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Thanks for all the encouraging words about our resident runaway.  Nice to know that the FG’s flight risk status will probably improve within the next 5 years!

So I didn’t tell you about our other Christmas gift.  It was all wrapped up – and my human didn’t know who should unwrap it.  She gave it to me – and I did nothing with it.  It didn’t smell like food – so I didn’t care.  The FG just stared at it.  And then our old unwrapping pro did his thing – Einstein happily shredded the paper.  And what was inside?  A stuffed hedgehog.  That makes a weird pig-like noise when you squeeze him.  Well, Einstein figured he unwrapped it, so it was HIS gift.  My human had to trade for a treat so we could each get to play Find the Hedgehog.  Einstein actually got to go first and loved the new rodent-like thing.  And he consistently found him.  I found him – but did NOT want to give him up.  My human specifically chose THIS animal because his appendages are very small – and hard to rip off.  Not that I didn’t try.  REALLY hard.  My human ended up going around and around the dining room table with a tasty treat in hand – trying to get the hedgehog from me.  I don’t know what overcame me – I just felt this incredible overpowering urge to dissect the thing.  Mind you, I do that with the bunny too….Then it was the FG’s turn.  He found the hedgehog right away.  And at first, he just stood and stared at it.  Then he grabbed it and tossed it.  And then flung it again.  And again.  He didn’t want to destroy him – he just wanted to hurl the thing.  And then pounce on it.  Suffice to say, that gift was a hit.  But none of us can be left alone with him…   He needs a name…I like Spike. 

We didn’t get to go for long walks yesterday as the winds were again VERY strong, and the temperatures very cold, so my delicate human didn’t want to venture too far.  Today should be better.  In fact, time to get my human moving.  She is getting just a little too used to this sleeping in thing.  Well, after she takes us out at 5AM…

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up!

I read somewhere that the average age for dogs being left at shelters is 18 months.  Close enough to 19 months.  The age of the FG…

Now before you think he is going to a shelter – I assure you he is NOT.  BUT – I understand why people surrender dogs at this age.  I think it’s called the teen age stage.  Was I ever THAT bad?  OK – don’t answer that – I’m STILL bad – as evidenced by my reckless behavior on Christmas eve.  And let’s face it, if given the chance to chase a bunny….I still would do it.  But after my chase-a-thon, I come home.  And there is a PURPOSE in my running.  Not the FG.  He likes to run – just to run.

Yesterday was Boxing Day and of course my human is still off.  And sleeping on the couch.  I think she just likes to look at the Christmas tree.  At 5AM, I was squeaking to go out.  So she threw a coat over her pajamas and fuzzy robe and took me out.  And then she took Einstein out.  And the FG.  And then she fed us, marched back into the DFZ and stayed there until my pill alarm went off at 7AM. As soon as it was bright out, she figured she would take us for REAL walks – so she could then enjoy her breakfast.

The FG went first  And since there was no one up at the golf course, she figured they could have a good walk up there.  It was cold out, but the winds had died down from the day before.  As I understand it, we were lucky that our power was restored so quickly – some people are still without it.  Just as they got up to the club house, the FG unexpectedly bolted.  Now he was on a long leash and wearing his harness , but he surprised my human and she let go.  If his brain cells were pumping out power at that instant, he could have restored lights to many homes.  He KNEW he was free – and he QUICKLY grabbed the end of his leash.  My human watched in horror as he eyed the road (keeping in mind the golf course is at the end of the  dead end road – and there is NO real traffic at this time of year, except for residents – but she didn’t want to take ANY chances) – so she raced for the fairway.  And he raced behind, passed her like a rocket and was G.O.N.E.  She didn’t even bother to call him – she knew it was pointless.  He ran like an animal who was released into the wild after living in a zoo for 50 years.  And boy can he RUN.   He raced WIDE circles around my human.  And she kept running too – she wanted to keep him in the open fairways – and not off to the sides of the course – which border the woods.  She found a small group of trees between two fairways and hid.  When he came looking, she didn’t try to catch him, she just found a stick on the ground and started playing with it.  He showed some interest and walked toward her.  Then like lightning, those brain cells shouted “SHE IS GOING TO GRAB YOUR LEASH,”  so he turned and RACED away – this time WAY away.  At this point my human decided to call in reinforcements.  She figured Jackson’s humans might be awake and if Jackson came to the course, the FG would definitely go to him.  And Jackson is good at going to humans.  So she called but there was no answer – so she left a message to call her ASAP.  In the meantime, the FG reappeared – huffing and puffing from his run.  And wet.  Clearly he had been in one of the ponds – which are not yet frozen.  My human again hid behind some trees.  And he didn’t come.  Frankly, he didn’t care.  So she went to look for him and then spotted a miracle walking across the fairway.  Jackson and his human!  They had actually not heard her panicked message but had decided to come up for a walk too.  What luck! And sure enough, the FG raced over to them and within seconds was back in captivity.

Now my human was reluctant to tell this story – because she KNOWS people will shake their heads and say “that dog needs to learn a recall!”  And, trust me – she knows that and  they are working on it.  Daily.  But she isn’t even attempting to use the whistle outside yet – it would be pointless.  She won’t blow that thing outside until she is 99% certain he is going to return.  For those wondering – we DO have a fenced run outside our house.  Which is fine – but clearly not enough space for the FG to REALLY run.  We also have LOTS of property – but fencing all of it would be very costly.   We could fence the back lawn area – which would give good running room…perhaps we could put out a call for volunteers in the spring to help with the construction part!  In the meantime, my human figures no more long leashes.  Something about the physics of a long line versus a short line points to the fact that she has more control on a short line.  She also needs to find a good fenced area in the meantime where he could run.  She is not wild about dog parks.  Too much potential for problems – not to mention that we had a bad problem with leptospirosis at a couple of parks this fall – and although the bug has probably been killed off by the cold, my human doesn’t want to take any chances.

We know the FG is young and silly, but she wants him to be SAFE.  She was exhausted by the time she got home, but knew Einstein and I wanted to go out too.  She grabbed our leashes – but actually let us be free and we went down to the lake on our trail.  We practiced recalls, and gave the appearance of being well behaved.  We knew she had good treats in her pockets. Who KNEW Einstein and I could be so good.

If anyone in our area reads this and has a suggestion on where to allow the FG to go and run off some steam – safely, let us know.  In the meantime, he will be on a SHORT leash and will continue to work on that recall.  Just how long does this teen age stage last?

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!

December 26.  So it’s Boxing Day.  I think it’s named for the fights that break out at stores as people rush to get bargains the day after Christmas.  Or they want to return the gift of those pants that don’t fit so well because someone has been eating too many Christmas cookies for weeks.  Not to mention the Halloween candy from 2016.

Well as I understand it, most places have sales today – but not here in Nova Scotia.  Nothing much is open.  So we have Boxing Day the day AFTER Boxing Day.  But we still call it Boxing Day sales.  Seriously.  Anyway, we don’t need ANYTHING – so my human will not be venturing out to stand in lines or box with fellow shoppers.  Once upon a time in her MUCH younger years, she would have gone out for bargains.  Not now – she’s too old to do it.  And too broke being owned by us three canines!!!

So Christmas and Christmas Eve were good – although NOT without drama.  First off,  it’s really a miracle Santa left anything for me at all. You see…I was a bit naughty.  Remember how last year I was smuggled into my human’s mother’s dog-free apartment on Christmas eve? So I would be able to get my medication on time during dinner.  Well we attempted the same clandestine operation this year.  And remember how last year I behaved and settled down and got to stay for the whole evening?  Yeah.  Not so much this year…I was…in a word…bad.  I wouldn’t settle down.  I kept trying to get into gifts.  I kept trying to sample human food.  Er – steal human food.  When I was sequestered in a bathroom, where I could STILL see all the proceedings, I kept squeaking.  Honestly, I found the apartment too hot.  And I was bored.  So after about 1.5 hours of begging me to settle down, my human packed me in the car and brought me home.  And I RACED in to tell Einstein and the FG where I had been.  And my human went back to the party.  When we had left the party to come home, I thought we were coming to get the others – who knew she would go back without us!

Anyway, I guess Santa didn’t hear about my behavior in time to withhold the goods.  So the next morning, I STILL got presents.  This year, my human didn’t attempt to allow us to open them in the DFZ.  Last year, Einstein and I got into a squabble and it was a MIRACLE no ornaments on the tree were busted.  So this year it was a tear-a-thon outside the DFZ.

So what did the jolly guy bring us?  Well he brought us special treats.  Which we were not allowed to unwrap because we would have eaten them all. 

Then, we got wood.  No kidding.  Big hunks of heavy wood.  Check them out:
http://petvalu.com/product/51279/gorilla-chew-ware
I’m not going to say much – but really –  we live surrounded by trees and my human goes out (or should I say “Santa”) goes out, and buys us heavy hunks of wood.  And I mean HEAVY.  If we drop one of those things on her toes, there will be much moaning and groaning.  Initially we all just looked at them after we tore off the paper.  Here she is trying to keep us from chewing things like table legs and chair rails.  And she gets us wood.  Good thing we love her.  And we DID start to chew them a bit – but since she got the size designed for a lion, it’s hard to even hold onto the things.  Oh well – they will probably get more use than those educational toys she bought one year.

We also did get some Nylabones.  Those we can actually pick up.

We also got one other gift we have to share.  Tell you about that  one tomorrow.  And NO clothes.

So despite my less than admirable behavior, Christmas eve ended up fine.  And then we had Christmas day.  And more drama.  But this time, for a change, the drama had nothing to do with us canines.  You see, my human was up bright and early because we were hosting dinner for her mother and sister.  She put the turkey in the oven in the morning, got all the veggies ready to go (which we got to sample), set the table, and was all excited for the big day.  We were playing with/chewing our new bones and all was right with the world.  Except one thing.  The weather.  In the morning we had freezing rain, and by afternoon it began to pour rain.  Now that would not have been too bad – but as the afternoon wore on, the winds picked up.  They were blowing like a hurricane.  And although the rain stopped, the winds could practically carry you away.  Good thing we were on leashes when we went out for our walks.

Just before my human’s mother and sister were to arrive, my human took me out to pee.  And as we were walking back in the house, she noticed that the Christmas window lights were not on.  And her heart sank.  Power outage.  With the turkey still cooking.  And the veggies no where near being ready.  What to do?  What to do?  A call to the power company indicated it would be several HOURS before restoration.  Right about then, the family arrived.  My human and her sister tried desperately to light a fire in the charcoal BBQ grill.  No luck – it kept blowing out.  Our neighbors (who have a gas stove) kindly invited them to their place for dinner- but it would have been a bit hard for my human’s mother to manage and maneuver in the dark.  So they packed everything up.  The turkey, the veggies, the stuffing, the rolls, the dessert – and went back to my human’s mother’s place – because she thankfully still had power in the city.  We canines got our dinner in the dark before they left and I got my medication.  

MERRY Christmas!!!!  OK – I don’t have time to write – because despite our less-than-perfect behavior this year, Santa STILL left gifts for us!  We were all sound asleep, so none of us even heard him arrive.  So much for watch dogs.  But presents were left under the tree for us – and they have our names on them – so I don’t think it was a mistake.   We have to go open them and I also need to help my human get the turkey in the oven.  Actually, I’m not REALLY helping – just praying that the whole thing is dropped on the floor or left unattended for a few minutes…

Anyway – gotta go.  Have a fabulous day – and I hope you are able to spend it with those you love.

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up!

My human has been sleeping on the couch the past week. In the DFZ.  And no doubt when I tell this story, some of you will think she has lost her mind. And that is probably true, living with us…

So we know she tried to let the FG sleep free in the bedroom with us.  And it was anything but restful.  And then she let HIM stay free in the bedroom, without me and Einstein.  And he DID sleep – but we were upset.  So the ultimate goal is to have all of us SLEEPING together.  With HIM out of the crate.  So my human had this “bright” idea. She would let the FG free at night – with me and Einstein.  And SHE would sleep in the DFZ.   Really.  Anyway, she locks herself in the DFZ – where we can all see her, but we can’t get in.  So SHE gets to sleep.  And Einstein and I are getting used to sleeping with the FG out of his crate.  The first couple of nights – he was crazy.  He had never been free at night – so he tormented me and Einstein to no end.  And at 2 AM he decided to play bowl hockey with one of the metal food bowls.  Then he started crying.  I think that was the night my human took him out to pee and then put him in his crate.

But since then, it IS getting better.  We sleep wherever we want – in the kitchen or dining room – and everyone is content.  AND my human gets to sleep.  Now you may wonder why she didn’t just sleep in the bedroom – and sequester all of us together outside the bedroom.  The answer: she was worried that IF I had a seizure, she would not hear me.  And so when she sleeps in the DFZ, she can easily hear us – so that seemed like a good idea.  If you’re wondering – my seizures seem to be down to 1-2  a month – and they seem to occur within a 48 hour period.   So it’s  BETTER – but we are still working to get them down to one or LESS per month.

Anyway – back to the subject of sleeping.  We have a goal that before my human goes back to work, she will again be sleeping in her bed, and all of us will be free in the bedroom.  And you know – I THINK it may work.

Oh – and the FG is starting to respond pretty consistently to the whistle when playing with the new tug toy.  So it appears he IS trainable.  He and I are ALMOST buddies now.  And I must confess that although it has taken more than a year, I am really starting to like him.  It is not unusual to find the two of us curled up next to each other.  I won’t yet go so far as to PLAY with him, but I have no problems with him being in my personal space.  At ALL.

Well I had better finish my letter to Santa.  I am counting on the fact that he reads email requests.

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up. 

So her first day of vacation, and what does she decide to do?  Give us baths.  Great.   I went first.  I’m actually not too bad with all this grooming stuff.  But who knew she needed to brush me first.  And for some reason, I must be growing  a winter coat – because she brushed off enough hair to practically fill a garbage bag.  OK, maybe not that much – but still quite a bit. When she was done brushing I ASSUMED we were DONE.  Imagine my shock when she whisked me into the tub.  The best part for me was when I started to fuss when I was 3/4 dry and she didn’t pay attention to wear she was pointing the jet engine dryer nozzle – and she aimed it at the garbage can with all my hair in it.  Suddenly it was snowing PON hair all over the garage.  I thought it was pretty amusing – but my human – not so much.

Then it was time to do the drama king.  Einstein – who moans and groans throughout the process. Unless he is getting a treat.  So what I learned by watching, is that HE got more treats for MIS-behaving than I did for being good.  Not that I didn’t get an entire pocket full of treats – but I swear I counted and he got more than me.  Then after the fluff-a-thon, she decides to take photos.  Einstein and I stared at her.

Today is an extraordinarily wonderful day.  Why?  Because it’s December 21st – and the Winter Solstice!  Which MEANS – from here on in, the days will be starting to get LONGER. YAHOO.  I mean this walking in the dark in the morning AND at night is a bit much. And yesterday morning, we didn’t even get a morning walk at ALL.  We were restricted to a leash walk around the back of the house – because overnight there had been a temperature drop – after raining all day – and the driveway was like a skating rink.  And the part on the hill was like a luge run.  There was NO way my human was going to attempt a walk with us.  She drove up to the road to get the paper.  She probably could have walked up with Einstein as he CAN walk nicely under control – but taking me or the FG  would have been a death wish.  The FG was quite annoyed, but went bounding around the back of the house (on leash) and quickly did his business  And then he did this thing that drives my human bonkers in the morning.  In the dark.  He just stands and stares off into the woods.  Like for a LONG time.  It’s like he is hearing SOMETHING and he doesn’t move a muscle.   My human waited for him.  And waited.  And then she started to get kind of freaked out wondering what he was listening to, so she told him to come along.  He did – but he kept turning back to look toward the lake.  Spoooooooky.   He told me he does it just to get her going.  I told him he better watch out – you know who is watching.

And my bet was right – the FG was the first one to have a bath.   He doesn’t REALLY mind too much. and he really seems to enjoy the blow drying part.   And he looked exactly the same when the whole ordeal was over.  OK.  Maybe a BIT fluffier.  And he did smell nice.  But of course as SOON as he was finished he wanted to go out to pee.  I mean everybody needs to pee after being at the spa.  And of course, he wanted to pee in a muddy pile of wet leaves.  So much for Mr. Fluff.

Well my human is officially ON VACATION.  So I expect longer walks and LOTS of fetch from here on in.  Have to take advantage of that extra minute of daylight!

Have a good one! Peace and paws up!

OK. So I generally do not repeat my blog postings.  But I did this post last year – and I think it bears repeating.   Probably because it took my human and I SO long to write it.  The poem, also known as The Night Before Christmas was written by Clement Moore.   I took Clement’s version – and modified it.  And I updated it for this year.  This goes out to all those canines and their humans who read my blog – and my apologies in advance for the many names I am missing!!!!!  My human poured over Facebook pages trying to find names and I KNOW there are others who read my blog who I undoubtedly missed-  please know that I appreciate each and every one of you.  In some cases, some of the dogs may no longer be with us – but they are still in our hearts – so they remain in the poem.  I also appreciate those humans who aren’t currently owned by dogs – who read my blog!  If you ever feel the need for a dog fix, I am available for rental.

I hope you will enjoy it – even though it is the second time around!

OK this recall thing is really getting to be a bit much.  If you think you are tired of hearing about it, imagine how tired Einstein and I are when she keeps testing US every chance she gets.  Like yesterday morning.  She took us on our trail to the lake and let us run ahead.  Then she would call us.  She did it several times.  It got to the point that we didn’t even want to go far ahead because we KNEW she would call us.  On this test I must confess, I WAS a bit slow…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6fYNNw0Xi0

As usual, Einstein did it perfectly.  Show off.

The Christmas preparations are in full swing and the countdown is ON.  My human and her sister baked cookies – most of which have already been eaten.  I kid you  not.  Gone.  And let’s just say it wasn’t us DOGS eating them.  I can hear the moaning and groaning already after the holidays.  My human is stills sporting extra lbs. from Halloween candy – from 2016.

She bought a turkey big enough to feed a small army – probably because all the normal sized turkeys were already sold.  I’m pretty sure the thing weighs more than me.  The house is fully decorated.  There is one major thing yet to be done.  The annual Christmas bath.  For us dogs.  Not my human.  I’m sure she has had several since last Christmas.  Mind you -so have we.  What it is with this “being clean for the holidays.”  You put up with our raggedy stinky selves all year – what’s with need to impress Santa.  I mean “he sees us when we’re sleeping, he’s knows when we’re dirty.”  Isn’t that how the song goes?  We’re taking bets as to who goes first.   I’m betting the FG.  He’s the easiest and fastest.  He stands like a statue while he is being dried off – with the wind blowing his hair like he is in some kind of shampoo commercial.  And when he is done – he looks exactly the same.  Waste of time if you ask me.  Mind you, I vote we start with him, on the off chance that my human gets busy and she doesn’t have time to do us PONs.  Fat chance.  She would stay up until 3 AM.  It’s been done before…

Well she is off to work today and tomorrow and then rumor has it, she may be DONE until after New Years!  Don’t I love the holidays.  Actually, it makes the bath worth it! Almost…

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up!

And so it begins.  My human is determined to get a more reliable recall with the FG.  Actually ANY kind of recall at this point.  So she went out in search of two things and arrived home yesterday with her new training tools.  A shock collar and cattle prod.  JUST KIDDING!!!!  JUST KIDDING!!!!!!!  No – she arrived home with a whistle and a fabulous new tug toy. You see, someone suggested training him to recall to a whistle – and since he doesn’t respond to his name, “come” or “here” she figured that a whistle would be a new fresh option.  Now I’m SURE we have a whistle somewhere in this house, but of course, she couldn’t find it so it was off to the whistle store to get a new one.

Now when she read about training to a whistle, it was suggested that the whistle be paired with food – like when giving him a meal.  They suggested putting his food dish down, holding his collar, blowing the whistle and then letting go.  So the dog learns to associate the whistle with something he likes.  Then when he hears the whistle, he will learn to come.  Seems reasonable.  Except one can never tell with the FG if he even wants his food bowl.  Unlike us PONs who essentially jump into our bowls ANY time, the FG is 50-50.  Some days he eats his whole bowl.  Some days he walks around looking at it sizing it up.  Some days he just lies down and starts chewing a bone.  Food is NOT a high drive item for him.  BUT – he does like to tug.  And chase.  So my human figured a great new tug toy would serve as the motivator.

So she got home and sequestered Einstein and I because there was no way she could train the FG if we were hanging around.  She took him downstairs to the rec room to work with him on his own.  She showed him the new toy and began to tug with him.  He was having a GRAND time.  And when she tells him to release – he does.  So then she held the toy in front of him, blew the whistle and waited for him to lunge forward and grab it.  At first he just sat and stared at it.  She waited and he eventually grabbed it.  And after a few tries, he was starting to get faster.  BINGO. This was just what she wanted.  So they tugged and played for just a few minutes.  One thing my human knows is that the FG has the attention span of a gnat.  So you have to work within that span and if you go PAST it – that’s when you lose him.  So they ended on a good note and stopped – and he WAS still interested in the toy.  Which is perfect.  While he was training, Einstein and I were barking and moaning.  So then we got a turn.  Of course, the very first time my human made Einstein wait and then she blew the whistle, he immediately grabbed the toy.  Now keep in mind that Einstein had not SEEN how the game is played.  He figured it out automatically.  That’s why we call him Einstein.  My human did a bit of obedience work with him and although he hasn’t done any REAL training in months – he knows just what to do.  They really should get back into competition next year…

Then is was my turn.  I tend to be over the top at the best of times, so my human figured a whistle was not REALLY all that necessary.  And tugging with me is also NOT a great idea – as I don’t like to let go.  So retrieving and trading for a treat is much more “my thing.” So I got to retrieve the new tug toy.  Which I usually brought back.  If there was a treat…

We’ll see how this whole whistle thing goes.  In THEORY it should work with a LOT of practice.  A LOT of practice.  Like maybe by the time the FG is 10, he might have it down.

Plus my human should put a whistle on her list for Santa.  Heaven knows she will lose the thing within 48 hours.  I forgot to mention that she went and bought this fancy whistle – and it really didn’t work all that well -it was a pretty weak sounding thing.  I mean it was a whistle sound, but not a strong whistle sound.  She obviously didn’t read the instructions.  And then, thankfully, she found this helpful video. 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-WnVriVP7s
Seriously.  Who do you know who can’t use a whistle correctly?  Yup.  My human.  That’s what 6 years in university will do for you.  She was using it wrong.  Good thing we love her. 

Anyway, we should probably buy a few dozen whistles- one for every coat pocket, and one for every room in the house… I wonder where you can buy whistles in bulk? 

Have a good one. Peace and paws up!