I thought I’d give Miss Cocopuff a break and write this post for her. Haven’t posted in a while, it’s been a hard year already any it’s barely started. We lost Dougie, the youngest of the Reddawgs, on New Years day to, of all things, distemper. Dougie was young, healthy, robust and vaccinated but took sick on Christmas eve and was dead a week later. We hadn’t had any distemper here at the shelter but, come to find out, there’s a major outbreak among raccoons across the country with the south, and particularly the southeast being hard-hit. Even with that, Dougie should have been safe and even when he did get sick, he had at least a 50/50 chance of making it but we watched the disease destroy our handsome little imp over the course of a week. We have been, to say the least, devastated.
One thing about distemper, it plays by it’s own rulebook. Normally, it starts out looking like any other upper respiratory illness and, over a couple of weeks, progresses into a gastrointestinal issue. From there, it may or may not go in to the neurological phase where the chances for survival diminish dramatically. With my Dougie, he looked a little tired when he curled up in the bed by my desk the night of 23 Dec but that wasn’t all that unusual for him as he’d often play so hard during the day that by 9 or 10 o’clock, he’d crash and burn. He looked tired but did not appear sick. I had him and the girls out on the morning of the 24th and Dougie was his usual self, off and running and full of mischief. By mid afternoon, I was working in the sanctuary and heard Dougie in our backyard sounding like he was going to throw up so I came over to check on him. I noticed that one eye was a little runny but mostly, I noticed that his flanks were twitching rhythmically. Not having seen the signs of distemper in over 50 years and never in a dog, I was unaware of the significance of this but a quick search on Google suggested that we had a problem. I got him on supportive therapy and called the vet who was just walking out the door on the way to church. I had him at the vet’s as soon as they opened the doors and he stayed with them until Thursday. They didn’t say they were sending him home to die but I suspected. The progression continued until, like I say, he lost the battle on New Year’s Day. Had I known, I would have spared him the gruesome end but the odds were in his favor, at least by the book. Fortunately, he was comatose for the worst of it and at least he got to see his friends and family first and die at home rather in the vet’s office.
Dougie was still so young and healthy, I’d never even given consideration to his mortality. I hate to say it, but I’ve had to consider that Coco isn’t getting any younger and Lil, only a year younger, may not be blessed with a long life considering the horrible start she had. I always tell people that they’ll have to wrap me in bubble wrap before they put me in a rubber room when I lose my girls. Given that my relationship with Dougie was more of a guy thing I would have anticipated, had I thought about it, that losing him would have been somewhat less traumatic than parting with one of my two sweethearts but that has not been the case and I’m still a mess over it. I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t automatically look for him when I come in or look over to his bed when I’m at my desk expecting him to be there but it still hasn’t really hit home that he’s gone.
Our sanctuary has been dedicated to all the little Reddawgs who have left their pawprints on our hearts and Dougie is buried in what is to become a little park in the center of it. I brought the girls out there to show them where their Dougie was buried and Cocopuff’s reaction was more of a “Okay, so what are we doing next?'” She’s so full of herself! You could tell though that Lil, always having been the sensitive, caring one, understood that that’s where her “brother” was although I’m sure she doesn’t understand why. The girls, when their time comes, will have their own place of honor here although I’m not anxious to see that day arrive.
Since all of this took place, we’ve seen distemper here at the shelter as well as everywhere else along with some horror stories along the way. We, like many other shelters, have done a voluntary 2 week lock down with the associated deep cleaning and disinfecting but we’ll all probably be fighting this until warm weather arrives to stay as the virus, outside of the host, is killed by heat and sunlight. The following link provides a little more insight into this insidious killer: for those who would like to know more: http://bakerinstitute.vet.cornell.edu/animalhealth/page.php?id=1088 .
These days, there’s a lot of controversy over vaccines in general but, if your dog is not vaccinated, there’s a good chance he or she will get sick and die. As we’ve seen, being vaccinated is not a guarantee that they won’t but, until recently, distemper was almost nonexistent in dogs due to extensive vaccination. Limiting opportunities for exposure would also be helpful if you can. This is not an option here as hundreds of dogs depend on the service we provide and we live in terror that this is not over yet.
I’ll always feel badly that I had to say goodbye to my handsome little man just as he was learning to be a good friend and companion. When he was young, Dougie, as a typical Boykin, was so full of fun and mischief that it was impossible to have him just come hang out while I worked and, as we’d written in earlier posts, was just starting to “get it” and come be a part of what we were doing beyond the fenced yards with increasing regularity. Of course, now I’m thinking that it’s too bad I didn’t have more time to work on this with him but then, we never do, do we? Love your dog while you can, he may not be here tomorrow!
Goodbye my little Dougie boy. We love you and will never forget you.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Friday, December 23, 2011
Don’t Let Your Vet Murder Your New Puppy!
In my last post, I promised to further alienate certain members of the veterinary community. It is unfortunate that I should need to do so but there is absolutely nothing more heartbreaking than to see a puppy that has been literally snatched from the jaws of death, treated and rehabilitated leave out of here, perfectly healthy, on its way to its new home and family only to be needlessly euthanized, generally within hours of its arrival, by an ignorant and/or incompetent and/or prejudiced medical practitioner. What follows is the text of part of an informational pack that my dad tries to send with all young pups:
Don’t let your vet murder this puppy!
Your new puppy has recently has one of a three-part series of standard vaccinations called DHLPP. These are commonly called “puppy shots” and are necessary for all dogs. One of the afflictions addressed in this series is canine Parvovirus and, like many vaccines, the DHLPP will shed virus particles. The intended purpose of the vaccine is to expose the subject to a weakened form of the live virus in order to encourage the formation of antibodies, as those antibodies (whose presence will, in the future, diminish but not vanish entirely) will help to protect your pet in the future. This shed virus will cause a false positive reading if this pup is tested for Parvo because the test determines the presence (or absence) of shed Parvo virus..
Occasionally, a puppy will exhibit gastric distress following a 1000+-mile trip such as the one yours just endured. Additionally, here in the south, worms (round worms, hook worms, tape worms, whip worms and more) are ever-present and multiply at a phenomenal rate. Both conditions will cause diarrhea and often, diarrhea with blood and/or mucus. Your puppy has been aggressively treated for worms but it is not unusual for infestation to occur. Prior to coming to you, he/she did not exactly have a wonderful life; the conditions from which some of these pets have been rescued would shock and disgust you. We have done our best to ensure his health but he is still recovering from a state of mistreatment and neglect (including a chronic lack of medical care).
That being said, if your pup becomes ill and you bring it to your vet (highly recommended), the doctor must be aware of the potential for a false positive on the Parvo test. If your vet is not aware of this, you need to find a competent one that is. Too often, vets are aware of the false positive potential but will not mention it to you because they harbor a good bit of prejudice, fear and sometimes-outright paranoia when it comes to dealing with rescue dogs, particularly southern rescue dogs dogs. Once again, I would go looking for a new vet, one who does not let his opinion or prejudice overrule the science in which he/she was trained. Parvo is almost always pronounced as a death sentence, it is not. In parts of the country where it is prevalent, it is a fact of life but one that can be reckoned with. Aggressive treatment will often produce survival rates of 90% or better. The great majority of dogs that die from Parvo die from dehydration secondary to diarrhea. Often, survival is achieved by merely treating for diarrhea, hydrating with either subcutaneous or iv fluids and usually the administration of antibiotics to fend off opportunistic infections such as pneumonia. Parasites, on the other hand, are much more easily treated and have a much better prognosis.
This puppy has been literally snatched from the jaws of death to come to you in what is to be the final and most important stage of its rehabilitation. Please do not let ignorance, prejudice, paranoia or apathy be the cause of its demise. If there is a problem, ask questions and get answers. Euthanasia need not be the first course of treatment. If you ask three vets and get three different answers (and that happens a lot), maybe you need to ask a lot more questions. One question you might want to ask yourself is “What if it were me?” Would you be willing to accept one man’s pronouncement as gospel or would you question it?
We have worked hard to make sure your puppy has a good chance of having a life worth living. He/she has endured much both mentally and physically. Please don’t let this life be ended callously and needlessly. Please give him a chance. We did.
To explain a little better how this all works, when you take a pet to the vet to screen for Parvo (and an unbelievable number of vets have already jumped to the conclusion that because the dog came from a rescue and/ or the south, then it has Parvo) they generally employ what is referred to as an ELISA test (Enzyme-linked Immunosorbent Assay) to test for the presence of Parvo virus. This is usually a good screening test but it has it’s limitations, first and foremost of which is that it cannot differentiate from virus shed by the vaccine (most modern vaccines use live, attenuated virus) and virus shed by the actually malady. Given the fact that you’re dealing with a puppy that has ,more than likely, recently had one of the 3 part DHLPP series (and the fact that the puppy has a medical record stating that it has), there is a 100% chance that it will test positive on the Elisa (generally for about 2 weeks following the last administration of the DHLPP). The test is picking up on the presence of virus shed from the vaccine itself. It is usually at this point that the tearful owner is informed that the puppy must be put down based on this incomplete diagnosis. For the sake of accuracy here, the Elisa has a few other quirks such as false positives and false negatives, that is why it is used as a screening test.. Usually all that is necessary to confirm a positive Elisa is to do a white blood cell count, a simple and inexpensive procedure. Parvo attacks the bone marrow and destroys the white blood cell count so if you have a pup that screens positive and whose white blood cell count has tanked, there’s about a 97% certainty that the pup actually has Parvo. Further testing, such as biopsies are usually contraindicated due to the invasiveness of the procedure and the minimal chances of the pup surviving the procedure. If your vet tells you he/she must kill your dog for you because of a positive Elisa test, he/she is in the wrong business! Mostly, it doesn’t seem to be ignorance that causes them to do this but prejudice that causes them to blithely ignore the science they were (hopefully) taught when they obtained their degree. In my mind, that’s even worse than ignorance.
Okay, let’s say that your pup has tested positive on the Elisa and also has a severely diminished white blood cell count. We can safely make the assumption here that it does actually have Parvo (dogs can actually contract Parvo from the vaccine itself, not to mention that the vaccines are not always effective depending on the mother’s titre level which varies from dog to dog and even litter to litter). Like I said in my last post, euthanasia will certainly knock out that nasty old Parvo but most dogs can be saved short of killing them and we have a flock of them here to prove it. I’d also said earlier that Parvo is much trickier to deal with given its propensity for spreading to the environment and thus other dogs. Unless you’re trained in the use of universal precautions, have appropriate facilities for treatment and are knowledgeable as to limiting fomite transmission, we wouldn’t recommend home treatment. A competent vet, however, has all of this. There’s a real good chance that your puppy can be saved and go on to lead a normal, healthy life. If your vet is unwilling to even discuss treatment options, walk away! Go find yourself a vet that actually cares about saving pets. As a worst case scenario, and not one we recommend, we know of several Parvo pups that have been saved at home with nothing more than Pepto Bismol and Gatorade administered orally.
My dad always puts it this way. If you went to the doc and he told you that you have cancer, go lay down and wait to die, Is that what you’d do? Wouldn’t you, before the day was even out, contact other doctors and even cancer specialists to see what, if any, other options existed? Go online and do a bit of research yourself that might, hopefully, help to save your life? Of course you would! Why do less for that furry little bundle of joy that’s just waiting for the chance to be your best friend in the world?
I’ve included a couple of good links for anyone interested in getting more detail on this subject. I wouldn’t want you to take my word for it on something so serious and I don’t want you thinking that this is just one dog’s opinion, this is Science, not conjecture.
http://bakerinstitute.vet.cornell.edu/animalhealth/page.php?id=1089
http://www.marvistavet.com/html/body_diagnosis_of_parvovirus.htmll
This second link doesn't seem to work when you click on it but if you go to marvistavet.com and go to their "Vaccine Mezzanine" and look under diseases, you'll find the articles on Parvo. While you're there, there's a lot of good info available on their site as a whole. Generally, we prefer the Baker Institute (part of Cornell University) as they seem to be the ultimate authority that everyone else references. There is also a lot of other good information besides this on the web. The point is, before you make a bad decision, or allow one to be made for you, delve into the facts of the matter and make an educated decision. Do you have any idea how hard it is for us to tell an already devastated caller that their puppy was killed needlessly? We worked hard to save that puppy and you found the love in your heart to take him in, don't let someone's ignorance and/or predjudice sabotage that.
Don’t let your vet murder this puppy!
Your new puppy has recently has one of a three-part series of standard vaccinations called DHLPP. These are commonly called “puppy shots” and are necessary for all dogs. One of the afflictions addressed in this series is canine Parvovirus and, like many vaccines, the DHLPP will shed virus particles. The intended purpose of the vaccine is to expose the subject to a weakened form of the live virus in order to encourage the formation of antibodies, as those antibodies (whose presence will, in the future, diminish but not vanish entirely) will help to protect your pet in the future. This shed virus will cause a false positive reading if this pup is tested for Parvo because the test determines the presence (or absence) of shed Parvo virus..
Occasionally, a puppy will exhibit gastric distress following a 1000+-mile trip such as the one yours just endured. Additionally, here in the south, worms (round worms, hook worms, tape worms, whip worms and more) are ever-present and multiply at a phenomenal rate. Both conditions will cause diarrhea and often, diarrhea with blood and/or mucus. Your puppy has been aggressively treated for worms but it is not unusual for infestation to occur. Prior to coming to you, he/she did not exactly have a wonderful life; the conditions from which some of these pets have been rescued would shock and disgust you. We have done our best to ensure his health but he is still recovering from a state of mistreatment and neglect (including a chronic lack of medical care).
That being said, if your pup becomes ill and you bring it to your vet (highly recommended), the doctor must be aware of the potential for a false positive on the Parvo test. If your vet is not aware of this, you need to find a competent one that is. Too often, vets are aware of the false positive potential but will not mention it to you because they harbor a good bit of prejudice, fear and sometimes-outright paranoia when it comes to dealing with rescue dogs, particularly southern rescue dogs dogs. Once again, I would go looking for a new vet, one who does not let his opinion or prejudice overrule the science in which he/she was trained. Parvo is almost always pronounced as a death sentence, it is not. In parts of the country where it is prevalent, it is a fact of life but one that can be reckoned with. Aggressive treatment will often produce survival rates of 90% or better. The great majority of dogs that die from Parvo die from dehydration secondary to diarrhea. Often, survival is achieved by merely treating for diarrhea, hydrating with either subcutaneous or iv fluids and usually the administration of antibiotics to fend off opportunistic infections such as pneumonia. Parasites, on the other hand, are much more easily treated and have a much better prognosis.
This puppy has been literally snatched from the jaws of death to come to you in what is to be the final and most important stage of its rehabilitation. Please do not let ignorance, prejudice, paranoia or apathy be the cause of its demise. If there is a problem, ask questions and get answers. Euthanasia need not be the first course of treatment. If you ask three vets and get three different answers (and that happens a lot), maybe you need to ask a lot more questions. One question you might want to ask yourself is “What if it were me?” Would you be willing to accept one man’s pronouncement as gospel or would you question it?
We have worked hard to make sure your puppy has a good chance of having a life worth living. He/she has endured much both mentally and physically. Please don’t let this life be ended callously and needlessly. Please give him a chance. We did.
To explain a little better how this all works, when you take a pet to the vet to screen for Parvo (and an unbelievable number of vets have already jumped to the conclusion that because the dog came from a rescue and/ or the south, then it has Parvo) they generally employ what is referred to as an ELISA test (Enzyme-linked Immunosorbent Assay) to test for the presence of Parvo virus. This is usually a good screening test but it has it’s limitations, first and foremost of which is that it cannot differentiate from virus shed by the vaccine (most modern vaccines use live, attenuated virus) and virus shed by the actually malady. Given the fact that you’re dealing with a puppy that has ,more than likely, recently had one of the 3 part DHLPP series (and the fact that the puppy has a medical record stating that it has), there is a 100% chance that it will test positive on the Elisa (generally for about 2 weeks following the last administration of the DHLPP). The test is picking up on the presence of virus shed from the vaccine itself. It is usually at this point that the tearful owner is informed that the puppy must be put down based on this incomplete diagnosis. For the sake of accuracy here, the Elisa has a few other quirks such as false positives and false negatives, that is why it is used as a screening test.. Usually all that is necessary to confirm a positive Elisa is to do a white blood cell count, a simple and inexpensive procedure. Parvo attacks the bone marrow and destroys the white blood cell count so if you have a pup that screens positive and whose white blood cell count has tanked, there’s about a 97% certainty that the pup actually has Parvo. Further testing, such as biopsies are usually contraindicated due to the invasiveness of the procedure and the minimal chances of the pup surviving the procedure. If your vet tells you he/she must kill your dog for you because of a positive Elisa test, he/she is in the wrong business! Mostly, it doesn’t seem to be ignorance that causes them to do this but prejudice that causes them to blithely ignore the science they were (hopefully) taught when they obtained their degree. In my mind, that’s even worse than ignorance.
Okay, let’s say that your pup has tested positive on the Elisa and also has a severely diminished white blood cell count. We can safely make the assumption here that it does actually have Parvo (dogs can actually contract Parvo from the vaccine itself, not to mention that the vaccines are not always effective depending on the mother’s titre level which varies from dog to dog and even litter to litter). Like I said in my last post, euthanasia will certainly knock out that nasty old Parvo but most dogs can be saved short of killing them and we have a flock of them here to prove it. I’d also said earlier that Parvo is much trickier to deal with given its propensity for spreading to the environment and thus other dogs. Unless you’re trained in the use of universal precautions, have appropriate facilities for treatment and are knowledgeable as to limiting fomite transmission, we wouldn’t recommend home treatment. A competent vet, however, has all of this. There’s a real good chance that your puppy can be saved and go on to lead a normal, healthy life. If your vet is unwilling to even discuss treatment options, walk away! Go find yourself a vet that actually cares about saving pets. As a worst case scenario, and not one we recommend, we know of several Parvo pups that have been saved at home with nothing more than Pepto Bismol and Gatorade administered orally.
My dad always puts it this way. If you went to the doc and he told you that you have cancer, go lay down and wait to die, Is that what you’d do? Wouldn’t you, before the day was even out, contact other doctors and even cancer specialists to see what, if any, other options existed? Go online and do a bit of research yourself that might, hopefully, help to save your life? Of course you would! Why do less for that furry little bundle of joy that’s just waiting for the chance to be your best friend in the world?
I’ve included a couple of good links for anyone interested in getting more detail on this subject. I wouldn’t want you to take my word for it on something so serious and I don’t want you thinking that this is just one dog’s opinion, this is Science, not conjecture.
http://bakerinstitute.vet.cornell.edu/animalhealth/page.php?id=1089
http://www.marvistavet.com/html/body_diagnosis_of_parvovirus.htmll
This second link doesn't seem to work when you click on it but if you go to marvistavet.com and go to their "Vaccine Mezzanine" and look under diseases, you'll find the articles on Parvo. While you're there, there's a lot of good info available on their site as a whole. Generally, we prefer the Baker Institute (part of Cornell University) as they seem to be the ultimate authority that everyone else references. There is also a lot of other good information besides this on the web. The point is, before you make a bad decision, or allow one to be made for you, delve into the facts of the matter and make an educated decision. Do you have any idea how hard it is for us to tell an already devastated caller that their puppy was killed needlessly? We worked hard to save that puppy and you found the love in your heart to take him in, don't let someone's ignorance and/or predjudice sabotage that.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Sodium Phenobarbital the One Shot Cure-All
What would you do if your kid came home from day-care or school with lice? Among the various options available to you at that point, probably “mercy-killing” would not rate very high would it? How about a really bad, contagious stomach flu? Take them to the doctor and pull them from school for a week or so until it subsides or would you use mercy-killing as a first line of treatment here also?
I’m being flippant here for a reason. Too often, I mean WAY too often, when it comes to our animal companions, euthanasia is the treatment of choice. Well, there’s absolutely no doubt that an overdose of Phenobarbital will eradicate even the most stubborn case of mange (which is caused by mites) or eliminate Parvo (essentially a stomach flu) symptoms but, speaking strictly as a dog, that’s not what I’d choose for myself were I asked.
For the record, I have to say that, given that pets can’t rationalize intense pain or suffering to the extent humans do or see it as a sometimes transient thing with a light at the end of the tunnel and better days ahead, mercy killing can sometimes be the most humane option. The key word here is sometimes. Primarily, GARD pulls from several Georgia county Animal Controls’ “death row” and you always find a good number of dogs who wound up there due to having mange or some other skin condition. If a dog poops funny just once, it’s deemed to have Parvo and, of course, we all know that the landfill is the only known cure for that right? The basic problem here is that people (even many vets) equate mange with leprosy and Parvo with the plague, that is, incurable, contagious, deadly diseases. Sure, they’re no picnic but aren’t you glad y’all didn’t take that approach with Polio or Tuberculosis years ago?
There are several varieties of mange, all of them caused by various mites. These mites are everywhere. You probably have some on you right now. Seriously! Dad’s got a little half-growed girl that sleeps on his cheek. She came in here ‘cause she was going to be euthanized because of mange. She’s the sweetest little thing, thinks I’m her Mama. We’re treating her for mange and, in the meanwhile, dad still finds the need to shave regularly, if you get my meaning. I just hate to think that this adorable little puppy was going to die at the hands of a vet (and vets are usually the first ones to play the paranoia card) because she had mites. For the sake of accuracy here, there are some rare, very rare, instances where a dog’s immune system is so compromised that some of your nastier varieties of mange will hang on forever or keep recurring. This can cause such quality-of-life issues that euthanasia can sometimes be the kinder option but, like I say, this is very rare. On the other hand, most can be cured forever (without the Phenobarb cure-all) with readily-available and relatively inexpensive treatments and go on to lead healthy, happy lives. We see it all the time. You can get any of these treatments from your vet or order most of them online cheaper. If we can get this little girl from off my dad’s cheek for long enough, she’ll get a good home and make someone an adorable companion, enriching their life for years to come. This, to me, seems much preferable to the landfill.
Now Parvo’s a little trickier because it’s so virulent and great care must be taken to keep from spreading it but, in reality, it’s nothing more than a really bad stomach virus. The reason it kills so many puppies is because it attacks immature, rapidly growing cells but it is treatable. Most dogs that die from Parvo die from dehydration and many a puppy has been saved by nothing more than subcutaneous fluids (or even Gatorade by mouth), Pepto Bismol and antibiotics to fight off the secondary, opportunistic diseases like pneumonia. Our Lil was one of the worst Parvo cases ever, technically way beyond saving, but you’d look at her now and never know it, she’s healthy as a horse and my second-in-command. She’s such a little sweetheart, our family wouldn’t be the same without her and I’m so glad my folks cared enough about her to not just write her off and bury her.
When and if your pet develops a medical condition, before you condemn your friend to death, ask questions. Get a second opinion, or a third. Vets are not all the same and some are actually more prone to try to save the dog rather than kill it. I don’t mean to be excessively hard on vets here, we have a good working relationship with several (ones that are all for keeping the dog alive) but most vets tend to look at the world from the perspective of their sanitized stainless steel and ceramic examination room rather than the real world in which we all live. All too often we have a person or entire family devastated after having their beloved pet put down at the vet’s suggestion (or sometimes insistence) only to learn later that it could have been saved and had been killed needlessly. This experience usually comes with a ten-fold revisitation of the devastation. Be aware that there is a huge prejudice against rescue dogs within the veterinary community and, due to this, many are too quick to reach for the needle with the cure-all. We’ve seen hundreds and hundreds of dogs rehabilitated to go on to to be cherished as a valued member of the family and just don’t believe that all this killing can be in anyone’s best interest.
Be sure to watch for my next couple of posts where I will further alienate certain members of the Veterinary community. My next post is entitled “Don’t let the vet murder your new puppy!” and is a must-read for anyone who has, or is getting a very young puppy. It could well save your puppy’s life.
Monday, December 5, 2011
A Couple of Good Videos
My dad and I are both real big on communication, that’s what really makes our relationship exceptional. To illustrate my point, imagine, if you will, your relationship with your spouse, kids, siblings or friends with little or no meaningful communication. What would be the point right? As I’ve mentioned in earlier posts, what makes my life with humans special is that I can communicate with them and I don’t mean the basic “sit”, “stay”, “fetch” stuff either. I can communicate thoughts and feelings as well and get a response from my humans. Heck, after almost 6 years, we’ve got it goin’ on and I can get my point across to dad with just a look most times and he understands that I’m bored, jealous, nervous or angry. Okay, to be honest here, I guess most anyone within earshot knows when I’m angr but I guess the best place to start here is recognizing that we have thoughts and feelings.
At the drop of a hat, Dad will engage visitors to the shelter (or sometimes random strangers, for that matter) in conversations about communication with their animal companions. I always hear him say the same thing, that he feels like a lot of people miss out on the best part of the relationship with their pet because they don’t give us credit for how smart we really are, we just express ourselves a little differently, and they never really get beyond the command and obey routine. Boy, I’m sure glad my life isn’t like that, booooooring! Think about the reason why you humans all communicate with such great intricacy among yourselves, ‘cause y’all have thoughts and feelings to share right? You’re communicating with another intelligent being. Well your dog is a lot smarter than you think, it just takes a little more sensitivity to tune into our method of communicating.
Okay, so I probably wouldn’t outscore you on an IQ test but then they are a bit biased to be relevant specifically to the human experience. I remember some years before my time when researchers were doing extensive intelligence testing on Chimpanzees and the chimp scored wrong on the question; What would you use when it’s raining? A: A loaf of bread. B. An umbrella. C. A potato. D. A tree. The chimp chose tree and got it wrong because a human would obviously use an umbrella. Of course, tree was exactly the right response for a chimp. My point is that often folks fail to pick up on how smart we really are because our thoughts are not those of humans but when you take the effort to look into it, there’s actually quite a lot going on inside our little doggy heads. And lately, researchers have been doing quite a lot of looking into it and even those that set our to disprove the notion of dogs possessing anything beyond the mentality of a dumb beast are shaking their heads in wonderment. The following video link: http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/secret-life-dog/ highlights some of this research and some of it will amaze you. Some of it like the “left shift gaze” surprised even me and I’m a dog. This is really just the tip of the iceberg, serious research is still pretty much in its early stages. Anyway, the video is free, commercial-free and devoid of canned laughter, enjoy!
Before I launch into the second video, I feel obligated to provide a warning. Kids, please get your mom and/or dad to help you to decide whether or not to continue with the last part of this post. The language in this next video is fairly graphic but, in reality, probably no worse than what you hear in school every day. The subject matter and content, however, is the stuff nightmares are made of. What’s really disturbing is that it’s not made up. Most of it was filmed under cover and was really happening when it was filmed and, I’m sure, is still happening now. If you do intend to watch it, I would highly recommend watching with your parents, they can help you to process the emotion that it, undoubtedly, will generate. It would also be beneficial to watch it with your dog as well. She won’t make it any easier to digest but she hates being left out. I’m a dog, I know these things.
By way of a preface, this film is all about how humans, as a species, treat animals, both pet and beast, the world over. Every day. Now dad gets really aggravated when people call him a “bunny hugger” or animal rights (as opposed to welfare) activist. I thought he set out his thoughts and those of the other founders quite explicitly in the “Philosophy and Vision” statement on our website, differentiating between wild animals, domestic beasts and pets. He’s been a hunter and fisherman all of his life and although he’s never been one to treat animals cruelly or take a life callously, he’s not willing to extend voting rights to sheep and crocodiles either. Anyway, he said he initially thought this video was going to turn out to be one of those PETA type affairs because it seemed to start out in that manner but said to give it a few minutes and see it through to the end. It is painful to watch, all the more so because it’s real and uncut and this stuff happens everyday everywhere. Watching it won’t relegate you immediately to the bunny hugger camp but I guarantee it will provoke some serious thought and introspection on your part, enough to make it worth the pain of watching, I promise. Here’s the link: http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/earthlings/ Kids, remember to do what I asked you to do first please.
Yours Drooly
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
COMMITMENT
Up until now, we’ve been pretty fortunate in that dad has had minimal input into these posts. Well, our luck just ran out. Usually when he has to get involved, it’s ‘cause something is bothering him so we might as well let the old boy get on with it and get it off his chest.
Hi. Sorry to intrude on Miss Cocopuff’s space but I was hoping that someone might help me to gain a better understanding of human nature as it relates to our relationships with companion animals.
GARD takes in a number of owner-relinquished dogs. Lately, a lot of these are due to the economy being what it is, they just don’t have the resources to take care of the dog in a proper fashion. I don’t have a problem with this, they’re far better off here than at animal control or on the roadside somewhere. Occasionally, we get dogs in that are causing unresolvable problems at home, either with other pets, the family or the environment. Again, I generally am supportive of this decision. What I totally don’t get is the throwaway dogs. This has always bothered me and a couple of recent intakes have brought this issue, once again, to the fore in my thinking. With this in mind, for better or for worse, I’d like to express my thoughts and philosophy on this subject. I would apologize in advance for any offence taken from my opinions but, frankly, a lot of what I see in this respect disgusts me and so I will refrain from doing that.
Quite recently, we had a little Shitzu come through here. She came from the Macon area and was at animal control with a euth. tag on her cage. Her story was that the owners had had her since she was a puppy, 12 years, and they now wanted another puppy so they dumped her off at this high-kill shelter, still wearing her “Princess” collar. We took her before her scheduled execution the next day. She was a wonderful dog and we got her a great home where she can spend the remainder of her days enriching an older couples’ lives.
We’ve got a little Schnauser here now (she’s sleeping in a bed by my desk) who was driving the owner absolutely crazy! Seems Trudy (my name for her) was reluctant to walk on the left while on a lead and to make matters worse, she insisted on pooping in the dirt rather that on the grass! Imagine! Don’t know how they got through it!
Another recent addition is a beautiful German Shepherd. The owners had him for 10 years, since he was a puppy, deployed and dumped him in a high-kill shelter. Chances are that this 10 year old dog would not have been adopted before his 3 day amnesty had expired. He’s a great boy, gets along with everyone and loves to ride. Cocopuff and I took him yesterday to do our banking, stopping on the way to get them a couple of double cheeseburgers from the dollar menu.
These dogs and countless others were essentially thrown away. Sure, it’s a bit more humane than just dumping them on the highway which is so often the case but the fact remains that they were discarded. And this is where I’m having problems. Okay, I’ll be the first to say that I’m probably not your average Joe. I’ve made choices in life that are probably not mainstream. Hell, I live with 100+ dogs but the fact remains that I have essentially the same human attributes as everyone else on the planet and I just could not ever bring myself to throw a dog away (euthanizing a dying dog is a different, but no-less-painful matter).
I’ve always gotten the impression that I get much more out of my relationships with my dogs than a lot of other folks do. Some of that is just me and my own personal values but I can’t help but wonder if it isn’t also because I value them more and am more committed to them. I could not possible be more committed than if they were my own kin. Years ago I had a White Shepherd named Lorien who I rescued from an abusive home. She was my constant companion, hiking, swimming, cutting firewood to try to put some food on the table. The only time she was overtly protective of me was when I was in the water, guess she figured any other time I didn’t need much help in that respect. Many years later as she was in declining health, we were swimming at a local pond and, coming out of the water, heard a guy say to his 20 or so drunken friends “I’ll bet ya 10 dollars I can drown that dog.”. I’d had a loaded revolver in my truck at the time but knew I wouldn’t be able to get to it in time so I placed myself between him and Lorien and informed him that the only way to that dog was through me. Not wanting to lose face in front of his idiot friends, he persisted, at which point I offered to disassemble him in front of his friends (I was working construction at the time and it was obvious that this was not an idle threat). Took about 20 minutes to talk him down while I was acutely aware that his friends may very well opt to support him in his drunken quest. Had things gone differently, someone assuredly would have died that day and fortunately, all my years of training working with the mentally challenged stood me in good stead. I’ve kept dogs that I didn’t really care for all that much in the same manner. Even more years ago, the kids brought home a little hound-mix puppy. I met him while my arms were turning to rubber trying to spline in a 4 speed transmission. He came up to me, rolled over and peed in my ear. Good dog! I never really cared that much for Chipper, just like humans, there’s some you like and others, not so much. I’m sure Chipper never knew this and once the kids were done with their 1 week obligatory feeding and walking him, I took good care of him for the rest of his life. Why? “Cause he was my dog! That's why we use the term "forever home" here at GARD.
Something I've always wondered about my Cocopuff; Do I love her so much because she's an outstanding dog or is she an outstanding dog because I love her so much? It's the nature v. nurture thing all over again but, in reality, I think it's a little of both. I could identify the traits in her, when she came to us at 8 weeks of age, that one would expect to see in a really great dog but I think a lot of who and what Cocopuff is today is a product of the love, affection and devotion I've showered on her since she was a pup. I have the same quandry (with the same conclusions) about our Lil' Puff. Lilly's such a sweet girl and I love her much like Coco except that I'm more protective of her given her crappy start in a life that was almost over before it really began (for Lil's story, see Cocopuff's earlier posts). I often wonder if Lil's littermates would have been such wonderful companions had they survived or is Lil such a sweetheart (a quality that she reserves solely for family) because we fell in love with that little dying puppy and saw her through a truly epic struggle for survival. Again, I think her kin probably all had a disposition to be nice dogs but I honestly think Lilly is who and what she is today primarily because we showered her with love and support. Our reward for setting ourselves up for some major heartbreak with her (as well as dealing with IBS for the first year of her life)? When you're treating a pet that is dying, you just don't want to give up on them; there's 1 chance in a million that they'll make it and Lilly is our 1 in a million. She has, in her own way, healed the hurts of a thousand other heartbreaks. As if that wasn't enough, I'm rewarded every day by a little sweetheart who comes to you at bedtime for a goodnight hug and, in the morning has to have a "cuddle attack". It's like she ran out of cuddles during the night and has to resupply for the day. I could go on and on, we've got a houseful of throwaways ranging from quirky to formerly vicious (speaking of quirky, our reclusive, almost-feral Cinder is lying at my feet as I type this). Now, if you just filled up your house with dogs that all had issues, you'd have a bloodbath on your hands but we've got a homogenous little family of misfits here that no one else wanted. They all get along and we love 'em all. They get along because we are devoted to them and help them to overcome their issues. My old boy that came in here as a vicious dog who was on his was to be put down when we met him ( the shelter is not allowed to take in an aggressive dog but I, as an individual, can)? Old Bailey is a steadfast friend and a trustworthy member of the family.
Okay, so this is how Philip sees the world. Now will somebody please explain to me how it is possible to dump your sweet little lapdog at a shelter knowing she will probably be dead within days (probably while you're out shopping for that new puppy you wanted) or consign your riding buddy to a death camp because he's no longer convenient? I really hate to be condemnatory but I get so damned frustrated seeing what should be someone's friend and companion being tossed out like the trash or, at best, recycled. Not only is your dog, who undoubtedly loved and trusted you without reservation, the loser, I feel a great deal of pity for you as well because you're the biggest loser is what should and could have been an exquisitely rewarding relationship.
Hi. Sorry to intrude on Miss Cocopuff’s space but I was hoping that someone might help me to gain a better understanding of human nature as it relates to our relationships with companion animals.
GARD takes in a number of owner-relinquished dogs. Lately, a lot of these are due to the economy being what it is, they just don’t have the resources to take care of the dog in a proper fashion. I don’t have a problem with this, they’re far better off here than at animal control or on the roadside somewhere. Occasionally, we get dogs in that are causing unresolvable problems at home, either with other pets, the family or the environment. Again, I generally am supportive of this decision. What I totally don’t get is the throwaway dogs. This has always bothered me and a couple of recent intakes have brought this issue, once again, to the fore in my thinking. With this in mind, for better or for worse, I’d like to express my thoughts and philosophy on this subject. I would apologize in advance for any offence taken from my opinions but, frankly, a lot of what I see in this respect disgusts me and so I will refrain from doing that.
Quite recently, we had a little Shitzu come through here. She came from the Macon area and was at animal control with a euth. tag on her cage. Her story was that the owners had had her since she was a puppy, 12 years, and they now wanted another puppy so they dumped her off at this high-kill shelter, still wearing her “Princess” collar. We took her before her scheduled execution the next day. She was a wonderful dog and we got her a great home where she can spend the remainder of her days enriching an older couples’ lives.
We’ve got a little Schnauser here now (she’s sleeping in a bed by my desk) who was driving the owner absolutely crazy! Seems Trudy (my name for her) was reluctant to walk on the left while on a lead and to make matters worse, she insisted on pooping in the dirt rather that on the grass! Imagine! Don’t know how they got through it!
Another recent addition is a beautiful German Shepherd. The owners had him for 10 years, since he was a puppy, deployed and dumped him in a high-kill shelter. Chances are that this 10 year old dog would not have been adopted before his 3 day amnesty had expired. He’s a great boy, gets along with everyone and loves to ride. Cocopuff and I took him yesterday to do our banking, stopping on the way to get them a couple of double cheeseburgers from the dollar menu.
These dogs and countless others were essentially thrown away. Sure, it’s a bit more humane than just dumping them on the highway which is so often the case but the fact remains that they were discarded. And this is where I’m having problems. Okay, I’ll be the first to say that I’m probably not your average Joe. I’ve made choices in life that are probably not mainstream. Hell, I live with 100+ dogs but the fact remains that I have essentially the same human attributes as everyone else on the planet and I just could not ever bring myself to throw a dog away (euthanizing a dying dog is a different, but no-less-painful matter).
I’ve always gotten the impression that I get much more out of my relationships with my dogs than a lot of other folks do. Some of that is just me and my own personal values but I can’t help but wonder if it isn’t also because I value them more and am more committed to them. I could not possible be more committed than if they were my own kin. Years ago I had a White Shepherd named Lorien who I rescued from an abusive home. She was my constant companion, hiking, swimming, cutting firewood to try to put some food on the table. The only time she was overtly protective of me was when I was in the water, guess she figured any other time I didn’t need much help in that respect. Many years later as she was in declining health, we were swimming at a local pond and, coming out of the water, heard a guy say to his 20 or so drunken friends “I’ll bet ya 10 dollars I can drown that dog.”. I’d had a loaded revolver in my truck at the time but knew I wouldn’t be able to get to it in time so I placed myself between him and Lorien and informed him that the only way to that dog was through me. Not wanting to lose face in front of his idiot friends, he persisted, at which point I offered to disassemble him in front of his friends (I was working construction at the time and it was obvious that this was not an idle threat). Took about 20 minutes to talk him down while I was acutely aware that his friends may very well opt to support him in his drunken quest. Had things gone differently, someone assuredly would have died that day and fortunately, all my years of training working with the mentally challenged stood me in good stead. I’ve kept dogs that I didn’t really care for all that much in the same manner. Even more years ago, the kids brought home a little hound-mix puppy. I met him while my arms were turning to rubber trying to spline in a 4 speed transmission. He came up to me, rolled over and peed in my ear. Good dog! I never really cared that much for Chipper, just like humans, there’s some you like and others, not so much. I’m sure Chipper never knew this and once the kids were done with their 1 week obligatory feeding and walking him, I took good care of him for the rest of his life. Why? “Cause he was my dog! That's why we use the term "forever home" here at GARD.
Something I've always wondered about my Cocopuff; Do I love her so much because she's an outstanding dog or is she an outstanding dog because I love her so much? It's the nature v. nurture thing all over again but, in reality, I think it's a little of both. I could identify the traits in her, when she came to us at 8 weeks of age, that one would expect to see in a really great dog but I think a lot of who and what Cocopuff is today is a product of the love, affection and devotion I've showered on her since she was a pup. I have the same quandry (with the same conclusions) about our Lil' Puff. Lilly's such a sweet girl and I love her much like Coco except that I'm more protective of her given her crappy start in a life that was almost over before it really began (for Lil's story, see Cocopuff's earlier posts). I often wonder if Lil's littermates would have been such wonderful companions had they survived or is Lil such a sweetheart (a quality that she reserves solely for family) because we fell in love with that little dying puppy and saw her through a truly epic struggle for survival. Again, I think her kin probably all had a disposition to be nice dogs but I honestly think Lilly is who and what she is today primarily because we showered her with love and support. Our reward for setting ourselves up for some major heartbreak with her (as well as dealing with IBS for the first year of her life)? When you're treating a pet that is dying, you just don't want to give up on them; there's 1 chance in a million that they'll make it and Lilly is our 1 in a million. She has, in her own way, healed the hurts of a thousand other heartbreaks. As if that wasn't enough, I'm rewarded every day by a little sweetheart who comes to you at bedtime for a goodnight hug and, in the morning has to have a "cuddle attack". It's like she ran out of cuddles during the night and has to resupply for the day. I could go on and on, we've got a houseful of throwaways ranging from quirky to formerly vicious (speaking of quirky, our reclusive, almost-feral Cinder is lying at my feet as I type this). Now, if you just filled up your house with dogs that all had issues, you'd have a bloodbath on your hands but we've got a homogenous little family of misfits here that no one else wanted. They all get along and we love 'em all. They get along because we are devoted to them and help them to overcome their issues. My old boy that came in here as a vicious dog who was on his was to be put down when we met him ( the shelter is not allowed to take in an aggressive dog but I, as an individual, can)? Old Bailey is a steadfast friend and a trustworthy member of the family.
Okay, so this is how Philip sees the world. Now will somebody please explain to me how it is possible to dump your sweet little lapdog at a shelter knowing she will probably be dead within days (probably while you're out shopping for that new puppy you wanted) or consign your riding buddy to a death camp because he's no longer convenient? I really hate to be condemnatory but I get so damned frustrated seeing what should be someone's friend and companion being tossed out like the trash or, at best, recycled. Not only is your dog, who undoubtedly loved and trusted you without reservation, the loser, I feel a great deal of pity for you as well because you're the biggest loser is what should and could have been an exquisitely rewarding relationship.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Tempore Occupare
Hey, how about that, Latin from a dog! My dad says he took 5 years of Latin, didn’t learn a thing except for the fact that he hated Latin but this seemed appropriate for what I want to talk about. Tempore Occupare is translated “Seize the Moment”, kind of like Carpe Diem but quicker and, in this instance, relates to Dougie.
Dougie is the youngest of us three Reddawgs. My dad sometimes refers to us as the Three Stooges. I have absolutely no idea what he’s referring to but I assume that it must be some kind of very high praise. Now Dougie has always had a mind of his own and has always been more intent on doing his own thing (which usually involves some way of getting in trouble) than following instructions or honoring requests. When he was younger, dad started taking him along on our walks with a certain amount of trepidation, knowing that Dougie more than likely would not come just because he was called. Knowing that Dougie would stay with us, dad left the training to me and Lil and he’s never run off on us in spite of the fact that he still prefers to range a little further than the rest of us. Dougie is also too smart for his own good, it’s almost impossible to keep him in a kennel or yard, he can jump or climb almost anything and latched gates are no impediment to his adventurous spirit, watched him one day go over to the shelter (after hopping two closed gates) and open it up, not because he wanted in but to let his friends out to play in the sandpile with him. Okay, Dougie is a troublemaker but we love him and he always makes dad laugh. Unfortunately, his free-spirited nature often gets in the way of his hanging out with dad and us when he’s working outside. Dougie’s always felt bad that he can’t always join us and I know dad has too. But what to do? Extensive training has not been an option, there is always way more stuff to do around here than there is day without all that and so we have always made a point to include Dougie whenever we can but no more.
It was just a couple of weeks ago when we were working on the land we’re clearing for the new sanctuary that Dougie obviously, all of a sudden, “got it”. You could tell that he’d figured it all out, that if he stayed around a little better and dad didn’t have to stop what he was doing every 5 minutes to hunt him down, he’d get to go with us more. Surprisingly, but to his credit, Dad noticed too and went out of his way to include Dougie more. Now, Dougie asks dad to accompany him to “help” him on outside jobs even when it’s too hot for me and Lil and the land-clearing project has become “their thing” that they do together. Dougie, for his part, has responded so well to this reinforcement of his good behavior that he now accompanies us on our trips up to get the mail, something dad will only allow his most trusted few to do (that highway kills and there is no room for mistakes of any kind). Again, Lil and I have helped out with his training and have shown him where we’re expected to stop (about 25 feet short of the end of our road) while dad gets the mail.
The reason I mention all this is because you humans all lead very busy lives and I’m sure there are some areas where you and your dog(s) would like to enrich your interactions with each other but just don’t have the time to put into it. I understand that but sometimes good things happen, just because. In this case, Dougie made the overture, a peace offering if you will, and because someone “seized the moment” and capitalized on it, everyone’s life is fuller and happier. In a real world, sometimes that’s all we can do but try to keep a lookout for those opportunities when they do pop up. Even though your pet may not be fluent in Latin, he/she is a lot smarter than you’d think and a missed opportunity will never be anything more than a missed opportunity.
Dougie is the youngest of us three Reddawgs. My dad sometimes refers to us as the Three Stooges. I have absolutely no idea what he’s referring to but I assume that it must be some kind of very high praise. Now Dougie has always had a mind of his own and has always been more intent on doing his own thing (which usually involves some way of getting in trouble) than following instructions or honoring requests. When he was younger, dad started taking him along on our walks with a certain amount of trepidation, knowing that Dougie more than likely would not come just because he was called. Knowing that Dougie would stay with us, dad left the training to me and Lil and he’s never run off on us in spite of the fact that he still prefers to range a little further than the rest of us. Dougie is also too smart for his own good, it’s almost impossible to keep him in a kennel or yard, he can jump or climb almost anything and latched gates are no impediment to his adventurous spirit, watched him one day go over to the shelter (after hopping two closed gates) and open it up, not because he wanted in but to let his friends out to play in the sandpile with him. Okay, Dougie is a troublemaker but we love him and he always makes dad laugh. Unfortunately, his free-spirited nature often gets in the way of his hanging out with dad and us when he’s working outside. Dougie’s always felt bad that he can’t always join us and I know dad has too. But what to do? Extensive training has not been an option, there is always way more stuff to do around here than there is day without all that and so we have always made a point to include Dougie whenever we can but no more.
It was just a couple of weeks ago when we were working on the land we’re clearing for the new sanctuary that Dougie obviously, all of a sudden, “got it”. You could tell that he’d figured it all out, that if he stayed around a little better and dad didn’t have to stop what he was doing every 5 minutes to hunt him down, he’d get to go with us more. Surprisingly, but to his credit, Dad noticed too and went out of his way to include Dougie more. Now, Dougie asks dad to accompany him to “help” him on outside jobs even when it’s too hot for me and Lil and the land-clearing project has become “their thing” that they do together. Dougie, for his part, has responded so well to this reinforcement of his good behavior that he now accompanies us on our trips up to get the mail, something dad will only allow his most trusted few to do (that highway kills and there is no room for mistakes of any kind). Again, Lil and I have helped out with his training and have shown him where we’re expected to stop (about 25 feet short of the end of our road) while dad gets the mail.
The reason I mention all this is because you humans all lead very busy lives and I’m sure there are some areas where you and your dog(s) would like to enrich your interactions with each other but just don’t have the time to put into it. I understand that but sometimes good things happen, just because. In this case, Dougie made the overture, a peace offering if you will, and because someone “seized the moment” and capitalized on it, everyone’s life is fuller and happier. In a real world, sometimes that’s all we can do but try to keep a lookout for those opportunities when they do pop up. Even though your pet may not be fluent in Latin, he/she is a lot smarter than you’d think and a missed opportunity will never be anything more than a missed opportunity.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Don't Never Say Never
One of the keys to getting the most out of your relationship with your pet is understanding his/her, personality, temperment, and their general perception of their world. Like people, dogs have differing perceptions of their world and their adaptive behavior, again like humans', varies widely. Pursuing this human/dog analogy, understanding them can be just as inexact as figuring out just what's going on in the head of the guy next door. The following story is a case in point.
As I've mentioned in earlier posts, GARD operates almost as much like a sanctuary as it does a typical rescue shelter. We have here a substantial number of dogs who, for one reason or another, are unadoptable. Some are just too old or infirm. Others have quirks that most people would find problematical in the average home. There are also those with behavioral issues which are adequately controlled in this particular environment but have not generalized their good behavior toward the world at large (stimulus discrimination). And then there are those who appear to be antisocial. Normally, these dogs are not innately averse to companionship, human or otherwise, but have been traumatized at some point in their lives and have not recovered (much like PTSD). They are just too scared to commit to a relationship and choose to be apart, choosing for themselves a life that limits exposure to that which they find frightening. Most times, with a lot of love and kindness, they can be brought around. Others seem to operate in their own timeframe and will eventually turn things around by themselves. Over the years, we have witnessed numerous turnarounds by dogs who have basically effected their own therapy, some of these bordering on the miraculous. While it's always rewarding and sometimes even awe-inspiring, these days it takes quite a lot to blow our minds, pretty much thought we'd seen it all.
Just the other day, Cinder totally blew our minds!
Cinder is a middle-aged Black Lab who was dumped here shortly after we moved in, she's been here since I was a puppy and has always chosen to live beyond the pale. She has (had) a house out beyond the outermost yards and could rarely be enticed into any of the more "civilized" areas of the property. Dad always kept her food and treats in his car and Cinder would regularly greet him when he came home from the mill but would always maintain about a three foot safety zone. In five years, he'd managed to touch her just once while she was sleeping. Now Dad's got a way with dogs (people not so much), he can make friends with almost any of us, step into a brawl and take charge etc. but Cinder has always remained aloof and spurned his overtures. Although my Dad says Cinder is the "spookiest" dog he's ever known, she has, for years, gone for walks with me and our gang. To look at her, you'd think she was just another one of us but look at her directly or speak to her, she's gone. For some reason, over the years, she's taken a special liking to me. Judging from her behavior, it appears to be more of a perverted vestigial response to being in the presence of an Alpha, much like the behavior that a female wolf with pups displays when the male returns from the hunt. She has been known to follow me and Lil into the outermost yard, provided the gate is left open and no one is near it. If someone even looks at the gate, she's off like a shot.
As I write this, Cinder now lives in the house!!
About a year ago, after she lost her almost equally skittish companion, Cinder began slowly (very slowly) gravitating toward the house. At first she would merely linger a little longer in the outer yard with me and Lil. Around this time, she also struck up a sort of friendship with Millie, our old Pit. At some point, she began hopping additional fences when no human was present so that she could be in inner yard (Cinder can jump anything ). She eventually began spending more and more time hanging out under the porch but always would display the same aloofness toward humans, refusing (or bolting away from) hundreds of gestures of love and kindness. The catalyst in her transformation proved to be a particularly big, nasty old thunderstorm. Mom heard someone crying at the front door, opened it and Cinder came flying in. She even let Mom cuddle and sooth her during the worst of the storm. The rest, like they say, is history. She now lives here and has integrated well into family life, preferring to spend most of her time in the kitchen or tv room where she has access to the fenced back yard via a doggy door. She goes in and out like she's been here all her life ( if she had any desire to leave, she'd merely hop the fence) and lately has been gravitating toward Dad's office 'cause that's where Lil and I hang out. She even slept in there with us the other night.
We've seen it all here, or thought we had; from Bailey's miraculous self-transformation from a vicious brute to a loving, trustworthy companion, Henry leaving off his ways as the eternal wanderer who always shunned the notion of a real home only to become the ultimate couch potato and Zeke who, likewise, effected his own therapy going from a cringing, snapping bundle of fear to a well-adjusted member of the family but we never in a million years expected to see our Cinder lying on the floor sleeping contentedly with a half dozen or so other dogs or playing and learning to interact with all doggy appropriateness.
Don't never say never!
As I've mentioned in earlier posts, GARD operates almost as much like a sanctuary as it does a typical rescue shelter. We have here a substantial number of dogs who, for one reason or another, are unadoptable. Some are just too old or infirm. Others have quirks that most people would find problematical in the average home. There are also those with behavioral issues which are adequately controlled in this particular environment but have not generalized their good behavior toward the world at large (stimulus discrimination). And then there are those who appear to be antisocial. Normally, these dogs are not innately averse to companionship, human or otherwise, but have been traumatized at some point in their lives and have not recovered (much like PTSD). They are just too scared to commit to a relationship and choose to be apart, choosing for themselves a life that limits exposure to that which they find frightening. Most times, with a lot of love and kindness, they can be brought around. Others seem to operate in their own timeframe and will eventually turn things around by themselves. Over the years, we have witnessed numerous turnarounds by dogs who have basically effected their own therapy, some of these bordering on the miraculous. While it's always rewarding and sometimes even awe-inspiring, these days it takes quite a lot to blow our minds, pretty much thought we'd seen it all.
Just the other day, Cinder totally blew our minds!
Cinder is a middle-aged Black Lab who was dumped here shortly after we moved in, she's been here since I was a puppy and has always chosen to live beyond the pale. She has (had) a house out beyond the outermost yards and could rarely be enticed into any of the more "civilized" areas of the property. Dad always kept her food and treats in his car and Cinder would regularly greet him when he came home from the mill but would always maintain about a three foot safety zone. In five years, he'd managed to touch her just once while she was sleeping. Now Dad's got a way with dogs (people not so much), he can make friends with almost any of us, step into a brawl and take charge etc. but Cinder has always remained aloof and spurned his overtures. Although my Dad says Cinder is the "spookiest" dog he's ever known, she has, for years, gone for walks with me and our gang. To look at her, you'd think she was just another one of us but look at her directly or speak to her, she's gone. For some reason, over the years, she's taken a special liking to me. Judging from her behavior, it appears to be more of a perverted vestigial response to being in the presence of an Alpha, much like the behavior that a female wolf with pups displays when the male returns from the hunt. She has been known to follow me and Lil into the outermost yard, provided the gate is left open and no one is near it. If someone even looks at the gate, she's off like a shot.
As I write this, Cinder now lives in the house!!
About a year ago, after she lost her almost equally skittish companion, Cinder began slowly (very slowly) gravitating toward the house. At first she would merely linger a little longer in the outer yard with me and Lil. Around this time, she also struck up a sort of friendship with Millie, our old Pit. At some point, she began hopping additional fences when no human was present so that she could be in inner yard (Cinder can jump anything ). She eventually began spending more and more time hanging out under the porch but always would display the same aloofness toward humans, refusing (or bolting away from) hundreds of gestures of love and kindness. The catalyst in her transformation proved to be a particularly big, nasty old thunderstorm. Mom heard someone crying at the front door, opened it and Cinder came flying in. She even let Mom cuddle and sooth her during the worst of the storm. The rest, like they say, is history. She now lives here and has integrated well into family life, preferring to spend most of her time in the kitchen or tv room where she has access to the fenced back yard via a doggy door. She goes in and out like she's been here all her life ( if she had any desire to leave, she'd merely hop the fence) and lately has been gravitating toward Dad's office 'cause that's where Lil and I hang out. She even slept in there with us the other night.
We've seen it all here, or thought we had; from Bailey's miraculous self-transformation from a vicious brute to a loving, trustworthy companion, Henry leaving off his ways as the eternal wanderer who always shunned the notion of a real home only to become the ultimate couch potato and Zeke who, likewise, effected his own therapy going from a cringing, snapping bundle of fear to a well-adjusted member of the family but we never in a million years expected to see our Cinder lying on the floor sleeping contentedly with a half dozen or so other dogs or playing and learning to interact with all doggy appropriateness.
Don't never say never!
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