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Most socialized dog ever

July 29, 2010

I feel like we failed Isis in a lot of ways. I’m learning now that you’re supposed to expose your puppy to everything that could possibly “scare” it later in life before he or she is four months old.

I wish we’d taken Isis to puppy pre-school and puppy kindergarten, instead of waiting until she was four months old to take her to the school where she eventually displayed her first signs of aggression toward other dogs, and where they recommended a shock collar. That’s what finally turned me off. But I did listen when they suggested a prong collar, and even found it effective in teaching her to sit and lie down. (Or so I thought at the time. I didn’t realize at the time that licking her nose was a stress signal.) It helped me walk her, but it didn’t really teach her to walk beside me without pulling. She still struggles with that. If we had started clicker training her from the beginning, maybe we wouldn’t have needed to jerk her down with a prong collar to get her to learn how to lie down.

If we’d let her play with other puppies from the time she was 9 weeks old, instead of enrolling her in a class where puppies waited in the car and were brought in the classroom one at a time – because it’s too “distracting” to try to work with multiple dogs in the same room – maybe she would have the play skills that would allow her to play with the puppy who has now lived in the same house with her, separated by baby gates, for nearly five weeks.

Then there’s Leo, who has a mellower temperament to start. I’m not afraid of exposing him to disease by letting him out of the house. He comes to work with me and meets new people every day. He goes to puppy pre-school and next week we start kindergarten. It hasn’t even been very much work to expose him to things like fireworks, workmen on the roof of my office (a/c repairman yesterday), bicycles, motorcycles, traffic. A man in a wheelchair came out of one of the neighboring offices to meet Leo. I never in a million years would have orchestrated a meet and greet with a wheelchair, and now Leo’s been exposed to it. I haven’t even tried to think of things to expose him to, since so many things have just come our way.

On the drive to work this morning, there was some mist on the windshield. I flicked the wiper and Leo alerted to it. Interesting! I upped the speed and Leo’s eyes followed it as it went back and forth. Hadn’t occurred to me to desensitize him to the windshield wiper, but I could picture a dog, born in late April, socialized all summer, completely freaking out come rainy season whenever the windshield wipers were turned on. How difficult it would be to untrain a dog that barks maniacally at the windshield wipers.

Nothing much seems to freak Leo out, so maybe it wouldn’t have been an issue for him, but nice to have crossed that off the list I haven’t bothered to create.

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Sangre

July 22, 2010

For some reason I like to give blood. Maybe because I like to feel needed. They tell me I have a useful blood type and supplies are low. And it saves lives.

They won’t take my blood if I’ve been to countries like Nepal, India, Vietnam or Cambodia within the past 12 months. So it’s been more than a year since I’ve donated.

The other thing that keeps me from donating sometimes is low iron. Twice I’ve been turned away. Once for low iron and once because I didn’t know they wouldn’t take me within a year of having been to Nepal and India. Kind of embarrassing and irritating. You get in your head that you’re going to give blood and then they won’t take you.

But, but, you said I had a valuable blood type! You said you were in need!

I got an email yesterday about dangerously low supplies and ate a huge dark chocolate bar to boost my iron count in preparation to donate after work.

They’ve changed the questions, so I had to give a whole list of every country I’ve ever been to, and I actually felt guilty. Like I shouldn’t have gone to Africa in 1999. But none of that disqualified me.

The woman pricked my right middle finger to test my iron and in came in at 12. It needs to be 12.5. Another guy came in for a second try, this time on the left side, and it came in at 13.7. Phew.

Then I donated. And learned that after my next donation, I will have donated a gallon and will get a pin. Seems hard to believe I’ve donated seven times.

Unfortunately, I was lightheaded for a few hours afterward and my forearm hurt quite a bit. I don’t think that will stop me from donating again in eight weeks. I want that pin. Besides, I weighed 2 pounds less this morning. And that was after eating a huge chocolate bar plus two cookies after donating.

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Salitter drying from the earth

July 16, 2010

In all likelihood anyone who googles “salitter” will be directed here to my review of The Road.

When I googled “salitter” I found this.

Generally I prefer novels that are entertaining reads. I want a sensical plot and a fulfilling resolution. I don’t need to be “challenged” but I’m happy if I’m given something to think about. Water for Elephants, The World According to Garp and The Dogs of Babel meet these criteria. These are the kinds of books I’d like to write.

I could never write a book like The Road. It’s like a painting. Or a poem. It’s art.

Cormac McCarthy uses words like “salitter,” phrases like “ensepulchred within their crozzled hearts,” and he doesn’t use commas. He doesn’t want you to breeze through his book. As a friend of mine put it, “It’s written to make you uncomfortable.”

I had to reread commaless sentences to figure out where the pauses went. I had to mark words to look up later.

Narratively I felt like the postapocalyptic story became repetitive. They walked on the road. They found a place to camp. Maybe they found food and ate it or maybe they were hungry. They encountered some danger. They were afraid and desperate, teetering on the brink of hopelessness.

But it was so beautiful.

As the story wore on I wondered why the father and son kept walking on this road. I understood why the wife/mother didn’t stay with them. There was no hope. I kept reading to find out if they would reach the coast and what would happen when they did although I suspected they wouldn’t find what they needed. They weren’t the last two people on earth but they might as well have been since they trusted no one else not to eat them or steal their stuff. Or both.

One of them was going to die and then what was the other one going to do? Keep walking the road alone? Each was the other’s reason for keeping on.

Here’s why I loved this book. Here’s why it’s art: After all the harrowing desperation, the ending was uplifting. As happy an ending as you could hope to have after the apocalpyse.

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I love having dogs, plural

July 14, 2010

…Even if I can’t play with them both at the same time. Yet.

Maybe by the third dog, I’ll have it right.

The mistake we made from the beginning with Isis was that we lavished attention on her every second we were with her. This kept her from learning how to settle down quietly. I tried bringing her to work early on, but she whined and wanted constant attention. It made me too nervous that she’d be disruptive to others.

By necessity, Leo has had to learn to settle down by himself even while I’m in the house with him. I’ve followed the rules of puppy confinement not just because Dr. Dunbar told me to, but also because I can’t have him running around the house when Isis is loose. Yet. It’s just as well, because he’s a little devil who only wants to chew things he’s not supposed to chew. Unlike Isis, who always has been able to distinguish between my fuzzy bedroom slippers and dog toys made of the same material.

This has benefited Leo, because I’ve been able to bring him to work. He doesn’t want to go into his kennel with the door shut – he’ll scream like a banshee. But if I tether him to a leash, he’ll sleep at my feet or under the desk and even will go into the kennel himself. Since I have trouble with neck and shoulder pain from sitting hunched at my computer all day, the hourly or so potty walks with Leo are good for my health, too.

Of course, perfect at work means misbehaved at home, where he still screams and cries when we leave him alone. He’s getting better about eating from his Kong during his alone time. So I just need to keep him constantly eating.

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Not the baby anymore

July 3, 2010

A few days before we got Leo, Isis was happy to run around in the backyard by herself. She didn’t want the door closed on her – occasionally she’d show up at the sliding glass door with her dirty ol’ soccer ball in her mouth, asking me to join her – but she was fairly happy entertaining herself out there.

She’s not doing that anymore. She needs someone out there to play with her. If I leave the door open, she comes back inside. At first, she ran right past the baby gate shielding Leo in the laundry room, but the last few days she’s taken an interest in him.

I can’t read her expression. She’s not outwardly aggressive. She doesn’t immediately bark and lunge at him, or even react when he cries. I can get her to lie at my feet. Sometimes, she looks comfortable, with her tongue hanging out in a smile.

I learned yesterday to be on the alert for a closed mouth and a stare. Even if she shifts her weight to her hip (usually a sign she is relaxed), if her gaze doesn’t waver from Leo, she could be getting an adrenaline rush that culminates in her getting up, lunging and barking at Leo.

She is not to hurt the baby. I am to make that clear to her. I thought bracing her against her shoulders and saying “No” firmly was a good response to that, but apparently it is better to “split” between them silently and then click and treat her as soon as she is calm. There needs to be a lot more clicking and treating around here.

Leo likes the laundry room, especially when I’m in the kitchen next to him. He does all right in the large crate in the computer room, where he is completely safe from Isis. We play a very catchy CD called Songs to Make Dogs Happy on repeat. The first three songs are the best. I know all the words to Squeaky-Deakey. If he’s not sleepy, he wails, sometimes not settling down for an hour, but he’s making progress.

The other day I introduced him to the smaller “traveling” kennel. In theory, he could rest in there while we watch TV, and maybe I could take him to work with me. So far he has settled down for short periods in there, even with Isis in the room. The first time, Isis got up at one point and growled at him in the kennel. She almost never growls. It’s actually a problem, because one low growl is a warning that I need to remove her from the situation. Her habit has been to go straight to vicious, lunging barking with very little warning.

Leo can walk on a leash and will sit on command already. (Clicker training is awesome.) But if he doesn’t learn bite inhibition soon, I will not have a single pair of untorn pants left and the gashes on Rob’s and my ankles will become permanent scars.

Mouthing is completely normal for a puppy. Within a few months, he should learn bite inhibition from us and the puppies he plays with at puppy preschool. Sadly, he might not be able to learn this from Isis, because if he nips her with those pinlike milk teeth of his, she’s liable to go overboard in putting him in his place. And nothing unpleasant can ever happen when the two dogs are together (once we finally allow the two dogs to be together).

Leo wants to put his teeth on everything, and for some reason prefers pant legs, sweatshirts, arms, ankles and hands to the chew toys we provide for this purpose. I’ve had some success replacing my ankle with a  stick when we take our 10-times-daily strolls in the backyard. If he has a stick in his mouth, he can’t bite my pant leg. If he’s sitting with his attention on me, he can’t bite my pant leg.

Speaking of chew toys, he still doesn’t continue to be interested in Kongs stuffed with food after I leave him alone. This was the point of the chew toy stuffed with food, remember? So he can occupy himself when left alone. He’ll eat the ground turkey out of a Kong if I hold it for him. Feels rather like giving a bottle to a baby. He sits across my legs and laps at the meat. If I leave him, he ignores the food until I return.

He will, however, eat chicken in my absence. Of course, I don’t want to leave him alone with a chicken wing, drumstick or bone-in breast, because I need to make sure he chews his bone before swallowing. I have been taking away the larger bones after he finishes eating all the meat. Since my vet is not exactly on board with the raw feeding, I really don’t want to have to take him in with a chicken bone stuck in his esophagus.

I like being a stay-at-home dog mom. I’m surprised how fast the past five days have gone. I let Leo out, play with him and put him in the laundry room. Sometimes I sit with him in there and read my book. Then I take Isis out. Then, I either take Leo out again, or I take a shower or fix some food. At some point, after I put Leo down for his nap, I take Isis for a walk. Or I run errands. I take Isis with me in the car for those. It’s important to have some mother-daughter time with the older child. By then, it’s after 3 pm. Once Rob gets home at 5, he shares in the rotation of playing with Isis outside or letting Leo out to pee. We practice having the dogs on either side of a baby gate, clicking and treating Isis for calm.

One more week to go, and we’ll see how much I feel like going back to being a working mom.

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Dogs by Dunbar

June 28, 2010

I’m trying to follow the instructions in Before and After Getting Your Puppy about errorless housetraining and chewtoy training. So far, we’ve had no errors, and that’s because I have been following the instructions. Given the opportunity, I’m sure Leo would have chewed a slipper by now or peed someplace inappropriate.

The thing is though, it’s not that easy to just follow the instructions.

There are two key ingredients.

    • Keep the puppy confined. Let him out every hour on the hour for three minutes to relieve himself. Praise him for peeing and/or pooping. Play with him and train him for a short time. Confine him again. In addition to housetraining him, this will help him learn to “settle down and shush” for short periods in confinement (crate or puppy playpen).

      Here’s the thing. You give him three minutes to pee and poop. Let’s say you play with him for 1o minutes. Then you put him in the crate/playpen. Maybe he cries and cries and doesn’t settle down and shush for another 15 minutes. He’s really only been in there for 30 minutes by the time the next hour on the hour rolls around. Do you take him out again, or wait for an hour from the time he settled down? Or an hour from the last time he relieved himself?

      • Make him a chewtoyaholic by feeding him all his meals from chewtoys such as Kongs or Isis’ favorite, Squirrel Dude. Put the chew toys in the confinement area and he will happily chew the day away, not minding being left alone and not learning destructive habits like barking or chewing things he’s not supposed to chew. Again, this also is supposed to lead to settling down and shushing.

        But let’s say he does mind being left alone and cries and howls and whimpers when you leave him. He happily eats from the Kong (or sometimes a rubber dinosaur skull…sorry, can’t find a link), if I sit on the floor of his playpen and hold it for him. But he doesn’t continue to occupy himself with it when I leave.

        I should give the guy a break. I mean, it’s only been a couple of days. Chewtoyaholism doesn’t happen all in one day. He’s a great puppy and he’s doing really well. His ears are starting to stand up and he’s getting a little mouthy. The first casualty of Leo was a pair of pajama bottoms he grabbed onto. I took a step and they tore. When I put on my pajamas last night, I asked myself, what pants would I like Leo to tear apart next?

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        This parenting thing is hard

        June 26, 2010

        What did I think? Isis would take one sniff of Leo and they’d play like litter mates?

        OK, that’s exactly what I thought.

        This is going to be much harder than I expected. And I didn’t really expect it to be easy, did I?

        Well, not exactly, but I thought I had all these methods of integrating my new puppy into the household with a reactive dog, and that these methods would be tough to implement, but they would work.

        What was my plan B, if upon meeting Leo, Isis pinned him down and snarled at him?

        Because, yeah, that’s what happened. And there was no plan B.

        We took them to a neutral location and I tried to recreate the scenario where she was calm, interested and friendly to another pup. Unfortunately, that pup was a dud, and Leo was more lively. Or Isis was more stressed because she hadn’t seen me all day. Or I wasn’t paying close enough attention to her body language. Or something else.

        I didn’t think I could just bring a new puppy home and keep him separate from her until they were ready to meet. But that’s been the outcome of their unfortunate first meeting.

        We baby Isis so much. My primary concern was how my precious little girl would handle the change. I wasn’t prepared for how protective I’d feel of Leo, who really is just a baby. How terrifying for him to be faced with a dog who looks just like his mommy and daddy, and have her attack him. She’s not the baby anymore. She’s the big sister and she cannot act like this.

        I don’t even like to say “attack,” because she didn’t “go after him.” They ran up and sniffed each other. She reared her head back, which she does when she’s uncomfortable, and then Leo was on his back and she was a big snarling mess. We separated them really quickly, and he was not hurt. But his cries were heartbreaking.

        At 10 weeks, he is in a “fear period,” meaning, Experiences a puppy perceives as traumatic during this time are generalized and may affect him all his life.

        This was pretty much the worst case scenario. It’s what Isis started doing to min pins and other small dogs at the dog park, before I stopped taking her to the dog park. But she has played successfully with a Lab puppy, and because her meeting with another German shepherd went well a few weeks ago, I hoped for the best with baby brother Leo.

        I had no idea what to do. We brought them home and let Isis play outside while Leo explored inside.

        Here’s where Rob and I displayed sides of our True Characters. I am a quitter. I thought to myself, “This is too hard. It was a mistake. We should take Leo back.”

        I asked Rob if we should do that and he said, “What???! No!” And he hadn’t even spent the whole day bonding with Leo on the car ride, like I had. It’s too late. Leo is part of our family.

        So far, the gradual approach is working. Leo is gated in the laundry room and Isis is not troubled by his presence or his occasional whimpering. She definitely knows there’s a dog in the house. Leo is, naturally, afraid of Isis.

        Last night after we got home, I tried some “protected contact,” where they saw each other through the chainlink dog run fence. Too soon. Isis barked and Leo cowered.

        But today, it’s been better. Rob played with Isis and her soccer ball on the hill while Leo peed. He showed an interest in what Isis was doing and got braver, moving closer and closer to the fence. She definitely knew he was there, but continued playing.

        Later, I had Isis doing her agility course, while Leo was in the dog run. A few times, she noticed him and ran toward the gate. The first time I panicked, and so did Leo — he ran back to the house. But Isis didn’t bark at him and in fact, came right back to me when I called her, and was able to do the agility course a few more times. Leo again moved toward the fence, then backed away when Isis came closer. I thought this was progress. She’s not acting hostile, just curious. And even though he’s afraid of her…he’s learning that she’s not going to bark at him, and getting braver by moving closer to her, also curious about her.

        At some point, they’re going to show me through their body language that they’re ready for face-to-face contact. Until then, well, we weren’t planning on leaving them alone in the house together anyway, and it’s been recommended that you keep a puppy “confined” to one room until he is housebroken. Puppies cry and keep you up at night anyway. This is just a little added stress, right?

        The good news is, I already planned to take time off from work. What I’m doing for my summer vacation is managing my dogs.

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        Bringing home baby Leo

        June 24, 2010

        We’ve named him Leonidas, or Leo. AKC name: Lion King of Sparta (Rob doesn’t know that last part yet, but nor does he care).

        I had planned to bring Isis with me when I pick him up, but that just doesn’t seem like the best idea anymore, since Rob won’t be able to go with me…and besides, my deposit is non-refundable and all the other puppies have been sold and picked up. We’re stuck with this one, whether Isis likes it or not!

        I’ve got a pretty good strategy for introducing Isis to Leo in a neutral location after we get him home tomorrow night. It’s going to be fine. She’s going to treat him right. They’re going to be besties.

        I feel guilty though, and wonder how parents of human babies do this. For more than three years, all Isis has known is the spoiled life, being the apple of our eyes, queen of the castle. Beloved and doted upon. How’s she going to deal with another little critter coming into our home?

        Will she think we don’t love her anymore? Or that we’re trying to replace her? How can I help her understand that Leo is a gift for her, a playmate for her, someone who will make her life richer and more fun?

        Whatever we do, we can’t let her think of Leo as a competitor for our affections.

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        Baby brother on the way

        June 19, 2010

        We’re picking him up next week.

        He’s the fattest, I mean biggest, one in his litter.

        He doesn’t have a name yet. Some of my suggestions, which have been vetoed, were:

        Kilo
        Bandito
        Colossus
        Sumo

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        Pissing away $85 a month

        June 17, 2010

        Joining two gyms seemed like a really good idea in February. A medical professional recommended that I “sweat” three times a week before work. One gym is around the corner from my office. The other is closer to home and I intended to go there every Saturday for the best Zumba class in town.

        Within two weeks, I’d hurt my foot and it’s still not 100 percent back to normal four months later. (Four months, a few rolls of athletic tape, several pairs of Superfeet, custom orthotics, and a dozen physical therapy, active release treatments and visits to the podiatrist later. If you suggest I apply ice and take ibuprofen, I will hit you.)

        The medical professional recanted, saying that I tried to do too much too fast, and that I should have started with something less high impact. Uh, sorry that I didn’t think Group Centergy was going to make me sweat. Don’t get me wrong, I like Centergy, especially since it’s the only class I can do without hurting myself.

        I have a yearlong $60/month contract at that gym, so I’m basically committed to Group Centergy for the duration.

        What to do, though, about the other gym? I’m paying $25 a month for what was supposed to be one Zumba class a week. The drop-in rate is $10, so this is a good deal if I go at least three times a month. Except I haven’t been. I haven’t even made it once a month.

        I should cancel, shouldn’t I? I’ve been holding on, clinging to the hope that my foot will get better and I’ll be able to go 3-4 times a month. I don’t want to have to pay the registration fee and renegotiate my membership all over again. Even if I only went twice a month, I’d almost rather pay $5 more for the convenience of not having to stop at the front desk and pay each time.

        Then there’s the irony that I have a complete athletic facility at my home, and Rob has discovered a yoga teacher we both like, whom we’ve started seeing Monday nights.

        I really have no excuse for not being 15 pounds thinner. Oh yeah, except the foot thing.