tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-249379632024-03-12T18:01:57.956-07:00GollyLogRoger Caras said "Dogs are not our whole life but they make our lives whole." He was wrong. When you live with four, obedience train two, agility train two and co-own a dog boutique:(<a href="http://www.gollygear.com">GollyGear</a>); dogs are your life. And life is good.Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.comBlogger789125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-20255183389720970582015-07-30T11:02:00.004-07:002015-07-30T11:02:51.649-07:00We've moved!<h2>
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There's a new puppy in the family!<br />
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Torque (8-week-old French Bulldog) and I got home yesterday evening about 5:30 p.m.<br />
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I was pretty darn tired after driving more than nine hours and stressing through the border crossing. All I really wanted to do was drag all my crap into the house and fall into bed. Not even a remote option. I had a puppy to introduce to our three resident nutjobs.<br />
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I wasn't really worried about Tango. He's always been a hostile little **** and it was a pretty safe bet his reaction would be to bark his fool head off, lunge at the puppy and try to teach him who was boss. Which sounds scarier than it is, since Tango has about half a dozen teeth in his head and no jaw strength at all. I was right - he barked, chased and growled. Torque basically laughed at him, said "you funny!" and chased after him for more.<br />
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Teddy was a concern. He's definitely my boy and there was a chance he'd get jealous, decide to hate Torque, or, if we weren't incredibly watchful, do some damage. At first, I thought my fears were coming true. Teddy was incredibly noisy, barking and trying to chase Torque. It turns out that my big boy is just pretty much socially inept. Within half an hour he was play-bowing, waving his paws at Torque, and generally being incredibly adorable and charming. We have to remind him to play nice, but they're well on their way to being best buddies.<br />
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Booker was the one who didn't meet expectations. He's an energetic, two-year-old who lives to play. And yet, he seemed a bit lost when confronted with a puppy a third his size. He didn't seem to know what to make of him at all; circling, sniffing. Intrigued, but not ready to engage. By this morning he figured it out - Torque is his new playmate.Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-30896569993542539892014-09-23T14:53:00.000-07:002014-09-23T14:53:08.853-07:00Roller coaster rideThe last two days have run the gamut - incredible joy and soul-searing loss.<br />
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Then in our Standard run - everything clicked. It was one of those instances when everything was going right. I didn't know if we'd qualified, the judge is a bit tight on time, but I was just thrilled. As it turns out, we succeeded and came away with not only a qualifying score, but first place in our class. Sheer, unmitigated joy.<br />
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I love them both. Tears of joy and sadness.Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-47803283388390683362014-09-10T14:42:00.000-07:002014-09-10T14:43:07.379-07:00He's old. We're done with him...What will you do when your dog gets old?<br />
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Personally, I take care of him, and cuddle him, and let him do all the things he loves as long as he's happy and comfortable.</div>
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I recently learned that there are people out there who don't. When their dogs get old, they bring them to a shelter and leave them. Done. And then go out and get another dog.</div>
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And when I heard about their behavior, I rushed to judgement - deciding immediately that anyone who could do that was despicable and loathsome. Beyond contemptible. </div>
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But I found out that there's a segment of the population that believes "it's what you do." They don't know that it's okay to cherish an animal throughout its life - however long that may be. It's what their families have always done, so it's what they do. When their pet reaches a certain age or level of infirmity, they relinquish it to a shelter.</div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">Cassie used to be part of the family for more than five years, but on September 6, the 16-year-old Pomeranian found herself all alone and not feeling so great at the Carson Animal Care Center in California. </span><span style="color: #073763; line-height: 1.625rem;">Cassie's intake information indicates her family surrendered their dog because she was too old. Admittedly, 16 is a ripe old age for any dog, but isn't that the time for a soft caress, a soft bed and a familiar home? </span><span style="color: #073763; line-height: 1.625rem;">Not so for Cassie; sorry to report, and as if the family expected someone to rush right in and save the dog they dumped, here is what they stated:</span><span style="color: #073763; font-size: 1rem; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.625rem; text-indent: -0.41em;">"...But they said that I spend most of my time indoors. I am house trained. I am learning how to walk on a leash. I should be the only pet in the house."</span></div>
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Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-83633476526091333862014-08-25T14:11:00.000-07:002014-08-25T14:17:32.437-07:00Allergy season<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5j5Akm56jsRK63gUTzv3BjCzn3U4ihCPgUHZCwtCht3ovxayhZ1t1mqjOOOqVgzQJkBrayKAjF0-z0aqp02SmGl4DlF3uBhXBoqOcUWJ0KFB5g5kgyXZQwW_vNoPyalEM6Bp4g/s1600/pinkears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5j5Akm56jsRK63gUTzv3BjCzn3U4ihCPgUHZCwtCht3ovxayhZ1t1mqjOOOqVgzQJkBrayKAjF0-z0aqp02SmGl4DlF3uBhXBoqOcUWJ0KFB5g5kgyXZQwW_vNoPyalEM6Bp4g/s1600/pinkears.jpg" height="111" width="200" /></a>For the most part, Teddy's a pretty predictable dog. Every once in a while he'll start barking madly for no reason whatsoever, but there's usually a reason for his behavior. If I can figure it out. Yesterday I was a bad dog mom. He was acting weird, and I just got annoyed.<br />
Sundays are pretty predictable around the house. The morning is spent on "ablutions" for four dogs. Nails, teeth, ears, face-washing, etc. As part of the routine I rinse off paws, especially Teddy's, because he has a mild grass allergy and we want to keep it under control As a matter of routine, I rub in some stuff the vet recommended to keep the ph of his skin where it should be.<br />
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In the afternoon we collapse. It's our time to do absolutely nothing. The dogs all know the routine and are all happy participants. You'd think a dog bomb went off in the tv room on a Sunday afternoon - little limp, sleepy bodies littering the floor and furniture. </div>
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Yesterday Teddy wouldn't settle. He was making me crazy. He didn't have to go out, he didn't want to play, he didn't want to chew; not even on Booker. </div>
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On one of our numerous trips outside, I noticed how pink his ears were. And, stupid me, thought "isn't that adorable."</div>
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It finally dawned on me that ear irritation is an allergy symptom. Sure enough, all four paws were red and angry looking. Teddy's allergic to the new goop from the vet. </div>
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I washed his paws again, with hypoallergenic dog shampoo, dried him off. </div>
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Simple answer. We both collapsed on the couch for the rest of the afternoon. </div>
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Wish I'd paid more attention, sooner. It would have saved Teddy some discomfort and me some aggravation.</div>
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Yesterday was a scary first in Roc's and my life together. When I got home from running errands, he wasn't barking. He wasn't fussing. He didn't wake up. I called his name, gently at first. Touched him, again, gently. He's at the stage when I check for breathing before I think "Roc's so cute when he's sleeping."<br />
He finally awoke and had his normal amount of difficulty walking and moving around, not so bad. It's another indicator that our time together is getting shorter. So we'll enjoy every day that we have, little Rocky-dude.Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-40388962455461407132014-08-05T10:32:00.000-07:002014-08-05T10:32:16.119-07:00Greener Grass<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We had a bit of a problem with our backyard. The grass died along our back fence. The new lawn service (we get a guy to mow) thought it was a feature rather than a bug. So widened it and weeded it and maintained a lovely patch of dirt. We thought it was kind of interesting when the birds in the neighborhood enjoyed taking dirt baths. It was much less fascinating when Booker discovered dirt baths. Which were followed by water baths and wiping mud off the bathroom walls.<br />
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In an effort to do something about it (three Booker baths in two days prompted some action), we went to the home improvement store and bought the required ingredients for lawn: topsoil, fertilizer, seed, and a seed blanket.<br />
My thumb is notoriously black - if it's green and it grows it runs screaming in the opposite direction when I approach. Imagine our surprise when, after only a week, there are signs of an impending lawn! I keep expecting failure in all things outdoors. Booker may be sad about the changes, but he probably won't miss the bathtub.<br />
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<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-6745681555513676742014-07-28T12:13:00.000-07:002014-07-28T12:14:07.747-07:00Running around - againSometimes I hate being a grown-up.<br />
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Just for a while, wouldn't it be nice if we could shed responsibility? If worries could go away for a while? If there weren't 80 kabillion things we had to take care of?</div>
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I'd like to hide in my bedroom, sleep 'til noon, be grumpy and not face the world.</div>
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Work: actually a pleasure. I'm lucky enough to love my job and the questions/issues that come up are addressable. </div>
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Dentist: My cracked tooth cannot be saved. Exact quote from dentist: "Catastrophic break." </div>
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Veterinarian: Teddy is sleepy. Extraordinarily, worryingly sleepy. Weirdly sleepy.</div>
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Obedience Class: 30 miles away in rush-hour traffic. May not get there, depending on what the veterinarian says about Teddy.</div>
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The stereotype suggests that middle-aged spinsters like me should stay home with their multitudes of cats, reading in a corner. (I was going to say "rocking chair," but that's probably a bad idea with that many cats.) Not me. My current five-year-old vehicle has more miles on it than my first, 13-year-old-vehicle did. There's always something on the schedule, something to be responsible for, someplace I have to be, go, do.</div>
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And, having written about it - I'm very grateful for all of it. Getting older is better than the alternative.</div>
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Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-39165167154525464752014-07-21T14:14:00.000-07:002014-07-28T11:58:42.590-07:00Momma said there'd be days like this...I love my dogs. A lot. I like spending time with them, doing "stuff" with them, and just hanging out.<br />
Yesterday I didn't like either one of them at all.<br />
Understand that most Sunday mornings without plans are devoted to "dog ablutions" - nails, teeth, ears, etc. Each dog doesn't take long, but when you take care of four (my sister's two and my two), it adds up to a couple/three hour chunk of time.<br />
Afterwards, I just wanted to relax.<br />
Roc was too hot, so I got the cool pack for him to lie on. He settled.<br />
Teddy jumped off the couch and started whining. Booker jumped on Teddy and a vigorous round of "bitey-face" ensued.<br />
Roc got paranoid about the two others jumping on and off the couch and started whining. And shaking, which usually means he has to go outside to potty.<br />
Take Roc out - everybody goes. Booker insists on eating grass.<br />
Come back inside - Booker throws up, Roc poops in the house (his disability means he's not always aware when he has to go).<br />
Get everybody/everything cleaned up, attempt to relax again.<br />
Teddy won't come in the tv room to relax - whines by the back door. Lift Roc off the couch (heaven forbid I leave the room without him), go see what Teddy wants. Mr. "I can't poop when anyone's watching" wants to go out.<br />
Take Teddy and Roc outside.<br />
Come in, attempt to watch tv. Roc's too cold on his ice pack, take it away. Teddy chooses a bone to gnaw on. Booker wants it. More bitey-face, more paranoia, rinse and repeat.<br />
Not the restful Sunday afternoon I'd planned. And, something I never thought I'd say - Tango earned the "Best Dog" award of the day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Booker</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roc and Teddy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tango</td></tr>
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<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-9914616085658083302014-07-07T12:33:00.000-07:002014-07-07T12:33:20.600-07:00Getting ready for prime time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNJCXNrRQYb7swt1YhNj8yR1UuHm6FTGWpwJZ7cjzxKdNxbOhC-et5r1Cum3P9jyYKvHP8zlwC0jBBqIk0-_8qOH6zb2qWc94smf0tZavcstuXVC7LJKwhyqvwKGIHsW_zOr5E7g/s1600/teddyface121312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNJCXNrRQYb7swt1YhNj8yR1UuHm6FTGWpwJZ7cjzxKdNxbOhC-et5r1Cum3P9jyYKvHP8zlwC0jBBqIk0-_8qOH6zb2qWc94smf0tZavcstuXVC7LJKwhyqvwKGIHsW_zOr5E7g/s1600/teddyface121312.jpg" height="200" width="170" /></a>Teddy and I ventured back into the realm of competitive obedience on Saturday. We went to a Correction Clinic (practice obedience trial) hosted by a local club.<br />
I realized when I got there how much my training has changed over the last few years. Teddy was one of only a handful of dogs at the match who wasn't wearing a training (choke) or prong collar. I've become immersed in "positive reinforcement" training. I'd forgotten it was the rule, rather than the exception, to actually use "corrections" at a Correction Clinic.<br />
You don't have to, of course. So I didn't. And Teddy did great!<br />
We tried our hand at both Beginner Novice and Novice exercises and Teddy would have qualified in both if it had been a "real" trial.<br />
So it's time to go for the real thing and actually enter a competition. I spent a chunk of time this morning waffling about it. I found a relatively close trial, with great judges, and sat there with my entry all filled out, thinking "I have until Wednesday, maybe I'll see how he does in class tomorrow and then decide," and "Maybe I'll just enter Beginner, instead of Novice, just to see how he does."<br />
I'm not sure why competition has become such a bug-a-boo for me. Teddy knows what he's supposed to do, I know what I'm supposed to do. And I won't be devastated if we don't succeed. But I didn't seem able to hit "enter" for that entry.<br />
Then my sister reminded me of my resolve. "Just put your big-girl pants on and enter Novice." So I did. Wish us luck!<br />
-HopeHopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-31588691523152216242014-07-01T10:21:00.000-07:002014-07-07T12:33:31.981-07:00Still learning, after all these years<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4yBsaxgH0egjoAPUi_Xj-yWJE2N70RKeyKh50qvtqxgEEjj49DkTaRomLr2lpVCx9IxLLl9baRou8Xk9j6S338-gxNyrctfWCMTtpegmvGUk2D8qKNT_1hDg14I112p19LMlSHg/s1600/cuterocface.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4yBsaxgH0egjoAPUi_Xj-yWJE2N70RKeyKh50qvtqxgEEjj49DkTaRomLr2lpVCx9IxLLl9baRou8Xk9j6S338-gxNyrctfWCMTtpegmvGUk2D8qKNT_1hDg14I112p19LMlSHg/s1600/cuterocface.jpg" height="200" width="169" /></a>Last night there was some wild and woolly weather in the Chicago area. My phone kept announcing weather alerts, watches, warnings, etc. The thunder was almost continuous for a couple of hours. We've been lucky that none of our current crew of dogs cares about loud noises - thunder and fireworks don't usually bother this bunch.<br />
So I was at my wit's end last night - Roc couldn't settle. He was panting, restless, and shaking. I didn't know what to do. I took him out for a potty break. We got a little wet in the rain, but it didn't solve his discomfort. I took away the cooling mat he usually lies on in the evening. That wasn't it. I held him close, that didn't help.<br />
Finally, feeling like a really bad dog-mom, I put him on the floor (he can't get on or off the furniture himself any more) and basically threw my hands up.<br />
He went over to the bed that was his favorite for years before his back problems. Climbed in and went to sleep. Napped comfortably there until bedtime.<br />
Sorry, dude. I know you've never really been much of a lap dog/cuddler. There are times when a guy needs some "me" time.<br />
-Hope<br />
<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-28015609234419482972014-06-30T14:47:00.003-07:002014-07-07T12:36:17.233-07:00Team for a lifetime<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As Roc requires more of my time and attention I worry that Teddy isn't getting enough of either. It's a balancing act that's part of everyone's life, since we haven't found a way to stretch time.<br />
To make sure I'm not falling behind with training and spending time with the Ted-Monster, I go to obedience or agility class even on the days I'd rather just collapse on the couch after work.<br />
I always wind up being happy I went - one of the reasons I have dogs is that I love spending time with them, I enjoy the training process, and it's wonderful when you see your dog finally "get" the behavior you're working on. You can almost see Teddy being proud of himself.<br />
It's also an opportunity to spend an hour - even if it's the only hour you get all week - to ignore all of the stresses and demands on your time. I can shut out everything else when I'm training my dog. Precious time, indeed.<br />
I extend that time for a few minutes every day. Whether we work on a perfect "front" or a faster "recall," or just try to get a few, perfect heeling steps, I meet Teddy's eyes, we're working together, and we're a team.<br />
The training and teamwork lasts a lifetime. Roc remembers all those little things, too. And when I ask him for one of them - his tail still wags.<br />
-Hope<br />
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<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-74941860277412437892014-06-24T12:48:00.004-07:002014-07-07T12:33:59.667-07:00Living with a little old dog<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roc on his 12th birthday in December, 2013</td></tr>
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I went into the vet's office this morning to pick up some medicine refills for Roc. My little old man isn't doing all that great these days - something happened to his back in December and he's losing the use of his back legs.<br />
In all honesty, neither the vet nor I really expected him to still be here in June - if we hadn't been able to control his pain, he wouldn't be. He has trouble getting up from a sit or from lying down, his back legs don't always turn when he does, and he doesn't always realize that his right, rear paw is upside down. I fix it for him.<br />
And because of the medication he's on, he gets really warm. So I bought a bunch of flexible cooler sheets that rotate in and out of the freezer and under his towel on the couch. So he's cool enough to enjoy watching his beloved television.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teddy and I wanted to<br />
go walking on vacation.<br />
Roc came along strapped <br />
to my front in his <a href="http://www.gollygear.com/productcart/pc/Pooch-Pack-Front-Carrier-5p1973.htm#.U6nRmpRdXQQ">Pooch Pack</a>.</td></tr>
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And he's lost feeling and control of his back end, he doesn't always know when he has to poop and doesn't always make it outside anymore. But he still yells for his dinner (and breakfast, and snacks), and he still likes to play with his toys (even if "fetch" is just a few inches in front of him), and he still likes it when I hold him and give him big, smacky kisses. And he still loves barking at the lawn service, the mail carrier, the UPS guy, and his brother.<br />
Today the vet gave me "the talk." She was acting as Roc's advocate - she's known him since I brought him home as a four-month-old puppy. She wants to make sure that Roc is still here because he's happy, not because I need him to be. I was able to reassure her - according to her own rules, which she told me years ago, it's not time. It's a good way to know - think of your dog's three favorite things. When two of them are gone, it's probably time.<br />
I've let my friends know that vacations I've planned probably won't be happening - Roc can't travel and I won't leave him now. Having a little old dog restricts the time I can be away from home - he needs his medicine twice a day, and really can't "hold it" for more than a few hours anymore.<br />
Non-dog people might think it's not worth it. But they'd be wrong. Roc is still my best little buddy, my first obedience dog, and my responsibility. And the day I brought him home I made a promise to him that I'd always be there for him. And I will.<br />
-Hope<br />
<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-51780022721868040442014-06-18T12:33:00.002-07:002014-07-07T12:34:10.211-07:00Securing my dogs' future<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The last week has found us deeply immersed in the dog world - and wanting to share. The best way we can think of is to dust off the old blog and give it another spin. We're hoping to make it a habit - but not going to promise.<br />
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Yesterday our training club addressed an important issue for all of us who love our pets and consider them members of the family - estate planning and pet trusts. There was an article going around the internet a few weeks ago entitled "Will you be coming home to your pet." Lots of good ideas (entering an ICE number in your cell phone, hiding a key so your emergency contact has access to your home, etc.) for emergencies, but not long-term planning.<br />
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There were over 20 people at our club meeting - all of them deeply involved in dog training, dog sports, dog competition. And not one of us raised our hands when the speaker, Peter Canalia (<a href="http://canaliaandclark.com/">CanaliaandClark.com</a>) asked us if we had created a pet trust. Ooops.<br />
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According to Mr. Canalia, 10% of the pets euthanized in this country every year lose their lives because their owners made no provisions for their care. I'm not going to let that happen to my dogs.<br />
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Based on what I've learned, I think a Pet Trust is the best solution - naming a trustee to oversee the funds, <br />
and a caretaker to oversee the pets. And back-ups for both of them. It doesn't have to be a boat-load of money in the trust, and I can even buy a life insurance policy to fund it - just name the trust as the beneficiary. It seems like a relatively easy and painless way of making sure my pets get the care they deserve.<br />
-Hope<br />
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Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-66696106041918672122013-05-15T11:13:00.001-07:002013-05-15T11:13:42.013-07:00It’s not funny – it’s your fault<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLuIMVzoUTCVeLeAk5ezAxdoBaIxu6f44V0xHLbjfa4GwqKoDfrjuYCR7mPFcfWNHDr1xWmrH-T920sElXLDuhZC_DnL69i_2SaXWrsclpWeZvRKRLAKBaDYrEqtL-Cj89ugqzw/s1600/goodboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLuIMVzoUTCVeLeAk5ezAxdoBaIxu6f44V0xHLbjfa4GwqKoDfrjuYCR7mPFcfWNHDr1xWmrH-T920sElXLDuhZC_DnL69i_2SaXWrsclpWeZvRKRLAKBaDYrEqtL-Cj89ugqzw/s400/goodboy.jpg" width="291" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have an online friend who, almost daily, mentions her
poodle puppy’s naughtiness. He chewed up a couple leashes, he counter-surfed
and smashed dinner to the floor. He strewed the nice, clean laundry all over
the house. He knocked over some plants. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It’s in line with the “dog shaming” posts that people are
uploading – hanging a sign around their dogs’ necks detailing the dog’s
supposedly shameful behavior.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don’t think it’s funny. Any of it. And it’s not the dog’s
fault – it’s yours.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you know your dog is prone to chewing stuff up – why is
it loose in the house when you run out for 10 minutes? And why do you act
surprised when your own experience has taught you to expect exactly the result
you got?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why don’t you just crate your dog for those 10 minutes and,
when you get back, spend another 10 teaching your dog to “leave it?” You spent
that much time cleaning up the mess he left. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Don’t these people see what I see? If your dog gets in the
garbage every day – don’t take a picture of it and “shame” the dog. You’re just
telling us you’re a bad dog owner. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Instead, pay some attention! If you can’t bring yourself to
crate the dog when you’re not paying attention, snap on his leash and tie it to
your belt loop. If he’s always in sight, you have every opportunity to reward
him for being “good.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dog training should be about paying attention and teaching
your dog how to make good choices. Limit his access to “naughty” behavior and
reward behavior you want.</span></div>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One of my instructors often reminds us of this Albert
Einstein quote: “Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and
expecting different results.”</span></span>Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-48883051941447175362013-05-09T10:20:00.000-07:002013-05-09T10:20:11.047-07:00I own my dogs<br />
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They are my property and I own them.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSRLhD-kAgOJAJMQ48udHPMWslR_CQ0eGenTJEOE7VTfEAlLdoaWMvTnGRn74anxKfO_jkRb30q3uLrYXaVYHpajGH8lgHFgXC1EshUTVmddUmBWqi7WRDOpZ6wtYPIfLWDJKjg/s1600/familyportrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFSRLhD-kAgOJAJMQ48udHPMWslR_CQ0eGenTJEOE7VTfEAlLdoaWMvTnGRn74anxKfO_jkRb30q3uLrYXaVYHpajGH8lgHFgXC1EshUTVmddUmBWqi7WRDOpZ6wtYPIfLWDJKjg/s320/familyportrait.jpg" width="320" /></a>I’m not a pet “guardian” or pet “parent.” I paid money to
acquire my dogs; I own them, I didn’t adopt them and I can do what I like with
them.</div>
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Seems rather a harsh statement, doesn’t it? I have good
reason for it. Dogs have no rights in our legal system. The law considers them
property, so I do, too.</div>
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This way I’m the only one with authority over their
treatment, care, and whereabouts. I know what’s best for my dogs and try my
best to achieve it. </div>
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The most prominent “animal rights” organizations have begun
referring to pet owners as “pet parents” or “guardians.” I find this very
scary. One group is talking now about “adopting” pets, not only from shelters,
but from responsible breeders. I know,
having dug deep into the innards of these groups, that their ultimate goal is a
world in which humans and animals have no interaction. Their objective is not
only a completely vegan human society, but one in which all animals are “left
alone.” No pets, no farm animals, no zoos, no animal sanctuaries, no
veterinarians. No contact. Completely separate worlds for animals and people. </div>
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I don’t know for sure about your dogs, but only one of mine
is capable of finding her own food – and she really didn’t care for the rabbit
once she’d caught it. None of mine would survive a winter in the wild. You’ll
find them curled up in front of the heat vents all winter.</div>
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While I do believe that every animal (and person!) should
live free from suffering, I don’t think that animals suffer merely by being in
human care. I think most pets are appreciated, well-cared-for and indulged. Their
lives, as well as those of their owners, are improved by the relationship. </div>
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In casual conversation I do refer to my “kids.” But I know
they’re not – they’ll never “grow up” to lead independent lives and be
taxpayers. I didn’t adopt my dogs – I bought them, under contract. That is our
legal relationship. And that’s fine – because I know what’s best for them.</div>
Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-48928205620857433592013-04-29T12:54:00.003-07:002013-04-29T12:54:45.637-07:00Focusing on the mission<br />
If you've noticed a change in direction here at the GollyLog lately - you're right. We've tightened our focus to become more useful.<br />
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Being helpful to owners of small dogs was the original reason we started our shop - <a href="http://www.gollygear.com/">Golly Gear</a>. As small dog owners all of our adult lives, we knew it was difficult to find the "right" stuff for our dogs - harnesses/collars/leashes that fit, toys our dogs could carry, treats that weren't larger than their meals, etc.<br />
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We may have wandered off that tight focus for a while - 2012 was a difficult time for us, as well as many of you. We've gotten back on track - reaffirming that original mission for ourselves and our shop.<br />
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Our focus at Golly Gear has tightened - emphasizing the needs of people like us, whose dogs are companions, partners, and family members - not accessories or fashion statements.<br />
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With a new website and renewed focus, we have a new energy to serve our Golly Gear community even better - finding and offering fun, affordable and practical products for small dogs.<br />
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Dogs are integral parts of our lives - both professionally and personally. We like spending time with them, training them, playing with them, and holding down the couch with them.<br />
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And one of the best things our dogs have brought us is the connection with other "dog people." We are members of the<a href="http://www.nsdtc.com/"> North Shore Dog Training Club</a> - the oldest AKC-member obedience club in the U.S. And we're proud to be part of the "<a href="http://www.chicagoagility.com/">All Fours Agility Team</a>" - even though we're not the most experienced or skilled team-members and we'll never be asked to play for the softball team, we're just that awful at throwing toys or treats.<br />
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GollyGear.com, NSDTC, and All Fours have brought us wonderful friends, people who we never would have had the good fortune to meet if we weren't all "dog people."<br />
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Dog people are among the best in the world. We've found, as a community, that most dog-lovers have a wonderful compassion for others - perhaps because we all know the real meaning of unconditional love. We may all be incredibly busy - most have jobs in the "real world" and make time for "dog stuff" when we can, but there's always seems to be time for dog people to lend a hand, or answer a question, or provide a shoulder to cry on.<br />
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We're lucky enough to know very few people who would say "It's just a dog." And we feel sorry for anyone who would.<br />
Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-79058248580544446852013-04-25T13:55:00.002-07:002013-04-25T13:55:40.975-07:00Play with your dog!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing tug with my Teddy</td></tr>
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I was assisting the instructor at our obedience club's puppy class on Tuesday night and a very sad thing occurred to me. Most people don't seem to know how to play with their dogs.<br />
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Sounds odd, doesn't it? And it was a strange realization for me, too. The half-dozen people in class range in age from teens to mid-sixties. Their puppies run the gamut, too; from a four-pound Chihuahua to a six-month old Viszla, with a Boston Terrier, a KleeKai, and two French Bulldogs in the mix.<br />
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One of the Frenchie people was having trouble getting her dog's attention. He was interested in the other dogs, in me, in the instructor, in the dogs in the Rally class across the room - everything but his very nice "mom." There were a couple of reasons for that - the first one being that he didn't have to look for "mom" because she had his leash so tight he knew exactly where she was - at the other end of the very taut leash. The other reason is that mom's not much fun.<br />
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I encouraged her to get his attention by playing with him - and she responded that she hadn't brought a toy to class. And she seemed astonished when I said "You don't need a toy - have him play with you!"<br />
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It never seemed to occur to her - or most of the other people in class.<br />
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So I got down on my knees and gave her dog a little poke. Then I put my hand against his chest and gently pushed. It got his attention. So I gave him another chest push. And he rebounded back, ready to play and eager to interact with me. And we had a lovely few minutes playing "throw the puppy away." And his mom was astounded - she'd never seen him so happy to play with someone and she'd had no idea how to start the game.<br />
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Dogs are many things in our lives; companions, friends, protectors, comforters, but they're also play machines. Let yourself play with your dog - get down on the floor and be a silly kid for a while. Toys are wonderful - play fetch, play tug, play keep-away. If you don't have a toy, play shove-the-puppy, or tummy-tickle, or you-can't-catch-me. Don't worry about anyone else seeing you, or what anyone else will think. If they have any sense they'll admire your spirit and be a little bit jealous that you know how to have fun.<br />
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Dogs can live a lot of fun in just a few minutes and they're excellent reminders to live in the moment we have.<br />
Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-76253308160169046392013-04-22T09:41:00.000-07:002013-04-22T09:41:39.023-07:00Live healthy - get a dog!<br />
In keeping with Earth Day, I "Googled" pets and pollution - figuring I'd write about the impact our dogs have on the environment and what we could do to minimize it.<br />
All I found was a bunch of articles about cleaning up after your dog. So scoop the poop, people!<br />
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What I did find that was much more interesting was the positive effect of pet ownership on human health. As aggravating as they may be at times - it turns out my dogs are good for me. (Remind me of this, please, the next time I complain about those "rolling ocean" sounds coming from Dax at 3 o'clock in the morning.)<br />
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There are lots of ways that pets have a positive impact on our health; lowering blood pressure and anxiety, and now we discover that pets are good for kids with allergies - good to know this record-pollen-level Spring!<br />
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Back in the dark ages when I was a child with allergies, my mother was instructed to get rid of carpeting, drapes, upholstered furniture and the dog. So, a bit obnoxious even then, I asked the doctor what the effect of not following instructions would be. A Spartan lifestyle may be good for some, but not my taste, even then. And there was no way my dog was going anywhere without me. Basically, he told me that my nose would be stuffed. Like it had been forever.<br />
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So we went home and changed little, if anything, around the house. And umpteen years later, I can still breathe. And my face does make noise sometimes (sniffing, coughing and sneezing), which upsets my dog Roc (Mom's face is NOT allowed to make noise), but I'm fine.<br />
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And it was the right thing to do. According to researcher James E. Gern, MD, a pediatrician at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, in an article in the Journal of Allergy and Clinical Immunology cited in <a href="http://www.webmd.com/hypertension-high-blood-pressure/features/health-benefits-of-pets">WebMD.com</a>, <i>children living with "furred animals" have fewer allergies. </i><br />
<i>In his recent study, Gern analyzed the blood of babies immediately after birth and one year later. He was looking for evidence of an allergic reaction, immunity changes, and for reactions to bacteria in the environment.</i><br />
<i>If a dog lived in the home, infants were less likely to show evidence of pet allergies -- 19% vs. 33%. They also were less likely to have eczema, a common allergy skin condition that causes red patches and itching. In addition, they had higher levels of some immune system chemicals -- a sign of stronger immune system activation.</i><br />
<i>"Dogs are dirty animals, and this suggests that babies who have greater exposure to dirt and allergens have a stronger immune system," Gern says.</i><br />
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Of course, we also did all kinds of things back in the day that are frowned upon now. We have a precious home movie of me, about three years old, dashing over to a pile of rocks and sticking them in my mouth. With my mother hot on my heels to extract them.<br />
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In our neighborhood the kids all played in rain puddles (especially the ones with worms); we dug in the unsanitized, neighborhood dirt; we let ants and butterflies and fireflies crawl on us and we were all okay.<br />
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I believe that the human immune system is one of the "use it or lose it" things. Healthy people should give their bodies some challenges. We all know the "five-second rule" is bogus - but if the last cookie falls on the floor, I'm still going to eat it, unless one of the dogs beats me to it.<br />
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Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-62683678632682186192013-04-18T12:06:00.000-07:002013-04-18T12:06:36.431-07:00Dealing with Booker's "hairy eyeball"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This morning we're on tenterhooks. Booker, Fran's five-month-old Boston Terrier puppy is having surgery today to remove a growth (dermoid cyst) from his right eye.<br />
Aside from being good fodder for jokes (Booker's quite literal "hairy eyeball"), there's nothing good or fun about it. From the stress of diagnosis, to finding a good specialty vet, to figuring out how to pay, to worrying about the procedure, the follow-up, and the long-term ramifications - it's all a source of stress. And it's one that every pet owner faces at some point.<br />
So how do you find a good veterinarian? It takes some research, which is easier now than ever before. The internet makes it both simpler and more perplexing - after you've read umpteen dozen reviews of a particular veterinary hospital, what impression are you left with? Good, bad, more confused than when you started?<br />
We've been going to the same veterinarian since before there was an internet. But I still remember how we found her - a friend whose opinion we trusted referred us - with glowing accolades. So we tried her and we liked her. And she listens to us. Which is increasingly rare and much appreciated. When we take one of our dogs in because "he's just not right" - she takes us seriously and works to find the source of the issue.<br />
So the first resource for finding a good vet is to ask people you trust - people who take care of their pets the way you want to. People whose pets are healthy and happy.<br />
If you have several to choose among, secondary considerations may be costs, hours, and distance. When you've made your decision, it may be a good idea to make an appointment and take your pet for a "wellness check." It's an opportunity to assess the facility, personnel, and the vet - before you and your pet are in urgent need.<br />
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Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-30766442326112750042013-04-15T10:26:00.000-07:002013-04-15T10:26:46.795-07:00What should I feed my dog? (Part II - Who do you trust?)<br />
Who do you trust?<br />
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It's an important consideration when considering what you'll feed your dog.<br />
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Gone are the days when dogs ate table scraps and their diet was given little, if any consideration. Dogs are treated as members of our families and addressing their well-being, including the food they eat, is part of our lives.<br />
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There's a rumor out there that veterinarians don't know much about canine nutrition and their training consists of dog-food-company-sponsored lectures of a day or two in vet school. While not quite accurate, it is true that most veterinarians don't specialize in nutritional considerations. And the controversy over raw feeding and BARF (Bones and Raw Food) feeding rages not only in the consumer sector, but in professional circles as well.<br />
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So - is your veterinarian's word final when it comes to your dog's food? No - but it should be considered. As should the opinion of your "dog friends" whose dogs are active, happy, healthy and look great. It can also be helpful to get the viewpoints of all the dog "professionals" you're in contact with - the breeder you got your puppy from, the groomer who makes your dog look great, the trainer who taught your obedience class.<br />
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All of them have found some feeding system, brand or company whose products they trust.<br />
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Listen to everybody. Ask why they do what they do. Follow up with online research of the brands, or methods that sound best to you. And then employ the most valuable tool you have - your common sense.<br />
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When I first heard about raw feeding, it was accompanied by phrases like "what wolves eat in the wild." Thinking about it - my dogs bear little, if any resemblance to wolves. And I found no research that wolves in the wild are particularly long-lived, or healthy. It may be that a raw diet is good for dogs (some people swear by it, too), but that reasoning wasn't good enough for me - it defied common sense.<br />
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And once your decision is made, don't rest on your laurels. News reports have been coming out almost weekly on dog food recalls, either enforced or voluntary, at various companies. Stay aware - it's not difficult these days. One of the most current sources for information is<a href="http://www.dogfoodadvisor.com/dog-food-recalls/"> The Dog Food Advisor</a>; you can even sign up for email alerts.<br />
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At our shop, Golly Gear, we don't carry dog food, so I have no stake in the argument. If/when we ever decide to carry dog food, I hope we'll use the same criteria we do for the treats we do stock. We know where they're made. We know all of the ingredients. The ingredient list is minimal. And the company stands by its products - as do we.Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-67167747669846962102013-04-11T11:08:00.001-07:002013-04-11T11:08:02.448-07:00What should I feed my dog? (Part 1)<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The one question every dog professional is probably asked most often is; "What food is best for my dog?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And the absolute truth is that there is no best dog food. There are best choices for a particular dog, but there's no "easy button" for finding your dog's best food.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It takes some research to find it - and a check list of your and your dog's requirements.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some checklist items you should consider before you go shopping:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1. Cost. Some people can afford to give their dogs the finest, imported Kobe beef. Most of us can't and wouldn't even if we could. Set a realistic budget for feeding your dog each week/month.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">How big is your dog and how much does she eat? If you have a small dog that eats less than a cup of dry food a day, maybe a more expensive brand of food that meets all of your other requirements is worth considering. If you have a massive dog that eats several cups of food a day, you may have to consider less expensive choices.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. Convenience. There is a trend these days toward raw food and/or freshly prepared, homemade dog food. It may be wonderful if you can fit it into your schedule and freezer, but it may not be an option for those who, more often than we'd like to admit, settle for cereal for dinner because we just don't have the time or energy to cook after work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3. Quality. Another recent trend is to include ingredients that are "in the news" as providing health benefits. Blueberries and cranberries and oatmeal and on and on and on may be great foods, but does your dog's food need to include them? I tend to believe that fewer ingredients is better, but that's probably because I've tried, more than once, to figure out which ingredient is triggering my dog's allergies.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Also pay attention to where the food is made, and how. We've all been frightened by the tainted, imported dog foods. And many smaller dog food companies in this country use common packing facilities to make and package their products. This is called "co-packing." It means that while one company's food may be perfect for your dog, another company's recipe may contain ingredients you don't want, and it was made on the same equipment. Something to consider.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4. Health and Allergies. Is your dog sensitive or allergic to some foods? I have one dog that can't eat chicken and/or turkey and I have to scour the dog food labels to find products that exclude "poultry by-products." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So what do we feed our dogs? Between my sister and I we have five dogs and feed them four different foods - because there is no "right" food for all of them. One has allergies, one has kidney issues, one's a puppy, and two (thank goodness) are normal, healthy adult dogs.</span><br />
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<br />Hopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06412550966673386436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-36954043856607384272013-04-05T12:39:00.001-07:002013-04-05T12:39:48.397-07:00More puppy training tips<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tango and Booker</td></tr>
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<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Train one dog at a time! Put the other dog away for a few minutes (in his crate or in another room) - he'll be fine.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Let him watch, if possible. Jealousy is a powerful training motivator.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But, keep the training times about equivalent, and as short as 5 minutes per session.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Review yesterday's lesson. And review it again tomorrow.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bring the best treats to class, to try to maintain your puppy's attention. Use the next best for daily training sessions. - Fran </span></span></li>
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Franhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00202333758998464595noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-87070298741180911192013-03-29T09:52:00.000-07:002013-03-29T09:52:00.865-07:0010 Things to Remember when Training a Puppy<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Booker at 10 weeks old.</td></tr>
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<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Keep your session short.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Have several sessions each day. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Review your last session briefly.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Smile!!!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He's a puppy! Limited attention span!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Work on one or two things per session.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Put on your happy voice!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No corrections - he's a puppy and doesn't know anything!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Be consistent!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Use super-yummy treats to keep his focus on you. - Fran</span></span></li>
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Franhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00202333758998464595noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24937963.post-22031751881834721432013-03-22T10:37:00.002-07:002013-03-22T10:37:50.076-07:00Baby gate shuffle!<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The logistics are difficult when we want to train one dog without the others "showing off." Booker needs a few sessions to himself during the day, but I don't want the other dogs sitting in front of me when I'm telling Booker to sit! They'd get the treats. Now, there are times when jealousy is a great trainer - like dumbbell work, but that's for much later! So, we do the baby gate shuffle. Treats for everyone as I move them into one room and move the baby gates so they can't get out. Luckily Booker is small enough so that I can pick him up and carry him into the room where I want to work! He likes to stand on his hind legs for everything, so we're working hard on having "4 on the floor!" - Fran</span></span>Franhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00202333758998464595noreply@blogger.com0