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!