretty amazing how much our dogs change over time, and we don't really see it as we look at them every day.



I realized after I wrote my last post that I didn't even mention all the titles she got in agility.  And that got me really thinking about how little they matter.  I'd trade them all for another day with her.  The titles are a mere nod to the relationship that I built with Sammy and the amazing journey we had.  So many are caught up in the chase for titles, which I do understand, but lose sight of the moments that we share with our dogs that make up the journey.


I've lost dogs before.  I've lost old dogs, that I rescued and loved.  I lost Jive, and that shattered me in a way that is hard to describe.  But losing Sammy is a different loss---she's the first dog I've lost that I created an intense, deep connection with over a long period of time.  I think when you choose to train your dog in a sport, and you spend hours and hours training them, competing with them, traveling with them, you create an even more special bond, on a different level.



I am grateful that most of the people that I surround myself with understand my grief on some level.  My dogs are my family, and it's hard when you lose a piece of your family.  But it's all part of sharing our lives with beings who just don't live nearly long enough.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.



I will be forever grateful to Sammy for all the lessons she taught me and the amazing amount of love she gave me, even when I didn't deserve it.


Thursday, July 3, 2014

Saying goodbye

Silver Bullet Sammy
5/1/00-6/29/14

Saying goodbye to our beloved companions is one of the most painful experiences an animal lover can go through.  On one hand, it's an amazing gift to be able to release our dogs from their pain and suffering, but it sure is hard to make that final decision.  I hope that I am always so connected to my dogs that I will know when they tell me it's time to go.  And after 13.5 years to the day of sharing my life with sweet Sam Sam, she told me loud and clear that she was done with her body.  Knowing she likely had a brain tumor and there was no hope of her getting any better, it was time to free her, even though every ounce of my being wanted to fight it.  I know she would have kept going if I asked her to, as she was so loyal and bonded, but it would have been very selfish of me.

For the last six months or so, Sammy has been deteriorating, and had become a dog I barely recognized. She was no longer the happy go lucky, vibrant, feisty dog I spent so much time with.  So I had plenty of time to prepare for this.  But I realize now that you are never prepared for something like this, no matter how hard you try.  Sam was the matriarch of the house, and the pack seems so much smaller without her in it.  And she always walked right behind me on our walks, and that space is so empty now.

I adopted Sammy from the Charlottesville Albemarle SPCA on December 29, 2000.  She had been dropped off by her former owner less than 2 hours before I walked in and saw her.  She still had her collar and tags on.  And she had clearly been loved as her intake form said that she loved tennis balls and sleeping on the bed.  I suspect that she was surrendered for her separation anxiety, which I was soon to learn all about.  She was also a very high energy pup that need a ton of exercise.  

The first few years I had Sammy, most of our time was spent working through her anxiety, giving her tons of exercise (she loved running alongside my horse on trial rides) and doing basic obedience work.  I then started training her in agility to keep her busy mind occupied.  She took to it quite naturally but once in group classes, I realized that she also had an issue with new dogs.  So I had to work on her dog/dog issues as well.  It took me a few years to get her ready to compete, though looking back I realize that if I knew just half of what I know now about dog behavior, we would have been much more successful.  But she started me on my journey, and had much to teach me.

So we started competing in late 2003 and that was a wild, wild ride!  Sammy had major arousal issues and after being released from her startline stay, would maybe take the first jump, maybe not, and zoom around the ring at 100 mph, taking obstacles that wound up in her path, and ignoring me completely.  She even ran right out of the ring a few times!!!  Oh boy, I had no idea what to do with her!!  It took me a few years more of working with her to convince her to play the game with me.  And that was part of my journey as well---I had to learn how to make running with ME at agility trials fun and more rewarding then zooming around on her own.

Sammy taught me so much about patience, teaching dogs self control and creating a deeper relationship.  All the work paid off and by 2005, she had become a nice, consistent partner.  Distance work was never her strong suit but she rocked at snooker.  One day I will have to go look and see how many snooker Q's that girl has.  In late 2006, she hurt her back at a trial and she never quite fully recovered.  I still trialed her sporadically, because she so enjoyed it, but I stopped asking her to do many contacts and weaves.  At just 17" tall, she ran in USDAA performance her entire career so I was thrilled when I could run her in veterans at lower height since she still loved jumpers courses.  Below is her second to last competition run, I don't have her last on video.  But I am so glad I have this one to remind me of my girlie.  


Sammy was always the queen of the house.  She was respected by all the dogs, and had very clear rules for interacting with her.  She slept literally next to me every night for 13.5 years.  Oh, she was such a cuddlebug. She gave the BEST hugs---she'd put her paws on my shoulders and tuck her head in under my chin and just stay there.  I can't even begin to count the number of hours we spent just walking together and going for hikes.  For the last few years, she came to work with me and insisted on our midday walks.  One of Sammy's favorite pastimes was bobbing for rocks in water.  I would toss a rock into the stream, and somehow she'd find the exact one and bring it back out to shore.  At the beach, she'd do the same with seashells.  Such a funny girl.  Until her brain and body would no longer let her, she lived life to the fullest.

This is how I want to remember my girlie:






 Sammy still enjoyed walks right to the end

 She looked pretty good for 14!

 She was always right behind me

Behind me again....

Rest in peace, my sweetest cuddlebug.  I know we'll meet again.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Let the games begin!

I had Gypsy xrayed last week and her growth plates are closed.  Yay!  So I feel comfortable doing a bit more with her now, after trying to protect her body for so long.

So I've started some very basic jump training, though I will take my time there to make sure she is confident with the increasing height without doing too many reps.  I am a firm believer that a dog has only so many jumps in it's body over the course of it's lifetime, so I make it a point to not drill jumping too much with my dogs.  I broke my very first agility dog that way, so I won't make that mistake again.

More excitedly, I started Gypsy's weave pole training!  Weaves are my absolute favorite obstacle to teach!!! My goal is to have her doing 12 poles in 12 days but we'll see how it goes.  She is, however, off to a brilliant start.

I am using the 2x2 method to teach her, which I've been happy with for most of the dogs I've used it with.  I didn't video the first session, which was just shaping her to go through the two poles, as shown in this article by Mary Ellen Barry:
http://www.kineticdog.com/Media/Articles/2x2Article.aspx

Since she's a shaping fiend, she got it instantly.  I remembered my camera for the next session.  So here she is on her 2nd session shaping the poles using food.  She was slightly distracted by the bunny that ran through the yard on our way out the door but was a good girlie!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bnfDXHSC57Y&list=UUdZ8ihnH4f6CNo8XYOECFAA

Our next session I decided to use a toy, as she just gets more excited about play.  This session was great. Her success rate is good, but I liked seeing her work through the failures and figure it out.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pPz9cPmrIc&list=UUdZ8ihnH4f6CNo8XYOECFAA

I am going to try to do two sessions a day, we'll see if the weather and my schedule cooperate.  Gypsy really hates the heat, unless she's in the water anyway, so I will have to get my sessions in early or late.  My next session will focus on entries from the top of the arc, which is harder to see visually for the dog.

And lastly, I have to share this video too.  Just because the girl keeps me laughing all the time.  I am truly afraid one day she's going to break her own neck!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pPz9cPmrIc&index=2&list=UUdZ8ihnH4f6CNo8XYOECFAA

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Where the Journey Started

July 1998

My journey with dogs started almost 16 years ago.  Well, I did have a dog as a young child, a German Shepherd named Kodiak, but he bit me all the time and I don't think I was particularly sad when he ran away.  And growing up, all the dogs I knew either bit me or tried to--especially when I delivered newspapers on my bicycle!  It's kind of amazing that I even like dogs after all those bad experiences.  But with the initials PAW, I guess it was destiny.

In 1998, I was in the middle of an auto immune crisis and beyond miserable.  It was suggested that maybe I get a dog to distract me.  Who would have thought that one little beagle pup would change the entire course of my life?  I remember the day I picked him up like it was yesterday.  It was July 11, 1998 in Phoenix.  The temperatures was around 110 degrees out and when I pulled up to this house in the suburbs of Phoenix, there were two little peanuts laying in the front yard of the house, under a tree with misters on them.  When we approached, one pup was bouncing all over the place and the other was just watching intently, taking me in.  I knew instantly that the quieter one was mine.  But wait, I was just going to LOOK at the puppies, not actually get one!!!!

So one trip the pet store for tons of supplies, another to the ATM to pay for the little nugget (cash discount!) and home we went.  The breeder had told me how my little guy had fallen in their pool at 5 weeks of age and they found him unconscious but managed to revive him.  So that made naming him quite simple--his name would be Chance, for the second chance at life he got.  That was the only simple part of raising him!!!  I had no idea what I was doing.  If one could make a list of all the possible things you can do wrong in raising a puppy, I did it.  Punishment, choke chains, alpha rolls, putting his nose in accidents in the house, spraying him with Binaca breath spray for biting and chewing.  Sigh...the list is long since I pretty much spent the first two years of his life doing things wrong.  By that point, when I said "come", Chance ran the other way!!!

In San Diego in 1999

But there were things I did right too.  I socialized the heck out of him and he got tons of exercise.  I played tons of ball with him and we have hundreds of miles of trails walked together.  I took him everywhere I went and he loved to ride in the car and travel.  The little dude has been from San Diego to Maine, Mexico and Canada.

And I kept taking training classes, albeit the wrong ones.  It wasn't until I moved to Virginia when he was two and saw the agility course behind my new vet that another kind of training existed.  A gentler, more respectful approach that built up a relationship, instead of tearing it down.  I will be forever grateful to Teri Hamrick for showing me a better way, and being a huge part of my journey with Chance.

But you know, not once did Chance hold any of my mistakes against me.  That's how dogs are.  They forgive, much faster and easier than humans.  Chance led me to the right path and neither of us ever looked back.  I still feel bad for my mistakes, but all Chance remembers now is all the good. That's what makes dogs so incredible.  They have an amazing ability to just live in the moment.

We found positive training together, we learned the ins and outs of agility (and I learned many more lessons from him there) and he was might right hand in training classes and behavior modification lessons.  He has been an enthusiastic partner in anything I've asked of him whether it was dog sports, therapy dog work or assisting with a dog aggressive dog.  And he's been one of those dogs that has been welcome anywhere we go, he has always been just a darn good dog.

Always with his favorite ball in his mouth in 2001

16 years has gone by in a flash.  Chance has been with me through so many changes during that time---he truly has been my only constant for so long.  I suspect that Chance would have preferred that so many more dogs not have come into my life during that time.  But he'd never hold that against me either, as they each had lessons to teach me as well.

As the days go by, and he struggles more and more, I find myself grieving him already.  I know he's not gone, but I miss the young, vibrant, energetic dog he used to be.  I miss the dog that threw his special pink ball at me to toss it for him incessantly, the dog who always knew where I hid his treats and woofed at the cabinet, the dog who ran next to me while I rode my horse.  I've been looking at tons of pictures lately---thank goodness I have always been camera happy as I have tons of pictures--and refreshing my memory of what he was like in his youth.

In the meantime, I give thanks that I've been blessed with him for so long.  I fully realize that many dogs don't get nearly this much time here on earth.  I don't know how much time he has left, but it's my mission to make whatever time he has left the best it possibly can be.  I owe it to him, after all the's given me over the years.  His world is much smaller now, as he can't hear, see or move very well anymore.  But he still loves nothing more than a big adventure and I'll keep joining him on them for as long as we have left together.

Me and my boy 1999


Monday, May 5, 2014

The girlies!


So Envy has come home to visit for a few weeks, with Callie, while Kristen makes the move from WI to NC.  It's been sooooo much fun seeing how similar (and different!) the girls are.  First, they are just BFFs. They love each other.  It's so cute to watch them playing together and having so much fun.  I was concerned there might be some snarkiness but they just get along so well.  I was also SURE that Gypsy was going to be the more dominant of the two, but I was wrong.  She totally defers to Envy.  Dog dynamics are just so fascinating!!  And what pleases me most is how incredible Envy is with all the other dogs in the house.  She's just perfectly appropriate.

Envy is very, very herdy though!  And with as many dogs as we have, Envy is always going around some dog to stand at the balance point.  But then she doesn't want to come into me.  And she's quite funny, because she constantly afraid she's going to miss out on some action---to the point where she doesn't want to eat.  She just needs to get back to work!!!

What has surprised me most is her energy and drive levels.  I was sure she was going to be more low key than Gypsy.  But nope, Envy is her momma's daughter!  An energizer bunny with incredible stamina.  She does have a great off switch when tired, and is really awesome about self entertaining like Rave.  Gypsy isn't great at occupying herself---unless she's putting her ball under furniture!  Envy is a stronger tugger than Gypsy, as Gyps tends to do a lot of regripping.  But Envy grabs it an just hangs on!  On the flip side, Gypsy is a killer retriever and Envy is often too busy "working" the other dogs to think about retrieving.  

I took both girls to the agility trial this weekend and oh my, Envy went a bit crazy watching the dogs run in the ring.  I saw this behavior emerge in Gypsy quite early on and I nipped it in the bud quickly.  But I had a very hard time holding on to Envy ringside!!  Though she did tug like an absolute fiend for me.  Envy was a social butterfly though and was outstanding hanging out in a crate in the car all day.


The trial itself was a mixed bag.  Rival was just a tiny bit off Thursday and Friday when we went on our walks and in his first run Saturday morning, I could tell he wasn't right.  He was super amped to run but when I released him off the start line to jump then weave, he weaved like he was 12 years old, super slow.  And the weaves are by far his favorite obstacle, which he usually goes through whining.  Then he drop a bar, and another.  Which he never does.  So I took him for a massage right afterwards and there was nothing obvious but going back to the car he was clearly quite lame on a front leg.  :-(  So rest it is!

Rave has an amazing day on Saturday.  She's truly coming into her own finally.  Part maturity, part training.  I am learning how best to run her, and I am giving her much more credit for knowing her job.  I was so focused on Rival for so long, she took a back seat.  Now it's time for her to shine before her daughter takes over the spotlight!!

But then Saturday night, Rob took the dogs out for a quick game of frisbee and Rave landed badly and hurt her back.  Showing how much heart she has, she tried to run Sunday morning, but I could tell she was hurting halfway around the course so I pulled her and ended her day early.  So she's resting now too.  It just wasn't meant to be a terribly productive trial, I suppose.  At least the weather was gorgeous and we got to attend the most fun and crazy agility wedding ever.


I also need to note that Rave LOVES having her baby Envy back home.  On Thursday, when I took them all to the farm for a good long run, Rave was so happy showing Envy and Callie around the playground.  She was clearly saying "follow me, I'll show you all the fun spots".  So cute.

On Friday, Ripp joined us for an 11 month old birthday party.  Envy doesn't seem to recognize Ripp as her brother at all.  She's super submissive to him.  But he's such a good boy and just loves everyone.  I LOVE how these babies are turning out!!