Wednesday, December 13, 2006

The Hooligan

While Mommy was cleaning up the side yard today, Guinness found another way to escape from the yard. Once Guinness started trying to venture from the yard when a puppy, I set up the plastic chickenwire fence at the front to keep him from running away. But there was a gap where he could escape under the bushes and jump off the wall. I filled the gap with a window screen wedged in the branches of the bushes. This past spring, when the leaves grew on the current bushes, I thought that Guinness had grown too big to fit through that opening, and, besides, the leaves hid the fact that there was an escape route there. We were fine all summer. Now that the leaves are gone, Guinness has been investigating this weak spot. I knew that he could push his body through there if he tried hard enough. Well, today while I was pooper scooping, he did it! I didn’t see it happen, but he was in front of the wall, looking rather dazed. His leash was caught on a corner of the concrete wall, keeping him from running away. When I called him to “come,” he jumped back up the wall and I guided him back through the branches. Then I promptly pulled a screen out of the garage and wedged it into the bushes again. Not very pretty in our front yard, but quite utilitarian.


After our walk and before jumping in the shower, I wrapped a gift for Christine and hot glued a stem of holly on the gift ("Dogs Never Lie About Love" by Masson). I placed it in the center of the dining room table so that Guinness would leave it alone. I also placed a bag of treats for Sasha beside the gift. Then I foolishly told Guinness that Sasha and Christine were coming. He went beserk!!! He ran to the window looking for them at the front door, barked at me, ran to the deck door, then back to the kitchen window. He was ecstatic and could not understand that “wait” meant two more hours.

While showering, Guinness did not lie at my shower door, so I wondered what he was up to. You probably think that he reached the bag of treats and ate them. Nope! He left the treats untouched on the table. Guess again! He ate most of the holly stem, leaving the gift otherwise unscathed. It might not have been "cute" if he had left teeth marks in the book! ha!


That placed him in timeout.



The appointed time finally arrived with a canine and a human guest at the door. Talk about excited! Guinness’s spirit and body were unrestrained! Once I was able to pull him away from the doorway so that they could enter, he jumped and jumped (Christine came prepared wearing “dog clothes.”). Then, unbridled, he raced in a circle through the hallway, living room, dining room, and kitchen a couple of times. Sasha tried to tell him off, but it didn’t faze Guinness. By the time Guinness finally calmed down a bit, Christine and I were both out of breath! We were able to sit sedately sipping our eggnog lattes and munching on Christmas treats while keeping Guinness pacified with carrots. Unfortunately, we have caved in to feeding Guinness occasional goodies to keep him well behaved while we eat. Of course, Sasha, with perfect manners, rested politely on his mother’s lap the whole time.





After moving to the living room, we heard Sasha making ferocious sounds. Then we saw Sasha attacking Guinness. Hurray! Sasha is learning that he can tell this boisterous creature to back off. After Sasha had nestled on Christine’s lap on the sofa for a while, he slid off, leaving Guinness the opportunity of climbing up on her lap. It was more important to get him off her than to capture that scene with my camera.





Monday, December 11, 2006

Disappointment

All summer, while neighbors might be in the backyards, we had to hold Guinness on a leash or he would run down the stairs to the driveway to greet someone exuberantly (and unwantedly). Now that winter is approaching, no one is outside. And he has been good about staying in our yard even if he sees a squirrel. For the past month, we take him outside with no leash. What a relief that is! However, four times now in the past few days, he has escaped the yard when I am not watching. The first time he did it, I could not find him anywhere! He was no where in sight in the back or in the front, and, he did not respond to, “Come,” “Treats!” his name, or his song. That first time, I was beginning to panic as several minutes went by before I saw movement on a neighbor’s deck. Ugh! We are back to attaching a leash, but, after three more escapes, we (oops! That should be “I” as Grant has not had this problem.) cannot let our eyes stray from him.

This morning, he was begging for a walk. In spite of the drizzle, I was willing to take him around the neighborhood streets where he would have no freedom and not get muddy. We got ourselves ready in the garage, then I suggested that he go potty in our yard first. Well, he went #1 and #2, so I had to clean it up. Yep! When I turned around, he was gone and on a deck that has a Christmas tree two doors down. He absolutely made no response to my calls to him. When I marched up on the deck, he hid under the tree, then tried to run past me. He got a BIG scolding and was sent to his crate for a long timeout. Mommy was mad!

Sunday, December 10, 2006

The Beach

Today was in the upper 40’s with bright sunshine. It was a day to walk the beach! About a week ago, when the sand was frozen and ice was building at the edge of the lake, I took Guinny for his third foray on the beach. That was the first time we had walked the length of the beach. I kept him on a long lead (a better quality one than the one from the dollar store that broke as soon as his paws hit the sand), and he did great. Today, after a couple of minutes on the beach, Guinness came racing back to me and jumped on me to say, “Thank you, thank you, Mommy for bringing me here again!” It was so sweet! The ice and snow had melted at the edge of the lake, so I let him get his feet wet. He was ecstatic, leaping through the water. Since he was on a lead, he could not go out deep enough to swim. When on the sand, he pranced and bounced or strutted with the gait of a Tennessee Walker. He was definitely a happy boy! Canada Geese, Mallard Ducks, some seagulls, and a few Trumpeter Swans which winter in this area, were all along the edge of the lake and scurried away as we approached. Since it was a nice day, there was a smattering of people roaming the beach as well as a few dogs. We walked all the way to the pier lining the channel into the bay. As is usual in winter, that narrow stretch of deep water was full of Oldsquaw Scoters. Since they were disturbed by Guinness’s presence, I turned around half way down the pier. Guinness pled, “Do we have to go home?” He wanted to keep going. But back we went. On the return down the beach, two dogs the size of Guinness were off leash with their master, so, when Guinny pulled to meet them, I allowed the loop to slip off my wrist. They had a couple minutes of playful frenzy. The other master picked up Guinness’s leash and was shocked at how strong he is. He said, “You have your hands full! This is one powerful dog!” Yep. I’m well aware of that. Actually, if I had not released the leash, he easily could drag me face down through the sand.

I must say that there was a smile pasted on my face for the entire walk. I love it as much as Guinness does, plus I was amused to watch how fascinated he is with the beach. The regret crossed my mind again that I wish Hershey had been well enough long enough to have taught Guinness how to behave on the beach without a leash.

Still loves Santa!





















Santa has lasted for a full week! Guinness has been so cute with him that I have taken several photos.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Santa


This afternoon, we went to PetsMart to have Guinness’s picture taken with Santa. He LOVES everyone and everything! The only times he has exhibited fear are when he sees inanimate objects such as my large Halloween scrarecrow in the front yard. Well, he did NOT like Santa! He would not go near him, though he did accept treats with trepidation from him. We could not get him to sit close enough to Santa for a photo, though, I must say, Santa himself was not very cooperative. He may as well have been an inanimate object! So I had to get in on the act in order to have the pre-paid picture taken.

















Guinness spent Saturday afternoon through Sunday morning at his pet hotel. As usual, they gave us a stuffed toy for him as we left. We usually hide their presents to give to a friend’s dog, as he is an aggressive chewer and they are destroyed within 10 minutes. Grant must have set this one down within Guinness’s reach because I found him prancing around with the cellophane wrapped package. I decided to let him have his fun. To my surprise, once he had it open, he was gentle with the stuffed toy! It has now lasted for 5 hours and promises to last even longer!

Friday, December 01, 2006

Oh, my...

I did not sleep well last night and stayed up reading quite a while, thus I slept in late this morning. Grant was up early and gone, as usual. At 9:30, Guinness woke me up. Then he ran off to the lower level. I went down to see what was so exciting down there. While I was away this past week, Grant indulged in a gift to himself – a black suede, wide-brimmed Tilley hat which was still in its large box on the sofa downstairs. The box was tipped over and empty. From near the laundry room, Guinness dashed past me, hat in mouth, and whizzed upstairs. At first, even with a treat in my hand, he would not let me catch him. When I finally had the hat, I told him, “Go get in your crate.” He raced around the main level a couple of times, then ran to his crate. The hat is destroyed, of course. He had had at least an hour or two to work on it. I went downstairs to assess any other damage. Grant had purchased a hefty suede brush to care for his hat. Guinness had enjoyed the wooden handle tremendously. Wood chips, bristles, and pieces of black suede were all over the floor. I pondered how to break the news to Grant. I waited until he called me. After I finished the story, Grant jovially said, “No problem! It’s insured.”

“What?!”

“They told me that the hat is fully insured for one year whether is it stolen, run over by a car, or falls apart. After the first year, it is insured for 50% of its value.”

So I cleaned up the mess downstairs, ran the vacuum, and let Guinness out of his crate. As I donned clothing to take him outside on this cold, rainy day, Guinness attempted to steal my shoe. Upon returning inside, I heard him prancing around the dining room. He had grabbed a plastic container out of the kitchen sink.


Thursday, November 16, 2006

Comprehension

You remember my story about “Leave It” in the last post two days ago. Well, he shocked us with his comprehension skills again today!

Grant is usually up before I am, and often tells Guinness to go upstairs and wake me up around 7. This morning, he jumped on the bed and rooted his nose under my head to get me up. When I came downstairs, Grant was in the shower. I stood in front of the TV watching the news with Guinness sitting staring at me. After a while, he started barking in a high pitched voice and jumping at me. I figured he needed to go potty, so we went outside. He refused to leave the patio. That was not his problem. Surely, he had already had his breakfast, but I went to Grant’s shower to ask. “Yes, he has had breakfast and gone potty #1 and #2.”

So I asked, “Then why is he barking and jumping at me.”

“Well, I told him to go wake Mommy up and have her make me a coffee. He wants you to make the coffee.”

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Next-to-the-last Advanced Class

We “discovered” when tested a couple of weeks ago that Guinness heels off leash! Tonight, we perfectly walked the length of the store twice “off leash” (actually a long leash was attached to him just in case). In real life, distractions would ruin his concentration, but, while on an exercise in class, he is focused on his task. Next we were directed to walk in and out of every aisle in the store, stopping at signs to do what was posted such as sit/down/sit, watch me, get on your bed, fast/slow, etc. The dog was on leash, but the master was also holding a spoon with a tennis ball thus we could only correct verbally. If the tennis ball fell, we had to go back to the beginning. We did the entire course in one loop!

Again, we did the “Leave it” routine. This time, the master left the dog sitting at one end of an aisle and walked to the other end. You were to call your dog to “Come” with a treat halfway down the aisle. There is no way that Guinness is going to avoid a treat. So, while walking away from him, I stopped at the treat, pointed it out, and said, “See this treat? You can’t have it. Mommy will give you treats at the end. You have to leave this treat here!” And he did! He understood me! As he approached the treat, he slowed down, looked askance at it, skirted around it with measured steps, then came straight to me for my treats. In fact, he did that twice. Then the teacher wanted us to do it one more time… Oh, well, you can’t win them all.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Email round-about: Quotes for Dog Lovers

This has come to me a couple of times lately. It is clever, and the blog is a good place to remember where I filed it!

The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue.-Anonymous
Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.-Ann Landers
If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went..-Will Rogers
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.-Ben Williams
A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.-Josh Billings
The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.-Andy Rooney
We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare.And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made.-M. Acklam
Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people,who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate.-Sigmund Freud
I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult.-Rita Rudner
A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down.-Robert Benchley
Anybody who doesn't know what soap tastes like never washed a dog.-Franklin P. Jones
If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.-James Thurber
If your dog is fat, you aren't getting enough exercise.-Unknown
My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo is up to $3.00 a can.That's almost $21.00 in dog money.-Joe Weinstein
Ever consider what our dogs must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul, chicken, pork, half a cow. They must think we're the greatest hunters on earth!-Anne Tyler
Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.-Robert A. Heinlein
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you;that is the principal difference between a dog and a man.-Mark Twain
You can say any foolish thing to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says, 'Wow, you're right! I never would've thought of that!'-Dave Barry
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.-Roger Caras
If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocketand then give him only two of them.-Phil Pastoret
My goal in life is to be as good of a person my dog already thinks I am.-Norm Wright

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Book Review: Cesar's Way

Millan, Cesar, with Melissa Jo Peltier. Cesar’s Way: the natural, everyday guide to understanding and correcting common dog problems. NewYork: Harmony Books, 2006.

I hoped that Cesar’s book would assist me in reaching our obedience goals as my current dog, a chocolate lab named Guinness, is a challenge to train. Since Cesar is a dog whisperer, I also hoped to learn how to read my dog – why his hackles go up, what do ear and tail positions mean, what is safe play and what is not safe play, what do growls during play mean, etc.

Cesar became a dog expert by watching the dogs on his grandfather’s farm as a child in Mexico, noting how they interact, deciphering their language, and learning to gain control. He came to America with the dream of training dogs for movies. He crossed the border into San Diego where he was shocked to discover that many dogs in America are “unbalanced.” The reason he found American dogs to be unbalanced is because Americans coddle their dogs, not allowing them to be natural. He contends that dogs need pack leaders, not buddies. This discovery led him to opening the Dog Psychology Center in LA where he became famous as a handler/trainer of aggressive, difficult dogs – particularly rottweilers, shepherds, and pit bulls. His success brought him television fame with the program Dog Whisperer with Cesar Millan on the National Geographic Channel demonstrating how to manage dogs. He is renowned for rehabilitating dogs on death row.

His basic premise for dog owners is to walk your dog for two hour walks every morning and one hour every afternoon. Cesar cited pets of homeless people as examples of well-balanced dogs who follow their pack leaders because they have sufficient daily exercise. There are not many productive humans who have the time to give their dogs that much activity.

This book is not for the happy dog that requires some obedience training, but for problem dogs, though he never says that. He promotes his methods should be followed for all dogs. I disagree. He writes about fixations being "wasted energy," and that a dog needs to use up their energy in long walks rather than in "fixations." He writes, "Another kind of fixation is when a dog obsesses or fixates on a toy or activity. Ever meet a dog who goes insane over a tennis ball, begging you to throw the ball again and again and again until you want to pull your hair out? Many owners think they can substitute taking a dog out to play fetch for giving him regular walks. That doesn't work. Yes, it's exercise, but not the kind of primal activity that migrating with a pack leader provides. ... Playing catch is excitement; a walk is calm submission. If an owner skips the walk and just plays with the dog, the dog will have to use that playtime as the only way to totally drain her energy. The dog is being given that activity while her mind is anxious and excited. She'll play until he drops, which will be long after the owner does. At the same time, she'll go into the kind of high gear she would never reach naturally." Then he goes on to say, "The problem is, owners often see fixations as 'cute' or 'funny.' Or they describe them as love, 'She just loves that Frisbee!' 'He just adores playing with that ball' That's not a healthy kind of love. A fixation is just like an addiction in a human, and can be just as dangerous."

He may understand aggressive dogs, but he does not understand a lab. Retrieving is what a Labrador Retreiver was bred to do. It is their passion. He says that dogs need jobs yet neglects to recognize that retrieving is a job.

He advocates that owners must be “calm assertive” to have a “balanced” pet, but he never adequately describes what a calm assertive demeanor is. I would not describe myself as a calm assertive person nor do I think that I am capable of becoming one or even want to. He infers that a person who is not calm assertive cannot be a good dog owner.

He defines energy as the language which dogs understand. They detect the energy that a being, animal or human, emits and responds to that energy. That is an amazing and incontrovertible discovery. It explains how dogs are able to sense when someone is afraid of them. Yet I, a mere human, cannot read the energy of others or of dogs. Does this again mean that I should not own a dog?

Another point he makes is that, in nature, there are very few dominant, pack-leader dogs. While in America, he says, many if not a majority of dogs take on the role of pack leader out of necessity. It is only those natural few who should "strut around with his tail up and chest forward projecting dominant energy to the others." Everyone remarks on the gait of Guinness while heeling: he prances, head high, tail up, literally bouncing with each step. At those moments, he is behaving perfectly – walking at my pace beside me. I cannot be convinced that he sees himself as the pack leader while walking with a spring in his step as he happily heels at my side. It is when he is forging ahead in a position similar to a Pointer that he is trying to usurp my leadership role.

Cesar’s indicators that your dog is the dominate member of your family include:
1. he jumps on you when you come home from work.
2. he dashes through doorways before you.
3. he awakens you at 6 AM to go potty.
If these are true, we have never been the leader of the pack for any of our dogs. I disagree that these are signs of the leader. Obeying commands and allowing objects to be removed from the mouth are greater indicators of who is the leader. Cesar declares that pack members should not roam on a walk but stay behind the leader. Allowing your dog to roam on a long lead should only be done for ten minutes after having heeled for half an hour. Again I disagree. The whole purpose of the walk is for their enjoyment. Dogs need to exercise their strong sense of smell. I contend that they get more exercise by running around on a long lead than by heeling at my pace.

Something which Cesar said that I totally agree with is – do not play tug with your dog as that instills aggression. We have never played tug with our dogs as someone told us that years ago, though, our dogs have played tug between themselves. A local, well-known, expensive school taught Guinness to play tug. The owner was encouraged to place a favorite toy in the dog’s mouth while pulling on it and dancing around saying in a sing-song voice, "Playtime, playtime, playtime." The exercise ended with an assertive "Settle," and the dog was to stop playing and sit. Guinness now wants to play tug. He brings a toy to me wanting to have "playtime," but I refuse the game as it does bring out some aggression.

The author contradicts himself. In the first half of the book, he says that dogs do not have the capacity to love. One of my favorite dog books is Masson’s Dogs Never Lie about Love in which he writes of several emotions expressed by canines along with examples. I am convinced of a dog’s ability to express emotions, especially love. In the second half, Cesar, with no explanation for his discrepancy, states that dogs do love.

His book is annoying with his continual telling, not showing. By the end of the book, you do not know what a calm assertive person really is except that Oprah is one, though she has problem dogs. Another activity he recommends, if you cannot give your dog sufficient walks every day, is to teach your dog to run on a treadmill. But he does not explain how to do that except to hire a professional trainer. He advocates that all humans in the household should be perceived by the dog as the pack leader including infants. How does that happen? Over and over, he tells what he does, but never describes the process so that the reader can learn. This book is an obvious marketing tool for his business.

Many people will read Cesar’s Way because the author is a famous Dog Whisperer with a television show. Though I have never seen his show, I am sure he comes across as a miracle worker. But his methods are not applicable to the average, well-adjusted pet. He does give some concrete suggestions for working with aggressive dogs or dogs with phobias. I would recommend this book only to those who have dangerous, difficult dogs.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Miracles do happen

We are noticing continued improvement in Guinness’s behavior. Yay!

  • Today, I got out the Christmas candles and placed them in each window of the house. Guinness was very curious, but he did not try to grab anything or get in the way.
  • For more than a week, while it is dark mornings and evenings, we take him out to the side yard for potty time with NO leash! And he does not run away! Even the one time that he did run down to the driveway chasing a squirrel, he came when called!
  • For the past many weeks while on our walks on the nearby bike path, when we reach the ball diamond/soccer field area, I test his coming on command which has steadily improved. If there are no people or dogs around at that point, I drop his leash allowing him freedom, and test his recall. He is doing great! Sometimes he is allowed to play in that area with another friendly dog. Last week, he was running in circles with an Old English Sheep Dog which has no obedience training. Their circles were getting wider and wider, taking them around spruce trees where we could not see them. I called Guinness to come. It took a few times, but he eventually obeyed, and the other owner was able to snap her leash on her dog!
  • Neighbor Christine and toy poodle, Sasha, came over for tea recently. Sasha was devastated when overactive Guinness moved to the neighborhood. One and a half years later, he is beginning to tolerate Guinness’s presence, so this was the first time in a very long time that he came to our house for a visit. Christine came in her “doggie clothes” (rather than her normal designer wear) to help me teach Guinness to calm down when guests arrive. Both Guinness and Sasha behaved quite well. Guinness needs a little more practice, so we plan to do this more often for working on our social skills. Sasha has two kitty cats, so Guinness is not invited for tea at their house.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Too bad there is no picture!

When Grant got into the car after work today, we leaned towards each other for a hello kiss. Guinness was in the back seat and simultaneously licked my cheek! What a lover.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

One year, 6 mos., and 4 days

My handsome boy! But he isn't smiling in these pix. He would rather be chasing bunnies than posing.


Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Shocking!

Tonight, one of our exercises was to have our dog heel beside us while the teacher held a long lead. I told Guinness, “Let’s go,” and took off, reminding him “side” a few times as we walked down an aisle. He heeled perfectly – even better than when I have a leash on him!

One of our weekly exercises is to put the dog on a sit/stay with a treat in front of him, then call the dog to come and "leave it." This is futile with Guinness, so the teacher kneels on the floor and covers the treat with her hand at the last second. This week, instead of making a beeline to me, he walked around behind the teacher, making a circuitous route to me. I think he thought – “If I trick her, I can grab the treat.” The humans went into hysterics.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

What we don't do for our dog!

We had to leave Guinness at the pet hotel this weekend while we partied with our family at a great niece’s wedding. He turned 1.5 years on Saturday, so we ordered an extra Yappy Hour Treat for him on that day.

If he stays in one of the regular kennel accommodations, he barks at all the other dogs and comes home hoarse. So we pay the extra bucks for him to lounge in a villa where he has 4 walls, decorations, a 4-poster bed, and a TV tuned to Animal Planet from 7 AM to 7 PM. On his last visit, he ate the mattress, so they said that he either cannot stay in villa or we have to pay $40 if he ruins another mattress. They refused to move the bed out of the villa for his stay, so I asked if they would remove the mattress and I would bring a substitute mattress. They agreed to that plan. From a glass store, I bought a thick Plexiglas sheet cut to the exact dimensions, for $100. They said it worked perfectly! Since it barely takes any space, they found a place to keep it until his next visit.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Class Clown

Tonight was our second Advanced class. Again, Guinness was the clown of the class. From across the room, we were to tell our dog to “sit,” “down,” and “stay.” Scooby was first. With coaxing, he got through the routine while Guinness was following the commands immediately as given by Scooby’s master. Guinness was next. He was eager to please and win his treat. He was a bit overeager, but he did what he was supposed to do. Last was Snorts. She sat as was ordered, then stood again instead of lying down. Guinness did “sit” and “down” as Snorts’ master dictated. In this picture, you can see the hand of Snorts’ master begging her lie down, and you can see that Guinness is intently paying attention and already had obeyed Snorts' master perfectly.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Cesar's Way

This morning, when we dropped Daddy off at his office at the Garden, Guinness and I took a stroll through the rose garden area. Guinness was ecstatic! He had a wonderful time sniffing new things in new places. As we approached the main building to exit to the parking lot, he jumped over the wall into the fountain. Apparently, he was very thirsty. We had to enter the foyer dripping wet.

He stayed in his crate while I went to my hair appointment. As I sat all morning, I read more of Cesar Milan’s book. I have not totally bought into his method yet. I know that some things he says are accurate, but I don’t think I have the personality or will to be the “calm assertive” master he advocates that dog owners must be to have “balanced” pets. He says that dogs do not have the capacity to love. What?! I disagree! One of my favorite dog books is Moussaieff’s Dogs Never Lie About Love. Then I read the indicators that your dog is the dominate member of your family pack: 1 – he jumps on you when you come home from work; 2 – he dashes through doorways before you; 3 – he awakens you at 6 AM to go potty. Reading that was very disheartening. If this is true, we will never be the leader of Guinness’s pack. In fact, we have never been the leader of any of our dog's pack. When I take Guinness for walks in a park, such as the Garden today, I put him on a 20 foot lead so that he can have fun smelling delights, have a bit of freedom, and do some running to gain more exercise than if he were to walk at my pace. But I read that that is the wrong thing to do! That allows him to dictate where we roam, placing him as leader of the pack.

My contentment with my dog was damaged. As we ran errands this afternoon, I decided that I needed to make him be on a down/stay each time I left the car to prevent him from trying to jump out with me and to impress upon him that I am the boss. For about 15 minutes, I knelt on the driver’s seat forcing him on a down/stay in the back seat over and over again. Every time I let go of the leash, he reacted like a jack-in-the-box! My left arm became tired from yanking on his leash, and my voice turned raspy. If anyone noticed us, I would hate to know what they were thinking! Finally, I pretended I didn’t notice that he jumped up, and went in the store. At Home Depot, I allowed him to go shopping with me. He was soooo excited. It took all of my reserve strength to lure him to walk with me without charging ahead at top speed. Even when I thought I had him under control, twice as we passed a shopper, he managed to lunge at them for a kiss -- startling for them and embarrassing for me! I expected to be kicked out at any moment.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Senior Student

Tonight Guinness began Petsmart’s Advanced Class. On the way, he jumped around the car refusing to stay in the back since he knew we were going to school. At the front door, we tried to do a “Wait,” but that lasted only a few seconds before he joyously charged. He greeted his teacher with frenzied delight and was more than thrilled to meet a new class member, ScoobyDoo, a darling 1 year old black cockapoo. ScoobyDoo was shy, and not especially pleased to meet a wild and crazy dog. Guinness was attracted to the open trash basket with a coffee cup inside. While trying to retrieve that, he tipped over the water bowl and soaked his teacher’s pantleg.

Then the third and final class member arrived: Snorts, a pug and fellow Intermetiate Level classmate. Guinness was beside himself with excitement. Once class finally began, he eagerly completed each routine with relative ease – better than his classmates, as if he were showing off. First, we were to put our dogs on a down/stay with a treat one foot in front of them; the owner was to command, “Leave it,” walk away with back to the dog, and the dog was to remain in a stay position until released. Guinness was the first to do this exercise. He stayed for a while, then grabbed the treat after the wait was too long. The other dogs had to be coaxed to be on a down/stay, but, as Guinness watched each one, he shifted from “sit” to “down” perfectly as the other masters commanded, all the while with his eyes intently on the other dog’s treat. Scooby didn’t care about his treat and never did eat it. Guinness was obsessed by that uneaten treat on the floor. He finally seized an opportunity to grab it while the teacher was talking about the next exercise. There were numerous times during the hour when Guinness had the class in stitches with his antics. We did an “obstacle” course around the store, stopping at stations to obey the printed commands: Leave it; Sit/Down/Stay/Sit; Stand/Stay; walk fast and slow; turn left and right, then repeat the circle. Guinness was very eager to please, but also found it necessary to sniff under all the shelves as we passed by. At one point, he nearly knocked over an end stand to retrieve a green object on the floor behind it. The prized object was a cat ball – too tiny to be safe in his mouth. Scooby and Snorts both needed cajoling to perform, while Guinness and I raced through the course. Once he was down, Scooby didn’t want to get up, and his master pulled him across the smooth floor still in a down position. While doing the side-by-side “loose leash” exercise, Guinness ignored his classmate beside him, as he was supposed to, but was seaching elsewhere for some fun. He spied a boxer down one aisle and was determined to meet the new friend. He was running so fast that his paws spun madly in place on the slippery floor as I held his leash.

How he can be the most unruly dog in the class, yet be the most obedient during the lessons? What a character!

Friday, September 29, 2006

Annoying Nose

I remember when Hershey was 1 yr. and 5 mos. We lived in San Diego, and I wore Bermuda shorts most days. Hershey followed me everywhere and craved touching me. As I worked in the kitchen, he squeezed himself between the kitchen cabinets and me whenever possible. I remember the sensation of his nose touching my skin and tickling me.

Guinness is 1 yr. and 5 mos. old now. He also wants to be close enough to touch. It isn’t often that he wedges himself between me and kitchen cabinets, although, this morning, he plopped himself on the floor in front of the cabinets where I was working. I managed to step on his tail and again on his paw before he decided it would be safer to move. However, his nose… His nose drives me nuts! It is not pleasurable. He has a nose fixation! We had to clean windows occasionally from Hershey’s nose prints, but not daily. Guinness seems to think his nose must touch everything! And it is cold and wet. He leaves nose prints on the car windows, in particular. They are always a mess. While traveling in the car, he finds it necessary to walk back and forth across the back seat. At each turn, he must bang his nose into the back of heads. When I am wearing shorts, his nose is touching my skin whether I am walking around the house or sitting at my computer. There is no titillating tingle. It is downright irritating! I know that sight and hearing are the principle senses for humans, and smell is the prime sense for a canine. Smelling is one thing, but nose touching is something else… If only there were some way to cap his nose.

Nightmare

Guinness and I were visiting my sister-in-law. She lives one block from the center of town which is denoted by the one stop light. Guinness was off leash and behaving as if he were Hershey. Suddenly, he bolted across the main street to a little plaza parking lot. Fortunately, no cars were coming. I ran after him calling his name and “Come!” frantically. When I also reached the parking lot, he took off towards the street again and started running down the road which no longer was empty of cars. My voice was now hoarse from screaming and my body was weak from running. I knew he was going to be killed. He was out of my sight … I awoke.

Two minutes later, I heard him racing up the stairs to jump on me, asking for his morning song. I leaped out of bed before he had a chance to slime me. Happily, I crooned “Good morning, good morning, good morning, I hope you’re feeling fine…”