<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:48:01.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen Paws</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a little pause in a busy day with pets. A chance to maybe see the day through their eyes, or perhaps a reminder just to close our eyes and be with our pets. And sometimes even a plea to OPEN our eyes and advocate for our pets.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-2590691067543218741</id><published>2008-03-22T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:53:43.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zen Litter Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   Some Things To Keep In Mind:&lt;br /&gt;~ Cats have a better sense&lt;br /&gt; of smell than we do.&lt;br /&gt;~ Cats are finicky about cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;A clean litter box is one that will be used.&lt;br /&gt;   Multiple Cats:&lt;br /&gt;~ Need multiple litter boxes. Have one more box than you have cats. (2 cats = 3 boxes, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;~ Keep the litter boxes in different areas of the house.&lt;br /&gt;~ Scoop more than twice a day for multiple cat boxes. Use gallon baggies, seal, and then throw out at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;  The Box:&lt;br /&gt;~ Ever use a “Porta Potty”? That’s what a&lt;br /&gt;traditional litter box smells like. Yuk! Lids off!!&lt;br /&gt;~ Try plastic storage boxes with flat bottoms and high sides. They are sized better for a cat.&lt;br /&gt;~ Empty the box totally at least once a month and clean with a gentle non ammonia cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;  Litter:&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your cat likes is the best of course. Try something other than clay though. Better for your cat’s lungs and better for the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy B Ann – Radio Host “The Politics of Dogs”&lt;br /&gt;www.zenpaws.com&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-2590691067543218741?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/2590691067543218741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=2590691067543218741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/2590691067543218741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/2590691067543218741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2008/03/zen-litter-box.html' title='The Zen Litter Box'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-8973024939073133094</id><published>2008-03-22T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:48:27.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solving The Chewing Problem</title><content type='html'>Dogs chew. That’s non negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;You get to pick what your dog chews. Ask yourself, “Have I met my dog’s basic needs today?”&lt;br /&gt;~ Did my dog get enough exercise?&lt;br /&gt;~ Is my dog’s food loaded with sugar?&lt;br /&gt;(Beet pulp, sorghum, corn syrup, grains? All code for sugar). High in protein &amp;amp; sugar = “rocket fuel”. Might be good for sled dogs, but for yours? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;~ Do I have enough toys? Six minimum - a wide variety.  Squeaky, rope, stuffed, bones (as in a piece of cows leg sterilized, packaged for sale at pet stores) and balls.&lt;br /&gt;To Interrupt Chewing:&lt;br /&gt;~ On Your Furniture or Belongings - say “Oops” and redirect to a toy. Keep your house puppy proofed, everything up and out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;~ On You - YELP (go for an Academy Award) and freeze. When your pup let’s go, redirect to a toy. Playing with other dogs is great for learning “bite inhibition” and it does transfers to humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy B Ann – Radio Host- The Politics of Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zenpaws.com/"&gt;www.zenpaws.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-8973024939073133094?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/8973024939073133094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=8973024939073133094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/8973024939073133094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/8973024939073133094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2008/03/solving-chewing-problem.html' title='Solving The Chewing Problem'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-4366939329033309752</id><published>2008-03-22T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:46:35.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Save My Hammock Please!</title><content type='html'>Tracy, About 3 months ago, we bought a rope hammock and set it up in the yard.  Our 1 year old lab mix was not interested in it at all, but a week ago, she started chewing it up.  I thought she might not be happy with her toys, so  I went out and bought some new toys.  She didn't chew it again, for a week, but then I got home today and the hammock is in the worst shape yet, she really went to town. I don't want to have to keep putting the hammock away, and I don't want my pup chewing it.  Any suggestions? Cheers,Iain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens on those days when she chews Iain? Is it trash day? Does a meter reader come? Is it windy so the hammock moves?  If so, those would be  good days to keep her in the house.&lt;br /&gt; A year old lab mix is a pup still. Generally dogs mature according to size. Labs are large dogs so I would expect them to chew everything in sight until about 2 ½   years old. Keeping her inside crated when you can’t watch her until she matures is an option.&lt;br /&gt; You could booby trap the hammock. Set a few mousetraps on the hammock (upside down so she won’t get hurt) so that when it rocks from her chewing,  the mousetraps will go off, startling her. Be sure to set them up when she is not watching. You can use anything that will make a racket, won’t do her any harm and will lead her to believe that the hammock is possessed and best left alone.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how it goes! (Oh and be sure at least one of those toys you got her is a rope toy!)&lt;br /&gt;Tracy B Ann    &lt;a href="http://www.zenpaws.com/"&gt;www.zenpaws.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-4366939329033309752?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/4366939329033309752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=4366939329033309752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/4366939329033309752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/4366939329033309752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2008/03/help-save-my-hammock-please.html' title='Help Save My Hammock Please!'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-117419517040796658</id><published>2007-03-17T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:19:30.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Little Strays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a busy month for strays! It started off with Petey. He showed up with the neighbor dog and was a bit shy at first but was soon literally eating out of my hand. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;A perfect dog. Got along great with kids, AND cats, and as a bonus was healthy and housetrained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I don't want another dog right now though. If you read my blog enough you know that  my own puppy, Said keeps me pretty busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I was able to get Petey into a pretty good private shelter in town. They kill dogs only if they have bad temperaments or have health problems. (I have no problem with that.) Due to that policy though, they have limited space for admissions so I kept Petey for 10 days or so until they had an opening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The intake officer quite liked him and thought he would be adopted out quickly. It was a pleasant experience and I felt hopeful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Our city run shelter (God love them) kills 400 dogs a week, each and every week. They have a very low adoption rate and dogs get 3 days before they are killed. They do  accept each and every animal brought to them though and they get big points in my book for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;A few days after taking Petey in I found another stray. He had a collar, leash and rabies tags on so I knew that the city shelter would be able to identify him and return him to his owner. This was Saturday  so I had to keep him till Tuesday when the shelter reopened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Then all of a sudden there was a new dog hanging around. This one looked just like Petey so we called it "Nupity" (for New Petey). She was about 4 months and very, very shy. It took many days for her to come within feet of me. Luckily the wonderful neighbor kids were patient enough to sit still until she came to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I got her into my yard and Said (9 months old now) got her into the house). I called the low kill shelter and was told to come in 3 days from then and they would be able to take her. I was a bit dismayed that I would not have time to tame her as much as I had Petey, but I didn't want to miss out on her chance to find a great home. I also didn't want to get too attached. She really touched me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I delivered her with a heavy heart and pulled up horrified to see a line out the door. If I was horrified, imagine Nupity's reaction. She was just starting to show interest in small numbers of people. She went into shock and peed on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm not sure what all the people were doing there but we went ahead of them for our appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I was asked much different questions than before. Why was I giving her up? Did I just have too many dogs or did I just not want her? I was stunned. I thought I was doing a good deed, helping a poor abandoned pup find a home. I was not shown gratitude but rather was made to feel like an irresponsible owner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Now, I do know what it is like to work an intake desk at a shelter. The last shelter I volunteered at kicked me off the intake desk because of my inability to be friendly to people who were bringing in their dogs 3rd litter of pups or their cat because it didn't match the new couch. One guy said he was moving out of state so he couldn't take his dog and I asked him if he was moving to a state that didn't allow dogs because I had never heard of any such state. (That was the last day I was allowed to do intakes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It's pretty clear though (or should be) that I am a professional when I bring these dogs in, complete with a temperament test, photo's, food, free certificates for my training services and anything else I can think of to help them be more adoptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;We have a huge problem with pet overpopulation in this country. The answer to it is a multifacted approach that is hard to implement (animal people don't usually work or play well together). It will take everyone working together and I try to do my part. I get many calls every day about strays people have found and I see many myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I can't keep them all or I will be one of the well meaning but very crazy people with housefuls of pets who aren't really well cared for at all. I am a dog trainer and radio show host. Rescuing dogs isn't really my responsibility. I'm not sure Nupity realizes that though and I can't stop thinking about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I totally understand why most people DON'T do anything about the dogs they see roaming the streets (let alone the cats). Most peole don't have the resources or expertise that I do. NO ONE wants to be made to feel as bad as I did, I'm sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm not going to let that stop me from doing what I feel is  the right thing and helping out the animals that come into my life. I'll just find a different way to do it from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It reminds me of a conversation I was having about poverty with a friend recently where he said that he did not believe at all that we would be the generation to end poverty. That didn't seem like a very positive attitude to me until then he followed that comment up by saying "But that doesn't mean we shouldn't do everything we can to try".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The pet overpopulation problem may not be solved in my lifetime as politicians, shelters, rescue groups,  trainers, etc. lose focus of the real problems, but that doesn't mean I am going to stop doing the best I can. And I will be encouraging everyone else to as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-117419517040796658?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/117419517040796658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=117419517040796658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/117419517040796658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/117419517040796658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2007/03/3-little-strays.html' title='3 Little Strays'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-117130282992444281</id><published>2007-02-12T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T09:53:49.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog Is Great At Home....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I have been thinking of getting T-Shirts that say that. I hear that all the time. "I don't know why my dog isn't listening, he's great at home". "He sits at home every time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Yep! I know that one. I am great at home too. Not only am I kind and nice and patient, I am also tall and thin with long blonde hair. I'm not sure what happens when I leave the house. All of a sudden I am fat and fifty and have no patience whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;It's easy to be nice and kind when there is no one around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;It's easy for your dog to sit when there is nothing else to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;But when your dog can sit with 10 other dogs around, 15 people, a fruit stand and a busy street, well, then you have a dog that can sit. One that will sit instead of chasing squirrels, cars or kids. One that will sit instead of run away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;That's why a group class is so great. If your dog can learn to sit there it can sit anywhere. All it takes is practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Your dog can't stay at home "being great" for the rest of it's life and neither can I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Perhaps with enough practice, I will be able to be kind and patient when surrounded by people. Who knows? Maybe I can even be tall thin and blonde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-117130282992444281?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/117130282992444281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=117130282992444281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/117130282992444281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/117130282992444281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-dog-is-great-at-home.html' title='My Dog Is Great At Home....'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-116611315480190600</id><published>2006-12-14T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T08:25:16.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog Is A Beserker</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh my! My cute little puppy who followed me everywhere and was quiet and compliant has become a complete nutball! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A total teenager. I have to hide the car keys or I am pretty sure he would go joy riding with my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He used to come everytime I called and walked right by my side with no leash.  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;believe he still would do these things if I were holding a live squirrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He is 6 months old now. 50 pounds and about 4 feet long. He is a very busy guy. I am quite sure he thinks I have changed his name from Said (Sigh-eed) to "What do you have in your mouth now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He moves so fast and furiously he is almost always limping. I hate to have to do it but I guess I'll have to start training him! (ha) He does do the basics no matter what the distraction - sit, down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He knows to always sit before he comes in a door but his butt barely touches the ground. He does a hilarious stay. He will sit and then throw humself into a down. I don't care which he does, a stay is a stay is a stay to me. Though he does push the definition of stay to the limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;He is in his sit, then a down, then remarkably he can, without getting up from that sit, propel his body about 3 feet to the side where he is still doing a sit. I am sure in his mind he feels he is complying! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Needless to say after seeing this a few times I no longer use the word stay, which he obviously thinks mean stay sitting (And technically, I suppose he does.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I now use the phrase "Be still". I use my hands to hold him in place. Not touching him mind you. I don't touch dogs when I train them. I hold the space in front of him with my hands up in a gentle "Supreme's" type "Stop" gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And that's when I see my puppy again. He lies there looking up at me with those big eyes. I see my puppy when I come home everyday also, when he races up to me and promptly sits to be petted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And I saw the wonderful dog is he becoming when this morning I sat his food down (he eats a raw Pitcairn diet) and one of my cats came over and started to eat off Said's plate. Said sat back and nicely waited for the cat to be done. He is no fool, he know who rules in this house!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;When he wakes up in the morning he stretches, first his front legs then his back and then comes to me and sits to be petted. He head butts me like the cats and likes to have the sides of his face rubbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am absolutely in love. Now if only I can survive this beserker stage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-116611315480190600?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/116611315480190600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=116611315480190600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/116611315480190600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/116611315480190600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dog-is-beserker.html' title='My Dog Is A Beserker'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-116438505703363521</id><published>2006-11-24T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:17:37.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Brush You'll Ever Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I will admit I am no expert on brushing. Last year on my birthday I threw away all my brushes deciding life was just too short for that sort of thing (and so is my hair!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Once when my Chow boy Peace was 10 years old I got the wild notion to brush him. I didn't really know what kind of brush to use and I was too embarrassed to ask his groomer, Lisa, in case she wondered what I had been using for the last 10 years, so that notion went with the wind, much like my boys hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I have started brushing the visiting dogs at my house though, and I kind of like it. It's either brush the dog or sweep the floor and brushing the dog lowers my blood pressure way more than sweeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;One of the women at Nashville Pet Products in Bellevue tried to get me to buy this new brush called the FURminator. Well, the medium size one is like $40 and I am Scottish, need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I resisted the purchase until one day I realized that it had a 30 day money back guarantee. So, if I didn't love it I was taking it straight back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Turns out I left it on a low shelf one day and my new puppy chewed the handle. I doubt that's covered in the money back guarantee. It didn't matter though, no way was I returning it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This thing is incredible. At first it scared me a little. It looks a bit like a razor blade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I would brush a dog ten strokes with what I thought was a good brush and then ten strokes with the FURminator. The difference was amazing. I got a nice little pile of hair with the brush I had thought was good, but the FURminator pile was twice as thick and had a line of dander at the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Convinced that this new brush was actually cutting the hair off the dogs, I cleaned it and used it on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Not a single hair came out, just that lovely line of dandruff! (Might not be a bad idea to market to people as well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So, this brush does a great job of removing hair AND allergy producing dander from dogs and cats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And get this--- pets like this brush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You know how when you are brushing a cat and trying not to get bloody in the process, you find the one place the cat likes to be brushed and repeat that spot in between brushing all the other spots the cat &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; like? All the while ducking and weaving so you don't get bit or scratched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You don't have that problem with the FURminator. I'm telling you, pets like it. They let you brush places "no &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; has ever gone before". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tails used to be a huge problem. Nope, they like that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Legs are often a problem. Not anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;There is something about this FURminator that does the job and causes no pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You and your pets dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Shedding is one of the most annoying things about owning a pet and trying to maintain even the resemblance of cleanliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The fact that it removes the allergy producing dander is a great gift to those of us who score high on allergy tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I am often asked if I sell this brush or work for the company. No! (But I might if they asked.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This is just one of the things that can make your life easier and help you enjoy your pet more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Some other key things I have found to help with shedding are a good diet and supplements. A homemade diet designed by a veterinarian like Pitcairn or at least a human grade dog food that passes USDA inspection along with fresh fruit and vegetables daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Omega 3, 6 and 9's (Fish Oil, Flax Oil and Borage Oil) work wonders and frankly we all should be taking them whether we shed or not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;To link to the FURminator - &lt;a href="http://www.furminator.com"&gt;www.furminator.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;For info on diet and supplements listen to my radio show "The Politics of Dogs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radiofreenashville.org"&gt;www.radiofreenashville.org&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-116438505703363521?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/116438505703363521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=116438505703363521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/116438505703363521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/116438505703363521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2006/11/only-brush-youll-ever-need.html' title='The Only Brush You&apos;ll Ever Need'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-116358213937306181</id><published>2006-11-15T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:44:27.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching vs Whispering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I met&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a cute little bean of a dog today. She ran right up to my car to greet me. A 15 month old 22 pound mix of a thing, with the most appealing face. I was actually&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;there to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;teach her tricks. Not exactly my specialty but I was game. It turned out though that she was too nervous for most tricks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;While she didn't hesitate to run up to me and at one point even jumped into my car, she did hesitate when I touched her and she flinched at any sudden movements whether they were directed at her or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;She has only lived with her owner for 3 months and the previous year of her life is anyone's guess but my guess would be that it was not too pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I did my usual out of the box training. Taught her to sit, down, stay and come in just a short bit of time. She learned everything very fast. I would break it down into steps and when I would move to step #2, she would jump to #4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I couldn't teach her any tricks that involved my putting my hands over her head (like rollover) - it made her too nervous. She was hyper vigilant, watching everything and everyone while listening to all indoor and outdoor noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;How exhausting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mostly though I just watched. I'm not real big on whispering. For me listening is so much more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So I watched how she interacted with her owner and I watched her body language and his and tried to figure out what she was trying to communicate to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Most humans spend so much time and effort trying to communicate &lt;em&gt;TO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;their pets instead of &lt;em&gt;WITH&lt;/em&gt; their pets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;When he asked her to sit she would take a step or two back and then sit. I'm willing to bet some bad things have happened to her while sitting close to people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And don't get me wrong, this man loves this dog and she loves him, that's obvious, but they are only 3 months into a relationship and trust takes a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sometimes when he would ask her to sit she would stand there and not move, just look at him. I could see very clearly where another trainer might label that as defiance and the ever dreaded "dominance" issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;As I stood and just watched that for what seemed like the longest time, I noticed how soft the dogs eyes were and I felt the need to hold my heart and my eyes filled with tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;What I saw was a dog who really, really wants to please "her man" but she was trying to figure out a way to stay safe at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I trust that she is smart enough and her owner is kind enough that she will soon figure out that she IS safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-116358213937306181?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/116358213937306181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=116358213937306181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/116358213937306181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/116358213937306181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2006/11/watching-vs-whispering.html' title='Watching vs Whispering'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-116208668792820477</id><published>2006-10-28T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:12:37.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cats Are Slackers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Oh yes, they are. Supposedly nocturnal, I was up all night last night and couldn't help but notice that all they did was lie about and sleep. At one point one of the boys, Stuff, was lying next to me all stretched out poking me with his little feet while I was quietly reading on a narrow little corner of my queen sized bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And don't get the wrong impression - they are not that active during the day either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;They appear to be mastering the fine art of slacking. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kidding aside, it's quite normal for a cat to sleep 18 hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;If reincarnation exists, please let me come back as a cat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Whether they slack off or not, my two boys Shades and Stuff are both wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I marvel at this on a regular basis. They were outside cats that "found" me and moved in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;They blended in nicely with my three older cats who have since passed on, all living to the age of 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Shades was someone's pet who didn't want him anymore. He calmly moved in and proceeded to get very fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Stuff was feral and it took me over a year to "tame" him. I give some of the credit to my neighbor kids, who love my cats and are loved by my cats. Shades talks to them -long stories full of meow this and meow that while he rarely give me a pip or a squeak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Stuff watched them from the next room when he first met them (4 loud, boisterous children who squeal a lot), and decided within 5 minutes to join them and he has loved them ever since. So much for being feral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Neither one of them seems to want to go outside. I leave the door open while I load and unload things into the house and they don't make a move for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Maybe because everything they need is inside already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;They have all kinds of toys, including the best cat cigars money can buy. They have a very fancy climber, nice window seats and heated pillows to rest on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;They have a new puppy to play and cuddle with and to boss around - which they sure do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;One of the most important things that they have is a clean litter box (well two actually). Never, never, underestimate the importance of a clean litter box to a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I don't. I share with them the belief that the way to prevent odors and all kinds of problems is to keep the litter box clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well... that and I have ADHD and dial up internet connection. I can't do less than 2 things at once, so I download, scoop the litter box, put the clothes from the washer into the dryer, open mail, read now downloaded info, download some more and start the process all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;If I ever get fast internet access the cats are in trouble but for right now I have all the time in the world and two very happy cats to spend it with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(For &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; litter box help see the "Tips" page at   &lt;a href="http://www.zenpaws.com"&gt;www.zenpaws.com&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-116208668792820477?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/116208668792820477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=116208668792820477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/116208668792820477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/116208668792820477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-cats-are-slackers.html' title='My Cats Are Slackers'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-116162001776823129</id><published>2006-10-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T09:13:37.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Sets In</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Last Friday I had a perfectly normal  18 week old puppy. Great temperament, playful and rowdy but capable of calming quickly. Interested in everything and everyone but not too forward. Liked pretty much everyone he met, people, dogs, cats - though I did see him pounce on a few spiders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Saturday my pup woke up and was afraid of everything. People he knew and people he didn't, places he's been before and new places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Things that were not where they belonged, such as a new bale of hay in the yard gave him a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I even scared him coming out of the shower wearing only a towel. (That could scare any sentient being though so maybe that one doesn't count!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I fretted like I always do about anything out of my control that changes suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I got out all my books and read about the fear stages that dogs go through. I got on line and researched more. I called my friends who are also dog trainers and talked to everyone I could who has a dog young enough that they might remember this stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I fretted some more and then I realized that I had to do two things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;#1. I had to check my ego at the door. My once perfectly behaved dog who made me look like a dog trainer with magical skills was now making me look ...well, not so good. And while I care about what people think and I am hypersensitive to people's reactions around me, I care a whole lot more about my dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;#2. I had to stop fretting and ask myself what would I tell a client in this same situation. The answer was right there, instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I went out and purchased some Bach Flower Essences, Aspen and Mimulus, for fear of the known and the unknown. I put them in his water, his food, and on his body throughout the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I asked people to please ignore my little guy, and when they did he began to show interest in them. I gave everyone really good treats to feed him when he did come around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I resisted the urge to coddle or baby him "Oh, it's ok pookey, it's just a bale of hay". I ignored his fearful behavior and we got on with our lives. Which is no easy task. He is such a little fellow and I want to pick him up and cuddle and kiss him, but that would work about as well as it would with a 12 year old human boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's my job to get my little guy ready to live in the world with me (and sometimes without me) and good, gentle, benevolent leadership is the best example I can give him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Don't think for a moment though that I let those opportunities when he is confidently and contentedly lying on the couch pass me by. I am right there at his side, petting and kissing and cuddling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This fear will pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-116162001776823129?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/116162001776823129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=116162001776823129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/116162001776823129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/116162001776823129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2006/10/fear-sets-in.html' title='Fear Sets In'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-116049819798795307</id><published>2006-10-10T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:58:25.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I meet a lot of dogs in my work. I like them all. I have yet to meet a dog I don't like. Some though, I love at first sight and a very few tug at my heart in such a way that I wish they were MY dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;One of those very special dogs is moving to a different state this month (I don't think he would move away from me by choice, but he is slightly attached to his owners so goes where they go.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I first met him a couple of years ago when he was an unruly, untrained wildebeast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I knew there was hope for him but I wasn't sure his owners were up to the task or willing to do the work it took. (I am a good judge of dogs - a poor judge of people!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;They proved to be willing to go WAY above and beyond for this dog. They came to classes until their dog did "downs" from 30 feet away from them and would drop into a sit instantly when asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;They also brought him to agility classes where he excelled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At about that point I spent quite a bit of time with this boy I had come to love and realized that he suffered from a compulsive disorder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I set up a treatment protocol and once again knew my boy would be helped but was uncertain if the owners would follow through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Duh! When will I learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;They did it all. Every nit picky little step that needs to be taken slowly and surely to fix this - they took that step and then the next and then the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I went to say good bye last night and what I said goodbye to was a very normal dog (and his dream owners).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;I held this boy in my arms and he inhaled me and I inhaled him, trying to make it last, hoping that we will see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-116049819798795307?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/116049819798795307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=116049819798795307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/116049819798795307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/116049819798795307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2006/10/bo.html' title='BO'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-115562133298558047</id><published>2006-08-14T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:55:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick As A Dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Wow! I am as sick as a dog. Which is an odd expression. I have 8 dogs here right now and I am the only one who is sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;It started with a sore throat on a Thursday night and on Friday the world was spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm managing to feed the dogs twice a day and I've propped the door open so they can come and go as they please while I stagger from the couch to the bed and back again, stopping in the kitchen once in a while for some juice and antibiotics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;A friend brought by some soup and wondered who was caring for the dogs. I think they've pretty much reverted to feral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;They just happen to be a great bunch of feral dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bailey - a 70 pound lab tried to give me the Heimlich maneuver thinking that might help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Coby - a 90 pound lab is certain he can lick me back to health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Becky - a little Dobe/mix is concerned every time I cough and shows that concern by trying to leap up into my lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;They all do perfect sits when I get the cough drops out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;For the time being I have put the care and training of my new 8 week old pup, Said, (pronounced "Sigh - eed") into their hands, or paws as the case may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;He is learning great bite inhibition and only goes to the bathroom outside!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;The dogs here are not quite as strict as I am when it comes to chewing so they either sat and watched, egged him on, or helped him out when he chewed a shoe and the leg of a wooden stool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;It seems a small price to pay for the luxury of being allowed to sleep until my fever breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;And if they keep bringing large sticks into the house and chewing them into bits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well, it just brings us all that much closer to nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-115562133298558047?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/115562133298558047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=115562133298558047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/115562133298558047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/115562133298558047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2006/08/sick-as-dog.html' title='Sick As A Dog!'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-115502257442393423</id><published>2006-08-07T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:39:51.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog Has Run off Again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; hear this a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"My dog runs off." "She doesn't come when I call." "I'm too scared to let go of the leash".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are a lot of things that go into getting your dog to come when called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have to teach him to respond to a word that means "Run to me as fast as your 4 little feet can carry you". You have to be judicial in your use of that word. It can't mean "come over here", or "come on".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have to practice it in safe places, starting with your dog on a long leash, then moving up to a fenced yard off leash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only good things can happen when you call your dog to you. You can't call your dog to you and beat it. (Hopefully you don't beat your dog under any circumstances.) You can't call your dog to you and give it a bath unless she loves to jump in the shower with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't call your dog to you to give her medicine unless she's the type that will eat a pill right out of your hand and think it's a treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you need to do any of those things, go to your dog and get her, don't call her to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make sure you are aware of what your dog considers a good thing also. I had a client who got her dog trained off leash. He did a wonderful recall, coming every time she asked, so she took the show on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She started taking the dog to the park off leash and all went well until the 5th day when she phoned me to say that the dog had not come when she called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had her talk me through it and it seems that she was letting her dog off leash, going for a lovely walk, calling the dog to her and then putting him back on the leash and taking him home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the dog's view he was being punished for coming - he had to go home!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had her start calling the dog 5 or 6 times while she was walking through the park and when the dog came to her she gave him a treat or a pet or a kiss on the head and then sent him on his merry way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that when it was time to go home the dog came because, who knew? This might be one of the times he gets a bit of roast beef. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are a lot of little techniques like that to help you get your dog off leash and be assured that she will come when called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But the secret to getting your dog to come???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have to let her go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You can read Mary Oliver's entire poem "The Dog Has Run Off Again" on my website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zenpaws.com"&gt;http://www.zenpaws.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-115502257442393423?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/115502257442393423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=115502257442393423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/115502257442393423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/115502257442393423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2006/08/dog-has-run-off-again.html' title='The Dog Has Run off Again....'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-115432568536024406</id><published>2006-07-30T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:22:21.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUPPIES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I visited with some puppies today, thinking about perhaps getting one. They were all wonderful, lovable, fun playful puppies. How to choose?&lt;br /&gt;The mother is a 3 year old purebred yellow lab. Very sweet and gentle. The father is a one year old black lab mix. (What can I say, she likes younger guys!)&lt;br /&gt;The pups are all black with white markings. 7 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;The father has been neutered, the mother will be spayed soon .&lt;br /&gt;There were 8 pups but one has been adopted. Of the 7 left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Uno - male -The 1st born, inquisitive, confident, very lively.&lt;br /&gt;~Lumpus - male - one big lovable boy.&lt;br /&gt;~Squeaker - female - silky like a baby otter, very very gentle.&lt;br /&gt;~Jr. - male- rises early, plays hard, crashes quick (He fell asleep while I was there. His head nodded and he tried to keep it up. His eyes closed and he tilted his head to the side and soon his head was down and he was fast asleep!)&lt;br /&gt;~Fuzzy - female - don't be fooled, she can hang with the big boys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~Wobbly - male - the other thick coated dog. Something is wrong with him and he tips over a lot (more than most pups). He will need some medical care but it could be as simple as an ear infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;~Eight - male - I don't want to say too much about him because I have my eye on him. He is just the right mix of calm and rowdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;These are great all around pups and will be even better with training so...I am here. For details check Craigs list for Free Labs in Murfreesboro. Or email me. Remember these are pups with sharp teeth and toes and lots of energy! It's easy for me to forget that when one plants a (muddy) paw on either side of my face and gives me kisses. All I remember then is the joy of the moment. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-115432568536024406?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/115432568536024406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=115432568536024406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/115432568536024406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/115432568536024406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2006/07/puppies.html' title='PUPPIES!!!!'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-115392935115553468</id><published>2006-07-26T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:24:01.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON PLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many people freak when their dogs play and I find that so sad. It's SO important for dogs to play. Dog play looks much worse than it really is. When done right there is a lot of growling and ear tugging and face chewing and chasing and even a bit of humping going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Owners will look at me horrified and ask "Isn't that too rough?"&lt;br /&gt;My answer is usually that yes, it's too rough for me but the dogs seem to be enjoying it. Soccer is too rough for me but most of the world seems to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I am uncomfortable with the play and think that one of the dogs is not having fun, I take the dog I think is being too rough (NOT the one I think isn't having fun), out of the play and then watch to see what the other puppy does. If that puppy comes bouncing back for more than I was wrong and I let the pups go back to it. If however the other pups goes and hides between someone's legs or just goes off in a different direction I will know it was too rough. I find something else for the rough pup to do or someone else for him to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't stand idly and watch large groups of dogs play if they are not really good friends. I sort of work the crowd. I walk amongst the dogs, praising the ones who are playing gently and who aren't say, playing tug of war with my water hose. I guide the rowdies into gentle play with just a couple of encouragements "easy" and "gentle".&lt;br /&gt;I break up any tense situations by just walking quietly in between the dogs with my arms folded at my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This weekend I watched two dogs who had never played together before play.&lt;br /&gt;One was a Boxer and one was a Lab. Neither was familiar with the other's style of play. So the Lab reacted to the Boxers first jab to her butt by turning and roaring at him!!! How was she to know that Boxers box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Boxer wasn't used to the way that a Lab will stick a toy in your face and as soon as you go for it they quickly turn their head away so you can't get the toy.&lt;br /&gt;The Boxer sat down, cocked his head like "Hey, I thought you wanted to play tug?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which the Lab did and she repeated the gesture again and again, until the Boxer got one end of the toy and then they were off and running, stopping occasional to wrestle and box. It's better than watching TV I'll tell you what!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-115392935115553468?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/115392935115553468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=115392935115553468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/115392935115553468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/115392935115553468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-play.html' title='ON PLAY'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-115283509429752856</id><published>2006-07-13T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T16:58:14.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Responsible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's really hot outside and my neighbor dog is melting. I love this dog but I have to be careful as the owner doesn't like any interference. He doesn't feed the dog, take it to the vet, or let it in the house but it's HIS dog and I had better not forget that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I forgot it once and let her slept in my house each night all winter long. When he found out he took the dog away and she just came back after almost 9 months and you can see on her neck where she has been chained. She seems a bit subdued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My neighborhood considers her the neighborhood dog and we all feed her and bring her into our houses and I take her to the vet when she needs it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For the most part she has a wonderful life. She is with the neighborhood kids all the time, at the park, on trips to the store or Taco Bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She goes for walks with me around the block at 2 am and patiently waits when I can't keep up with her pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She wrestles with the neighbor cats and lies in the sun with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She guards our dead end street, lying in the middle, not moving for cars that come down it - we all move for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No one gets past her without our knowing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's a nice safe feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She is afraid of thunder and fireworks and comes to me and I medicate her to relieve her anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Right now though she is melting in the heat and I want to bring her into my house so she can cool down but her owner is home and I don't want him to take her away again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Does she know that it's his job to take care of her and not mine? Or does she just feel betrayed by all of us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-115283509429752856?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/115283509429752856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/115283509429752856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2006/07/whose-responsible.html' title='Whose Responsible?'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30859887.post-115242676644509786</id><published>2006-07-08T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:07:03.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vet Visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I often wonder about dogs who go cheerfully to the vet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I mean, how smart can they be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It would seem to me that the smart ones would hide under the couch rather than be dragged off to be poked, prodded and examined on cold metal tables in funny smelling rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perhaps it's not smarts though, maybe it depends on a dogs experience as well as the general way the dog meets the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't think that my Chow boy, Peace ever had a bad time anywhere he went. He met the world with great confidence and seemed to expect the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He also didn't have many bad or painful experiences at the vet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My Dalmatian Greta, had a lot of bad experiences at the vet, a broken leg, 2 knee surgeries, seizures etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She did greet the world with joy and exuberance but not so self confident I don't think and it seemed like she did expect the worst!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What helped her at the vet was my taking the lead by being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nonchalant and taking lots of good treats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For a while there we went every week and just sat in the lobby and ate treats or got weighed. Nothing painful, nothing to freak about. Maintain and eat the chicken bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And of course on every visit I had delicious treats that would distract from all but the most painful procedures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30859887-115242676644509786?l=zenpaws.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/feeds/115242676644509786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30859887&amp;postID=115242676644509786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/115242676644509786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30859887/posts/default/115242676644509786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenpaws.blogspot.com/2006/07/vet-visits.html' title='Vet Visits'/><author><name>Tracy B Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07490552985229199837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
