Ozzie

So they picked a name.  And it’s NOT Viktor.  

Who picked a name?  Meghan and Harry.  For their new Labrador.  And the name?  Oz.  Oz.  Everybody knows your dog name should have two syllables. That’s the prefect number when calling us.  Not one.  Not three.  TWO.  Can you hear them now….OOOOOOOOOOZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.  
A name should sound like a name – and not a command.  And most commands are ONE syllable:  sit, stay, down, come….. That’s why Oz is TOO short.  In my opinion anyway.

Mind you, he will probably be called a HOST of other names. I’ve talked about this before.  You humans agonize over the perfect name.  And then you call us other things anyway.  He will probably be Ozzie.  Or Ozoz. Or Ozman.  Or Wizard. Hey.  If I can be called “Trino” – which is the short version of Viktorino (my other nickname), he can be called Wizard.  There is no rhyme or reason when it comes to humans naming us dogs.  The irony?  I’m as likely to respond to Trino as I am Viktor.

Some think that Meghan and Harry picked Oz in reference to their first royal tour which will be going to Australia.  I don’t think that’s necessarily why they picked it.  Maybe they just like the story the Wizard of Oz.  And Toto would be an odd name for a Lab.  Or MAYBE they just like Ozzy Osbourne.  Hope they don’t have any bats in the palace raftors…

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up!
Seizure free days:  106

The flood

We had a flood.  A mini flood – but everything is OK.  And for a a change, we dogs can’t be blamed for this household problem…

On Monday morning we went out for our early walk.  We happened to run into Pig Pen and one of his humans on the trail.  We joined them for a good run on the golf course.  Yours truly can actually be a bit pokey on these runs.  Why?  Because I KNOW my human has left kibble out for the FG while we go on our walk.  And I just want to go home.  All the while we are headed away from home, I am a slug.  Unless I see a rabbit…But on the way HOME, I’m the leader of the pack, practically racing to get home. It’s all about the food…
Anyway, when we walked in the door, my human looked on the floor and saw a wet spot.  What?!  Did the FG PEE indoors?  He NEVER does that.  She came around the corner and quickly saw the problem.  A flooded kitchen.  With the dishwasher running.  Obviously we had a leak.
Thank goodness for the 58 “dog towels” we own.  She was able to throw them down to sop up the water – because there was too much for a sponge mop. While she was doing it, she didn’t need to worry about us PONs joining in the clean-up.  We didn’t DARE get our feet wet.  Meanwhile, the FG had tracked water throughout the dining room.  Of course he did.  But it was just water.
My human called Pig Pen’s human who had just walked with us because LUCKILY he is a plumber.  He came over and took a look at our 100 year old Maytag. And they discovered the problem…A heating coil had come off the bracket that holds it, so it was resting on the bottom of the plastic base of the machine.  And it burned a hole in the base.  Yowza.  Could have been a different outcome than a flood.   Anyway, the coil was reset and the humans are going to TRY a repair.  The machine still works great – so hopefully it will keep it running for awhile…  I mean dog treats or dishwasher?  If it comes to that, I vote she does the dishes by hand.  
Have a good one! Peace and paws up!
Seizure free days: 105

God Made a Dog

September 4.  And today is the birthday of a much-loved American radio broadcaster who passed away in 2009 – Paul Harvey.  Harvey was a newsman – but was probably best known for his series : The Rest of the Story.  He told stories of ordinary people – in sometimes extraordinary circumstances.  In 1978, he delivered a speech at a Farmers of America Convention entitled So God Made a Farmer.   The speech was later used in a truck commercial in 2012, during a Super Bowl game – and became quite famous.

And then somewhere along the line, somebody adopted the speech and created this….So God Made a Dog.  Although Paul Harvey didn’t write it, I’m sure he would approve…

We are in mourning today.  My human goes back to work. She promised to be home early.  If she can.  I KNOW the University where she works allows dogs to come on campus to help students relax – what about dogs to help faculty relax?!  I have to start working on that…
Well back to sleep.  Oh I mean GUARD duty.
Have a good one. Peace and paws up!
Seizure free days: 104

Skinny Dogs

Three strikes.  And they are out.  

Well the FG went to his third show yesterday- and as they say in the dog show world- “no love for the Picard.”  From the judge anyway.  Now the adoring public – that’s a whole different kettle of fish.  He schmoozed with the crowd and even made friends with a very cute Baby Puppy Doberman named Cinder. They became instant best friends.  
The FG was actually entered in one more show today, but my human decided three was good enough for one weekend.  Not to mention the fact that they would have to be there by 7:30 today to be ready on time and I need my pill at 7.  The show site is about 45 minutes from our house.  So.  A speeding ticket would cost over $250.  You get the idea.  The timing was bad – and besides, Einstein and I wanted them home with us today.
One thing my human learned this weekend – she needs to put some weight on the Picky Picard.  It’s not that he isn’t fed enough – he just doesn’t eat it!   So my human got all kinds of advice as to how she can fatten up the FG.  Suggestions about different kibble, suggestions about additives to increase palatability – including a couple of spoonfuls of clear broth soup, macaroni and cheese and something called Satin balls which are said to put weight on even the thinnest of dogs.  If you Google it, you should see a recipe that includes ground beef, wheat germ, olive oil, oatmeal,  shredded wheat cereal, unsulphured molasses (?) and an egg – shell and all!!!  You make little balls and can freeze them.  I think they sound WONDERFUL- but then I’m a PON,  and I am NOT picky.  At all.
So this is my human’ s new mission.  If readers have other ideas to fatten a Picard, please feel free to share them.  
Today I suggest we play EXTRA games of fetch and go on some extra long walks.  After all, today is a day of mourning before my human  heads back to work tomorrow .  Worst four-letter word in a dog’s vocabulary.  Well – that and bath.
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 103

Peeing and pooping and dog shows

The things you don’t think about at a dog show….

So do you know what the term “overmarking” means?  It does not refer using a yellow highlighter pen too much.  Although it does have to do with the color yellow…

Overmarking  is that less-than-desirable habit that we dogs have of insisting on peeing where other dogs have peed before. Some say that dogs mark or pee in a particular place to mark their “territory “.  In this house, we all love the overmarking game.  Take one of us out, and we’ll pee. To be followed by dog number two and dog number three – all on the same spot.  Another idea is that we dogs have a social order – so we try to cover up or conceal where another dog has “made his mark,” in an effort to be “top dog.”  Or at least “top pee-ER”.
Overmarking is typically practiced by male dogs.  With us PONs, it is not unusual to hear my human saying “watch out- you are going to pee on his head!!!”  Pee Head is a common phenomenon around here.
So imagine if you have dozens of male dogs all together in the same place – all vying to be the top pee-ER.  Like at a dog show.  It can be quite “interesting.”  Dogs are NOT supposed to pee indoors- but heaven forbid one dog lifts his leg to mark a trash can… It can start a chain reaction of pee brain.  And outdoors- well it’s overmarking heaven.
Yesterday my human and the FG went to the show again.  Nope- no ribbons again.  
But the good news – he didn’t pee on anything he wasn’t supposed to.  We know his affinity for peeing on the deck and on the BBQ – so my human watches him like a hawk while he is indoors at the show site.  Outside, he employs his best overmarking skills.  
In addition to monitoring peeing, my human also obsesses about poop before she takes him in the ring.  Yesterday when they were in the group ring, a Bouvier heard ( or felt) nature’s call – and had a big poop in the ring.  My human could sympathize with the embarrassed handler – recalling Einstein’s first trip to the group ring – where he also unceremoniously had a big poop.  She will never forget that moment…
Knowing when to take your dog out for a pee before going in the ring is also tricky – because who wants to show a dog to a judge who MAY have a wet leg.  Not all of us are careful pee-ers.  So it means getting us out and then cleaning us up before we go in the ring.  My human asked Connor’s human how THEY do it.  Connor, as you may recall is an Old English Sheepdog.  His owner just sighed and said “It’s not easy.”  No kidding.
Connor, by the way, got a Group 1 yesterday.  Go Big Fuzz. That’s my new nickname for him.
So no ribbons, but the good things yesterday : friends of my human came to see their first dog show and quite  enjoyed the circus; the FG made friends with a family who would have taken him home in an instant;  he did a nice job in the show ring; and he didn’t pee on anything indoors.  And he didn’t poop in the ring.  No big ribbon – but always look on the bright side!
Have a good one. Peace and paws up!
Seizure free days: 102

Shows

Day 1.  No big ribbons.

Well my human and the FG went to the show.  As soon as he had a chance (like while my human stopped to talk with someone) he hit the AstroTurf and started to roll.  A perfect response after she spent all kinds of time brushing him.  Honestly, I’m not sure why she bothers.  He always looks the same.
The best parts of the day:  hanging out with her Bernese, Old English and Boston terrier buddies.  Oh – and their humans.  She also had a bite with some of MY blog readers – Evelyn and Leta- who were just lovely.  Meeting up with the Boy Scout leaders who help out at the show – who always remember Elroy’s name was also nice!
I shouldn’t say anything about the judge – he seemed nice enough, but was a bit skimpy when it came to giving out smiles.  Maybe he’s just a super serious guy…..BUT he did give our buddy Connor, the Old English a Group 3 – so for that, we liked him.  
Another fun part of the day was trying to get a photo of the FG with my human.  He kept putting his ears all inside out. 

 Then some stranger decided to help out.  She went to other people asking for a squeaky toy.  And BINGO – ears up!

Of course the REALLY good news yesterday was my seizure count!!! Yup.  I hit 100.  And 101 today.  We are not sure exactly what part of my medication cocktail made the difference- but so far so good.  There were points where we never thought we would see 20, let alone 100!

One last thought on the Dog Show thing.  They go back at it today.  And while everyone wants to win ( why bother going if you don’t!) at the end of the day, everybody takes home the best dog(s) – ribbon or no ribbon.  And trust me, we dogs don’t care-we just like hanging out with you. And those who do guard duty if we don’t get to go to the show-  we REALLY appreciate those extra treats when you get home!
Have a good one. Peace and paws up!
Seizure free days: 101

The FG is maturing. Maybe.

Well keep your fingers crossed.  Today is the FG’s first day at the dog show. I must confess, I am just a little bit jealous.  I mean not only does he get to go to the show, he even got to go to a restaurant the other night.

My human was walking the FG at the golf course late on Wednesday night.  As they were headed for home, the chef at the restaurant at the course saw them.  And yup – the FG got a treat.  And if that wasn’t enough, the chef told my human to bring the FG into the restaurant- there were no more customers, and he wanted to introduce the FG to the staff.
My human wasn’t quite so sure about taking the bull into the china shop.  But she nervously agreed and marched him through a hall and into the dining area.
And she was shocked.  Not only did Mr. Sociable greet everyone, he calmly relaxed while my human had a beverage.  It was like he was drugged.  He was SO well behaved. 
Now we just hope he is equally well behaved at the show. We are well aware that just when you think he is maturing, he immediately turns into the the Wild Child.  Remember him sitting on the rock in the water- refusing to come onto the shore when Marvin was visiting? Ya just never know with him…
No news on the on-line saga.  No photos from Liam Neeson and while 176 guys have viewed my my human’s profile, there have been no really great potential dates just yet.  I think she needs to put in more photos of us…
Have a good one.  Peace and paws up!
Seizure free days:  100!!!!!!  Time to parteeeeeeee!!!!

On-line dating. Continued.

Well after much moaning and groaning and the occasional gasp, my human threw her profile into the on-line dating shopping catalogue.  And after three days, she has already decided she is canceling her subscription at the end of one month.  She’s just not a very patient person.,.

She put our pictures in her profile.  So the victims have fairc warning.  I’m not so sure this is such a good idea.  Really, the only guy we would approve of would be a butcher.  Or maybe a baker.  DEFINITELY not a dog groomer.  Whoever it is would have to like to walk.  And wouldn’t mind picking up poop. Lots of poop.
I think my human is a bit too sarcastic for this on-line stuff.  One guy from Manitoba wrote to her and said he liked her profile “but could you live any further away?!” “Yes” my human replied, “I could live in Newfoundland.”  She never heard from him again. 
If any of these potential dates read this blog, well she might as well cancel her subscription right now. 
But despite all her trepidation- there WAS one nice guy who contacted her – who seemed normal.  And he could write a complete sentence.  Only problem?  No photo.  She’s figuring it’s Liam Neeson and he just doesn’t want people to see he is on a dating site.  We’ll see…
Oh – before I close, it seems my human has poor counting skills after 80.  Her good friend Joanie informed her that I had two 88 days in my seizure count and two 94 days or something like that.  Hope my human didn’t put “good at math “ in her dating profile.  So as a result, I am going to jump my numbers by two today.
Have a good one.  Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 99

Everybody needs a Glady

Heaven help us.  Well…help the FG.  Rumor has it he is entered in a dog show his weekend.  Actually, a couple of shows. And when was the last time he was in a show?  Was it February?  Needless to say, he and my human are not well prepared.  So they needed some help.  So who ya gonna call when you are in desperate need of some show handling tips?  Besides the patron saint of dogs?  Why you call Glady. Glady the dog whisperer.

Glady is the reason why my human got into the whole dog show world in the first place.  It was probably 100 years  ago….OK, maybe more like 30, and my human still remembers the day.  She was working in one office for a particular institution, and she went to visit another office for the same institution.  And she started talking with one of the secretaries.  That would be Glady.  My human happened to notice a photo on Glady’s desk – a dog photo.  When my human asked about the lovely Keeshond in th picture, Glady explained that the dog was actually deceased.  But he was a very special dog – Glady’s first Keeshond, Chinook. And he was the start, the foundation – of a lifetime of involvement in the world of purebred dogs.  Glady knew very little about dog shows in 1977, but was convinced to enter one with Chinook.  He won the breed the first time out.  And she was hooked.  It wasn’t long before he had a Best in Show under his…collar – and it would be the first of MANY Best in Shows for Glady – with a number of her dogs.  She went on to breed some of the top Keeshond in Canada – and her dogs excelled not only in the conformation ring,  but in obedience as well – often under the training of Gladys’s husband, Don.  In addition to breeding and showing, Glady and Don were involved in numerous dog clubs – and Glady was even invited to judge Keeshonds at a specialty  show in the US. She became quite the breed expert – and mentor for so many in the dog world – including my human.  Glady encouraged my human to get her first Bernese and was always helpful with tips and suggestions for showing.  My human’s first Bernese was a wonderful dog – but NOT a show dog.  My human learned that quickly when she took him to a fun match, which Glady was judging and they placed dead last. He did become a good obedience dog though!
The first time my human went to Crufts, she went with Glady.  She even managed to convince Glady to go to a Bernese specialty with her in Rhode Island.  They had quite the adventures.
These days Glady isn’t breeding anymore, but she has a good friend who has carried on her lines.  She still is owned by 2 Keeshonds – one of whom is the same age as the FG.  She can relate to similar “behavioral” traits…
Somehow, time sometimes gets away from  humans – and it had been awhile since my human had been out to visit Glady and Don.  With the upcoming show,  my human called for help.  Glady was more than happy to oblige – and it would also provide an opportunity to visit and catch up.
Right now Glady is waiting for some knee surgery – so she can’t run around the ring – which she SO loves to do.  But she did attempt to take the FG around to show my human what he looked like.  She also videotaped him, and they then reviewed the tape. Her comments and feedback were extremely helpful.
But the best part was the visit.  They shared stories over a cup of tea and some yummy cake.  When you have a good old friend, it’s easy to feel comfortable-and the time just flies.  On top of it all, my human came home with homegrown tomatoes, dehydrated chicken for US AND some homemade wine.  But best of all, she came home with a smile on her face – thinking how lucky she is to have a friend like Glady after all these years. 
Now if she can just remember all Glady’s instructions when she gets in that show ring.  Heaven help them…
Have a good one.  Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 97

Rainbows

August 27.  And according to the crazy calendar, it is Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day.  Honestly, for humans who have been owned by dogs… that is every single day… you never forget those you have lost.

Anyone who has lived with and loved their dog, knows how difficult it is to lose us.  There is a quote by an unknown author that says “Having a dog will bless you with the happiest days of your life, and one of the worst days.” 
But the promise of meeting again some day at the Rainbow Bridge brings comfort and a sense of peace to many.  And while some find the grief so overwhelming, and they say they will never get another dog, others cannot imagine life without a dog. Imagine how QUIET and boring our place would be.  One can never replace one dog with another- but one can open ones heart to a whole new lifetime of memories.  
OK.  And now for something a little lighter.  Guess what the rumor mill is saying about Meghan and Harry?????!!!!!  No.  She’s not pregnant.  They got a dog!! Reportedly the new Royal Canine joins Meghan’s Beagle, Guy – and it is…..a Polish Lowland Sheepdog!  Just kidding.  It’s a Labrador Retriever.   I can’t wait to learn more.  I hope they named him Viktor.  I’m SURE she MUST read my blog – so no doubt she will name him after me.  
Well, the FG has some serious grooming yesterday.  It took all of 20 minutes.  But that’s a lot for him.  Something is up. But I’m not sure what….
Have a good one.  Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 96