WOOF! Handler Error

You know how no parents think their baby is ugly? Sometimes it’s hard for parents of reactive dogs to see their dogs as scary.

 

I’m not completely delusional. Leo is a 98-pound dark German shepherd. When he barks and lunges, I know he’s a frightening sight. But I’d like to think, and this is the crazy dog momma in me, that sometimes, if he barks only a few times, maybe other people see him like I do, just a dog being a dog. Maybe they aren’t thinking, “Who is that woman with the vicious dog and why does she let him out of the house?”

We had a great walk Tuesday at the community parking lot. Mia came with, and even though Leo barked a couple of times at a slow-moving jogger, I didn’t think he sounded too ferocious, and the jogger had headphones on and may not have heard him at all. Then, a group of teens — two on foot, one on a bike, and one on a skateboard — crossed the parking lot right in front of us and Leo did NOT bark OR lunge!!! Instead, he watched them with keen, alert interest.

The next day, at the beginning of our walk, I congratulated myself that this place where I started taking Leo to expose him slowly to bicycles, and continued taking him during the winter because it was mostly deserted, has also turned out to be a great place to walk him past numerous distractions now that the weather has turned glorious. I’ve found a great route that takes us past people of all ages and sizes, recreating in all sorts of ways at enough of a distance that Leo either doesn’t react, or if he does react, I’m not completely humiliated, and in the best of all scenarios, sometimes we have a great training moment like Tuesday with the group of teens.

While I was feeling awfully pleased with myself, a man crossed our path with a Husky. I maneuvered Leo away to try to hide behind a car, but he barked a little, and then a jogger passed while the Husky was still in sight and Leo barked a little more. Just a couple of barks. Not particularly low-pitched or menacing ones. (In my admittedly biased opinion.)

The distractions gone, we crossed the street to a kind of berm that runs along an unused baseball diamond. (I’m sure it’s used at some point during the year, but not so far during our walks.) I like this berm because no one else walks on it, and we’re pretty high above the other sidewalk activity, so no one can take us by surprise.

A motorcycle went by below, and my boy gave a mighty bark and a few good lunges. I had the dogs on a bungee-like double leash, so there was some stretch to his lunge, giving me just a hint of a scare that Leo might pull me off my feet and we’d tumble down the berm.

Leo didn’t used to react to motorcycles at all, and he almost never barks at them. His reaction on this walk was the result of trigger stacking. Even though he handled the Husky and the jogger pretty well (and even though he handled the group of partially wheeled teens like a champ the night before), this combination of triggers was too much and too close together in time.

We continued our walk and I tried to remember the word for stacking. I kept thinking piling. Then I thought, A-ha! This is what I will write my WOOF Support blog post about. I better get some pictures.

I walked the dogs toward the skate and bike park, letting them sniff their favorite patches of grass. Not much was going on in the big parking lot, but after I took my attention off my surroundings and started futzing with my mobile device, two bicycles whizzed by. Leo barked. I took a picture.

Fully recognizing my handler error, we meandered back toward the lot where I’d parked. The spring evening was so lovely, I sat down on a curb to take a few more pics of the dogs. Leo and Mia watched families walk to their cars after their hockey lessons or whatever happens weeknights at the Sportsplex. And of course, while I was trying to compose the perfect selfie, two joggers went by. Leo barked. I took a picture.

And that’s why you never take pictures while walking your reactive dog.

Do you have a reactive or fearful dog? Please join us and share your story. The Blog Hop is open through Sunday, May 11, hosted by Oz the Terrier and Wag ‘n Woof Pets.

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And I’m done

Since I hopped on the A to Z Challenge on day 2, please consider this my contribution to the Letter A.

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A is for Alphabet.

I’m surprised how rewarding and validating I found this challenge. How much I had to say on each topic. After I wrote about Choke Collars, Corrections, Classical Conditioning, and Clickers, I brainstormed ideas for all the letters in the alphabet. Some of them came to me right away. Fortunately, many of these were early in the alphabet: Dominance, Evolution, Fleas, Growling

I thought I’d write about Quiet for Q, but found myself uninspired. During a lunchtime walk along the river with Mia, I rattled off a bunch of Q words: Quality, Qualifications, Query, Quintessential, Quirky, Quip. Really, a lot of wonderful words start with Q. The only one that motivated me to write something was Quit.

From the beginning, I knew X would be for X-rated, and Z would be for Zoo Story, but I was stumped by Y for a while. Like Q, I had no trouble coming up with words, but none of them moved me. Who knew I’d find the muse in Yogurt?

Beyond amusing my own self by writing these posts, I’ve been thrilled by all the new blogs I’ve discovered through Twitter and the Blogging A to Z facebook page. I joined too late to get listed on the official website, but that list had more than 1,000 blogs on it. I wonder how many people used that as their blog hopping directory.

Early in the month, lots of new visitors reciprocated my comments. As the month wore on, and I had less time to blog hop, I noticed fewer comments on my own blog. Was that because I hadn’t been commenting on any of theirs… or was everyone suffering from Blog Hop Fatigue?

I made it a point to spend time in the evenings going back and looking at some of the letters I missed. I discovered new dog blogs and followed several blogs outside of the pet blogging community. Thank you to everyone who stopped by and followed Rhymes with Safari during this time. I hope to see you again.

Since my last few posts were Leo-heavy, I want to offer an epilogue about My Miscreant Mia’s Mysterious Misdemeanors. Over the weekend, one of Rob’s coworkers generously donated the dog house pictured above. I know dogs are supposed to like cozy little dens, but since Mia clearly prefers her doors open, I had my doubts that she would enjoy these cramped conditions. Again, I should always trust Rob, because you can see Mia was willing to follow a treat inside and curl up on the new plush bed.

The theory is that, sometimes, we can leave Mia outdoors, which is where she seems to want to be, and she’ll have a warm dry place to feel safe. I still feel safer with her indoors, and have no intention of leaving her out there all the time when we’re not home. But then, I’m not really that attached to our doorknobs.

Leo demonstrated that putting a dog house on top of their digging patch is not exactly a deterrent. I say, give the dogs a place where they're allowed to dig.
Leo demonstrates that putting a dog house on top of their digging patch is not exactly a deterrent. I say, give the dogs a place where they’re allowed to dig.

Z is for Zoo Story

I have no idea where I got this book. It was sitting among our piles of books on the coffee table for, I don’t know, a year or two? I must have bought it sometime at a used bookstore, but I don’t recall.

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For whatever reason, a few months ago, I picked it up and was captivated.

Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter Thomas French reported exhaustively on the Lowry Park Zoo in Tampa, Fla., for this fascinating and beautifully written book. Beginning with the transport of elephants imported from a game park in Swaziland, the book explores the delicate balance between conserving endangered animals and exploiting them for profit.

One of the strengths of the book is that it presents both sides. As an animal lover, my heart breaks when an animal dies violently in captivity. I want to advocate for keeping animals in their native environment. But what can we do when there is no place in Africa for the elephants? Are they better off being airlifted to a zoo in Florida?

I really appreciate the end notes that let readers know exactly where French got his information. The opening of the book reads as though he were on the plane with the elephants. Consulting the end notes, I saw that the description was based on interviews with those who were there. A lot of the time however, French’s reporting is first-hand.

See that cover blurb from Washington Monthly? “Zoo Story is a very fun read.”

I wouldn’t go that far. I recommend it highly, but I wouldn’t call it “fun.” The plight of many of these captive animals is devastating.

Z is for Zoo Story

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And thus, we arrive at the end of the alphabet. However, I started with B is for Best Friends, so I owe you a letter A. Check back tomorrow.

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Y is for Yogurt

To celebrate Leo’s fourth birthday last week, we took the pups out for frozen yogurt.

I ordered a custom-made toy for Leo too, but it hasn’t arrived yet. He didn’t mind; it’s not like he knows it’s his birthday. I’m rational enough to recognize that the celebration was more for us than him. He had a good time at his party, but he enjoyed chewing on his raw meaty deer bone dinner just as much, and he gets to do that a couple of times a week.

So what if Menchie’s isn’t the most nutritious snack for dogs?

Rob wanted to bring Leo inside to pick out his own flavor, but I said, “Don’t be ridiculous. Leo can’t read.” I picked out their flavors: Fresh Coconut with a dollop of Caramel Coconut Cookie Craze. I know, it’s insane. I thought the white coconut yogurt looked too plain.

Another thing we humans do, which our dogs surely don’t give a rip about, is bake cookies and decorate them. I bought some of this Fido’s Frosting when I baked Christmas cookies last year. It’s better for dogs than Menchie’s, because there’s no added sugar, but since the cultures aren’t “active,” I’m pretty sure it’s a nutritional wash.

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Recently, Alice (that’s Grandma to Leo and Mia) bought a Bake a Bone treat-maker, so we’ll be sure to ice some of those bad boys with Fido’s Frosting.

Y is for Yogurt

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X-Rated and eXposed

Since my most popular post remains Spider-Man’s Balls, I decided to push the envelope again.

Mothers of male dogs, has this happened to you? You post an adorable photo of your baby boy, only to realize later that he has, um, exposed himself?

To maintain some sense of propriety, the following are the sanitized photos of Leo. Click on each to see the offensive X-rated original image.

Taken with my iPod, I posted this one at first without looking closely.
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Charmed by his Yoda smile, I didn’t notice he was letting it all hang out.
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This is the worst offender. Fortunately, I noticed it while shooting, and adjusted my composition for the rest of the photos.
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I put this picture in a wall calendar I gave Rob and his parents, and used it for months on the Rhymes with Safari about page before I noticed that Leo had exposed himself. Click to see the original.

X is for X-rated.

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W is for Water! (Whee!)

Isis loved to play with the hose, as seen in this video from 2009.

 

During the several months we tried to get Isis and Leo to be buddies, the closest we ever came was when Grandma sprayed them with the hose on either side of a fence. I describe it in Bark and Lunge:

Isis reared up on her hind legs to a height taller than Alice, pressing her face joyfully into the blast of water. When Alice aimed the spray through the chain link at Leo, he frolicked with slightly less gusto, but increasing enthusiasm. As Leo shook his little black head back and forth, Isis watched with soft eyes and her tongue hanging gently out of her mouth.

She wasn’t completely at ease with Leo just on the other side of the chain link, but neither did she seem threatened. C’mon, Grandma! When’s it my turn again?

“Good girl, Isis! Good boy, Leo!” I cheered them on from my chair, careful not to interfere with the dynamic. Both dogs playing with Grandma. Maybe Alice was onto something here. Could it really be this easy? Leo and Isis were engaged in an activity they both enjoyed, each aware of the other, but not displaying any stress or aggression. Just joy.

Sharing the hose, and Grandma, was even better than sharing a bowl of raw chicken hearts.

Did I get it right?

Leo is four months old in this video, and Isis is four years old, the same age Leo is now.

W is for Water! Whee!

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V is for Ventriloquism

In my post about growling, I demonstrated my talent for translating my dogs’ conversations.

I also am a gifted ventriloquist.

Kari and the pups

Let’s say Rob asks, “Ugh, Leo, did you have to knock these papers off the table?”

I throw my voice, imitating Leo’s high-pitched tones, and respond, “I’m Leo. I’m a bug. It’s what I do!”

When the dogs greet Rob at the door, I say on their behalf, “Daddy! You’re home! We missed you so much.”

Sometimes I use my gift to have conversations with myself. “Leo, what are you moaning about over there?”

“It’s my birthday and I shouldn’t have to share my toys with Mia,” Leo tells me in my own high-pitched version of his voice.

Or, when I lie beside him on the bed pressing my face against his. “Momma, you’re smothering me.”

I know I’m not the only one who does this. An esteemed friend of mine confided that her husband throws his voice to make it seem like their pug and Boston terrier say things like, “That man is home.”

Then he (let’s call him Bill) says to his wife, “How come they always call me That man?”

And my friend says, “Bill! You’re the one speaking for them!”

V is for Ventriloquism

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U is for Undercoat

German shepherds are notorious shedders. Here’s why.

Plucking Leo, who celebrates his 4th birthday today.
Happy birthday, Leo Bug!

I took my car to the shop yesterday. Remembering my past humiliation of watching a car mechanic brush off his pants after exiting my car, I put my “guest” car-seat covers over the layer of dog hair.

Normal people put down a towel or something for the rare occasion they have a dog in their car or on their furniture. Not me. I let my dogs fur up the whole interior of the car, and then put a fresh, clean car-seat cover on top of the disgusting mess when I plan to have another human in my car.

Inside the house, Leo has officially taken over my editing chair for daytime street monitoring. I had an allergy attack last time I sat directly on it, so now, when I need to edit, I put a clean sheet over the fur-covered upholstery.

Why has dog hair become the accessory I wear with every outfit? Why is there dog hair on my office chair even though no dog has sat there? Why did my first attempt at writing horror describe choking on errant fluffs of dog hair?

The video above explains it. It’s the Undercoat’s fault.

U is for Undercoat

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T is for ThunderCap

Leo rocks the ThunderWorks brand Calming Cap, a.k.a. the ThunderCap

When we were first introduced to the Calming Cap, our trainer, Shannon, lent us a bright blue one.

“The idea is that it reduces visual stimuli by filtering a dog’s vision,” she said. “I held it up to my eyes and you can still see through it, but it just makes things kind of indistinct.”

Rob approved of the look. “Isis looks like a superhero.”

Of the pictures above, Rob said, “Leo looks like he has a bag over his head.”

True, the gray one isn’t as cute, but at least it matches Leo’s ThunderShirt. I’m thinking of sewing a superhero insignia on it. What I like about the pictures is that Leo looks happy and calm. The dog model on the ThunderShirt site looks a tad depressive.

Oh, sorry, did I bury the lead? What I really want you to know is that the ThunderCap WORKS.

As I’ve described, the Calming Cap was the ONLY thing that noticeably reduced Isis’s anxiety around Leo.

Even though Leo’s barrier frustration in the car had gotten really bad, Rob was reluctant to put the ThunderCap on him for their drive to and from the jogging parking lot. He thought 1) Leo wouldn’t like it because he wouldn’t be able to see anything, and 2) It would be embarrassing if anyone saw him.

I asked, “More embarrassing than having people see him bark like crazy inside the car?”

After their second car trip with Leo wearing the ThunderCap, Rob said, “I will never doubt the power of the Calming Cap again.” Leo can see movement outside the car window, but he doesn’t bark at it. And that makes for a more relaxing jog.

I highly recommend the ThunderCap for dogs who are nervous during car rides, or visits to the vet, or any other scenario where they bark at visual stimuli. Some dogs might not tolerate having the mask over their faces. Leo has been trained to wear a Halti or a muzzle, so he doesn’t mind it at all. If your dog has never worn anything on its face, I suggest taking the time to build positive associations with the ThunderCap, perhaps by following this handy step-by-step process (and intro to clicker training) to training a dog to wear a muzzle.

T is for ThunderCap

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S is for Squeaky Balls

I love it when, out of nowhere, Mia picks up a squeaky stuffie and squeaks the living hell out of it. A few years ago, we brought home some squeaky tennis balls from a Golden retriever’s birthday party. I videod the kids with their new toys and posted it, even though I have a hard time sitting through internet videos longer than three minutes. I wrote:

This violates my own rules about not posting videos longer than 3 minutes, but I can’t help myself. Mia and Leo squeak their little hearts out. Observe at 0:45 when Mia passes Leo the yellow and blue ball. Swoon at 1:40 as they give each other kisses. Listen to their conversation at 2:48. Watch them trade balls at 3:30. Marvel at the cuteness.

I stand by it.

S is for Squeaky Balls

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