It's All About the Chompers

We're a couple of days post surgery and teeth cleaning. Her teeth were pretty clean from daily attempts at brushing, but they are a bit more sparkly. (I don't think I can justify calling it actual brushing because I don't do a very thorough job.) The front, lower incisor has been removed and that particular part of the ordeal took a little less than a half hour The good news is after taking x-rays of the rest of her teeth, my vet felt the lower canine, premolar and molar were still okay (no pulp exposed) and therefore a root canal or more invasive surgery elsewhere in Bella's mouth was unnecessary.  Woohoo!

Bella is taking two drugs for four days:

• Clindamycin (150 mg) every twelve hours (antibiotic)
• Carprofen (100 mg) every 24 hours (anti-inflammatory)

She was pretty woozy the first night and not quite up to snuff yesterday. Today, we both agree, she's still a bit subdued and I think that's from the drugs. She's also pretty plugged up, poor girl.

She's to be on soft food for a week, so I've cooked up some burger, brown rice, pureed pumpkin and wheat bran for her. She thinks it's pretty darn good! We're getting around the morning "Go Find" by substituting Pup-peronis for biscuits. Our morning routine is to get my morning coffee, I hide, Bella has to find me, my husband delivers the caffeine. Upon discovery of me (hard to find clever spots to hide in a small house), he takes Bella outside for a series of tricks and then she gets a biscuit. BIG excitement. Because of the soft food requirement, the biscuit is a no go...hence, Pup-peronis to the rescue!

The tough part is no toys. No toys?!? Bella is a professional chewer! Life without toys to chew up is like no life at all. We were going to dog-sit her half sister, Molly, this weekend, but were advised against it as the two dogs play hard and Bella always chews on sweet Molly's ruff. So I'm not too disturbed if the drugs are slowing Bella down. It's keeping her from being completely bored out of her gourd.

It good be worse. Bella's best friend, Amber, has just gone through a second bout of leg surgery (torn ligament) and has to be crated for eight weeks. I can't imagine keeping a dog sequestered for that long. Even Lucy was able to move around fairly soon after her back surgery even though longer trips (up and down stairs or hills) were limited for several months. We're going to bring a frozen, stuffed Kong over to Amber's. What are doggie friends for, eh?

Oh the Teeth!

I mentioned my concern regarding Bella's topped teeth here. And as in all good serendipity, this concern was recently followed by a couple of articles by a local vet in our paper. One was on appropriate chew toys and the other on teeth cleaning. They both just served to focus my attention.

With Lucy, our last dog, I learned through adversity, that teeth cleaning was important. She never had teeth problems, but she had a horrible time with the anesthesia and/or other drugs they gave her during the procedure. She'd stagger around the house crying for hours after the surgery. It was awful. I vowed to be more diligent about this area of doggie maintenance with my next dog. Enter Bella, stage left. I brush her teeth about 5-6 days out of the week. I've never been able to do a very thorough job and noticed some tartar (?) or plaque (?) build up despite my diligence, but it was also how I discovered her "tipped" teeth.

As far as toys go, Bella is a Supreme Chewer. I am one the PetsMart Faithfuls. Every couple of weeks I'm there stocking up on new chew toys. I haven't given her rawhide as I've heard it isn't very digestible. Bones are from the local organic store and thought those would be okay. Nope. No more bones. I recently learned that ice cubes are also on the doggie hit list. (Bella rushes to the refrigerator when the freezer door opens in hopes a cube is in her future. We shall substitute those silly baby carrots instead—organic, of course).

Tennis balls? Those are what she lives for. Scratch! I guess too much dirt stays in the fuzz and can erode their teeth. Back to Petsmart for those stupidly expensive, non-fuzzy Chuck-it balls. After just a short amount of chucking, I must admit to liking them though. They are much more "lively" than a tennis ball and as long as it is round, rolls and bounces, Bella is happy. Hopefully I won't lose one in the bushes!  And price? Well, even though they are expensive, they are a lot cheaper than doggie dental surgery!

I had stopped by the vet's office to pick up more tooth brushes and paste and my vet urged me to come in for a quick exam. In a brief look around Bella's mouth, she said that Bella's broken off incisor showed exposed root and needed to be removed. She also feared the root could be exposed on the tipped canine, but was uncertain about the premolar and molar and would check all three of those when Bella goes in next week for a cleaning and extraction. (If you're curious, here is a series of good pictures on dogs' teeth.)

The vet went on to say that hopefully all Bella needed on the canine was a root canal and not an extraction as that was an "extremely invasive surgery." Please interject an expletive from me here. Here I was hoping all was well and now find myself hoping for a root canal for my sweet girl?

The initial clean and extraction is next week. I'm uncertain when Part II (root canal) will take place. Keep your fingers crossed for Bella!

Learning the Distant Drop

We're signed up for dog classes again. This time it is Intermediate Obedience through Seattle Agility. This particular class fine tunes some of the basics and introduces some new training. In general, I like taking classes. I'm not a trainer and feel the refresher is good for me and my dog. What I've found to be true for myself and friends is we tend to slide in our training once a class is completed. In other words, we get lazy about working with our dogs.

One of the things we'll be working on in this class is "Drop (and stay)!" from a distance. It's impressive to see in action, but more importantly, it could save your dog's life. Because we spend a lot of time mountain biking where Bella, by necessity, is off leash, it is imperative she responds to verbal commands at a distance. The example that is most often given, is that your dog is across the street from you (we won't go into what is the dog doing off leash over there...). You can't call him as a car is coming, but he's trotting back your way. What do you do? Shout, "DROP!" The dog plops down and stays there until the car goes by and it is safe to release him and call him to you.

The instructor is instructing us on how to teach our dogs to target a plate. This is fun and a great use of targeting. Let's assume you've already taught your dog to drop with the hand signal (looks like raising your hand in class to ask a question) at close range.

Place your dog at a slight distance from you. Position the plate at your toes. Make a big deal about placing yummy treats on the plate so the dog is E-A-G-E-R. Don't call you dog to you (you don't want to use "Come" in this instance), but say her name or "OK!" The dog will rush to the plate and gobble up the treats and then look up at you for more. Bingo! Say "Drop!" and give the hand signal. When your dog drops, load a few more treats on the plate. (I'm using a yogurt lid as a plate.)

Once that is perfected, move further away from the treat-loaded plate with your dog at a distance on the other side of it. Go through the same steps. When your dog drops, run up to the plate and drop a few more yummies down. Keep working the distance between the dog and the plate, and the plate and you until you have 100% compliance. At that point you can start fade the plate and start cutting back on the treats.

This is one of those exercises that bears regular practice and repetition. Hopefully you'll never have to use it, but if you do, you want it to work perfectly!

Be the Change—Finding Homes for Older Dogs

Three of my friends have adopted older dogs. They did it a bit for the dog (older dogs having a more difficult time finding a home), but mostly for their own joy. An older dog is mellow (but still active), has manners (yet is still trainable), does not need the constant supervision and stimulus that a young dog needs (but is alert and engaged). One adopted a 5-year old border collie cross, another an 8-year old lab and another a 9-year old lab-rottweiler cross. All three are wonderful dogs: attentive, engaged and endearing.

I've recently learned about a local shelter in our area called OldDog Haven. This is an organization made up of caring individuals who foster senior dogs (8-years old or older). It's non-profit, so they are ever in need of donations (both money and goods) and foster homes with the ultimate goal of placement. Older dogs have a very, very slim chance at adoption via a shelter where the atmosphere is, at a minimum, unnerving for them, while vying for attention against puppies and much younger dogs. Most people don't go to a shelter thinking, "Let's get an old dog that won't live much longer and may need lots of medical attention."

Happy Birthday favorite girl dog!

OldDog Haven has acquired dogs because the owners have passed away, or moved away, may have financial issues that preclude carrying for an elderly pet or unfortunately, some just don't want to deal with older dog issues. This is a great organization. If you—or someone you know—can help financially, by providing a foster or permanent home for a dog, or can contribute to their wish list, know that you are giving some lovely old hound a new lease on life.

Meanwhile, in the backyard…
Bella is two today! She has had several good walks, a rousing game of Chuck-It and is now savoring a rib bone. That's my girl!

Contentment

"I'll always be here for you."

About a year ago my nephew went through a pretty nasty period of emotional upheaval. On his road to healing, he stayed with us for a while and we were happy to be able to offer whatever solace we could. Bella did her part, doing what all good dogs do. She helped with his healing by being present.

Now, passing through again and starting a new, happier phase in his life, our nephew joined us for an evening. Bella recognized him immediately and stuck with him nearly the entire 8 hours he was with us. When he started towards the bed, Bella beat him to it.

Although a rather blurry phone shot, this is how Bella works her magic.

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. 

Local Community Takes Action

The local area in Baja Sur where dogs have been poisoned eating sea creatures is taking action. This just posted on their local bulletin board:

Beach Clean Up for the Dogs!
Hurry, you can still make it here for 8 am. 

Over the past two weeks there have been over 20 deaths in La Ventana pets from eating slugs on the beach that sometimes lay in seaweed. After ingestion, dogs will die after 15 to 20 min. 

Please help us in a beach clean up today. We are meeting at Playa Central and ask you to bring a rake and trash bags. 

Beach Clean Up for the dogs begins at 8 am, lead by Britney & Vivien, who have recently lost very special pets. We will appreciate your participation, see you here. 

Update on Dog Poisonings in Baja

I just received this update via email. I spoke about my concern with dog poisoning in Baja here and here. Below is the latest news:

Update on poisoning of dogs

As previously reported there have been fatalities in dogs this season in the El Sargento / La Ventana area. It was suspected that the dogs had ingested a poisonous substance. Based on  presenting signs and the progression of those signs a substance called tetrodotoxin which is commonly found in puffer fish was suggested. The problem was that no one had seen their dog chewing on a puffer fish. A new event has now occurred in the last 48 hours which seems to elucidate the problem more clearly. A group of 6 young dogs were taken to the beach around 7:00 AM. The person that was with them observed them chewing on dead sea slugs that had washed up on the beach recently following several days of high wind and waves.  The slugs were taken away from the dogs, their mouths rinsed with sea water and all the dogs were removed from the beach. Approximately 3 hours later all the dogs but one were showing signs of toxicity (salivation, vomiting, diarrhea, intense abdominal pain). All the dogs were taken to a veterinarian in La Paz. At this time 4 of the dogs have died, one is still being treated and one showed only very mild signs and is doing well.

An internet search reveals that sea slugs can sometimes have very high levels of tetrodotoxin in their skin (the same toxin is present in puffer fish and a number of other marine animals) and there are known cases of fatality in dogs from sea slug exposure in other parts of the world.

The toxin is very potent that even small amounts can be fatal. Dogs should not be allowed to chew on any marine animals on the beach.

More information can be found in the following link.

It just goes back to the same old rule that you have to watch your dog closely and monitor what is in their mouth. Easier said then done. Lots of people bring their dogs down and only a fraction of them lose them to this horrible death. None-the-less, Ms. Inmymouthfasterthanaspeedingbullet will not have off leash access on the beach!

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!

Too Clever

I ran across this video posted in Patricia McConnell's wonderful blog, The Other End of the Leash. I couldn't find the clever person who made the video, but they deserve a standing ovation. I was laughing so hard that Bella grew concerned and started nosing me!

Two dogs dining in a busy restaurant

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Thanks Patricia for pointing it out!

Gorgeous Weekend

Although the temperature never rose about 50 degrees, it was sunny and the earth smelled like spring. The crocuses made it through the freeze and snow of the previous week and were so cheery showing their bright little blossoms among the tulip leaves.

I took the opportunity to edge the gardens in back. I could use power tools, but I prefer slow, methodical hand-trimming as I am "up close and personal" with the ground. It took two days to do as the arthritis in my hand was letting me know hand-trimming ain't for sissies. Still, it was wonderful to see how the gardens had fared.

Bella, never missing the opportunity of a captive audience, immediately went for her tennis ball and demanded a game of fetch. Another fun harbinger of spring: I work in the yard and throw the ball, she chases and retrieves. I think this is called a symbiotic relationship!

What Books About Dogs Do You Love?

One of the first books I recall reading about dogs was The Poky Little Puppy. I don't remember the story, but I definitely remember the illustrations. I am uncertain why I remember this book—perhaps it was only because of the pictures, but I'm sure I read it at a time when I began to understood a dog's position in my life—integral.

When I was a child it was discovered that I had skin allergies. I was allergic to many things including dog dander. My mother made a strategic choice: she felt it was better I learn to live and care for animals, than be itch-free. My guess is my mother couldn't live without a dog, but I have never thought her decision wrong. Each new dog that entered our family was greeted and treated as a loved family member. For a short period, my allergies would flair until I became used to that particular dog. They couldn't lick me, I couldn't brush or bathe them as that much contact with fur set my skin off. Still, it was a small price to pay. Bella is the first dog I've allowed to lick my hands (my most reactive spot). Nothing a good, immediate hand wash can't cure!

So along with loving dogs and having at least one in my immediate circle for all but a few years of my nearly six decades, I have enjoyed reading about dogs. Not unusual. There are many training manuals that I've appreciated and used for years, but the novel, now that's a book that speaks to the heart! So what books stand out?

• A Dog's Purpose—a story from a dog's perspective about experiencing several life times.
• The Hidden Life of Dogs—a study of what dogs do.
• Marley & Me—sweet and silly, read in a day to my husband when he was ill.
• Merle's Door—the relationship between a man and his dog.
• Old Yeller—the original break down and sob story.
• The Other End of the Leash—understanding canine communication.
• Pack of Two—a wonderful story about the healing powers of a dog.
• Racing in the Rain—a wonderful story from the dog's point of view.
• Three Among Wolves—a couple and their dog who live a year in the wild studying wolves.

The thing I hate about lists is knowing I've left something out. I'm sure there are many I've forgotten. These are the ones that came to me on first flush. So what books about dogs do you love?

What's in a Name?

I've been asked many times why I named my blog Peas & Beans when it is about a dog. Good question! I had actually started a gardening blog sometime in 2006 with this name. I was curious about blogging and wanted to give it a shot, but was not very diligent about writing.

However, in 2007, our previous dog started exhibiting symptoms of going lame. In our quest to discover what was happening to her, we learned she was a candidate for back surgery. Although I could find information about the surgery itself, I couldn't find much about caring for her afterward. Thus Peas & Beans the gardening blog, became a dog blog. I knew I wasn't the only one with dog going through this and thought our tale might help them deal with a similar situation. I deleted all the gardening posts and began writing Lucy's story. I saw little reason to change the title as I am also an avid gardener and much of the dog's time is spent in the yard with me while I garden. (Not to mention all of my dogs have eaten more of my blueberries than I have!)

So there you have it! A rather half-baked (did I mention I am an ardent bread baker also?), gardening blog morphs into a dog's story!

Routines

With my husband gone this month, Bella and I have established our own routine. She still wants breakfast at the crack of dawn and on a weekend I stumble around fixing it before I shower or return to bed. As much as I may grumble, I actually like getting up early. It allows me a long, slow awakening before having to be fully functional.

Waiting for food; the drool is just starting.

I'll start water for coffee and while the coffee steeps (French press), it's Biscuit Time. There are several steps involved here. First, she needs to ring the bells hanging from the door knob in order to go outside. Once outside, we go through a series of tricks in which a biscuit is sometimes awarded after each trick or may not appear until the very end. The tricks are pretty standard: wave, weave (between the legs) and down plus waiting to eat the biscuit(s) between her front paws. Sometimes I'll mix in stay, come, front, heel, but it depends on the weather and how functional I am considering I still haven't had my coffee!

Post breakfast is a long walk, rain or shine. If it's a work day, her day is confined to the kitchen with a deliciously packed, frozen Kong. She's familiar with this routine, and trots over to her kitchen bed in anticipation. I'd love to give her the run of the house, but we use an alarm system (after our awful break-in) and a loose dog and the alarm don't mix. If it's a free day, anything goes. I often work from home and she's content to snooze or play with her toys, but is happiest when I work in the yard or better yet, go hiking!

Later in the day sees another walk and a chuck-it session. The latter is the highlight of her day and if we have the time, she might have more than a single session. She's worn grooves in the alley dirt from all her retrieving! The number of lost balls in neighbors bushes will one day be a great archaeological find. Each wind storm spits out a ball or two that's an absolute lottery win! Unfortunately, as my aim is not always spot on, there are still many hidden in the laurels.

Dinner is followed by cocktail ball time, chewing on any and all toys, cuddling up while I read. This is a lovely time and I've grown to really love the quietness and togetherness of this. If I'm on the ground, she'll lay as close as possible with her head and paws on me. If I'm in a chair, she's at my feet. Such pals—I love it.

Scratching Up Dirt

No other dogs I've had have done this behavior. None of the dogs we had growing up did this and none of the dogs I've had as an adult...until Bella. Nearly every time she eliminates, she'll walk a pace or two forward and scratch up the earth. Why?

Initially my guess was to cover the spot where she'd gone. Yet I had seen a program on dogs and part of it covered (no pun intended) their urination habits. The one bit I remember most distinctly was about a little Jack Russell, who in his attempt to pee higher up the post (proving he was the BIG dog on campus), would stand on his front legs and hold his entire back end in the air while he peed. Now there's a dog with attitude!

It also occurred to me that cats rub against you not as a sign of affection, but to rub their scent on you. So perhaps dogs scratch up the earth to spread their scent and make a bigger spot designating "their territory."

Ah! The beauty of the search engine! I Googled it and found out I was correct. From the Purina One site, I found this answer:

The scratching behavior after elimination appears to be a marking behavior. Dogs have scent glands on their feet and not only will they leave a scent mark, but they also leave a visual mark when they engage in this behavior.

Dr. Horwitz, Veterinarian

Did she learn it from her mother? Her sister doesn't do it. Was it something her father did? In other words, is it inherited or learned or individual preference? From the little I've looked into it the behavior seems to be instinctual and elicited by the smell of other unknown dogs. (I will have to watch and see if she does this when she's with her buddies.)

All the other links said basically the same thing. Perhaps I could rent out Bella as an organic lawn thatcher, but then she'd have to drink an awful lot of water first!

Follow-Up on Poisoning of Dogs in Baja Community

There is a daily email message board service for those connected with the Baja community where I stayed. It's general news regarding some restaurant menus, free concerts or art fairs, lost and found, things for sale, etc. Usually the news is a collection of odds and ends submitted by the readers and local businesses, but occasionally something really important comes through. That was the case today. There was a short article about the recent rash of dog poisonings.

For those of you who read this blog, you are aware that this was a concern of mine and one of my reason for not bringing Bella on this trip. While I was down there, I asked people what they knew about the poisonings and received very vague responses—"Well, I heard..." So was it an issue or not?

Most people who brought their dogs, even if leashed elsewhere, let them run loose on the beach figuring it was a "contained" space and therefore safe. I can't tell you the number of dogs I saw eating dead fish and fish skeletons. I was pretty surprised at this. From living in the Northwest, I am aware that a dead salmon can be highly toxic to a dog if eaten. My sister-in-law nearly lost her border collie under these circumstances. Plus, I don't know—are fish skeletons safe? The fish were big, therefore so where the bones, but does this make them less risky?

I've posted the story from the email below. It seems that the dogs may have consumed dead puffer fish. They refer to this website for the bulk of their information. The toxicity from puffer fish is devastating: paralysis, respiratory failure, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and death. Bottom line—don't let you dog eat things if you don't know how it will effect him or her!

Dog Deaths/Poisonings Locally

There have been several "mysterious" deaths/poisonings of dogs this year in the La Ventana/El Sargento area. Initially, there was much talk of these being intentional; a sinister thought in what we know as paradise.  A recent case was caught early, the dog's symptoms closely observed, and with supportive care seems to be on the route to survival, although is not "out of the cactuses" yet.  The "parents" however may not survive after being up 24/7 for 5 days trying to keep the dog sedated, restained with IVs, cleaning up vomit, bloody diarrhea and urine. 

The good news coming from 5 days of intensive care and observation is that the toxidrome appears to be that of puffer fish poisoning and is unlikely to be malicious.  The bad news is that these toxic puffer fish are dead in masses on the beach, an unfortunate bicatch casualty from the shrimp boats, now making unsuspecting dogs part of the environmental shrimping disaster.   

It is most prudent therefore to keep your pets close by and closely observed whether near the beach or in the desert. A local [individual] states that the farmers use the livers of puffer fish as a cheap poison for pest control. 

She's Home

My girl is home. Bella and I are back together. I can't tell you how happy I am. My sister-in-law and her family took beautiful care of her and I was a bit concerned Bella would say "Ixnay" to me when I went to take her home. The door greeting was wonderful. Lots of through the legs, circling, whining...when I sat, ear-licking (she's doing this, not me!), smelling and cuddling. I couldn't be happier. When I sat down, she laid down at my feet watching me. This, after being able to get on couches and beds, playing with her sister and her favorite 15-year old. I feel honored.

She's been home two days and is sticking by my side. I'm so in love.

Baja Dogs

I need to take pictures, but never seem to have my camera when I want it. The dogs here are interesting. Every once and a while you see a purebred, but my guess is it belongs to a gringo. Most of the dogs are short-furred, with upright tails and pointy snouts. All have fleas. None are overweight, though some are quite skinny. The legs tend to be shorter than looks normal for the length of the body, so one wonders. Who has the dachshund that added this character trait?

The male dogs are not castrated. It isn't part of the local, dog-owning mentality and is no different than the consciousness I recall in the U.S. in the '50s. Female puppies, supposedly, are not desired. People feel they do not make good guard dogs. Although almost all homes have wire fences to keep out whomever or whatever, not all dogs are fenced. In fact, very few seem to be confined.

Like male puppies, no one would pay to spay the females. As females mean more puppies (because none of the males are neutered and most dogs run loose), no one wants them. The end result is many female pups are dumped in the arroyos to die. Problem of puppy proliferation solved.

It's ghastly. In the weeks that I've been here, I can't tell you how many gringas have been toting around a female pup to see if any other foreigner would like to bring one home. I've been sorely tempted, because some of the pups are adorable...and what puppy isn't? But of course, that can't happen. We just don't have space for more than one dog. None-the-less, it's great that some dedicated people who live here over several months of the year are making the effort to re-home them. There is a resort/shop called Baja Joe's that has set up a connection between  people willing to foster and puppies. They advertise via an internet forum and local grape vine. They want Canadians and Americans to get the dog out of here, because staying isn't an option.

Love your pup today. Let her know how lucky she is to be living with you.

Raw or Home-Cooked?

There is a woman staying at this location with us who is a big advocate of the BARF diet. She has had several Rottweilers who have had skin or intestinal issues and she believes this type of diet has cured them. I know with Lucy, who barely and rarely ate, the home-cooked cancer diet was a winner.

I've been curious about this particular food, but is it necessary? Would I be diligent about making it day in and day out? Would I be able to supply both the variety and required nutrition? Is really good commercial food really that bad? My vet recommends rotating through different commercial products to keep the dog not only interested, but to make available different nutrients in each product.

So I was pleasantly surprised when I was browsing links today to come across the pros and cons of this very topic. It certainly didn't answer any questions and the topic seems as controversial as ever. For the time being, Bella will remain on a variety of commercial foods. But perhaps I can offer occasional raw or home-cooked treats...

Weigh in with your thoughts. What and how do you feed your dog?

The Pet Blogger Challenge

I am sitting in the shade on a patio on the Sea of Cortez looking at the computer. That sounds pretty pathetic now that I write it. Why aren't I swimming or paddling? For Pete's sake, woman! It's January and you're in Baja on vacation! Well, at this hour, mid-afternoon, my poor little northern latitudes body can't take any more of that solar heat. In meandering around the computer, I found a link about the Pet Bloggers Challenge 2011 and decided to take it. Below are the questions; my answers are in red.


1. When did you begin your blog? July 2007.

2. What was your original purpose for starting a blog? My dog, Lucy, had a herniated disk and could barely walk. I was unable to find information on the 'net regarding care for a dog post-surgery and decided I would blog about it to help any other pet owners who might be going through a similar situation.

3. Is your current purpose the same? No. If not, what’s different? Lucy has passed on and now I'm blogging about my present, wonderful pup (now a bonified dog), Bella. If so, how do you feel you’ve met your goals? My goal is to write about living with a dog. I want readers to learn what an owner goes through with training an animal that isn't going to compete, but must be socially acceptable in a variety of situations. I hope to clearly relate what training methods I use and whether the methods (and the owner!) are effective. In addition, I want to let readers know what it is like traveling around the United States with a large dog in a small van packed with two people and a lot of toys.

4. Do you blog on a schedule or as the spirit moves you? I blog when I am in the mood. Do you worry about… well, whatever you might worry about (e.g. losing traffic, losing momentum)? Yes, if I have not written for a while, I am concerned about losing traffic, but since my traffic is so small, what's there to lose? Hence, I am blogging while on vacation and...sigh...dogless.

5. Are you generating income from your blog? No. If not currently, do you hope to in the future — and how? Generating income always has appeal. Will I go that route? I doubt it.

6. What do you like most about blogging in general and your blog in particular (bragging is good!)? I like writing. I like the effort it takes to make a story effective. I think my blog gives a true view of what an ordinary person (not a trainer, nor a person interested in canine competition) goes through trying to live, travel and expose a dog to an enormous variety of situations.

7. What do you like least? I wish I had certifiable traffic and feed back, a real following.

8. How do you see your blog changing/growing in 2011? Writing has always been an interest of mine. Dogs have always been significant in my life. I hope my writing improves and that this blog generates a following.

Take the challenge! What's your reason for blogging about your dog(s)? 

Tough Choice

I had a chance for an extended trip down the Baja peninsula and grabbed it, but not without first agonizing about Bella. I am driving down and flying back and didn't want to fly her. She could have come back later in a car, but no one can take the same care of your pup as you, so that was also out. Also, many of the locals put out poison for the rats and feral cats and dogs. Bella would scoop up some tasty, laced morsel and swallow it faster than I could yell, "Out!" I'd be a wreck watching her 24/7 which of course is impossible to do. What about when I'm biking in a group, taking a yoga class, attempting stand-up paddle boarding? Nope. I just didn't see a way to make it work.

So as I type this in San Diego, I am going through serious Bella-withdrawal. She's staying with in-laws and her sister from a previous litter and her favorite 15-year old boy. The family called this morning to say she is terrified of fire crackers. I guess they took the two dogs down to their dock to light off fire crackers on New Year's Eve. Bella has never showed fear of the "pop," but she also has never been so closely exposed. She spent the night in my sister-in-law's lap...all 60 pounds of dog...and the rest of night quivering in their bathroom. My heart breaks for her. I would not have taken her so close to the action right away, but would have started her in the back yard to gauge her reaction. But I wasn't there, I was in the Angeles National Forest. My girl. Well, the dye is set. Fourth of July isn't in her/our cards.

My nephew, at whose house I'm staying, has two large German Shepherds. I'm getting my dog fix, if not MY dog fix. My fingers are crossed she remains safe over the next several weeks. I know she is happy where she is, but still I worry. What a complicated decision it was to leave!

Christmas

Can this go on forever?

Bella had a wonderful Christmas. Tons of people, her dog sister, chews, toys, wrapping paper and commotion. Oh!—and did I mention the option to lick fingers greasy with turkey juice? Her tail never stopped wagging until she got home and collapsed on her bed. She slept solidly until 6:30AM. Unheard of!

New Buddy Has Med Problems Too!

My friend was disappointed to learn her new little buddy, Boone, has chronic superficial keratitis. I guess this is a life-long issue, but treatable. She noticed both of his eyes were a little milky and was concerned it might be cataracts. Her vet had a pharmacist mix up a 2% cyclosporin solution which is a transplant rejection medication  proven to be useful for this condition.  She said it takes 48 hours to prepare. Hope the little guy takes his daily meds well.

On our home front, Bella's raw red nose is glistening with Neosporin.

Demodectic Mange

In the picture, you can see her pink nose where the vet
scraped it for a skin sample. Above her eye, in the top
of the picture is a small white patch. This is the
remains of the infection.

Shortly after Bella's experience at the doggie day care I noticed a spot on her head in front of her right ear with three tiny scabs. Because she often bashes through bushes in search of her tennis ball, I attributed the scratches to a tangle with blackberries. However, a week later, I noticed the three tiny spots had coalesced into one big spot and she was losing fur in the area. I am uncertain if she sustained the wound playing at day care or sticking her head in brambles. A few days later, the spot—and fur loss—was even greater. There was also a barely discernible little white patch on top of her muzzle.

I took her to the vet who gave me an antibiotic ointment to clear up the spot by her ear. After ten days, the spot looked better, but was by no means healed. Ten more days of the cream, Entederm, finally seemed to get a handle on it. However, the spot on her nose became more noticeable and there was increasing fur loss there also. The little white patch, though not very big was more prominent and now looked like gray, scaly skin.

Back to the vet. Today's diagnosis is demodectic mange. Non-contagious and usually something you only see on puppies. In fact, my vet said most dogs have these mites on them at all times, but their immune systems keep them in check. Could Bella's system have been compromised because of the infection by her ear? Possibly. My vet felt it was not connected to the day care, merely coincidental.

She suggested putting a little dab of non-cortisonal neosporin on her muzzle twice a day until it clears. I'm hoping while she is with her sister, my in-laws will keep up the care. I hate to leave town with any medical issues, however slight, on the plate.

Electrocution from Light Pole

This article appeared in the paper a couple of weeks ago and naturally has urban dog owners on edge. Walking in the city, a woman's dog was electrocuted by "contact voltage" when it passed by a light pole. Shortly after it, more stories appeared in the paper siting other poles that seemed to have the same grounding issue. Although this is a rare occurrence, it does make one leery about how close to get to a pole. I've never trusted walking by flickering street lights anyway; the noise they emit sounds dangerous.

Our neighborhood, an unincorporated part of the county, has few lights and even fewer sidewalks, so walkers tend to stay in the middle of the road if there is no traffic. Be wary if your pup shys away from a pole!

Here's a follow-up on this story. Glad the city is having all the light poles checked! Haven't your ears been listening for that electrical buzz? Mine have!

New Buddy!

Meet Boone, the new member of our community
dog pack!

My friend, who had the bad adoption experience this past summer, is in the "mood" again. She sent me several links of pups she was thinking about. And now, she just called and is bringing Boone home! Yay! Isn't he beautiful? (He reminds me of Tucker!) He's 5 years old and she said absolutely sweet. Let's hope it works out well for them both!

Cardboard Makes the World Go 'Round

When Bella is bored, there are are two things we can count on her doing. If socks are out, she'll steal one and dash around the house. Several very hearty shakes and air tosses makes sure the sock is thoroughly dead. (She has yet to destroy a sock. She seems to be able to kill it without eating it.)

If there are no socks, and the basement door is open, the recycling container is fair game. There always seems to be a supply of cardboard to be had. Where would a puppy be without a good piece of cardboard to ripe up?

Since I am in the midst of Christmas baking (dog biscuits for her and cookies for us), she found both an egg carton and a butter box. Oh joy!

PS: The dog biscuit recipe is from King Arthur flour. It smells great and I'm sure will taste fabulous.

A Wonderful Place

One of the blogs I regularly read is from a place called Rolling Dog Ranch Animal Sanctuary. The couple who run this non-profit take in (and often re-home) disabled cats, dogs and horses. The couple, Steve Smith and Alayne Marker, are really remarkable in the beautiful care and home they provide these animals who otherwise would be euthanized. This recent entry really touched me. Here is a pup who would not be here if not for them. The post is clear about the difficulties this dog faces, yet being a dog—my take—is that they always have a joyful heart. They can suffer through so much yet a warm bed, a full tummy, kind words and tender pats are all they ask for. This post brings tears to my eyes. What a sweet old hound.

Fabulous Marketing & Customer Appreciation

This shows all the treats included in the bag. Wow!

Quite a while ago while shopping for books at my favorite book store, Island Books, I discovered a new outlet of pet food store I'd shopped at nearly 25 years ago in a different location. The store, All the Best, is really the best—at least this store certainly is. I drive quite a ways to shop there, but then have the benefit of frequenting my bookstore across the street too!

The minute you walk in the door, you're greeted with a "Hello!" by an employee whether they are busy with another customer or not. The employees' dogs are at the store and they greet each dog who comes in. Free samples of treats are the norm, and there's a play area where you can let your dog try certain toys. The staff is knowledgeable and helpful about the products they carry. Best yet, not only is the store locally owned, but their prices are comparable with other "healthy pet food" stores.

In minutes, Bella eviscerated a soft toy that
was included in the gift bag.

Last week I got a postcard in the mail and was about to toss it when I noticed the 'All the Best' logo. It was a customer appreciation card and stated if you came into the store, you'd receive a "thanks for being our customer" gift bag. Who can resist that? Needing more dog food (Bella now rotates through Great Life), I went in. We're one bag of food, some treats, a toy and a gift bag richer.

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.

Baja and Dogs

We have talked, and sometimes, more than talked, about bringing Bella to Baja with us. We successfully journeyed there with Lucy, so you'd think I wouldn't be hesitant. Yet more knowledge has made me infinitely more wary. My initial resistance was flying her home with me. I have never flown a dog and read horror stories I don't want to experience. I know people fly dogs all the time, but they aren't me and their dog isn't mine.

The second conundrum is managing her there. Many of the Mexican dogs run loose and rarely are spade or neutered. Many are feral. Shots are not the norm, so disease and infections are common.  The local dogs pack up creating dog "gangs." Although Bella has great doggie communication skills, can she speak "Baja Dog?" I don't know and I'd hate to find out that she couldn't. If she was attacked, although Bella has shots, I don't know what other diseases the local dogs may have that she could contract. Dealing with a Mexican vet, if I could find one, would be difficult with my limited Spanish.

Because the locals don't like the feral dogs scrounging around their property, they lay out poison. Bella eats anything and everything. Even if she's on a leash, she can grab and swallow something faster than I can say, "Out!" and expect her to drop it.

A friend, who spends his winters in Baja, called this morning to let us know he'd arrived safely and then proceeded to tell us there was a dead dog in front of their house when they arrived. The dog was a victim of poisoning. The owner couldn't get there until later in the day which meant the dog lay in the sun (there are no trees in this area) until he arrived. When he finally appeared, he attached a rope from his truck to the dog and dragged the dog off. That was it. I had to get off the phone.

If I brought Bella with us, I would be a nervous wreck. I could never let her off leash. I'd constantly be fretting about her safety. I doubt she'll ever make it south of the border.

Cautionary Tale

I know this story all to well, yet I'm writing to tell you I was the one who fell down the rabbit hole. I have warned my husband for the past 26 years that you cannot trust your beloved dog to always perform at 100%. I fell into the same trap to which too many dog owners succumb—expecting your dog's behavior to be consistent.

I was returning from a walk with Bella today. My car was parked at Petsmart from earlier shopping in which she was not included. (In fact, I rarely bring her in there.) I had Bella on a SIT by the car and was about to slip her seat harness over her head when she bolted. She has never done this before; never expressed any interest in doing this. "Bella, come!" failed.

She dashed past parked cars and was nearly hit by a car passing in front of the store. Bella was totally oblivious to anything but her desire to get in the store (almost amusing now after the fact). As she was jetting into Petsmart, a woman caught her collar. The driver, other shoppers, everyone was great. Everyone stopped to see if she was okay. Another woman followed me back to my car to make sure Bella was okay and told me a similar tale with her dog except her dog was hit. Awful!

I mention this story because I was so shocked by what she did. I have been lulled by the fact that she always waits patiently by the door to have her seat harness put on. So please, don't fall into my trap. Your dog may do something unexpected when you least anticipate it. Error on the side of caution. I will always keep a hand on her collar in that situation.

Bella's First Snow

Who said a frisky puppy can't get friskier? We were hit by snow and below freezing temperatures at the beginning of this week and though we haven't had new snow, temperatures haven't risen and nothing has melted. I've learned Bella is not a burrower but a sproinger. (Lucy, ever the nose dog, what look up from tunneling with a mountain of snow on her snout. It was very endearing.) I wish I'd been able to capture Bella's behavior, but am cursed by being a bad photographer. You're lucky to get picture of her standing in the snow.

Bella making fresh tracks.

Her only frustration is that we lost a tennis ball in the snow and haven't played ball since then. The tennis ball she has in the back yard (one is buried under a mound of shoveled snow) has turned into a green ice cube. She's thrilled by it, but there is no bounce.

Keep-Aways or Another Name for Poison

A friend recently went through a scare with her dog. She was entertaining and a child fed their dog some grapes. It wasn't until later that evening that the dog became horribly ill and they needed to rush him to the emergency vet. After discussion with the vet to discern what the dog might have ingested, they realized what happened when the husband recalled seeing the little girl "sharing" grapes. (He didn't know they could be toxic.) Their dog is fine, thank heavens, but the outcome could have gone the other way.

As we approach the holidays, our homes are often filled with friends, family, different food and plants. Please pay attention to where your pup is. You never know if someone is unwittingly sharing food with your pet. To keep your pet safe and you sane, post the number to your local 24-hour emergency vet (or the National Pet Poison Control Hotline: 888-426-4435) on your fridge.

Here are some links regarding pets and poison:
Humane Society
AAHA
ASPCA

Graduation Day

Today was the last session of our Noseworks class. I must admit I'm glad my Saturday mornings will be my own again, although I really have enjoyed the classes. Diana taught this class and her enthusiasm was contagious. She makes learning fun for the owner despite the fact that the owner's dog is quite noisy! (Ahem! Quiet Bella!) Actually today there were several noisy dogs, so I wasn't nearly as embarrassed!

We had an overly full class so too many dogs—six, as a matter of fact. The room in which we work is tiny and six enthusiastic dogs was not only raucous, but didn't allow very many turns, nor many sessions within a turn. However, it was fun to see how the new dogs (doing a make-up session) worked.

At the end of class we did a run on scent which is going to be the focus if we go on (which both Shari and I will do after the holidays). Instead of using various sized open boxes and placing a kibble in the box or along the wall somewhere, Diana put out five pizza boxes with holes punched in the lid. The kibbles were inside (we haven't yet worked with more difficult scents like birch) and the dog had to indicate which box held the odor. Sounds simple, but even the stellar nose dogs had a hard time with this.

For the first time, the owners did not know which box held the scent, so we had to key into our dog to know when they'd found something. On some occasions it was obvious—Bella tried to walk off with the box—but usually it was really subtle. Because the dog couldn't see the food or get to it, they might smell it, but often walked on.

When Level II begins, it will be interesting to see how alert the owners are to their dogs picking up the scent. I think it will still be lots of fun, but much more difficult.

On a last note, I talked with my vet yesterday about the class. She's taking her very old lab through the program. Her dog is deaf and nearly blind and was becoming increasingly more reclusive. Since the dog has been doing the class, she said the dog is much more lively even at home and now searches for toys in the dog box. Very sweet.

Let Them Think

I just read a great article by Victoria Stilwell on letting your dog think itself through a situation. Because I've been spending more time on training recently, this post was beautifully timed.

I am working with Bella to loose leash walk on a buckle collar. I want her to decide for herself that walking next to me is preferable.Today, with clicker in hand, we set out. I can't say one way or the other whether I think she "got it," but I can say I did see her "think" and choose a more appropriate spot (by my leg) for which I clicked and treated. At this point, my chow-hound is lobbying for food, so clicking and treating was only when she picked the proper position, not for any signals from me. A video I watched recently also shows some training techniques for using the clicker while training your dog to choose this position. I have a harness that I may try on her, but haven't dug it out as of yet.

Another blog post I read compares gaming (development of computer games) principles to dog training. There were several comments in there that I felt apropos. One of the best was:

Complex games give us a way to measure our progress.  When we play a game we want to feel like we’re getting somewhere. That we’re accomplishing something. And a good game gives us a way (or better yet, several ways) to measure that. This innate need to feel that one is making progress is one of the reasons why it’s important to break a training exercise down into discrete steps and give your dog meaningful input at each one of those steps rather than just at the end of a task.

The author makes several other really great points. (Read it over and see what you think.) Yesterday in my Noseworks class the instructor is teaching us (the owners) to allow the dog to do its job—sniff out the treat—and to not confuse things by getting between the dog and the smell. He said we need to be careful when we're working on Noseworks at home, to break increased complexities of the "find" into small, successful-for-the-dog steps. In other words, avoid the "let's see if she can figure this one out" syndrome. For example, he said put a loose kibble 6 feet down the wall. The next time, put it 12 feet, then 18 feet. Build the "find" in small increments so the dog is always successful and learns how to structure the hunt.

Doggie Day Care

Bella's 1st Report card

I decided Bella could benefit from some doggie play time. Taking her to the dog park doesn't work as invariably someone is playing Chuck-It with their dog. If there is a ball anywhere at the park, there is Bella. So although she could have time to interact with other pups, she's actually oblivious to them. Amber, her best buddy, is a mature 8-year old and though tolerant of Bella's exuberance, she doesn't want to play with her.

I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that Bella's social calendar is a concern, but in defense, we take her everywhere and she needs to be "socially acceptable." What I've noticed is if she sees another dog she is beside herself with excitement. When she does play, she's a little rough. This may be her style or she may need to play with other dogs and learn some doggie etiquette. There is only one other dog she knows who is young and energetic, but she rarely gets to play with her as Cherry's owners have quite a different schedule than ours.

I scoped out two facilities and chose Riverdog where she's taken a class. My vet takes her dog there and that seemed a mark in their favor. Another place I looked at had something amiss. What bothered me—though it was closer to home and less cost—was there was only one person to oversee the office and 20 dogs. I know how quickly a fight can break out and if the person was in the office, how quickly could she get to the fight? And wonder if there were two fights or a fight that involved multiple dogs? At Riverdog, there may be 10-15 dogs together with only one person overseeing, but the facility has four rooms and the dogs are matched according to style. If you had a quiet, older dog, for example, it would be in a different room than one with rambunctious puppies. Plus, their office is staffed by people who do not have to oversee the dogs. Multiple staff members mean that multiple people can help if warranted. I liked that.

At the end of our first visit (four hours), they gave me a little report card. Too cute! On the back they wrote: "A little shy and unsure at first, but came around after a while. Good ball player!" That's my girl—four paws up!

Relearning, Relearning, Relearning

I admit it. I am to blame. I know it. The buck stops here. When Bella acts up and cannot stop or control herself, it is because I have not done my job. So as of yesterday we've stepped backwards several paces. Time for the owner to relearn.

I took off her prong collar and do not allow surging, lagging or sideways lunges. Walking on a leash, no matter how normal (or not) the environment, requires Bella to pay attention to me. I am doing lots of stopping, backing up and going in the opposite direction.

In a day and half, she's doing much better, so I've obviously done something correctly, but it also indicates she's a smart, observant girl. This afternoon there was a yappy, ill-behaved puggle straining at the end of its leash towards Bella. My girl, though very eager to check it out and with only a very minor "Na!" from me, stayed at my side. That was fantastic—I was very proud of her.

I am also re-working stay. She's great at home and questionable everywhere else. On walks, I'm putting her on a sit stay and walking around her and dancing, albeit quietly and not very energetically. Initially, she broke her stay the minute I did any aberrant moves. Today she's holding it longer, but I'm also not pushing the limit. I want to keep it short, sweet and successful.

The other thing I need to do is devise a word (settle?) that she recognizes to mean lay down, be quiet and stay. In our Noseworks class, she is absolutely distraught when my friend,Shari, and Bella's friend, Amber get up to run their paces. She howls, low woofs and is anxious. So "settle" will be important. What I am presently doing with her in class is putting a tiny treat on her front paws and making her wait until I release her. That is working, but it is a known trick. "Settle" sans food–or self-control–will be the end goal.

Have you worked your pup with that? What did you do?

One Dog, One Owner

One bored puppy looking for action!

My husband has the wonderful opportunity to crew on a trimaran in a rally down the west coast of Baja. This is the 17th year for the Baja Ha-Ha event. There are 196 boats—mono-hulls, catamarans and tris—participating. What an event! There is a software application that pinpoints the boat regularly in the Pacific, so I can track where they are. For a worry-wart, this is the best thing since sliced bread.

For the puppy, this is really, really boring. I go off to work and there's no one to play with during the day which means our sweet girl is sequestered in the kitchen. She's fine with that as this has been her routine since she was a baby. However, it doesn't make it interesting. I'm finding myself busy in the evenings too because of various obligations. Poor Bella! This is not what an active, smart puppy signed up for. She's still getting two long walks plus her "chuck-it" time. Additionally, I'm trying to do inside things (as our weather is so terrible right now) to keep her entertained, but I know in two days, her patience will be tried, she'll push the envelope, she'll be put into the "nothing in life is free" training phase and then, thank heavens, a Noseworks class will occur. Whew!

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.

Noseworks

Noseworks. You may have heard of this class which is for all dogs of all abilities. It seems to have hit this area recently with a bang. The media has been busy promoting it and many training centers are now offering it. Everybody with a dog is talking about it. And we're finally taking it!

My friend, Shari, and I have talked about taking dog classes together and this one in particular. When we finally found a class nearby and fit both of our schedules, we decided to go for it. She got in, I didn't. My email got bounced by a spam filter. Big frown. But the great people who teach this class at Seattle Agility Center bent over backwards to fit us in.

Diana, one of the owners of the center, offered to give us a private, introductory session so that we could join a class that had already started without being behind. What an opportunity! So Shari and her dog, Amber, and Bella and I had our first class last night. What a hoot! This is going to be really, really fun.

Diana warned us that even though the class is only an hour and our "nosework" sessions will be divided among 5 dogs, we'd return home with a tuckered puppy. Bella crashed the minute she walked in the door. It was great. Plus with our weather turning rainy, this will be a wonderful inside game that allows Bella to do exactly what she wants to do (sniff and eat!) and always, always win. No leash or verbal corrections. This is a fantastic dog game. I only wish it had been around for the old, nose hound, Lucy.

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.

Leash Logic

If you have a dog, you have a leash. I have many leashes, some I've purchased or been given, some I've found. Some of the leashes I own I never use because the fabric is uncomfortably sharp on the edges. Literally. I have cut my fingers on two of them. Another, a long line someone made for me, is made from a very stiff fabric that does not lay well in my hand. It was great for Bella though. As a puppy, she chewed right through it.

There are leather leashes, retractable leashes, leashes made of chain, from nylon, from soy, even from recycled climbers' rope. Do you want a color or a pattern? What length? Do you want a matching collar? When it gets right down to it, buying a leash is no easy matter; the choices are too plentiful. But perhaps the question to be asked is for what purpose are you using the leash?

Personally I hate retractable leashes. I learned a lot about leashes with Lucy, my lovely, but aggressive pooch. Knowing how to heel and short lines were a must for Lucy. Most of the people walking their dog on retractables, let their dog wander leaving the owner oblivious. I can't tell you how many people I've seen talking on cell phones or chatting with friends while ignoring their dog 30 feet in front of them—or approaching my aggressive old hound. When I'd shout, "My dog is aggressive. Please don't let you dog approach," one woman responded, "That's okay. My dog is friendly." What was she not getting? I have recently conceded that using a retractable in a controlled setting when working on distance training is understandable, but other than that, I have little nice to say about them.

I bought my first leather leash 30 years ago and it has lasted through two dogs and is now being enjoyed by Bella. It started its life as a six-foot line, but over the years, wear and tear, and puppy teeth have shortened it. It's a little over four feet now, but Bella had her way with it as a youngster, so I'll be bringing it back to the shoe repair shop to be shortened again—the latest incarnation will be a three foot leash—which brings me to the purpose of this post. Length.

If you've gone through dog training, the ultimate goal of any owner is to have your dog walk placidly at your side. As a dog owner, you know just how difficult this is to do. (Reality dictates that in some circumstances you want a longer line so your dog can walk in front of you. Hiking is an example; rarely is a trail wide enough for the dog to march along your side. Of course, many people let their dogs off-leash hiking, but that isn't always wise. Ever known a dog to chase a chipmunk—or a deer?)

When you shop for a leash, however, what length do you find? Six foot. Why would you need six feet when you want your dog to heal? If you are an urban walker, a six-foot leash is at least two-feet too long. So you can imagine my delight when I went into a local shop the other day and found a plethora of four-foot lines. Who was the genius who found them and brought them in? I have shopped the big chain dog stores for years and have never seen a four-foot leash there. So hip hip hooray to the local, independent small store who was savvy enough to purchase this length! A six-foot line I can use hiking, but for daily walks, a four-foot leash is much less to hold and makes much more sense.

Leash Update: The shoe repair man said the old leather leash should be retired. A sad day. However I found a killer new one made from leftover climbing rope. The brand is Krebs Recycle which is a little misleading as they state it isn't recycled, but upcycled. None-the-less, the leash is great. It's soft (no deceptively sharp edges), pliant (can comfortably and easily make it shorter by looping it) and four feet long! Additionally, the handle is very comfortable in my smaller hand. Yahoo Krebs!

Diet Changes

When I first brought Bella home, I fed her some type (I don't remember the brand) of puppy food. Fairly early into her acquisition, I took her to my vet for a checkup and asked what she recommended for food. Two things came out of that question.

1. My vet felt for Bella's make-up (1/2 Lab, 1/2 Australian Shepherd), she needed Large Puppy-type kibbles to ensure proper growth.
2. When asked what she fed her dogs, she said she periodically changed their diet in order that they received a variety of nutrition via the different nutritional mixes.

This made great sense to me as it follows the logic of how we should eat. Also, our previous dog, Lucy, was such a finicky eater that I had to vary her diet or she wouldn't eat. As long as I carefully introduce Bella to a new kibble (to avoid stomach upset), she receives variety for interest as well as nutritional benefit. I have also chosen to give her a grain free diet. At present, she rotates through the Taste of the Wild kibbles (bison, salmon, poultry), but I may in the future change to a different brand.

Recently I came across corroboration to this way of thinking in the website Fully Vetted. If you choose to read this vet's opinion, you can start with Part 1 on the subject, although Part 3 really gets the meat of the subject!

With all the marketing for healthy pet foods, with all the variety of pet foods, I still find it amusing that when your pup is sick, it is still recommended to give them low-fat ground meat and rice. I do believe this was Lucy's favorite meal. Bella, bless her little non-finicky stomach, delights in anything!

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.