Friday, April 21, 2017 update?

I really should make a promise to myself to update this place even more, though I'm not sure anyone is following along. Some updates on the dogs.

Dahlia continues to improve after her vestibular attack. We have had no recurrences since it happened almost a year and a half ago. She is still a little bit wobbly and tends fall over if Ben runs into her too fast, but she's holding her own for the most part. Her confidence has flagged a bit and there are certain things she just can't do anymore -- like get up on the couch, roll over, and sit pretty. She even struggles with sit and we end up with a weird, crooked sit that takes her a moment to get situated in. She prefers standing or laying down these days but I'm constantly working on sit with her to try to increase her muscle strength.

 Dahlia's awkward sit

But she's still as wonderful and happy and cuddly as ever. She recently had a cyst get infected on her back. I was panicked that it was something else. You know, the fear that it's really some awful evil cancerous tumor. She was treated with antibiotics and after the thing burst open (which resulted in several really gross days of cleaning the area and cutting away all the fur, it healed up. Now she's left with a missing patch of hair but the cyst is completely gone.

Frankly, she's looking pretty good.

 Even if she's in desperate need of a good grooming session...

She's been doing so well that I've seen her actually leap over things. Like full on agility leaping.

Not a good picture, but look at her go!

And to that end, I got her out doing a little agility over a low (8") jump. Just for fun. Because why not? If she couldn't do it, that would be the end of it. And at first she looked a little worried. But then all of a sudden it clicked and she just looked so happy that it made my heart glad.

Picture by my husband

She's now about 11ish (and in fact, yesterday marks 9 years since I met Dahlia on a transport!) and is just forever my heart dog.

Ben is, of course, Ben. He's still a little crazy, a little mouthy, a little loud. But he's settled really nicely into our house and our routine. Every morning he goes for a decent length walk and otherwise gets to spend a fair amount of time out in our yard watching squirrels and chasing the occasional rabbit (and once even a cat!) who get into our backyard. In the evening, he can often be found goading Dahlia into a silly game inside the house.

Here's how that game goes. He starts playbowing and throwing himself at Dahlia until she responds. She comes up with a roar and he takes off running with her chasing him just partway. Now, to totally understand this game, you have to understand how our house is laid out. Here is a totally not drawn to scale idea of how part of our first floor is laid out.

I'm awesome at Paint, aren't I? So Dahlia is usually somewhere around where the X is and Ben will get her all riled up and take off. She'll usually chase him to Y. Now he has all this room to move around between the dining room and kitchen. And what he ends up doing is racing off and then sneaking back so he's behind Dahlia. She'll take a bit to notice him then turn and leap at him and off he goes again. 

And you see that little space between things just below Y? That's the space between my recliner and an end table. Ben will also fly between there and Dahlia will come back into the living room to bark at him and then he'll go back through the space, around, and come up behind her. It's hilarious and a totally fun game that he has invented. He gets tired out and Dahlia doesn't have to do much but participate. Which she happily does!

Ben really knows how to read Dahlia. And it's wonderful to see. Like, take the times that we've tossed his toy and it's ended up against Dahlia while she lays on her bed. Ben knows he's going to get shouted at if he tries to retrieve it. So he goes over to her, goes into his playbow/bark routine until she responds to him by getting up and barking at him. You can imagine what he does next! He rushes right in and snags that toy. Such a smart boy and so much fun to watch. He is a happy joyful dog who makes us laugh every day. I really cannot imagine our lives without him. We're coming up on two years already this June!

He continues to rock it in agility classes. We're nowhere near ready to go to trials, which is probably good and bad at the same time. He's really doing well with handling but we're very far behind with contacts and weaves. I'm working on weaves at home and hopefully we'll nail down contacts soon. I feel ready to get him out there. I'm hoping for a fun match sometime soon! 

Here are some recent videos of Ben in agility class. I'm very proud of how far he's come and how well he does! He loves it!

He's just my best little boy and I'm always so happy to come home to his precious face.

   Storm watching buddies

Picture by my husband

Hangin' in the park... 

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Attempting to return

I keep meaning to come back here.

I never do.

I don't know why.

So I'm here now. Life in our household has changed dramatically since the last time I wrote anything here (was it really 2014?).

We got married the end of June 2014.

We got a house the following April. A house with a fenced in yard. No landlord restrictions on the number of dogs we could have. It even cost us less (well, in mortgage + taxes, let's not pretend it cost us any less when we figured in repairs and things you need for a new house).

And then in June 2015, we got a second dog. That's right. We're no longer a one-dog household. On June 23, I sent in an application to the ever amazing Glen Highland Farm, and four days later we went to the farm to meet four dogs.

Really we only had to meet one. I knew before I even arrived that we would be coming home with him. He was another fate dog, you see. I had seen his photo on Petfinder soon after moving into our house. Something about that little face drew me right in. And they described him as cuddly and affectionate and a "hunk of love." I admit I was smitten. But he was too far away. Through a crazy series of oddball things, he ended up coming to a foster home who got him listed on the Glen Highland Farm page. And voila! I knew he was the dog for us.

After meeting him, we were so sure he was our dog that we only met one of the other dogs and then only for a couple minutes. We chose to spend more time with Ben to make 100% sure he was the right dog.

He was.

So on June 27, 2015, Ben came home.


He was a bundle of nervous energy who took some time to settle. But Dahlia loved him instantly. They played chase. They played tug. She even allowed him to jump on her head and rile her up. There have been no real cross words between them, though Dahlia does occasionally put him in his place. They are the perfect pair.

And yes.

They look a little bit alike,


We don't really know what Ben is, but we're sure there's Border Collie in there. We suspect there could be a bit of Springer Spaniel, especially with those hilariously spotted feet.


But the truth is we don't really know. And we don't really care. He's just become our amazing little man, Benjamin Willard MacKenzie (registered with the AKC as Spanley's Greatest Adventure).

Ben has begun agility training and he's fast and driven and excited. He is easy to work up (and also easy to over arouse!). He's very different from my laid back girl and so it's been a whole new world to start teaching him. Here he is trying his first ever seminar last April. He's faster and more confident now, but it's not bad for his first time trying to put any of it together!

We have a long way to go and much to learn still, but the process has been fun and fascinating!

On the sadder side of things, the ever amazing Miss Dahlia has been retired from agility. Not because we got Ben, but because back in December, she was struck down with vestibular disease. We woke up early one morning to find her unable to walk, her head moving all over the place, frightened and nauseous. A rush to the emergency vet yielded a much better result than we thought it was going to (we left thinking it was a stroke and we were going to have to say goodbye to her). She was diagnosed with vestibular disease, an idiopathic inflammation of the nerve that goes from the inner ear to the brain. In other words: severe vertigo that lasts for days. You can read more about the disease and her subsequent recovery here if you desire.

Suffice it to say, it was a rough road that involved some days of carrying her outside and sleeping on the couch to be near her. Thankfully she is, I'd say, about 95% recovered. She races after Ben and still chases him around the yard.


She can even do a little backyard agility.


But she is just a little bit wobblier than before. She tends to lose her balance and faceplant because she cannot right herself. And so doing proper agility is just not something I'm willing to risk with her. So we do the occasional low jump (set 8-12 inches instead of her usual 16) and tunnel and leave it at that. Otherwise she's our best girl, who goes on slow walks around the neighborhood and gets belly rubs.

She sure did enjoy going back to Glen Highland Farm this year!


We're thankful everyday that she's still with us, even if our time doing agility was cut off sooner than I expected.

So that's where things stand now. I hope to come back here and talk more about the dogs, especially my agility journey with Ben. He's such an amazing dog!

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Success for the Non-Competitor

When I started agility, I went in with absolutely no idea what to expect out of myself or my dog. I stepped into class with a dog who was mellow and sweet and had a brilliant stay. A seriously brilliant stay. As in, I could walk a few hundred yards and she wouldn’t move a muscle. Of course, that translated to a dog who was sure that her goal in front of a jump was to stay and keep staying, no matter what I did. Proofing? We had it. We really had it.

What I didn’t have was an ace agility dog. Or even a dog with a lot of energy. It’s been four years since I started agility with that dog and I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I want to do with her in agility. Get a C-ATCH? Never. A MACH? Ha. That’s a good one.

After only going to one trial in the past year (one that was an unmitigated disaster, though she did have a really awesome stay!), I finally came to a conclusion: It’s not titles or ribbons. It’s not even trials. I’m not sure if we’ll ever go back to a trial at this point and if we do, it won’t be with the goal of getting big qualifying scores and titles. That’s for a lot of people. Most people in agility, I would wager. But it sure isn’t for me and my girl.

Success is fairly easy to define if you’re going to trials. Oh, it will be different for everyone. But there are certain measures of success. The big measures of success are the Q’s, the ribbons, the titles you can attach to your dog’s name. There are the smaller ones of course, the sorts of performance goals like hitting a solid 2on/2off on the A-Frame or being able to lead out past the second jump or getting that darned tunnel/dog walk discrimination that’s been tripping you up. Those used to be my goals, my measures of success. I still remember the thrill of the first time my dog took the A-Frame at a trial, the first time she did the teeter. She didn’t Q either time because something else went wrong, but I remember feeling that as a team we had been successful because we met those goals.

But that was then. This is now. And how do you define success when you’re not working toward the goal of getting a Q or a title? What is considered successful when you’re only going to classes?
At this point, I have really one measure of success for our classes. One and one only. Ready for my big measure of success? My big goal?

After every class I ask myself one question:

Did my dog have fun?

That’s it. That’s the measure of success for me. Did she look happy? Was she excited? Did she enjoy playing the game with me? Did she pounce on the ball o’ treats (aka Clean Run’s Lotus Ball) with great glee?

If she didn’t have fun, then why not? What can I do to change that? We certainly went through a time where every class seemed like a chore, where she was obviously not having fun. So I found I had to reward her more, had to get her more excited, had to relax and be more playful with her.

It really is that simple for me. If we walk out of class and we had fun together, it was successful. Maybe we weren't perfect (ok so we likely weren't), but that's not important. It really is all about having fun together and as long as we do, that's all that really matters.
This was written as part of the Dog Agility Blogger's Action Day's "success" theme. Please check out all the other amazing posts here.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Been a long time

I'm not even sure if anyone follows this blog anymore. It's really been so long since I've updated over here.

One of my last posts was my Goals for 2013 post.

I had some pretty decent goals. Unfortunately, much of that went by the wayside very early on in the year. In mid-January, Dahlia was attacked at a play group by another dog. She's had dogs go after her before, but this time was different. This time she got injured. A minor one to be sure (she had one small, shallow puncture wound on her shoulder), but that was enough to make her nervous of other dogs being around, especially when she was working.

I took her to a trial late in January and she was so stressed out that she just shut down and refused to move off the start line. Twice. I ended up pulling her from the trial and went home to cry.

I decided not to go back to another trial until I could be at an outdoor one, so I decided that I would go back to Max 200 in April. It was a small trial with terrible weather (about 45 degrees and cold and windy) and so she did ok. I won't say she did great. She stayed with me. She at least took off from the start line even if she wasn't brilliant. Sometimes I had to babysit the obstacles. Sometimes she took off flying. It was really a hit or miss kind of thing. She ended up getting Q's in both Colors and Wildcard, which resulted in getting her first Level 2 title (CTL2-H).


I was incredibly proud of her.

But then we ran into more problems. She started to get so distracted in class she couldn't work all that well. We tried to work through that and I brought her to a trial in July. It was hot and humid and so she was lackadaisical to start with. She refused to do anything on the first run at all. I decided to try her for one more run. Between runs, a couple of dogs went for her. They were on long lines and didn't make contact with her so I thought nothing of it. I wet her down, got her excited, and she took off flying from the start. Over a jump, right into a tunnel. I was so pleased. But then the end of the tunnel faced directly where the two dogs were. She stopped and could not work with those two dogs staring at her from the other side of the ring (some 20-30 feet away).

We ended up going home in shame. The judge stopped to talk to us about it because she couldn't figure out what had happened. She was moving so well and then just...nothing.

She got worse in class at that point. I had a couple weeks of classes where she simply would not move. Every little thing distracted her. It was a struggle and I was ready to throw in the towel. My instructor suggested taking time off of trials (which ultimately had to happen anyway as I had no money for them) and focusing on getting her used to dealing with distractions. She said there are two types of dogs in agility: (1) Dogs who are distracted from the get go and who need to be worked with on that right from the start and (2) Dogs who go out to several trials, do well, and then suddenly realize there are distractions there and shut down. Dahlia is the latter. One of her dogs was too, so she sympathized.

I ended up taking Dahlia down to the park with one single jump and a ball that velcros closed to hide treats in it. One jump, ball o' treats. Another jump, ball o' treats. We did this until she could get excited and do it every time in a quiet place. We did a couple weeks of it where no one was around.

Then we upped the ante and moved it to a busier area of the park. And then nearer to the kids playing on the playground. Then nearer to where some dogs were. Eventually I added more than one jump and was able to keep her focus even with her Daddy laying just underneath the jump with a wide-angle lens, which enabled us to get photos of her that looked like this.


Working on distractions also enabled me to get this photo. I never could recall her over a jump while facing her with a camera before.


Isn't she gorgeous?

So that helped, but it still didn't quite get her where I wanted her to be. So my instructor suggested teaching her to bark since barking is naturally exciting to dogs. Perhaps I'll discuss how I went about doing that in another post. But suffice it to say, I taught my super quiet dog how to bark on command.

This has freed her in ways I never would have imagined. She's become a happier more focused dog in class. She now barks at us to play and even recently barked at me to tell me she really really had to go out because she wasn't feeling well. She is a changed dog and I didn't think that was possible.

So what will this year hold? I don't know. I'm not making any goals except to enjoy the experience with my dog. We'll try to get back to at least a trial or two, depending on the state of my finances. If she's not the same joyful dog she is in class, then it may ultimately not be worth it. I'll take her to class and have fun with her. If she turns out to be just a dog who enjoys class settings and fun matches, then so be it! I'll be ok with that in the end. Because just watching her on that video, just seeing how far she's come, that is the important thing.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Happy Gotcha Day Dahlia!

Five years ago today Dahlia woke up at her foster home, ate a stick of butter, and then was transported to meet up with us. I still remember her foster Mom telling us the stick of butter story (she hopped up on the table and ate it while she was out) and that she was a "little bit farty." She did not lie.

We fell in love with her anyway.

I cannot believe it's been five years already.

Today, Dahlia presents to you, 10 things that she will never ever learn.

What I will never ever learn
by Dahlia F. Beast

1. That not all photos are about me. (Though really, why shouldn't they be? I'm cuter than they are anyway!)



2. That no matter how long I stand at the bottom of the tree, the squirrels will not fall down into my mouth. (One may slip someday!  I'm not going to miss it if it happens!)



3. That every time I steal the butter there's a "tell" and so Mama always knows as soon as she sees me what I've done. (If I can figure this one out, I'll be gold. She'll never find where I've hidden the butter then!)



4. That every time I steal Mommy's chair (my chair), she'll lure me out with a treat and by the time I come back she's in it! (She's a rotten no good chair stealer is my Mama! Someday I'll figure out how to get the treat and get back into the chair before she can.)



5. That no matter how hard I try, I will never be able to catch treats. (But I do know they'll always land on the floor near me somewhere.)



6. To swim. Even though I can wade pretty good! (Swimming is scary! Your legs leave the ground! What's up with that?)



7.  That going into the pond always results in the hose of doom. (I will never understand this. The pond smells delicious.)



 8. That I cannot control all the dogs no matter how hard I try. (But I will persevere!)



9. That try though I might, I will never be faster than the other dogs. (But I'll have a great ol' time trying!)




10.  The meaning of "too close." (One really can't be too close to their people, right?)



From sad and confused...


To the happy dog of today...


Happy five amazing years, Dahlia!  Here's to many more!

Thursday, March 28, 2013

100 things #37: BACON!!!

This photo really doesn't need any sort of introduction does it?

Sony A580 | Tamron 18-200mm |  f/5.6 | 1/800 | ISO 100 | 18mm

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Internationalization: The Newbie's Perspective

This post was written for the Dog Agility Blog Event.  You can see all the fabulous posts here.


When I first read that the subject for this month's blog action day was "Internationalization" I have to admit that, much like my dog when she has no clue what I'm on about, I cocked my head to the side and went "Huh?"

We're a pretty green team.

Ok wait.  Back up.  We're a super green team.  And we're not talking about those lovely mature shades like forest green or hunter green.  We're talking something like, say, chartreuse.  That color that's part green and part yellow.  The perfect color for Dahlia and I.  Part newbie, part scared out of my wits, part ready to tuck tail and run when faced with a course at a trial.  If I could, I'd get all her ribbons in chartreuse.  It seems fitting, after all.

But anyway...I digress.

What all this means is that I had to ask people what on earth "internationalization" meant outside of "going someplace other than the USA to trial."  So I asked a community I belong to.  Here were a fewof the answers that made the most sense to me.

International courses are hard and set up to really challenge handling.

To me, an international course is wrap-centric.

More hard angles, backsides of jumps, lots of twisty turns. Definitely made to challenge your handling skills
I understand all of that.  I may be green, but I've been involved in agility for over two years now and I've been reading about it and studying courses and talking to people about it for several years.

However, can I execute any of that?  Well, some.  But certainly not all.  Maybe not even most.

So when I watch these amazing international competitors my mind sort of boggles at how they get it all done, at the speed and grace and amazing fluidity of their running, the connection they have with their dog that at times seems almost supernatural.  I love watching it.  But frankly, it scares me.

Dahlia and I?  We're not "international" material.  We're not even national or regional or state material.  We're just a girl and her dog enjoying some time together.  We're CPE Level 2, not International.  People have been talking about internationalization "trickling down."  I understand it.  I really do.  People want more challenges.



But please, as you're considering these new challenges, as you're thinking of ways to up the ante, please don't let it trickle down too far.  Already, from my understanding, AKC Novice has become much harder than it was several years ago.  For someone at my level, it's incredibly challenging.  I spent an entire year in CPE Level 1 just trying to master the basics (and CPE Level 2 is awfully close to level 1, so we haven't progressed too far).  I attempted AKC Novice twice, both times failing to get one Q.  

Please try to remember the newbies, the green handlers, and even more so, the chartreuse ones like myself.  We're out there to enjoy ourselves, but if courses for newbies are too challenging, how many people are going to be scared off?  How many are going to throw in the towel and quit?  Sure, you may say "Then maybe they shouldn't have been doing that in the first place."  But why so?  Doing agility, even at our lowly level, has created a wonderful bond between Dahlia and I.  It's given her more confidence and more joy.  If we had quit early on because it was too challenging for us, none of that would have happened.  And that would have been a real shame.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

100 things #36: Valentine's Day

Sony A580 | Minolta 28mm f/2.8 | f/2.8 | 1/40 | ISO 3200 | 28mm

Monday, January 21, 2013

100 things #35: The Fun Police

Even though Dahlia is not the main focus in this photo I love it for how much of her personality it shows.  Dahlia is a "fun police" dog.  When other dogs get into wrestling or playing bitey face, Dahlia runs up behind them barking and tries to split them apart.  Here she is chasing Ruskin and Gracie, who were having a great rousing game of body slamming bitey face.

Sony A580 | Minolta 135mm f/2.8 | f/4.5 | 1/1250 | 135mm

100 things #34: The severed arm

Dahlia found part of a toy in the park.  I couldn't resist getting her attention long enough to get this shot.

Sony A580 | Minolta 135mm f/2.8 | f/4.5 | ISO 400 | 135mm

Thursday, January 17, 2013

What's gone wrong at Dogster?

I've followed Dogster, both on Facebook and on their website, for years.  I have a profile set up on their site for both Dahlia and Teri (my parent's dog), as well as profiles for dogs who have passed on.  I have communicated with others in their forums.  I get their e-mails in my inbox. And I actually read them.

Dogster claims to be "The #1 site for dog lovers on the Internet."  With over 111,000 likes on Facebook and over half a million members on their website, that may very well be true.  I cannot deny that a lot of people follow them and, hopefully, learn from some of the great articles they have had there over the years.

But lately there seems to be a turn the site is taking, with articles that are inflammatory in nature.  The first one I took issue with was a reprint of an article by Megan Segura called If You Bought Your Dog, I'm Judging You.  The article is exactly what it says it is.  In it, she lists the reasons she believes people choose to buy a dog instead of going to a shelter and for each one offers up several judgmental remarks about what she thinks of these people.  Her face "gets hot," her "stomach drops" and then "the rage begins."  

On Dogster's philosophy page, they list their values.  One of those values is "We champion adoption. And we support responsible breeders" (underline not added by myself).  If so, why post an article against that value?  As one commenter on the article pointed out "Judgement of anyone for any reason is ugly and has no place whatsoever in animal rescue."  There was simply no reason for alienating so many people and going against their own values.  Around here, we call that "hypocritical."

 The latest article, though, was not only inflammatory but wildly inaccurate and wholly offensive.  Dogster defends their posting of this article with the following: “Doghouse Confessionals” are intensely personal stories from our readers about life with their dogs. We recognize that ALL dogs need proper training and socialization and welcome your viewpoints in the article comments...We also understand that the experience shared by the author of this "Confessional" may not be that of all of our readers.

The article in question is called We Adopted a Pit Bull Mix -- Who Turned Aggressive on Us.  In it, the author of the article details her adoption, issues, and subsequent return of Marley, a supposed pit mix.  There are many things wrong with the way the author speaks of and dealt with Marley during his time with her.

She went to the shelter to adopt a large mixed breed dog like the one she had recently lost, an admirable thing to be sure.  The dog she fell in love with was Marley, a 12-week-old puppy who she was told was a Mastiff mix, even though she "knew he was probably not a Mastiff as he did not have the wrinkles."  Here's the first, fairly minor, quibble with this article: mixing breeds of dogs means you may remove certain aspects of one breed or the other.  My dog is likely mixed with Golden Retriever, yet there is nothing "golden" about her.

But then her concerns began: The dog had been neutered before the vet-recommended 5 months (a common thing at shelters who will often neuter dogs as young as 8 weeks old). The staff came to check multiple times on the puppy and one occasion they said "They all have those eyes," indicating they believed the dog was a pit bull mix.

In reality, is the dog in question a pit mix?  It's possible, but based on the photos it's also possible the dog is a mix of Sharpei, Great Dane, Mastiff, and many other breeds.  Without knowing a dog's specific origin, it is impossible to say whether or not a dog really has pit bull in him.  It's impossible to say what breeds are in any mix unless the parents are known.  I call my dog a Border Collie/Golden Retriever mix based on what I know of canine genetics, her looks, and her personality.  But she was a stray, parentage unknown.  Someone I know calls her a "hairy black farm dog."  That may be even more apt.

From here, the story takes a hard turn.  The dog begins to show fear issues (though the author mislabels them as "dominance" issues, thus perpetuating yet another myth): spooking at the sudden appearance of other people, barking at other dogs, their dogs getting into a fight (which, despite their "going for each other" she blames solely on Marley and says he wanted to kill the other dog).  After an incident of his showing extreme fear after being surprised by some people on holiday, they clearly would have done a few things: take the dog to the vet to make sure his health was in order (was he losing his vision? thyroid off? were his hips bad and causing him pain?) and if his health was fine, they'd start a program with a good behaviorist to work on his fear issues: LAT (Look At That), BAT (Behavior Adjustment Training), counter conditioning.  There are many ways to work on fear in a dog.  They would "crate and rotate" so that Marley was neither locked away nor let loose around other pets. They would walk him alone and work on his issues while out in the world.

Unfortunately, this is not what happened.  The dog was chained to their camping van for the remainder of their holiday (research has shown that chaining dogs increases frustration and fear and that many chained dogs become aggressive) and the author became afraid of him.  I'll give them credit for at least trying a few things, but when dealing with a dog who has such intense fear issues, unless you are a trained behaviorist, you simply cannot do it on your own. I know a fair bit about dog training, but I would never attempt to work on such severe issues without professional help (granted, they never would have gotten to that point with me as I would have begun working on them at the first sign of problems). They never even spoke to the shelter of the issues they were having with Marley.  Often the breeder, rescue, or shelter you get your dog from is a great resource for any issues you might be having, both major and minor.  Sometimes they have their own trainer on staff.  Often they can advise you as to what to do and who to go see about your dog. They are a resource that anyone who adopts from them absolutely should make use of.

In the end, they did finally get together with a trainer, one who used shock collars (something any behaviorist worth his/her salt would recommend against for a dog with fear issues).  They gave him one day to fix the problem and Marley "behaved" for the shock trainer.  But as soon as he was gone, he went for their other dog again, and that was it for Marley.  They returned him to the shelter, a shelter who had no idea that there were so many problems happening with this dog.  She said of this, "We did not enquire what happened to Marley afterward, but his prognosis was not good under the current legislation. I’m sorry, but I preferred not to know."

She preferred not to know.  Surely she must know what became of this dog.  If someone turns in aggressive dog here, the dog is immediately euthanized.  Sometimes they're euthanized even if they're not showing any aggressive tendencies, but it's done solely on the owner's statements.  I seem to recall one awful story in which someone stole their neighbor's dog, turned it into the shelter claiming it was their own and it was aggressive, and the dog was euthanized before the neighbor even knew what happened.  At any rate, Marley is dead.  I can guarantee you that much.  And saddest of all, Marley died surrounded by strangers in an intense state of fear.  If you have tried everything, if you have a dog who has such fear issues that you do not believe you can live with the dog or rehome him, if you feel that his quality of life is so poor that the best thing for him is to end his misery, then you take your dog to the vet, you be with him as they end his life, you allow him to be surrounded by those who supposedly love him instead of strangers.  But the author of the article could not even grant her dog this final kindness and instead turned him over to the shelter to let them do it.

Now after the author wrote this "confessional," do you think that the ultimate result was her taking responsibility, advising people to see a behaviorist or trainer before it's too late (According to Dogster, it's up to us, the readers, to educate, and not their site), being up front with the shelter or rescue, getting your dog in to a vet to evaluate him for possible physical causes of aggression?  No.  Ultimately, the author blamed the shelter for adopting her a pit bull mix when she had a multi-animal household.

The shelter is blameless here.  They adopted out a puppy of unknown origin to someone who claimed she understood dogs and wanted a large mixed breed puppy of "bully breed origin." They never knew of the issues she was having with him until she returned him at the end.  And moreover, she blamed his breed.  If she had only known, she would never have gotten a pit bull mix as, according to the author, pit bull mixes do not belong in multi-dog households.

The entire article left a bad taste in my mouth and I can't help but wonder why a site that bills itself as a site for dog lovers would actively promote BSL by posting it.  Dogster, of course, denies that the article is doing anything to promote the pit bull hater's agenda ("I disagree that this article is spreading misinformation about pit bulls.").  Rather than admit that perhaps they were wrong in posting the article, they have instead battened down the hatches and written to anyone critical of the article to warn us off posting on Dogster.

In fact, yesterday evening I received an e-mail from one Vicky Walker, managing editor of Dogster entitled "Please consider taking a break from the Dogster discussion today" and warning me that if I continued to post, I would be given a "time out" (in fact, Vicky has since banned me from posting anywhere on Dogster).

Clearly Dogster has spoken.  It is the #1 site for dog lovers unless you own a pit bull or pit bull mix or defend those breeds.  It is the #1 site for dog lovers unless you believe in taking responsibility for your own actions instead of blaming everyone else for your own failings.  Then you better forget getting on the site to defend the breed you know so well against the accusations that the author of the post in question made and you better forget trying to educate people on what went wrong in the story and how things could have been handled differently.  Well, no worries Dogster.  You have lost multiple people due to your posting of this article and your subsequent actions.  In time it seems this site will be as highly regarded as the now Cesar Millan-driven "Dog Breed Info" site is by real dog lovers.

What a shame. You have a huge audience and you have squandered your chance to reach them. Perhaps you should rethink your strategy a bit, as well as rethinking the type of reactionary and inflammatory people you hire to be "managing editors" on your site.

Edited to add: It appears that Vicky Walker, the "editing manager," is a friend of the author's.  And a long-time friend at that.  She says in one comment: "And speaking as Vicky's editor: I've known her for over 25 years."  Perhaps Dogster might have done better to allow an editor who did not know the author handle the editing, posting, and moderating of comments.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year to everyone!

I've been thinking a lot about what typically happens around this time of year: New Years Resolutions.  I'm not much for resolutions, those make it or break it types of desperate goal-making so many do as they head into the new year.  Instead, I tend toward goals, those things I'd like to achieve, those things I can strive for and work toward.

So here are some of my dog-related goals for 2013:

1. Learn to relax at trials and stop babysitting obstacles. Dahlia doesn't need the babysitting.  She will take the jump even if I don't stand near it and coax her anymore.  In fact, she finds this somewhat confusing.  So I will practice running at trials like I run at class.  If she misses a jump so what?  We may forfeit the Q, but we can continue to work on getting her to TTFJ (Take The F'in Jump!).

2. Get to more trials.  Well, maybe not more trials, but I would very much like to go to more two-day trials.  I enjoy having my Sundays to relax, but I think it would work better for Dahlia and I if we could settle into the trial atmosphere a bit more by being there both days.

3. Get Dahlia her Level 2 CPE title.  This may not be possible but I'm going to work toward it nonetheless!  We have two Q's toward the full title (Wildcard and Colors), but have a long way to go (14 more Q's, with 4 of those being in Standard).  Since Standard at this level includes all obstacles, it's going to be a bit rough going.  Dahlia can weave pretty well, she gets the teeter sometimes, but her dog walk is falling apart. At the very least, I hope to get her titles in Fun (Full House and Jumpers), Handler (Wildcard and Colors - we're halfway to this one!), and maybe even Strategy (Jackpot and Snooker).  If we can obtain those three I'll consider it a good year for us!

4. Work on Dahlia's dog walk issues.  This one is somewhat tough as we don't own a dog walk and we can only work on it in class. I'm hoping our instructor will have another "Happy Hour" drop-in class or another contacts and weaves class.  We definitely need one!  So what is Dahlia's dog walk issue?  She blows past it almost every single time we get to it.  Sometimes if I take her back and show her it, she'll get on it.  Sometimes she runs right by it time and time again. I'm starting to wonder if she even sees it. I read this article about how dog's color vision affects them in sports. It says, of equipment, "This way, if a dogwalk sits on a dirt brown surface, the yellow contact zone may be harder for the dog to see, but the rest of the dogwalk's up ramp will be easily seen."  Our dog walk does sit on a dirt brown surface in a building that is not all that bright late at night. It's possible that at speed it just blends into the ground and she doesn't see anything there at first.  She has also tried to jump up onto it from the side, again hinting that she may not be able to see the end of it as well as the blue part up above.  It's obviously something we need to work on, but I'm not sure how to work on it just yet.

5. Get in better shape.  Yes, this is related to dogs and agility! As Dahlia picks up speed, I need to be able to run better. I'm terribly out of shape and it hasn't much mattered until recently.  I'm not always able to beat my dog to where I need to be and we've had some crashes in class and some problems with my falling behind and not being able to tell her where to go next.  So I need to start to work on getting in better shape...for my dog!

6. Work on rear  crosses.  Coupled with #5, I also need to work on getting Dahlia understanding rear crosses.  As she starts to get more comfortable getting out in front of me, I need to be able to "steer from behind" on occasion.

So those are my goals for the new year.  Do you have any dog-related goals?

I'll leave you with a picture I took of Dahlia in Vermont on New Years Eve.  Every scenic photo is improved by the addition of a dog, don't you think?