TPLO Surgery and Recovery / Week 8—Great News!

I start this with absolutely fabulous news. We had our 8th week post-surgery visit with a radiograph. Bella was pronounced 90% healed and ready to resume normal activities. We have to e-a-s-e into it as she hasn't been doing anything for two months. (Food consumption has been cut as she's getting a bit pudgy with lack of exercise.) Swimming, highly recommended. Chasing balls, not very recommended, but if she is on a sit/stay at my side, I can toss it and release her when it's landed. Or, I can roll a ball to her. Oh Bella! She will be in heaven! BALLS!! She can hike. She can play with her buddies for 5 or 10 minutes.

The new rule is if she is tired and sore after limited exertion, lay off for a day or two. Administer carprofen and regroup. If she is good after limited play, I can do it the next day and up it by some matter of minutes. This is all fabulous, wonderful, extraordinary. I'd been told it was a six month process of slow, patient, structured re-introduction to exercise. And it is that. The vet said a solid six months to full healing, but Bella can move and resume most of ordinary life—and so can we.

TPLO Surgery and Recovery / Week 4

We just completed our four-week checkup and Bella came through with flying colors. Yes, she's still in the early phases of healing, but she is moving appropriately for that. Her leg is still jittery and her sits sloppy, but that is normal. The following are my questions to the vet and her answers.

Jittery Leg
The trembling is caused by Bella not putting full weight on the leg. It could also be a bit of excitement (as in going for a walk). If it is jittery while walking, that means she's tired and that means the walk is too long.

Wobbly Gait
The vet did not notice anything odd about Bella's gait. That knee is a bit larger (though it isn't swollen) than the other knee, so perhaps I am over-analyzing her movements. Vet said it should not be a concern.

Sloppy Sitting

Enjoying a Kong, post vet visit.

I am not at all perturbed about the "confirmation" aspect of Bella's sitting, but more about the stiffness and usability of her leg. When she sits, the TPLO leg is more to the outside and straighter, as if a tight bend were not comfortable. The vet said I can start correcting that by pushing her knee closer to her body. If Bella resists, she said stop the corrections. It's a bit early yet anyway, but she said it would be good to work on "sits to stands" which requires the leg to be folded near her body. I will add this to her "figure 8's" in walking where she has to weight the leg differently depending on whether she is turning to the outside or inside of the "8".

Stairs
Because Bella is long-legged, stairs are okay. We just need to watch that she doesn't race up or down them...which she does. The vet recommended holding on to her collar to keep her at a slower pace.

Walks
I asked if it was possible to give Bell two 30-minute walks daily rather than four 15-minute walks. The vet okayed that, but urged caution. She said shorter remains better for the healing. As it is, it is so hot here, that the half-hour walk is only in the morning. Bella gets a backyard pee break mid day and a short evening walk. The vet also said to keep at this pace until our eight week check up. So 20-30 minute walks R Us.

Play Time
Bella still cannot play with her buddies. She's going to be really excited in September when that ban is lifted! All in all, it's a six month healing time.

Swimming
If I can control Bell's entrance and exit from the water, the vet encouraged me to take her swimming. It's good movement without the bone stress.

Camping
We are hoping to go camping next week and got the okay to do so. Bellie cannot go mountain biking or running yet, but I can take her on her timed walks/hikes. We all need to get out of town, so this will be (hopefully) a wonderful adventure.

TPLO on the Other Leg
Those of you reading this or researching this surgery already know the statistics: 50% of dogs have the same surgery performed on their other back leg within a year. It is not from over-use of that leg during the healing process, but just plain, old genetics. I am so hoping Bella beats the odds!

TPLO Surgery and Recovery / Days 6-10

Day 6

The codeine tapering did not work initially, so I went back to giving it to Bella 3 X day, but with only five days left, tapering will begin again. I was told at the end of her prescription, I could stop cold turkey, but it seems more kind to taper it.

I looked up information on pain management for dogs (and cats) and came across many good articles. Here are two:

• Pain Management 101
• How to Tell if Your Dog is in Pain

Day 7-9

Drugs

After giving her two more days on full dose, I dropped her codeine to twice daily and it worked well. She is more alert (was that the drugs?), but not necessarily more active. By day 9 and 10, I dropped her to 1 tab a daily, divided morning and evening. She has also begun drinking plain, undoctored water on her own again. (Anesthesia? Drugs? Not sure what precipitated that dislike.)

I have taken her cone off during the day while I'm with her. I still watch her closely, but she is not as urgent about licking and is good about stopping. Her movements are more sure, though if she hurries, she doesn't use her leg. It remains essential to keep her on a leash in order to slow her down, which requires use of that back leg.

July 4th, Independence Day for Americans, has never been a good day for any of our dogs, and Bella is no exception. Of course the firecracker folks start days early and finish several days afterwards. Any explosion is miserable for her, but on the 4th proper, the bangs began around noon and lasted until 2AM the morning of the 5th. Bella was absolutely a jumble of nerves.

The vet had given me some acepromazine/25 mg (tranquilizer) to give her if necessary, recommending I begin with 1/2 pill. I was hesitant to use it in conjunction with her codeine, but I was assured it would be okay. As the evening wore on, and the explosions intensified, it became obvious that is was necessary. Bella was in full body shakes and drooling; I did not want her moving and restless all night. I chose to give her a 1/4 of a tablet, figuring she already had codeine in her system. My husband downloaded some "white noise" and with the drugs and staying in the basement with us, she was able to make it through the night. I had her cordoned off, in her cone, in a small space. I used to love the fireworks, but now with dogs and knowing how some veterans suffer through it with PTSD, I have little sympathy for the noise.

Movements

Bella has been moving around more. Getting her to the basement for the 4th of July, required taking her outside, around the house and a series of stairs: 2, 2 and 5. I was concerned for the number, though they were separated, and concerned because fear was urging her to bolt. I had to hold her with two hands on a short leash.

In the morning, letting her out of confinement--unleashed, she made a dash (really? yes, really!) for the stairs inside our house (of which there are 16). She got up about 5 when I was able to stop her, but she spun around and ran back down. I am hoping she is okay. All of those movements are big No-No's. She isn't favoring her leg any more than usual, however, which I'm taking as a good indicator.

She is much more eager on walks and really wants to range, which she isn't supposed to do yet. I feel badly in the sense that I know she's loving being outside and smelling. What I'm noticing is she is faster now, nine days post surgery than she was prior to her operation. Her leg must have really been hurting.

Day 10

This was our day of reckoning. All her drugs are finished. I let her sleep last night without her cone. This morning we saw the vet for stitch removal. The prognosis? Yahoo!! The vet thought she was doing really well; her wound looked great.

Our list of what we can now do:

1. Not wear a cone. Happy dance!
2. Up the length of walks to 15 minutes four times a day on any terrain.
3. Work on walking long figure 8's to get her to use and balance on that leg.
4. Work on stands from sitting. (She's already doing this.)

What we still cannot do:

Day 10 Coneless, stitchless and free to move about the cabin.

1. Limit stairs.
2. No playing with her dog pals.
3. No swimming.
4. No jumping.

 A pretty good list if you ask me. Bella will be really happy with the longer walks (as will I)! She has another appointment in two weeks for another checkup, but the vet said if her progress is maintaining, we can cancel it. Then in six weeks, the end of August, we go is for xrays to see how the bone is actually healing.



A foot note. Bella was given Dasquin and carprofen for her pain and joints several weeks prior to this surgery. I asked Dr. Weh, the surgical vet, about continuing them. She said the Dasquin was fine to continue, but recommended I stop the carprofen as it has been shown to interfere with bone growth (yikes!). Also, Bella's knee showed no signs of swelling (yay!), so she felt it unnecessary. So carprofen is stopped as of today, though she said if Bella seemed stiff or in discomfort, it was fine to give it to her for a day or two. I think with supervision of her activities, she should be fine.

On to the next two weeks of recovery!

Water Intoxication—No Joke

Having suffered this myself, I can genuinely say water intoxication is no joke. I passed out and ended up in the emergency room. They thought I'd had a stroke. I was completely dysfunctional—all from having drunk too much water. Drinking too much water (hyponatremia) dilutes the sodium/electrolytes in your body causing swelling of cells which can impact your brain and other organs in your body.

So when I saw this article stating the same thing is possible for dogs, I knew I needed to address it. A couple of years ago, I think Bella was close to experiencing this. We'd gone to a friend's lake place and Bella was in heaven. Not only was there water to play in, but the gathering hosted nearly 20 people—all of them more than ready to toss a ball for the B-Girl. I was watching her pretty closely and was concerned about the length of time she'd been retrieving the ball in the salt water. Her swimming had slowed down, but not her drive.

Nothing like water and a ball to make a puppy happy, but it
can be a dangerous combination if not monitored closely.

I finally called a halt to the play despite the fact that everyone thought I was over-reacting. It was a good lesson to always trust my gut instinct when it comes to my girl. I am with her more than anyone else and was aware she wouldn't stop until she collapsed. I have never seen her quite so worn out. She was definitely feeling the effects of ingesting a lot of salt water. She vomited several times and had diarrhea—both signs of water intoxication—and her coordination was slowed. Dilated pupils? I don't know. Excessive salivation? That's one of Bella's trademarks.

Luckily, she didn't succumb to water intoxication, but I can attest to how quickly I deteriorated, so I don't doubt it's as fast, or faster, with a dog. So while you have fun with your pup in the water this summer, be mindful. Don't let her stay in too long and be sure to give her plenty of breaks.

Hiking!

I bought a new day pack for myself after 20 years of using a bomb-proof school back pack. I can't throw the old pack out...it really is impervious to wear and tear...but I can't get all I need into it. The new pack is a dream (Gregory Jade 28)—light weight, nice-sized compartments, and comfortable to wear. The purchase was prompted by my desire to do more hiking alone and therefore needing to carry more things for safety. I dug out Lucy's old dog pack and with some tweaking, it fits Bella! Huzzah! She can carry her own water!

The last two weekends have been gorgeous and provided the perfect weather for an outing.

Heading to the gap above the center of a snow field.

Sniffing who was here earlier.

I've noticed hiking alone with Bella makes her far more attentive to where I am than if we are with others. I think this is because she doesn't hear me talking, so is constantly stopping and waiting for me. I love this! Good dog, Bella!

I am also aware that if I follow her route through an iffy bit of trail, she invariably picks the easiest path. A third plus is though I am directionally challenged (I never hike without a compass and map), if I'm back-tracking and come to a confusing trail intersection, I wait for her to pick "our" trail. She's never wrong. With last girl-dog, Lucy, none of this was the case—not to mention a whistling marmot was her siren song to leap into the unknown and give chase. Not Ms. Bell. She stays close and on the trail.

Bella also prefers not to drink from a bowl, but directly from the water bottle. Also a plus! One less thing to carry! She is very good at capturing the dribble and wastes little, which was great for today's hike. The trail had excellent water flow in June when I hiked it with a friend, but next to none today.

I'm hoping we can get several more hikes under our belt before we head out with a friend for a several day back-packing adventure mid-fall. It's been many years since I've "over-nighted" and want to make sure I have the stamina to carry more weight. I will continue to load the new pack until eventually moving over to my large pack carrying 35 or more pounds.

Glass and Paws

The house we are renting has a huge, fenced yard that is planted, with one exception, only around the perimeter. It doesn't make for a pretty yard, but it does make it pretty good for a game of chuck-it. There is no grass, which is not unusual here. Most yards, even those with fairly intense plantings are sand, and ours is no exception. Where people may mow their lawn at home, here people rake the sand regularly to clean up debris. I don't know how old this house is, but I think it's a fair bet to say the yard has seldom, if ever, been raked.

Waiting for the ball to move.

I haven't done much of a survey of the property beyond regular pooper-scooping and playing ball with Bella. But when she sliced open a pad on her back foot, I began to pay attention. The yard is littered with broken glass, rusted nails and wire, pieces of plastic and broken ceramic tiles. It changes each day as we drive across it or Bella runs through it. New debris surfaces regularly. Every couple of days, I'd make a circuit with a grocery bag picking up shards, nails and anything looking sharp. When Bella cut another pad, I declared war.

I found an old, rusted (what else?) rake and began raking the yard. With each small scratch of the surface, handfuls of glass appeared. It has been hugely discouraging. In five days, I have only covered a third of the yard and when I finish, I realize I'll need to begin again. And I am not the only one doing this. A good friend has come over three separate days and helped me for hours. My husband took over raking today and only did a small section. He was astounded.

I think when the house was built, the workers just threw their beer bottles into the yard. Because this is a rental, perhaps people coming through the neighborhood have recognized that the house isn't constantly occupied and have done the same. Perhaps the owners and other renters have tossed their bottles into the yard because that is culturally not an aberrant thing to do here.

But however they got here, the bottles have broken into zillions of tiny, sharp, paw-cutting, brown, green and clear pieces. Driven or walked over, the glass gets pushed into the sand. With Bella running around the yard, she's churning it back up. I'll finish raking and picking up a section only to have the light play over an area I have finished and it will sparkle with hundreds of missed shards.

My friend says I should leave all the bags for our landlord to see. I'd rather see the glass gone, but perhaps she's right. At least for now, they are a sign of progress for me. I am still hesitant to toss a ball for Bella, but feel slightly better that a very large portion of debris has been removed from part of the yard.

My poor girl. She gave little indication of what had happened. With the first slice, which was the deepest, she neither licked her paw nor limped, so I had no knowledge of what had happened to her until I spotted it. With the second slice, I knew. We cleaned her feet and applied Neosporin. She spent an unhappy day inside with her back foot wrapped up in a sock.

We haven't taken her biking in a week; tomorrow morning we'll take her on a small ride. Tomorrow afternoon, you'll find me back at raking and picking.

Puhleez!

Girls just want to have fun.

Bella has been on a long walk, a short walk, a medium length bike ride, enjoyed a moderate chuck-it session and still she says, "Puhleez! More playtime!"

Paddle Boarding with Bella

Bella is a water dog, right? I thought paddle boarding with her would be a snap—after all in the videos (see the YouTube video above), it looks so easy. A friend's dog is so addicted to paddle boarding that she has a hard time keeping him off other people's boards. The minute someone comes close to shore, her dog, Boone, hops on. I also wanted to get some practicing in before we head back to Baja this winter when I want her to be able to go out with me. I'd even looked into floats for Bella thinking if she fell off she'd be able to swim to shore if she couldn't get back on the board.

So the last time we were in the Gorge, I borrowed a friend's board to give it a try. Perhaps it was the wrong place to experiment. The Event Site in Hood River is a zoo. There are people, kids, dogs, strollers, windsurf and kite board equipment scattered everywhere, paddle boards and lawn chairs cheek and jowl to each other. Kids dropping food, people tossing balls, frisbees sailing through the air—chaos! To expect Bella to be able to pay attention is really asking a lot.

None-the-less, we were down at the water and she was game. I brought the nose of the board to the beach so she could walk onto it. Walking on proved not so easy. There were a few leaps off the board into the water—both for lack of balance and for the uncertainty of standing on a tippy surface. But my friend's board has a sticky surface, so once Bella settled in, I took off and headed out into the Columbia River.

I had paddled out perhaps 50 yards from shore when I saw the stick floating in the water. I tried to stir away from it so she wouldn't see it. Too late! Bella took a flying leap off the board to retrieve the stick; I flew off the board backwards. She returned to shore with the stick, dropped it and looked up at the nearest person to beg sweetly for a toss. I crawled back onto the board and gimped back to shore.

Lesson One was a bust. If it ever stops raining, maybe we'll get a chance at Lesson Two...

It's been a while...

Between leaving town for the reunion (very fun) and returning to "real life" (which means work for me) and a husband who is retired and wants to travel (so we do), I haven't had a moment to sit down and write.

Murray the Marvelous

So let me first introduce you to Bella's cousin, Murray. Murray is a five month old Wheaten Terrier and belongs to my brother. It's been a while since he's had a puppy (see here), so he has experienced moments of "buyers remorse." Remember puppies? Chewing, whining, peeing wonders!

Murray is a good dog though. He settles right down when he comes inside but still exhibits that wildness puppies have when they are outside. All of a sudden he gets a bee in his bonnet and tears around the yard at 1000 miles an hour. Love it!

They are currently trying to train him to an electric fence. He hasn't quite caught on yet and it's posing a problem as he is becoming timid in the yard. Hopefully, by working with him and the company that installed it, they'll figure it out. Fencing isn't an option and although their neighborhood is quiet, they live on a corner that sees a fair amount of traffic. Plus, they are only one street away from a wonderful river that has a very active pedestrian/bike path which proves visible—and very enticing—to a small dog.

Three dogs waiting for food to drop.

Bella and Molly are happy and tuckered from a long hike.

Three days after my return, we left again to join friends over July 4th. We are baby-sitting Bella's half-sister, Molly (same mom, different dads). Molly hasn't been exposed to mountain biking, so we took her on a 8.5 mile, level, shaded trail with plenty of water and a lake at the turn-around point. She did really well. Being an Aussie, she's all about staying with the pack!

Molly isn't a swimmer, but a wader. Again, as a herding dog, she felt compelled to chase Bella into the water as Bellie swam after a tossed stick, but ended up weeping until Bella returned to shore. It was fun watching the interactions between the two dogs.

We also got some hiking in with friends who have a border collie/sled dog cross. The three dogs had a fabulous time competing to see who found the best smell first. Luckily, Bella and Molly were great about staying close. They'd venture down the trail, but always turn and wait for us to reappear. The little BC cross was not so attentive. He's fairly new to his family, and this was his first time hiking. They will have to work with him to stay closer or will need to keep him leashed.

It was a wonderful weekend and it seems to have brought on official SUMMER WEATHER. Fabulous! I'm taking the girls out back to prune the espaliered apples. Lazy summer days.

Mountain Biking on the Teanaway

It's been a long, hard run up the mountain.

We spent a wonderful three days exploring the different forks of the Teanaway River this past weekend. The crowd level was almost non-existent and the weather east side of the Pass was warm and sunny. We've had such a snow pack this year and the weather has remained cooler than normal—both factors which I think may have dissuaded other campers. I'm all for it!

Our typical mode of camping (non-campground) was easy to accomplish and the spots we found were spectacular. The rivers (whatever fork we were on) were raging. Lovely noise to sleep by.

We did a ride or more a day. All of them climbed quite steeply from the valley so provided great workouts. Usually before we chose to chuck our bikes in favor of hiking (because of incline), we were stymied by snow. Bella had a blast. She hasn't had a lot of exposure to snow, so she really enjoyed the cooling aspects of snow cones, not too mention the natural ponds she found in the streams. What better place to cool her belly and have a sip?

Mountain-biking girl-dog cooling her jets!

As always, she ran many miles beyond what we biked as she would tear down to the water for a drink and back to the trail to keep up with us. Back at camp, she was game for any fetch and retrieve games with balls or sticks. She has an uncanny capability of finding  balls in the least likely spots. This trip was no exception. She found three. In one camping spot. I saw zero. Poor dog that lost them, but fair game for our girl. We left all three for the next lucky hound who frequents the spot. Perhaps a coyote?

Beyond Exhausted

Ball-catching water baby.

I think Bella is setting up a theme for the summer. I'm realizing if she doesn't set limits for herself, than I must. I haven't heard of a dog working themselves to death, but I was watching her very closely this weekend for over-exhaustion.

The weekend was wonderful. It was a true taste of summer—each day broke sunny and warm—and was quite the contrast to our year to-date. We were visiting friends at their home on a small Puget Sound island. It began with a girls' weekend: the owner, another friend, Bella and myself.

Getting there is a bit of a chore as there are few ferries and those run infrequently. The ferry that you catch takes people only, no cars. If you have your own boat, you can go at any point, but that wasn't the case for us. We had to bring not only our own suitcase, but all the food for the weekend (and there would end up being eight of us). In addition, I was schlepping Bella's bag as well Bella. The ferry requires all dogs wear a muzzle. Luckily I had one from Lucy, but because the trip was rather spontaneous, I had only a few days to work with her on it.

I came across this video that I think is truly fabulous and wish I had had more time to do this to acclimatize Bella. Fortunately for me, my Bella-girl is quite accommodating and although she tried a couple of times to rub it off, was basically nonplussed by it. This will work well for Baja next year!

When we reached the island, we unloaded all of our things to a cart which we could wheel to the car our host leaves there. It was truly wonderful to have 24 hours by ourselves before the others joined us. Girl Time! We walked around the entire island. Bella was thrilled to be able to run loose. It took her no time at all the jump into Puget Sound and paddle around! The only accident was that she took quite a chunk out of a toe on her back left paw. It didn't seem to slow her down and I felt bandaging it would be futile considering she was in and out of the water. I left it to the salt water to keep it well rinsed and always hosed her down when she came on shore again.

She also had the opportunity to ride in a motor boat. I was concerned she might try to  leap out (too much water around her inducing dive in to swim), but she stayed put. She got plenty of  "fetch time" with us, but when the six other guys arrived, she was in heaven. Eight people throwing things on the beach and in the water makes for one tired puppy!

The last day we were there, I was watching her quite closely. I could tell she was flagging at the end of the day, but if people tossed, she continued to run. One of the guys kept throwing a ball out into the water and though I was on the deck, I kept my eye on her to see if she was slowing or having trouble swimming. She was also ingesting large amounts of salt water. She didn't get sick, but I was worried she wasn't getting enough fresh water down her gullet to flush herself out.

Last night when we finally got home, Bella crashed. She no sooner got out of the car than laid down. Got up for dinner, than down again. And she couldn't see to settle—that disturbed me. She groaned frequently and wasn't able to find a comfortable position. I finally gave her a baby aspirin. I'm sure her muscles are sore and I think her toe is very tender.

Next time we're in that situation, I will moderate her activity (and her enablers!) before she gets so worn out. She has barely moved today and tomorrow, I expect more of the same. I'm sure she'll be perky by tomorrow evening and rambunctious by Wednesday, but right now she's just dog-tired.

Great Weekend

Bella joined us down at the Gorge for a wonderful weekend with friends. As far as she was concerned, with the Columbia River and a myriad of "ball tossers" at her beck and call, life couldn't be better. We got in several desert hikes to which she added a LOT of swimming and fetching, new dog buddies to play with and much more freedom to roam than she normally gets. All in all, a great time.

So it was no wonder when on our last morning we stopped to help some friends stain their deck and get their garden ready for summer, she crashed. She didn't want to be far away, but the fun of the weekend finally took its toll.

Can't get much closer, but...

...it's definitely time for a snooze!

Exhausted!

Bella just spent the past five days with her half-sister, Molly, here. The first day Molly was a bit unglued. She's been here a lot, but all dogs go through an adjustment period when their family walks out the door leaving them behind in a place that isn't their home. Molly was no exception.

Bella was initially ecstatic to have Molly here, then jealous and would worm her way between Molly and us when we were lavishing attention on her sister. After a couple of days, everyone settled into a comfortable routine.

Bella has a lot more energy than Molly although there is only a year difference in age. Additionally, Molly is overweight and lethargic by nature. However Molly, being 100% Australian Shepherd, is all about herding while Bella has her Labrador daddy's retrieving genes. Watching the two in action was great!

I'd toss the ball and off Bella would go with Molly herding her. After a couple of tosses, Molly was too tired to keep up the pace, so would wait halfway between Bella's fetch and me so she could chase just a short distance. Molly grabbed one of Bella's squeaky balls and would chase Bella, squeaking the whole way. It was very cute.

Last night I dropped Molly off at her house and when I returned with Bella, I could tell she was dog-tired! Too much fun! The sweet thing was, instead of curling up in her bed, Bella went over to the spot where Molly had slept and curled up there.

Entangled

Some of you probably remember the news article about the woman who died several years ago after being entangled in a dog lead. From what I’ve read about the original story, it is unclear just what happened, but one can surmise. The bike rider was running his two leashed Siberian Huskies alongside his bicycle when one—or both—dogs ran around the woman causing the leash to hogtie the woman. She fell, hit her head, and later died. This was a horrible—and preventable—accident. 

The story is once again circulating as the city of San Jose (where the accident occurred) just passed an ordinance mandating dogs cannot be on city trails attached to a leash longer than six feet. Those walking, jogging or bicycling with their dogs must stay to the right of the trail. To be honest, I think the new leash ordinance is great. I’m a dog owner, an avid dog walker, an avid bicycler and my husband often takes Bella on leash while he cycles city trails. I could rant along with many others about the misuse of flexi-leads, but it isn’t the flexi-lead, normal leash or the dog that’s the problem, it’s the owner.

I became acutely aware of flexi-lead “issues” with my aggressive, but beloved dog, Lucy. Nine out of ten times, I’d see someone with their dog on a flexi and the owner was oblivious to what and where their dog was in relationship to them. Too often their dog would careen towards us immediately setting off Lucy. If possible, I would turn around when I discerned a flexi-dog in action, but it wasn’t always easy to do with an amped up, 60-pound dog itching for a fight. Too often, the flexi-dog would zoom directly at us before the owner could react. I could control Lucy, but if the other dog also had issues, the owner who was 20 or 30 feet behind, had much more distance between them and their dog making their control of their dog more difficult.

Personally, I’d love to see flexi-leads permanently banned. I’m sure they have a purpose and that some people use them responsibly. But whether it’s a flexi or a regular leash, the owner is ultimately responsible for their dog’s behavior and how it affects others in the immediate environment. I know it is impossible to always anticipate what a dog may do, but it’s a goal we should all strive for. An owner that doesn’t attempt to manage their dog in all situations is going to run into trouble at some time. Blaming the “other” person doesn’t cut it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard, “I’ve never seen my dog do that before.” Well, it isn’t the dog’s fault; it’s the owner’s issue! If you are taking your dog into a crowded urban setting, control your dog. Don’t put yourself, or your dog, into a situation that could cause another person—or another animal—harm. 

Teeth and Chuck-it

I've mentioned before that I am not a photographer, nor do I know how to use the options on my camera in order to take action shots of Bella, so the pictures I share are of her lying down or standing still. I've also mentioned how obsessive she is about fetch. We have three Chuck-its: one in my car, one in the van and one in the garage and they all get a huge work out. We have several friends who regularly play tennis, so our ball supply can get "replenished" on a regular basis.

One very happy, hot and anticipatory puppy!

The shot today is of one happy puppy waiting for me to throw the ball. Notice how hot she is (long tongue) and how dirty her tongue is (lots of muddy ball retrieving!) and how happy she looks! The path to her right is what she has worn into the mud going back and forth after the ball. This path is her center path, but both sides of the alley sport a Bella-route where there once was grass.

Now, for the not so good news... Bella has knocked the tip off of one of her bottom canines. I noticed this a long time ago and assume it happened in her teething stage when it was a constant battle to keep her from eating rocks. But I was shocked yesterday to see that the two premolars behind that one had also been "tipped" and that one of her lower incisors is missing. I can't say when this happened, though I am fairly aware of her body from constant touching, examining and teeth brushing. My conclusion is that it is recent. My horror that it has happened is compounded by the fact that she is not yet two! Did this come from playing fetch or chewing on bones?

The dilemma now is how to manage her desire to play ball and chewchewchew with the care of her teeth which she will need for many, many more years. One thing is for certain, she'll be playing no fetch with anything hard!

Busy Week, Odds and Ends

Not much happening dog-wise, but because of the beeline to Christmas, my life has been overly busy. Luckily my husband is able to occupy Bella during the day while I work. He's taken her biking on urban trails a couple of times this past week. One of the locations was around a local lake—big learning lesson for him. Bella is completely overwhelmed in new situations. It takes a while for her to remember her manners and recompose herself into a well-trained dog. Plus, anything to do with water (right up there with balls) sends her over the top. When they got home, my husband complained how much she was pulling on her leash.

Whereas my walks with Lucy were limited because of proximity to other dogs, my walks with Bella are limited to little or no water view. She just can't control her excitement and weeps and weeps. What I've found is a little bit of time by a lake is good training for us both. For me, it requires leash work and consistency. For Bella, it's a good reminder that she's still attached! If it isn't too cold, I'll let her swim or we'll play fetch with a stick, but this isn't always possible.

I'm going to make some dog biscuits today. Instead of buying all five of the family dogs Christmas treats, I thought I'd try my hand at baking them something. Much better, I think, with knowing the ingredients in the homemade cookies than the junk in some of the things you buy. I searched the web for recipes and will try the first one today.

I Love My Puppy

Sometimes I'm just overwhelmed how much I love Bella. She's not "perfect," but she's close to that in my book. For 11 years I was on "high alert" for any loose dogs while walking Lucy. My walks were limited by safe routes where I knew there probably wasn't going to be an issue. I couldn't go hiking with new friends who had dogs she hadn't met, yet I didn't feel I could not take her, so I wouldn't go.

After 16 months of living with Bella, a loose dog still puts me en garde—unfortunately! I am getting better about squelching that reaction and can imagine how hard it is for returning soldiers to stifle the knee-jerk reaction to loud bangs. Yesterday, Shari and Amber joined us on a couple of fun treks. There were loose dogs and barking, fenced dogs. Bella was oblivious to them. No reaction. She's diffused a stiff-legged, hackles-up Akita and enticed an unneutered, full-of-himself pit bull to play.

Bella is teaching me to relax. I feel like my years of vigilance with Lucy are being rewarded with smart, funny, friendly Bella.

Grueling Hike, Lovely Weather

Bella chasing Amber to the pond.

Yesterday was the first nice day in eons—sunny and warm. My friend, Shari, and I decided to go hiking. Shari hikes a lot and knows many wonderful places, so I never question where we're going. After this hike, I might be more conscientious of where we're heading! We were particularly lucky with the weather as we'd planned this hike several weeks ago. The weekends up to this one have had awful weather. Today is typical—it's been raining off and on since this morning.

Shari had done this hike many years ago and remembered it as being tough, but beautiful. We both agreed there were beautiful parts (like this meadow for the dogs to romp in), but very steep and hard—too strenuous for us to want to do it again. There was lots of standing water on the trail which meant mud—lots of mud. The trail was uneven, with irregular, slippery roots and large rocks of high-stepping proportions. Many times we had to hold on to roots to make it up the trail. My friend was kind enough to lend me one of her trekking poles to help with stability. With all the stream crossings on slippery boulders, they came in very handy.

Many small rivulets followed or crossed our trail and occasionally there were even some small ponds, so the dogs had a great time. Plenty to drink and plenty of water to play in. Amber is not a swimmer, but loves bobbing for sunken sticks. Bella enjoyed everything, so she was in and out of the water, trying to get Amber to engage. Amber is almost 8 years old, so although interested for a minute or two, she wasn't really willing to play. The picture is not so much game of chase as it is Bella running after her buddy.

The only really level area of any size was this gorgeous meadow. The meadow had a bank of very small huckleberry bushes that had changed color, so with the sun shining behind them, it was spectacular. Better yet, there were ripe, sweet berries!

And of course like any dog, Bella probably did a 1/4 to a 1/3 more miles than our seven because of all the back-and-forthing on the trail. In the meadow, she met another young dog whose owner was kind enough to wait (and pick berries with us) while the dogs played.

Bella has not moved much today and seems very content to nap through this rainy day.

A Mini Vacation

We no sooner returned from our last trip, (having cleaned ourselves, laundry and van), before turning around and setting out again. Each fall we do an bicycling trip with two other couples. Normally we go later in September, but extenuating circumstances required a Labor Day excursion.

We visited one of our favorite stomping grounds: central Oregon. The mountain biking was par excellence! Smooth, wonderful, just-technical-enough-to-be-exciting trails. Bella, of course, was ecstatic. Not only did she get to camp again, but with her paw improved—run again. By the end of the week, however, a bit of a limp reappeared, so we limited her to hiking. She wasn't quiet as keen on that, but to be in the woods was enough to assuage her need for speed with my husband.

The days were cool—mid 60s—and the nights cold—down to freezing. This makes for a frisky puppy! Lucky Bella! She had four extra people to throw sticks, her ball, and scratch her favorite spots. My husband worked with her on barking. She doesn't do this with anyone but him, but when he stops riding (to wait for me) and then starts up, her excitement is exhibited in obnoxious barking. He finally got her down to a few woofs versus a several minute chorus.

The posted picture is blurry, I know, but still I love it.

Great Multi-State Vacation

...or perhaps, Bella's Big Adventure, would be a more appropriate title. This is the first major trip she's been on and it included seven states and miles of mountain biking over three weeks. Now that she is a year old, we felt comfortable taking her on rides longer than a couple of miles. She loved it! Running, swimming, snorting—she got to do it all!

Luckily this has been a rainy year, so there was an abundant water supply on nearly every trail. Although we always carried water for her, we rarely dipped into it. To top it off, because of our elevation—almost always above 7,000 feet and usually around 9,000—the wild flowers were extraordinary. I have never seen so many varieties blooming simultaneously.

We had a a couple close encounters with the wild life, but luckily they were benign. We had a female moose run across a trail in front of us. What a hair raiser! Bella either didn't see her, or didn't react, thank heavens! But the moose saw us and immediately turned back into the woods. Luckily she didn't have a calf with her or I think her reaction would have been different. Cattle were the other issue.

Many of the trails were cattle stomping grounds. We were constantly having to avoid them. This gave me the most concern as they were about as plentiful as the wild flowers. Initially Bella ignored them, but eventually became more curious and would run closer to them. This was compounded by the fact that when this happened, she also didn't respond when we said, "Come!" This could have been disastrous. Luckily, Bella was wary enough and we were able to bribe her with treats (glad I had them in my camelback!) to lure her back. You better believe reworking that command is on the top of my agenda!

The three of us in a van was a bit tight, but we all seemed to find our space and keep to it. Now that we're home, the luxury of space is fantastic. The van is cleaned out—a two day process—and is ready for the next trip...and so is Bella!