Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

Follow-Up Friday

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For those new to the blog, my follow-up Friday provides me with an opportunity to update or revise a post from the previous week.

You know sometimes you post about something and you need an update but it doesn’t warrant a whole blog.  Or sometimes someone made a comment that really resonated with you.  Yup, Follow-Up Friday baby! :-)

Where’d It Go? – Author’s Note:

Taxes done, filed, money received, money spent.

Enough said.

What’s Going On – Author’s Note:

I have to say the decision to have your dog wear a collar all the time is definitely a personal choice.  For me the idea of my dog getting outside of the yard or running off on one of our walks is a real fear.

If you like your dog to wear a collar, but hate the jingle of tags, check this link out.  Thanks to DogDaz for sharing, you all have probably already seen these, but they’re new to me. 🙂

What’s In A Name – Author’s Note:

Yup, you pretty much all agreed who the a**hole was in that story.

Don’t Talk To My Dog – Author’s Note:

I’m not sure if I was clear in the post.  Sampson really, really wanted to get this woman’s attention.  He encouraged her by rooing and prancing.

My bigger issue is the woman should ASK me, can I say hello?  Unless your dog runs up to me and sticks his nose in my hand, I’m asking your permission to greet your dog.

Lexy over at Gone For A Walk had an idea for “You’re an idiot” cards, but for the life of me I can’t find the post to link it to.  Instead I’m giving you a link to this post, “Rules To Live By.”  I did find myself chuckling as I read it but mostly because I agreed with her, but the topic really is serious.

 It’s Jet Here suggested a tee-shirt, I like that idea too.  My tee-shirt would say, “Please Don’t Acknowledge My Dogs Without My Permission.”  And on the back, “If you can’t understand these instructions, you’re a moron.”

Too harsh?

Disbelief – Author’s Note:

I’m still  sad about Hailey’s plight today but there were some great comments that really did make me feel better.  Have I ever told you, you guys are the best?   Thank you so much for helping me feel better.

As for the training class I skirted out of, I talked with Sara today.

She did kick the little pittie out of the class at the break.  The young woman will be going for private classes to see if they can help mellow Doylan out.  Doylan is on her fourth home.  According to Sara she has bitten her owner and the owner is giving her six months, if she can’t help her in that time frame she intends on euthanizing her.  Sara felt that a room full of dogs is not the right place (at least right now) for Doylan.

The couple with the two yellow labs that kept repeating their commands?  They’ve apparently been at this for three years and Sara says it’s like talking to the wall trying to make them understand.  Honestly, that’s when I want to take the leash and show them how to work their dog.

By the way (BTW for all you texters,) I wasn’t the only person who felt the tension in that training room last night, my friend Teri said she felt it too.

That’s it from my end, I hope you have an awesome weekend and good luck to all the lottery players.

🙂

Disbelief

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Did you ever have one of those days?

It started off fine, then a few harsh words from a co-worker and my mood had changed.

I went to my google reader to check out what my friends had to say and I found “Long Term Shelter Dogs : How Long Is Too Long?” at Talking Dogs Blog.  The post made me weep and I feel so sad for this beautiful dog, Hailey that I’ve cried on and off most of the day.

Hailey

Eight years old and she’s spent all but two months of it in a shelter.

I tried to leave a comment on the blog saying I was going to check with my friend at Labs 4 Rescue to see if they could find a foster home for her but I’m having trouble commenting on some blogs so the comment isn’t showing up.

I asked Hubby at lunch, “Please can I get another dog? I just want to try to find her a good home.”

He said no and he’s right, like many of you we struggle monthly to meet our obligations.  Another dog and all that goes with it just wouldn’t work right now.

But Hailey hung with me, darting in and out of my mind all day.

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to take Delilah to Obedience Class tonight or not.  I waffled back and forth, finally desperation to see my friend and talk about Hailey pushed me out the door.

When I pulled into the Training Center the lot was full, we were the last ones in and it was packed.  Fifteen dogs all told.  And a number of them were new dogs.

I tried.  I really did.

First there was the new beagle (I think) mix that went at Delilah, who naturally caught me off guard and went right back at her.  The leash snapped my fingers and I lost my shoe trying to keep Delilah from chewing her up and spitting her out.

Then there was an excited pitbull mix that couldn’t seem to focus and kept going after other dogs around her.  Sarah had her in the center of the floor, helping her to settle down and not react to the other dogs.

Depending on which way we were walking I had to Boston Terrier type dogs in front of me and two yellow labs behind me and vice versa.  The guy working one of the yellow labs kept repeating his commands, “Sit, Sit, Sit, Sit, Sit, Sit, Sit” until I wanted to scream at him and say, some day you’re going to wonder why your dog doesn’t sit when you say sit!

There was a Doberman Pinscher who has been there before.  The first time she was there Delilah wanted a piece of her.  Just before the break the Dobie started getting vocal and I said to Delilah, “We’ll leave at the break and I’ll take you for a little walk.”

I know you get it when I say you could feel the tension in the room.

I’m sure it was me and my frame of mind, but I couldn’t take the chance of setting Delilah up to fail or lose the great progress she has made.  So I left.

Oh and yes my friend from Labs 4 Rescue wasn’t there, so I still haven’t talked to her about Hailey.

Can you say anything to me in the comments that will help me wrap my head around a dog in a shelter for eight years?

I just can’t believe it.

Free Dog

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Yesterday I wrote about the horrendous experience I had trying to get my dogs into the park amidst a crowd of people.

After being yanked across the road, we finally managed to make it into the park and I found my walking buddy.  We headed off down the paths that would keep us away from the field.

Delilah was close to me on her 15 foot leash, while Sampson and Brady were unleashed.

You can always tell when the dogs see someone or something, their ears perk up, they stiffen for a moment and then they’re gone.

We met a new friend on our Monday night walk, Flurry a seven month old yellow lab.  His dad was at the LaCrosse field and decided to check out the trails.  The dogs were all excited to meet each other and they wanted to play and run.

Oh and hump.  Brady kept trying to hump Flurry.

My friend suggested we take the dogs down in back where there was some area to run.  I wasn’t really sure where she was heading but I followed her anyway.   Down the cliffs to the little brook.

About a quarter of a way down in the middle of the picture, you can see the flat area she was talking about.

The area was relatively flat with some room to run, but there was lots and lots of small limbs and branches littering the area.  I couldn’t in good conscience let Delilah run through there dragging a 15 foot leash.

I let her go.

She did ok.  When she started to get too far away I’d say, “Delilah No!  This way,” and she would come running.  But then she crossed the brook and headed out on the trails leading into the park with little Flurry right behind her.

I had a panic attack and I know she could tell.  Duh! She could hear it in my voice, but after a few terrifying seconds she turned around and came back.

Then we headed for home.

Today I wanted to take them for their walk on my lunch in order to avoid the LaCrosse team.  It was raining but they don’t care and I throw a hat on so off we went.

We pulled up to the park and I noticed Hail on my windshield.  Yes you read that right, HAIL.

I figured no-one would be out in the rain so I said, screw it and took off her leash.

She did pretty awesome.

I leashed at the beginning of one trail, which is where one of the houses she likes to run off to is, but as soon as we were past the danger point, I took her off again.

Of course I never let her get too far away from me.   And yes, every time she checked back whether I asked her to or not, she got a treat.

And guess who walked out to the car next to her mother, without a leash.

See Mama, I can be a good girl.

She did very good today and I’m very proud of her.

Tomorrow is yet to be.

Book update: My book has 22,025 words.

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