Sunday, February 24, 2013

Two Happy Families

This is why I do what I do! I have never really understood the whole "how do you let them go?" question. When I see the happy family picking up the happy dog, it's just 'right'. A dog comes into my life for a short period and I get to enjoy them and then I let them go on to a lifetime of more happiness and the next in-need dog gets their spot. To me, that's just more happiness for me to witness and be apart of.

So here are the family shots I took of the two fosters getting adopted today. They literally overlapped, their people arriving within 10 minutes of each other, and signing papers together. Wrangler's family was going to come get him tomorrow, but we're too excited. They just had to come get him today :)

Here is Polly (now Annie) with her happy new family.
She jumped right into the back of the truck  and off she went.

And here is Wrangler (to be renamed), with his family.
Ewan, the son is especially in love, and Wrangler LOVES the kids.
It's true, there are some of them that leave bigger pawprints than others (looking at Trunk and Penny as the front runners with the biggest pawprints left), but it's about forever. I can't give every dog forever, but I can give them a few weeks or a few months to find forever.

Sometimes I think I'll take a break from fostering, but reality is this: I'm a bridge, and though it might make life a little more hassled for a week or two, the benefit to the individual dog that comes here is huge. If they are from Northern BC, they get the chance in a city to have numerous applications and very rarely stay past two weeks -though are welcome longer if they need. For the Taiwanese guys it's even more dire. Without a Canadian foster home, even the golden retrievers languish for months. But bring them to Victoria and you're looking at a maximum 2 week holding period on a golden retriever.

Is my two weeks of peace more important than helping a dog find a forever home. Call me a sucker, but to me, when I know I can place a dog quickly, I'm more apt to say "send them" regardless if my sanity could use some recharging.

But I get some recharging for the next week or so. We'll probably have a new incoming from Taiwan first week of March as there's a flight scheduled, but I'm not sure who is coming yet.

This pup IS coming though, to foster with a co-worker of mine. She is a miniature bull terrier mix!! 4-5 month old female. Not quite 20 pounds, and will probably double. I don't think she'll last long!
Leila is grateful to have the chance to come to Canada, where she will find a family she can grow up with!
Chances are it'll be another younger pup for me too. With so many applications for Wrangler and his siblings from across all demographics too (single guys, families, retired people, young couples, dog experienced and no experience) there's definitely a lot of people looking for a (rescue) puppy right now.

So for me, the happiness of fostering comes exactly in what fostering means. Seeing the dog through until they find their forever after. I'm grateful for the many dogs I've been able to be the bridge for. To see them on the other side is priceless.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Wrangling the Videos

Bunch of videos from tonight. Cause movement is just so much fun :) This is a typical evening here until 9pm when Jinks decides to put herself to bed. Except tonight, she is still kicking up steam. It was raining until early afternoon so apparently she decided to skip her normal walk in favor for an extra nap. I'm paying for it now, when I want to settle down for the night! Can't have it both ways I guess. I was the one who at noon went "Oh, it's downpouring, you don't want a walk and want to go back to bed, sounds good to me!!"

 
 Night time is good time for some play time.

 
And some more playtime.

 
Lemon is Crazy by the Way...

 
Couch Shenanigans
 
 
I love this one! Everyone gets a sweet potato chew, and Wrangler hangs out with Beckett. Notice how cute his tail is wrapped around :)
 
                                              Wrangler is really the calm one in this group...

Wrangler meets with an applicant tomorrow. He is a lovely little people's dog. At daycare he followed me around despite 15 other playmates (he played with Lemon a bit, but otherwise was his typical cling-on self). When I left the room he found the nearest set of legs and followed them instead. Yep, he be a people's dog.

In other quick news, we have a Polly in the house today. She has a pre-approved adoption, but needs to meet with the child in the home before anything is signed. So, I said I would take her on for a few days, and if necessary continue to foster her. I highly doubt I will need to continue fostering her. She is a very nice girl, a nice amount of energy and a nice amount of lazy. Kids, cats, dogs, chickens, good with everyone.

Pretty Polly, the two year old retriever (yes, she is white around the face, but her teeth are really nice, so I think the age is approximately accurate.):
Not too pleased with this photoshoot.

Body shot.

Loyal face.
She also meets with her most-likely new family tomorrow. But as always, it's not an adoption until they are signed, sealed and delivered!

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Like Mum, Like Dog...

I wish I could say I'm more like Beckett than Lemon, but fact of the matter is that little dog is pretty much the spitting image of her mum. Stubborn, likes to be annoying, highly capable but not highly willing. Doesn't like being told what to do...

Also, likes to annoy her siblings.

Jerrad left balls out for the dogs tonight (I never leave them out inside, it just causes too much crazy and my dogs all learn to be chill inside. So there's just good chew dogs). Anyway, I come in to find Lemon on the dog bed with all four of the balls, just sitting there guarding them. The dog that hasn't shown interest in a ball in her life with FOUR on her bed. But hey, the fun is tormenting Jinks who is ball-obsessed unless there's a good dog to herd around instead. She has my sense of humor.

She always looks like trouble. Maybe this is why no one wanted to adopt her...





Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Wrangler Pictures


Wrangler the Wiggler is settling in just great in foster boot-camp. Since the first evening he was here he's earned off-leash privileges in the big field -actually today he hasn't been on a leash at all, even when we went for a little pack walk at the park-, and is almost always right by your feet. For the guess of his mix being border collie x Karelian Bear Dog, I would have thought he'd have a lot more energy, but really he's content to have a little pee, a little play and go back to snuggling on the couch with a chew bone. He is teething like a demon so it's important for us to have good chew toys out for him so he doesn't try chewing on a dog bed, or us! He is no worse than any other puppy his age though, it's just a part of being a puppy. We're going to see if we can track down one of those toys you can put water in and freeze, so when the puppy chews on it, it's nice and cold on their teeth. Instead of water we'll probably fill it with beef broth.

He is happily crated (after the initial 3-4 minute whine the very first time in, until I threw a good meaty bone in there for him) and was great today left for three hours while Jerrad went out. Not a peep when we left, or when we came back. Outside of his crate he can be a whiny little thing though. He got a good bath today, so hopefully that will take any whining out of itchiness out of him.

He can be shy with people and a little intimidated with bigger dogs when he first meets them, but that should go away the more he is exposed to life as a city dog. He will come to daycare with me on Friday so that he gets to wade his way in. Tuesday is just too crazy a day to start a slightly intimidated pup into the general population. Monday he was too sleepy to crawl off the couch so I just left him home.

Here are some pictures from today. I think he'll make a fantastic family dog for someone with older children (10+) (younger if the family is keen on training), or for someone that just wants a loyal friend. Though he gets along with dogs, he is really a person's dog and once he picks that person he is yours forever. 

Oh, and so far, 0 prey drive indicators whatsoever. No interest in the barn cats, chickens or geese that shoot up from the when Jinks runs out to catch her first ball of the play time. It's possible given his mix that he might grow into some more prey drive, but I think he would do fine to live with a confident cat, on a farm, etc.

Pictures:


Lemon ruins all the pictures.

Doing a jig.

Itchy.

Look foster mum, no head.

The white side.

The loyal watch dog at my feet.

After long-legged Jinks.

Being a goof.

Couch-potato. Border Collie mix in appearance only ;)

Hanging out with Uncle Beckett.
Oh, and one of Jinks for good measure. Wrangler was hard to take pictures of as he was either at my feet, or his eyes don't easily show up from his dark face. So I busied myself taking pictures of Jinks in between bouts of trying to get decent pictures of him.

A Right Good-Looking Teenager



Sunday, February 17, 2013

Guess What?

I didn't get Guess. Not so much a surprise! Nothing is final until they arrive it seems. So, instead we are fostering Guess' brother Wrangler. He played a little shy at first -it's a scary experience to leave all your siblings, take a big drive and end up with lots of new people and on a ferry to boot!-. However I have a secret weapon and it's called: McDonalds. I have not met a dog shy enough to withstand the aroma of a tasty, greasy, horrible but altogether tasty McDonalds hamburger patty. On a bad day, you will usually find me in the drive-thru for a Bacon Cheeseburger deluxe too. If I can't escape the power of McDonalds neither can a dog who has a nose a million times more sensitive than mine.

So, needless to say after all of a minute, Wrangler decided he wasn't so shy, and that we were suddenly the best thing on earth. He is a little velcro pup -much like Cheddar (now Bogey) was. He is underfoot and always looking up at you. I have cuddled him extensively :). I might even decide to bring him to bed with me.

Right now he is happily chewing away on his tasty chewy snack. He peed outside as soon as he hit grass. Jinks is peeved he hasn't shown any interest in playing with her. She looks at me like "I think you brought home a dysfunctional one, this one doesn't play."

Some pictures soon. It's kind of nice only having one new foster to integrate and worry about.

He might pull a fast one in the next few days and suddenly get lots of energy, but so far I don't see more than a nice medium energy.

Oh, and bonus: Jinks seems to have MOSTLY got over her stupid guarding food tendencies. You can give everyone a chewy treat now and even if she's finished hers, she won't go and snipe at others. AND if someone is finished before her and comes to snoop she doesn't give them a lash out. Lots of maintenance to go with it, but a big improvement from where she started. Beckett was instrumental in sorting her out though.

Pup update soon,
Emily Out

Friday, February 15, 2013

The Importance of Crate-Training -a revisit

I was asked the other day by a well-meaning woman "Why should you crate-train a puppy. It's like a jail cell."

"I'm at home all the time," she continued, "I took six months off to raise my puppy. They come EVERYWHERE with me."

Lots of responses popped into my head, but a couple of big questions too.

First off, what happens at the end of six months when you go back to work? You suddenly have a six month old pup that is used to having you around at all times. Regardless if you crate or not, if you don't leave small periods of time where the dog has to get used to being by itself, you're going to create separation anxiety in some form. Secondly: if you gave a child unlimited freedom to do whatever they wished when they first started to crawl, can you imagine the trouble they will get themselves into, without you there to save them from it. You'd probably have someone call social services on you.

If you want horror stories I've heard it all. Couches torn apart and dogs choking to death on random things chewed and swallowed in the house, car wires ripped out on a 15 minute trip to the grocery store while puppy was in the car, a robber breaking into a house that the pup went running and got hit by traffic because he wasn't confined. And for one close to home, a young pup in my own puppy class whose mum ran to get the telephone while her pup was still playing outside. While she wasn't able to pay strict attention to her puppy, he managed to chew neighbors' plants through the fence and half an hour later had to be rushed to the emergency vet clinic with seizure like symptoms to get his stomach pumped. $2000 vet bill, that quickly. And it could have been worse.

But instead of all the horror stories, instead I asked the woman: "Do you have children?"
"Yes," the woman said.
"When your child was only a few months old, what happened when you needed to shower?"
She paused.
"Or when they needed a nap," I prodded her towards my answer.
"They were in their crib," she said.
"Is a crib a jail cell?" I asked.
"No," she said, "but she whines so much sometimes."
Aha, I had gotten to the gist of it. Puppy doesn't enjoy her crate, so woman has decided it's evil.

So, it takes a different light sometimes to put things in perspective.
You can choose to see a crate as a jail cell, I choose to see it more as a "crib".

We don't let our babies sleep on cushions in our room. No, we put them in a place where they are safe from the world, where we can sleep in peace knowing they won't get into anything, and where they learn to rest. Babies fuss in their cribs sometimes, so too do puppies in their crates, but it shouldn't be a reason to give up the crate or the crib. With crate games and giving value to the crate, we build a positive association, keep our pups safe from the world, and our house safe from our pups.

For puppies it's usually as simple as ALL GOOD STUFF IN MY LIFE COMES FROM THE CRATE for a few days to a week, and weaning off of it for a week or two. All meals come in the crate, all treats come in the crate, all toys are in the crate. I always give an hour or so naptime throughout the day, even to young foster pups. They usually end up with a turkey neck to chew on. Boo-ya, crate can't be so bad if there's a turkey neck in here! For the fussier puppies, we play 'in and out' games, where the dog is rewarded every time they enter the crate, and don't get rewarded at all for coming out. Soon you have a dog that would rather just stay in the crate.

The key is that the crate has lots of value. At night here, pups get their supper in their crate and it's bedtime. Even Cheddar who was one of those 'fussy' puppies within a week trotted into his crate at night (though he'd try to sneak in with Jinks first). He would sometimes have to pee middle of the night, but that's okay. If he whines/howls like he's gotta pee, take him out for a few minutes, and then bring him right back in to his crate. When they gotta go they gotta go!

What the crate also allows, besides the very important safety aspect, is that you get to supervise all behaviors and nip anything undesirable in the butt toot suite. If your dog is loose and you are away and they are practicing barking at people as they pass by the house, or guarding toys from another dog, or chewing something they shouldn't, you can't step in and intervene to redirect to what they should be doing instead. It's very easy to have bad behaviors start because a dog has too much freedom. The isn't due to lack of training on the people's part, it's due to behaviors being reinforced by the dog themselves.

Think of it this way: would you leave your 3 year old home alone without a babysitter? No. You wouldn't leave them alone in a crib either (but that would be safer!), but the principal is the same.

This is a baby who needs supervision when they are out. Even someone who is home most of the day will go through moments where they have a long telephone conversation with someone, or they take a long shower, or perhaps they want to have a romantic supper and don't want to worry about the puppy while they have a drink or two, etc, etc. All good moments to put pup in a crate with a tasty goodie. Think of it as kind of like sitting your kid in front of the TV, but with more educational results.

Goodie in crate -AWESOME-. Instead of "Oh, mum's occupied, let's pull all the toilet paper off the roll" Oh that's awesome! In this way, you get to decide what's so awesome. I had a client at the daycare ask me how to stop their dog begging at the table. I said "go throw something in his crate and close it for the hour. Do it for two weeks, the same thing every night."

She said by the end of the fourth night, when supper landed on the table instead of having a begging 9 month old puppy, the puppy instead ran right to it's crate, expecting something yummy. So mum's gotten into the habit of him having his "supper time chew" when they have supper. They're tired after a long day and don't have the energy level to direct towards maintaining a distance control or set of behaviors -and dad has previously rewarded at the table, which makes it hard to make it an area that doesn't include reinforcement. After a long day I'm sure very, very few of us do! By the end of the two weeks, the pup would go to bed with his chewie treat for an hour, and would wait in the crate with an open door until his parents were done supper. Something so simple, because of good crate-training.

Another example: You have people over to fix your plumbing. If you're like me and have a puppy going through fear stage, or you have a jumpy puppy, or a puppy that is barking at strangers/shy, etc, (IE: Anything that isn't the perfect gentlemanly puppy) you don't want to have to worry about dealing with the plumber, and focusing on the training with your pup. That's just stretching yourself too far and is in my opinion asking for trouble, either with your plumbing or with your puppy. So, easy solution. Before the plumber comes over, throw puppy in a crate for an hour. Deal with your plumbing. If they have a few minutes they can spare when they are finished, ask them if they'd like to meet your puppy. Then you can give 2-4 REALLY AWESOME training minutes to your dog, which is going to be way more beneficial to everyone than the hour that the plumbers are here, you trying to deal with your dog. Quality in attention is truly more important than quantity in attention. It is the quality that shapes the good behaviors in our dogs, whereas a quantity of freedom can undo them or even make simple problems worse. (I wouldn't want to know what Jinks was doing home alone if someone came to the door!!)

Scenario #3, A Real Life Circumstance
Fantastic movie is playing at the theater. Someone bought you a ticket. "Oh no, I can't leave my puppy at home for three hours." Maybe not right at eight weeks, but by 12 weeks or so, three hours isn't too long to ask for. You might not be able to see Lord of the Rings quite yet though.

If you haven't crate trained, you probably wouldn't go, you just can't trust the pup lose. You might be able to wrangle a friend, but it's Friday night, chances aren't good. But if you have a crate-trained pup, you find the biggest kong you can find and stuff it generously with peanut butter or cream cheese. If you have enough time in advance, you even freeze it. I LOVE freezing kongs with gravy inside them, or even cheaper -beef broth-. On the odd days Jinks now stays home for 8 hours, that's her chew of choice, and she's still a chewing when I get back. (With the fear stage, I find it hard to take her on busy days to the daycare, as I'm not as effectively able to intervene and redirect on every action. I need to, especially at this point, be her primary reinforcement, not daycare dogs!) 

So guess what? You might just be able to have a life! Yes, even with a puppy. And really, no adopter wants a dog to take up their WHOLE life as in, not able to really do anything because you have to watch the puppy (that's kind of why you get a baby right ;) ). So there may be naysayers, but to me, crate-training is just part of foster boot-camp here, with all pups and most young dogs. I believe, and feel free to leave a comment if there's anyone reading whose adopted pup I started on crate-training, that it's been of great benefit to new families.

Also, other points of good crate-training. Travel is much safer. Young dogs should really travel secure in cars. There's no way I'd be driving with the border collie in the back-seat, she'd make me crash I'm sure! Also, if you ever have to take your dog on an airplane, they'll need to ride in a crate. Hotels are usually much more accepting of dogs if they are crate-trained, as too are places to rent. One of the most important points besides safety though, is the fact that life is life, and sometimes we need to go away for a few hours. The dog that is crate-trained (even if it's just for night-time and a short nap period) is going to have a much easier time adjusting if you want to go to supper with your friends from college, or you get caught in traffic and are home a little later than usual, or even if someone is coming to visit you that doesn't really like dogs (though I wouldn't invite them over in the first place ;) ).

I find it in the pup's best interest, along with the adopter, that the pup has a basic understanding of crate-training and that the crate is a good place to be. Just like as a kid grows up, when a dog grows up (at least 1 year of age is my recommendation, though I think 2 is better -we get over the stupid teenage stage-) they gain privileges and freedoms and of course responsibility. They move from crib to captain's bed to single bed, from a crib in your room or nursery, to their own real room. 

So, even if you solely train your crate for bedtime, you will be doing your dog a huge favor in multiple ways. If you can list 10 different reasons NOT-CRATING AT ALL benefits your PUPPY in a typical home situation I'm all ears.

Until then please don't think of a crate as a jail-cell, think of it as a crib. Some adults dogs obviously don't need a crib anymore, but for babies, the crib is the safest place to be when they can't be directly supervised. Embrace the crate :)

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Greetings

Sometimes I wish all my dogs could have greetings like Beckett, who is civilized and loving to every living thing even if they aren't so kind in return. Beckett never barks, never jumps up, he just siddles on up for some love or minds his distance. Forty people could arrive on our property and once and he wouldn't kick up a fuss. He would most politely invite them all in and tour them around.

Lemon on the other hand is a right tosser -sometimes I just want to nail her once so hard she never thinks of being a jackass again with me in sight.

So anyway Jinks and I were training in the yard, while Lemon toddles around in the front acre, probably trying to figure out how to get the lid off the cat food bin. Anyway, we're pretty darn rural so although we have a fair few vehicles go by, it's a rare occurance to get a PERSON walk by our place. Today... a person went by.

So of course I'm in the back field doing a great training session with the fear-stage puppy who thinks every new thing is suddenly out to get her, and Lemon starts a roaring fuss in the front acre or so. I have too much distance between her and I to call off her idiotic territorial "BARK BARK GROWL BARK BARK"now that it's started and not enough speed to stop Jinks who is now barreling to Lemon's aid, although back a good 15 feet from her (I'll bark at it from afar she says). So, corral the puppy into a down CHECK! Good puppy, stay there. "Yes mam, I think I will, you deal with that scary jogger up there."

Now to deal with that idiotic chihuahua.

I feel like a mother. You love your kids dearly, but sometimes you just want to smack them over a head with a canoe paddle. Of course we're 10-13 seconds in now and the jogger is nearly our property with her headphones on so doesn't notice a thing (thank god), but Lemon is now going past her invisible line. When she's an idiot, she's not going to do it halfway. She's almost going into ankle-biter mode. She's literally within kicking range of the jogger.

Usually once I'm within 10-15 feet of her the commands can come into play. Not today. Dog evaded pressure, threw off mean mum recall and ignored her down from a distance command. PLUS, when I finally did get to her, she knew she was in deep shit and pulled the "I won't let you touch me" move. So, I'm sure I blew a bit of a gasket and all I had was my chuck-it stick I brought in from the field. The jogger moves on and Lemon's still evading and barking her stupid little head off. So... I throw the chuck-it stick at her. HARD.

SMASH. (Better aim than I thought)  I think she was more stunned by the fact I threw a chuck-it stick at her than by it hurting her at all. So, take momentary laspe in thought and scoop dog up, release Jinks from her down which remarkably she's still holding, and go inside to where Lemon is going to remain her time-out crate for a long, long time.

Somehow I see a citronella collar in my future!

Teenagers!!!

Meanwhile, Beckett was still in the back field going "I'm just going to hang out here. It's safer this way." Dude knows whose boss. I'd take another Beckett in a heartbeat... a Lemon, I can only handle one.