A STRAY DOG

 Up the street he goes,

Final destination- no one knows,

Traveling hurriedly by his feet,

Ignoring obstacles he may meet.

It's a routine journey every day,

He's one of many- he's a stray,

For daily he travels the street,

Looking for his next meal to eat.

Let's hope he will find,

Someone so..so..kind,

A handout to him they'll share,

Showing him they really care.

     To all stray dogs out there: our hope is that you find a loving home.  I am certain that you have lots of love and affection to give...

Doggy Dementia (Part 2)

     This will be a short post to this blog.  Back in April I wrote about my cousin's dog having dementia.  Her dog is still living well enough and functioning.  Calling this post "part 2" may have been a little misleading.  This isn't about her dog.  It's actually about someone else's dog.
     Recently our family went on a camping trip with a group of teenagers.  It was an outdoor training weekend for the teens.  There were other adults there and we found ourselves having some free time to sit and talk.  What did we talk about?  Our dogs, of course. 
     James is one of the men we were talking to.  We were talking about the challenges of taking care of a Senior Dog.  You know.....a dog that is getting up there in age and has more needs than ever.  We were talking about changes in diet, having teeth removed, etc.  But then James said something that struck a chord with me.  He said, "My dog does the weirdest thing.  He will jump up and run into an empty room, stare at the wall, and start trembling.  He is doing it more and more often."
     I remembered how I looked up Doggy Dementia while writing the post on my cousin's dog.  If you'll remember, the disorder is actually called Canine Cognitive Dysfunction(CCD).  Randomly going into odd corners or rooms and staring at the wall, trembling....these were signs of CCD!  So I asked James how old his dog is.  "Fourteen," he replied. 
     "James, your dog has dementia."
     I know it's a sad topic.  His dog is old and really showing it.  But it was kind of interesting to me that through doing this blog, I was familiar with what was happening to James' dog.  I didn't get into detail.  I only told him I knew what it was because a cousin's dog had some of the same behaviors. I suggested he do an internet search on the topic and he would see for himself. 
     I guess all I'm saying here is that you go through things or you learn about things for a reason.  And that reason is often to share what you have learned with others.  I was glad I knew what it was and could tell James.

Dog Walking

     On an early morning drive through the park, I saw a woman walking her dog.  This drive through the park was my weekly ritual, and I got used to seeing her with the dog every week. After many weeks of this, one day I didn't see her and the dog.  Weeks of not seeing her went by and I wondered what had become of them.
     One day my son and I drove through the park.  I saw what became obvious to me was the why the woman stopped walking that dog.  The dog was a female who had given birth to four puppies. There was no leash to restrain the mother or her puppies.  In front walked the mama and behind her were two pups and directly behind them were the last two pups.  They were walking in pairs obediently behind the mama!  They were in an even formation and their trot was at the same pace!
     Across my face a broad smile came.  I then looked toward the driver's side of our vehicle at my son.  He displayed a big smile as well.  Looking back at the dogs and the woman, I made eye contact with her.  She, too, smiled and pride was all over her face.
     I wished I had a video camera that day.  On that wonderful day, I had witnessed what I describe as a beautiful sight.  I had witnessed a loving pet owner with her mama dog and her disciplined puppies running behind.  To me it was a pure treasure- a magnificent find.  I really do regret that I hadn't had a video camera....because if I had, I could have shared that joy with others.

His Bark is Much Worse than His Bite

     Being raised in the country, back many years ago, to drop in to see a neighbor was not unusual.  I don't recall Mother or Daddy ever calling ahead to let a neighbor know we were coming.  Today the drop-in visit does still exist, but it is not as frequent.
     Those years back, every neighbor had his trusty dog.  The dog pre-warned the owner that someone had come for a visit.  It was one bark followed by another.  If more than one dog was present, it was enough noise to arouse anyone. 
     To this day, I don't ever recall being afraid of any of the neighbors' barking dogs.  In fact, my parents proceeded to the front door and out would come someone who simply yelled to the dog, "Shut up!"  The dog did as it was told and found himself a place to lie down.  He was not heard of again during our visit.
     The idiom definition of "his bark is much worse than his bite," is someone who may well get angry, but doesn't take any action.  In further explanation, it is the giving of many threats but without following through.
     The internet states a barking dog seldom bites.  I really believe this somewhat.  Is a dog, in his behavior, much different than his owner?

Training your dog

     This will be short.  We have all seen amazing dogs that can do tricks on television.  Nowadays, I suppose the place to see impressive dog tricks is on Youtube.  I've seen dogs that can open refrigerators and bring their owners a beer.  I've seen dogs that can ride scooters or fetch one toy by name from several toys laid out before them.  I have friends that have taught their dogs to shake hands.  My own dog's skills include sitting on command and "fetch."  But there is one skill I think EVERY DOG OWNER SHOULD TEACH THEIR DOG.  This is one skill that YOU SHOULD TEACH IF YOU TEACH NOTHING ELSE.  It's a bit of a pet peeve of mine.  Please teach your dog not to jump up on people. 
     When we got Abby, she was so little and so cute.  It didn't seem like such a bother to have her jump up on us in excitement.  But my husband said we had to be firm and not allow her to do such a thing because she would not stay little.  And no one appreciates a dog jumping up and putting their muddy paws on their clothes.  I really don't appreciate a dog jumping up on a small child and knocking the kid over.  But you know what?  Dogs don't know any better.  They are excited.  They jump.  They need to be taught not to jump up on people just like a toddler needs to be taught not to touch anything and everything.  I am so glad my husband knew to teach Abby not to jump.  Oddly enough, the only person she ever jumps at is my father-in-law and I can't fathom why she does it.  She just really seems unable to contain her excitement when he comes around. 
     So please...please....PLEASE teach your dog that it is not okay to jump on you, your kids, or anyone. As a bonus, you will enjoy being around your dog more. 

(Written by my daughter, Karen.)

Babysitting Buddy

     Over the past five years or so, I have found our family in a position to help care for our friends' pets while they have gone on vacation.  It is a task that we enjoy since we love animals so much.  It hasn't been all roses and rainbows, though.  We kept a dog one time that didn't' like the kids very much and snapped at them. We kept another that cried if I walked out of the room. Our experience in keeping others' pets can open up a wealth of stories I could share on this blog.  Perhaps I can tell those at another time.  Today, I only want to tell you about Buddy.
     Buddy's new owners bought him on a whim- one week before a planned vacation to see family in New York.  Would I keep seven week old Buddy? A seven week old fully bred Chocolate Lab puppy?  Yes!!
     As "mother" to ten year old fully bred Yellow Lab Abby, I have vowed to only own Labradors for the rest of my life.  My husband has been trying for a few years now to convince me to go ahead and get Abby a Lab puppy to play with.  I always say "no," "that is ridiculous," and "she doesn't need a puppy." One dog is enough for us!  Dogs are work.  Abby has integrated herself into our family life so well that she is not work.  I definitely do not want a second dog, BUT I can try one out for a week. 
     I won't get into details, but the week with Buddy was rewarding.  It was fun.  It was exhausting.  There were accidents and some things were chewed a bit, but he's going to be relatively easy to train.  Abby seemed to bond with him and they played well together.  I have never seen her bond with any of the dogs we've kept until Buddy.  Is it because they are the same breed?
     I was both glad and sad when his people returned and Buddy went back home.  Glad-because I had to take him out so often and watch him every minute to make sure he did not chew up our belongings.  Sad because he was a mostly good dog and it would have given me pleasure to keep training him.  I can see myself really enjoying another pup someday.  Someday.  I am thinking that someday will come when the kids are grown and have left home. The children didn't offer much in the help department. The amount of attention a new pup would need from me would be all of it.

(This was written by my daughter, Karen.)

BAD BAD DOG (Finalized)

     Many news stations on television fail to give follow-up stories.  I will now give a follow-up story to two stories posted on the dog blog. 
     Stories entitled Bad Bad Dog were posted July 31, 2014, and August 23, 2014.  The stories told of a dog terrorizing children as they walked home from school.  Although the dog did no harm physically, he had children scared to pass by the house.  On many occasions, adults had to walk them by the house. 
     After being reported, the owner still did nothing.  But finally, maybe something was done.  The dog appears to no longer be at the house.  The children walk home past the house feeling safe once again. 
     I live on a street where my neighbors are not the original owners of the houses.  I was a first time owner of my house.  The neighbors I raised my children with have long since moved.  Now, everyone tends to stay to themselves.
     Whatever happened to the dog, I do not know nor will I probably ever know.  I just know that now the dog is gone. 
     I like to think the dog was given to someone who could take care of his needs.  I seriously doubt that he suffered euthanasia.  He hurt no one.  Regardless of his fate, the final story of Bad Bad Dog is, "He no longer lives on this street."