Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Our First Water Experience

So a few short weeks after our little park sickness incident we went back and we were just hanging out on a hot summer day.  All the other dogs there were in this little brook that run s through the park cooling off and playing in the water.  So I decided I should bring Dolce on over!  She had exactly zero interest in that water at first.  She just stood on the edge of the water pawing at the mud, looking at the other dogs and then looking back up at me like, "Yea, whats the big deal?!"  Having foiled my attempts at cooling her off and her also making me look like a chump to all the other puppy parents around I promptly snatched her favorite toy and waded out to the middle.  And I just stood there looking at her.  First she tried to just walk away. But once I called her name and started squeaking her ball she changed her tune. She began to walk back and forth on the bank looking like she might step in to get to me, but no dice.  Finally a woman near her said, "Oh just do it already!" and gave her a little nudge toward the water.  She took her time slowly stepping in little by little. After a few moments she had made it out to me and she looked around and then just stood there. 


She just had no idea what to do.  Had no desire to play with all the other dogs around her or even take her toy.  And still to this day when I put her in her baby pool to cool her off she looks at me like "What the heck is this and why do you keep putting me in it?!"and then she proceeds to drink from it like it is just a giant water dish. Loves the hose, but not any sort of standing water.  It's puzzling! So to sum up, Water-0 Dolce-1.  We're not giving up on her yet though! We're going to Fresh Pond this weekend, so hopefully some of the others will inspire her to swim! Updates to come!




All the world loves a clown...

June, the 2011 NBA Finals are on, and we are all watching with bated breath in the hopes that the Miami Heat and the narcissistic, dramatic and  bragging Lebron James will be defeated.  Eyes glued to the screen we all hear a whining and growling from behind us on the couch, from a supposedly sleeping puppy.  And we all turn to see...
Desperate for every ounce of attention to be on her.  How dare we watch television so intently while there was attention for her to have!? The true Boxer in her came out that night, our needy little clown!

I know you are, but what am I?

I literally don't think that words could describe this picture any better then my blog title.  But if they could they might be "Moooom he's teasing me again!"  This picture so accurately chronicles the timeless cat vs. dog, brother vs. sister, Dolce vs. Smudges relationship! She is enthralled with him, actually maybe obsessed is a better word.

Truthfully, from the moment Smudges' feet hit the ground and she is within striking distance she dances around him barking and growling in her play bow just inviting him even daring him to play with her.  And in turn, he sits there and looks at her with apathy and sometimes even what I think may be disgust, putting up with being climbed on and chewed, until finally he can take no more and (with fair warnings which usually go ignored by her) he strikes! Don't worry she might get scratched but I swear she never even flinches, she just sits back for a second and jumps right back at him.  And keep in my this is all going on usually while I am trying to make dinner. So in between bouts of  refereeing and pulling the two apart I chop some veggies, with Kevin in the background like Don King inciting the "fight", screaming "Finish him!" (you really have to see it to understand, I hate to admit its actually kinda funny)

It has been more recently that the tables have turned a bit and Smudges has realized if he climb on to the tables, couches etc.. Dolce cannot reach him.  And so his retaliation has begun.  He will jump up there and she will try and try to get at him jumping and stretching and reaching, all the while whimpering.  And again Smudges will just look down at her with apathy and definitely this time disgust, all the while knowing he is safe and sound untouchable in his ivory tower.  And so we arrive at the scene set in the preceding picture.  After countless minutes and attempts at reaching her brother/plaything Dolce will turn to Kevin or I whining and whimpering for consolation or even a boost onto the sofa almost seeming to say, "Moooom he's teasing me again!" as only a younger sibling could, while Smudges looks on in the background reciting, "I know you are, but what am I?"

"The greatest wealth is health." ~Virgil

May 29th, 2011.  Memorial day weekend.  Of course, my dog gets sick!  I got out of work early and rushed home to change so I could take Dolce out to to the dog park.  We get to the dog park shes running around with her friends and having a blast and all of a sudden she just stops and gets violently ill (that is the nicest way I can put it) but she seems unphased so I just let her play.  The following picture is literally her two seconds after getting sick...just chewing away like nothing happened!



About an hour later we get home and keep playing and have dinner and she is acting totally normal and fine and then boom she gets sick again, and again.  So I call the vet.  And of course it's a Friday and its a holiday weekend so the vet is not open!  But she is clearly ill so I know she needs to be seen by someone tonight.  Last resort...emergency vet.  So in a semi-panic I scoop her up and my roommate and I head out to the emergency room.  Two hours, $200 (Didn't I mention? Bought pet insurance which would cover emergency visits, but it didn't kick in for about 3 more days, typical!) and no real answers later they send us home with an anti-biotic and bland food to ease her "tummy issues".  And so we arrive at the following, Dolce laying on the couch tired from her illness and the vet's pokings and proddings.  It was a terrible 24 hours waiting to see if she'd get better and it broke my heart, but hopefully when it happens again (and I'm sure it will happen again) I'll be ready, cool, calm and collected.  But somehow I doubt it.

"You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to"


Saturday, May 14, 2011.  This picture was one of the very first of our big adventures out in to the world!  Our first trip to the dog park, ever!  She was the tiniest one there and just a little bit timid but she held her own.  She met lots of dogs and was very polite.  When things got a little intense she tended to come and hang by our feet but it didn't take her long to be curious again and venture a little farther away.  It wasn't  long before other dogs were putting her whole head in their mouth to taste her and she was getting cross checked by the other dogs running right through her because she was just so much smaller then them. 

And this is where I go off on my own tangent! I also think that this is when Kevin and I realized that there are two very different types of dog owners you will meet.  The ones with control over their dogs and the ones without. I'm probably going to get some flack from people who fall under at least one of these types of dog owners because they disagree with me, but oh well! It needs to be said.

Hate to be stereotypical and put anyone in the proverbial box but in our experiences those of us dog owners who are without control tend to be a little on the crazy/excited side. In our experiences, these people shower their with excessive affection affection by chattering at them in high-pitched baby-talk, or are constantly yelling commends at their dogs or just yelling their names.  The dogs see this as excited energy and so they keep acting crazy and excited because you are. This is why many dogs don’t listen to their owners.

Perfect example, there is a woman at our dog park with a Pitbull Mix, who Kevin and I pretty much try to avoid at all costs.  Her dog comes running down the hill like a maniac and runs right up to the nearest target (usually us) and barks and jumps and generally acts very impolitely.  Rather then calmly following and handling it this woman runs after her dog down the hill yelling her name and shouting out commands.  And when, naturally, the dog doesn't calm down she begins to yell, "Here have some treats!" and proceeds to throw treats at the dog.  I think she intends to distract the dog but what she's really doing is rewarding the dog for being excited and the dog goes right back to tackling Dolce and trying to eat her 99% of the time.  In their defense I suppose I understand their reactions.  I think if I hadn't done alot of research on dogs and dog behaviour before getting a dog I too would get nervous or anxious and probably react this way out of sheer ignorance. 

But I am not ignorant, and I really don't understand how people can blindly throw themselves into such a commitment and huge responsibility of raising a dog without educating themselves first.  Which brings me to the other type of dog owner.  Those whos dogs actually listen to them (toot toot!).  For those of you that know me well, you know firstly, that if I don't know about something I am constantly looking it up and reading about it so I can be educated.  Secondly, when it comes to my dog, I read alot of Cesar Milan, he has sort of become my own personal dog trainer. He basically lives by the following philosophies, which I have also attempted to adopt (and I think for the most part they have worked fantastically with Dolce, if you disagree please let me know, my goal is to have a balanced dog, not be right!);
  1. This (Calm-assertive) is the energy you project to show your dog you are the calm and assertive pack leader.
  2. Many owners assume it’s their dog that is the problem. People should understand that their own behavior has a powerful affect on their dog.  And they often need to “retrain” themselves so that they can be the pack leader.
  3. A dog that is confused about who is in charge is actually concerned about the ability of the pack to survive, so it attempts to fill in the missing leadership elements, often erratically. This can cause aggression, anxiety, fear, obsessions, or phobias.
  4. Dogs see the world differently from the way we do. We communicate using our ears first, then our eyes, and lastly our nose. Dogs begin with the nose, then the eyes, and lastly the ears. Allowing a dog to experience our scent before we engage it in eye contact or speak to it is one way to establish trust early on.
  5. A balanced dog is in the state Mother Nature wants it to be in – as a calm-submissive pack follower, who is fulfilled physically with exercise; psychologically with rules, boundaries, and limitations; and emotionally with affection from its owner.

My final thought... Dogs are out in the world with us every day, they aren't like cats where if they act up you just leave them at home or lock them in a bedroom for a few hours and they'd be fine.  Dogs need to be outside with other people and be able to peacefully coexist wit the rest of us on a daily basis.  I have recognized the power and impact my dog can have physically on others before even getting her and as a result I made it my job to learn about dog behavior so that hopefully my dog would never be a danger or a burden to any other being, and honestly so their needs as a dog can be fulfilled. Because this woman from the park's dog cannot truly be happy like that. She's probably feeling the same anxiety and constant high energy her owner is and I bet she's just exhausted from it.  We need to remember that our dogs are just that, dogs, and we need to stop interacting with them like they are humans and find out how they communicate on a species specific level, so we can all live balanced and gratifying lives together.

 "If we don’t fulfill them as a species, our dogs won’t live a balanced, centered life." - Cesar Milan

Title credit to J.R.R. Tolkien

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Tiniest Blogger in the City

I am making a sincere attempt to update this blog so it is current with Dolce's experiences.  I still have quite a few more posts to go, but going at a clip of about 3 posts a day I think I am well on my way! I am actually out of ideas for right now as to what to write, I would blog with Dolce on my lap for inspiration but frankly I'd get nothing done, just like in this picture, and I'd play with her rather then doing work.  And since I don't really have much to write about this picture (I just thought it was adorable and warranted a post) we're going to do something fun I saw on my Friend Stefanie's blog, Excuse me at the table & please... Lots of cool crafting posts and couponing too!

Random Facts about Dolce
  1. She loves her fish that tastes like bacon!
  2. She loves the hose/sprinkler but not the pool (she thinks its a large water dish)
  3. She refuses to eat her kibble without wet food in it
  4. She has passed puppy kindergarten 
  5. She knows about 7 different commands already
  6. She only digs when its in her bed
  7. She is too little to jump on the couch still
  8. She snores when she sleeps, and sometimes even when shes not!
  9. We're pretty sure she thinks she's a cat!
  10. She's our tiny little runt!

The short end of the stick...

Well we are getting very comfortable in our backyard now.  And with all this rain we've been having there are sticks and twigs EVERYWHERE.  You may ask "How do you know this Diane?" Well I know this because my dog will literally chew on and potentially try and eat every single stick on the ground while we are outside.

On this particular morning that I took this picture Dolce ran down the stairs went to the bathroom and immediately proceeded to find the biggest stick she could and not only chew on it but attempt to run at breakneck speed across the yard with it.  Yeah that's totally not an accident waiting to happen.  So I took it away (using the 'leave it' command secretly being proud of myself for having taught her that ) and thinking nothing of it and tossed it over the fence to be my neighbor's problem. And moments later I twirled around to find her with the next biggest stick in her mouth.  So again I took it and tossed it over the fence.  And again I twirled around and...are we all seeing a pattern here?? She literally worked her way through about 6 stick until we were down to the tiny twigs. On the upside my yard was now clean.  Perhaps I should find the silver lining and start my own landscaping business and make her Head of the Stick Department?  But really what baffles me is she does not want to play with the sticks and she certainly doesn't want to share them with me.  But she would love to bring them in the house and chew chew chew if I let her. Needless to say all my attempts to take stick away or make the sticks playthings rather then chew toys was entirely unsuccessful. I suppose it will just be our lot in life to be surrounded by sticks!

Sleeping Beauties!

There is not much to say about this photo that isn't pretty much self explanatory.  My mom had come over and we were all sitting around and chatting and of course Dolce had to be up on the couch with someone and since Kevin was around naturally it was him!  Not two seconds into talking to my mother I realized it was quiet over there and we looked over to see them both passed out together Kevin seemingly mid-pet.

I know I will probably catch some flack for this next part but I am going to put it out there anyway. These two have a relationship that I think can only be understood by seeing it in action.  Dolce came to me on a Thursday and Kevin did not come home until that Saturday night.  In the few days that we had together alone she and I certainly bonded. And I would never go so far as to imply she and I do not have as strong a bond as she and Kevin do, but some days I think that these two have a connection that the rest of us will never understand. 

In our few days together Dolce was very friendly to all strangers, except men.  Needless to say I was a bit nervous for Kevin to come home and have her growl up a storm at him or be aggressive or fearful.  So as we walked into the house and the two came face to face at the crate I was more anxious I think then when I picked her up.  But I swear this dog is going to give me a lesson in assumptions.  She could not have been more excited to see him.  Her little nub of a tail and then her butt and then her whole body began to wiggle.  She went to him like she already knew that he was her parent (yea yea yea laugh it up, we do the whole mommy daddy thing with her). I was so happy and proud of her and I knew he loved her instantly so I could stop worrying and just enjoy this moment.  And I have from that moment on. 

As many of you know Kevin is in his off season so he has been home for the summer and therefore spent more time with Dolce then anyone.  The bond that these two have formed is incredible and I love to watch it.  Not only does she love him like crazy and most certainly listen to him but I swear she get so depressed when he is gone.  A few weeks back when Kevin went to visit his family after we went to the airport and she cried at the window watching him walk into the terminal and whimpered in the seat next to me the entire way home until finally she passed out. And once we got home Dolce sat by the living room window looking depressed as can be like she was looking for him and waiting for him to come home! My heart broke.  I thought at that moment if she could choose to be with him or have food she would choose him every single time. And I honestly think she would.


She was so young at this point I got worried that she would forget him or be fearful or nervous when he finally came back.  I could not have been more wrong. Two weeks later when we both went to the airport to pick him up her body went into convulsions when she saw him at the curb.  If she hadn't been harnessed in to the car I think she probably would have busted through the window just to get to him.  The entire ride home she squirmed in his lap and kissed his face.  It melts my heart every time I see these two together and how much they have bonded and love each other and I cant help but think, what more could a girl ask for?!

A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.
-- George Moore

 


The Aftermath of Our First Visit to GD

So to begin, for those of you who don't, know GD is my company, Gunderson Dettmer.  OK now that that's out of the way, on to Dolce's first trip to my office. 

In the few weeks prior to my getting Dolce about 2 or 3 other people in my office had recently gotten puppies/dogs.  So there had been a few visits to the office here and there by furry friends.  And because of some drama in the process of getting her (her getting sick and not being able to come when originally scheduled) I had already made a pretty big deal about getting her and people were aware.

So once she was here and settled people in the office seemed to be chomping at the bit to meet her.  And how could they not?  Look how cute she is! So upon request Kevin brought her to the office and we had lunch with some co-workers on our building's patio while Dolce ran around outside and made new friends! Not only did she do great with all sorts of new people and a new environment but she was great with us.  She would go, meet new people and say hello, you k ow check them out.  Then come running right back over and check back in with us.  Once we were done, because it was a warm day we took her inside to the lobby to cool off and meet a few other people who hadn't come outside to lunch.  I was a little nervous, God forbid she pee in my lobby or something! But she was great.  She ran around and greeted people but all in all she was quiet and well behaved I couldn't have ask for more at 11 weeks!  A partner even walked by and commented on how how cute she was and asked who's dog she was. But anyhow, I was so glad it went well because this was her first real experience outside our house in an unfamiliar place and meeting a whole slew of strangers.  But, she surprised me and she did great and  she wasn't fearful at all.  I couldn't have asked for anything better. And then about 1 minute after I had left Kevin and Dolce at the car just at the bottom of the hill (literally a 30 second drive) Kevin sent me this picture.  Dolce in her proclaimed spot in the car, passed out amongst toys, leashes and water, spent from her big adventure on the hill. Just a tired but happy puppy, with two very happy owners!


Monday, June 27, 2011

Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, It's off to work we go

My first real day back to work. I think I wanted to cry.  I couldn't imagine leaving her after we'd spent a whole 3 days straight by each other's sides. But I was lucky and Kevin (for those of you who don't know, Kevin is my boyfriend) had coem home Saturday night so I knew she would not be alone.  But still, I wouldnt be with her. 

We got up and followed our normal routine, but then instead of playong and then playing some more, I got ready for work.  She sat with me the entire time.  When I was in the shower she stood at the endge of the tub and licked the water off the shower curtain.  When I got out she licked my legs dry? clean? I dont really know why shes licking them but she was.  And then she sat very curiously and quietly on that rug just watching me forthe next 40 minutes as I blowdried my hair and put on my makeup. When I was done we played our last game for the morning, and I handed her over to Kevin.  And as I left for work, looking over my shoulder the whole way, I knew I'd left a little piece of my heart at home with both of them.

For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never another friend like that...

Wow! Our first full day at home together. Hard to believe its actually happening!

It was a long night, for me not her, she went right into the crate and after a few minutes of whimpering just drifted off to sleep.  And slept the whole night through.  Which normally would have been fabulous, except I did not sleep all night.  I was nervous she might pee or wake up and I wouldn't hear her (even though her crate is directly next to my bed) and she'd be all alone. Clearly from my narrative here I know now that I was a bit "overly protective".  Yea that's a nice way of putting it, but I'm just chalking it up to being a first time parent!

Regardless, she was up bright eyed and bushy tailed with the sun the next morning and I was right behind her! We went right out without incident in the morning and I remember thinking, wow I cant believe how easy this is, no accidents! HAHAHA! Famous last words! It was after our first play session outside and our first morning feeding that I barely had time to put her dish in the sink only to turn around and find her squatting on my living room floor.  But to her credit she is (and anyone who knows me can attest I say this all the time) a genius! And it was within a millisecond of my yelling no that she promptly stood up before anything serious could "transpire" and followed me down the stairs dutifully and did her business.  My baby, a genius! She then decided to spend the rest of the day in a grueling cycle of play, sleep, check out the cat, poop, play sleep, check out the cat, poop.  And in between we had a peppering of visitors. It was quite a big day, especially for those of us running on fumes!  

She has known nothing but love from the beginning.  We had a busy day full of visitors and new friends.  My roommates had fallen in love with her instantly! Grandma was skeptical at first but has grown to love her since. And Aunty Naomi was making me hold her still for a photo shoot within 5 seconds of being there. With all the hoopla I figured my baby has to look good.  And I did something that to this day I am not proud of because I am not "one of those people", but will own up to it like a big girl!  I caved and I bought her a t-shirt.  In my defense it was on sale for $2 at PETCO! How could you say no to a deal like that!?!  Well I didn't and as a result she looks like a fly diva in all her first pictures with her new family! And that's a memory that I wouldn't trade for the world no matter how much I get mocked!

But for the record it is the only item of clothing she has worn, to date!

First Day of the Rest of Our Lives!

Thursday, May 5th, 2011.  The day I picked her up from the airport.  Left work early and drove in to Logan with butterflies in my stomach!  I was so nervous.  This is my first dog so I had no idea what to expect when I picked her up in the Continental Airlines Cargo Department. My mind ran on and on the whole way in...  "Would she be scared of me? Will she be covered in God knows what from a long flight from Texas? What if she looked different, would I recognize her? I hope she doesn't get sick on the way home! Will I have everything she needs? Would we even get along?" 

As I stood at the counter with the other anxious soon to be puppy parents, sharing our stories my apprehension grew and grew. And after what seemed like an eternity the crates arrived!  Three tiny little face stared back at us exhausted, and a little unsure, but very curious. I waited in line and when I finally arrived to stand on tip toe to peer over the counter and I could not have been more excited.  I watched as the woman behind the desk cut the plastic ties holding her crate securely shut and I felt like I was watching a ribbon cutting at a grand opening! This was it!  She gently lifted her crate and handed her over to me!  She was mine!

I quickly gathered my things and hurried outside.  I placed the crate on the seat of my car and slowly opened the crate door.  I could not have asked for anything better! She bounded out of the crate and into my arms and immediately began laying sloppy kisses all over my chin.  That was it, in that moment she had won my heart! She was a colossal 8 pound ball of love and raring to go! We quickly jumped out of the car did our business and dined on a glamorous meal of hotdog and water. Once satisfied we set out for home.

Nestled safely in the car and en route home our real first adventure began.  She leapt from left to right here to there, sniffing anything and everything she could get her nose on!  Curious of the new world she had been thrown into and without a single hesitation.  She was like a like a tiny little tornado but I couldn't be happier for the destruction and chaos to ensue. About 15 minutes later, and  for the first time in my life I was actually thankful for rush hour traffic.  Sitting at a stand still tends to give you plenty of opportunity to lend your attention elsewhere. 

And no sooner did I think this and low and behold she had run herself to sleep and found an all too perfect spot in the passenger's side.  As she laid down she started to whimper.  I offered my hand for her to smell, as some form of comfort.  And to my surprise she laid her head down on my hand and drifted off to sleep.  Exhausted. Content. Adorable. Mine. Just me and my new co-pilot! Ready for our adventures to begin (just after this quick nap)!

Well I'm Starting Over...

For those of you who have not noticed,  I have been quite lax with my blogging duties.  (I have a good excuse I swear) I got a puppy! Her name is Dolce, she is a English Bulldog/Boxer mix (called a Valley Bulldog) and she is just about 5 months old now...so pretty much anything that hasn't had to do with housebreaking, crates, training or walks has gone out the window! I am a weirdo I know but I am totally in love! So I figured why not switch things up and make this blog about her, not only have things changed and I'm not single in the Bean anymore but now I can continue writing while still taking care of my new little furry baby, and don't they always say, write about what you know?!

And so, if you could not already tell...this blog is going to be about her!  Well really its about US, an our adventures as we explore this city together! I will start today posting all the things we have done in the last few months without you, and from here on out, as we see this city, so will you!

And just a reminder any and all suggestions for ideas and adventures are totally welcome!  Can't wait to hear all the comments! Stay tuned!