Monday, February 27, 2012

Throw a dog a bone.

Sundance: Hey James! What signals have you learned from me?

James: It's pretty interesting what signals one can learn from a dog. The way they lick, the soft gentle eyes, the way they yawn, the bellowing bark, the look away, these are all signals. Sundance, you and your fellow canines are able to communicate without verbally telling us anything. Should it be so different for us humnas? When I am tired my face is relaxed, I begin to yawn, I begin to stretch and then look away. You recognize this as a sign from me, that I would like to calm down.

Sundance: So you are saying we do the same?

James: Yes. Your body language and conversation is not that much different from ours. Dogs tell us what they want with small cues, so why wouldn't we do the same? Before I begin teaching a dog training class, I do things that will get my students' attention, like taking role call, performing jumping jacks, doing doggy pushups with the most energized dog and owner, or holding a sit-stay command. I am in charge for that moment. This is the message I am sending to my students and their dogs. A small, but effective way to lead.


Sundance: How do you know a dog is excited?

James: I can tell a dog is excited when s/he is pulling on the leash, lunging at people, the kind of bark they give, signs of heavy panting, tense hind legs, and over-sniffing. I listed a few things, surely their are plenty more, but these are common indicators that a dog is not balanced.

Sundance: So if a dog is balanced, s/he will not display unwanted behaviors?

James: Most unwanted behavior occurs when there is a lack of consistency from owners. Not that they aren't consistently giving their dogs enough love, because as you and I know, there are many dogs with back yards and an unlimited amount of toys and training devices. Indeed, they love their dogs, but do they respect and understand their dogs. When I was coaching elementary school children, I would walk around the playground and find groups of children sitting down during lunch period. They had access to basketballs, jump-ropes, hula-hoops, courts, and freedom to play. It's not that they did not want to play, they just were not motivated and challenged. Most of these children would begin each day getting up early, not eating a balanced meal, and rushing to school. All this coming from a down position for seven hours, to a sit position for a few more, and then asked to play for fifteen minutes of recess. Only to be rounded up to sit another ninety minutes before lunch, fed questionable nutrition, then asked to sit for more hours, followed by homework, sleep, repeat.

Sundance: I am beginning to see what you are hinting at.

James: When you are told what to do all the time, never given a chance to play and work with a purpose, you become a grumpy dog. While a back yard and toys may be the traditional american view of dog ownership, it is not in any way natural or best. Just because something is working for the time being, doesn't mean it's ideal. We are still robbing our dogs of a fulfilled life if we do not address the whole dog. The small things we do each day, like exercising first thing in the morning, set the tone for the rest of the day. Releasing excited energy in a formal way creates balance and forms a strong bond. Plus, Sundance, it's best to throw a dog a bone from time to time. The bottom line is that the communication is always there, it's just a matter of knowing the language and paying attention.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Forever living in the moment!


I had no idea how many dogs and owners would show up. The invite was sent out to over one hundred people from James' address book and facebook list,
James had received confirmations from some friends and relatives, so we knew some would show, others would be fair-weather enthusiasts, some would flake, and some didn't even respond. He optimistically estimated that at least 15% would show; he had no idea what the true turnout would be. After spending about a year in Los Angeles, Momma knew James had a long list of friends that date back to his elementary days. She was sure one would show up, and she was right. It's amazing to see how hard James works at building a community of like-minded persons. It was a Thanksgiving Day Turkey Trot run in southern California, who wouldn't want to go? As we sat in the truck waiting the minutes and seconds drew closer and still the parking lot was empty. James had a look of sadness, but was ready to run anyway. He does not express his emotion all the time and its hard to read at times. I know this because I am with him more than anyone. Then a car pulled up. Then another.
We got out of our truck and met the November chill that was awaiting us at Griffith Park for our Turkey Trot. We could already hear Mamba voicing her emotions from the back of her Honda. Mamba is Stephanie and Axel's german shepherd. She is always ready for some action and kind of has the hots for me and Kobe. Kobe comes with us everywhere. It if weren't for this California/Oregon situation, he would be here with us in now.
Jomar and his yellow lab, Nisha showed up! James remembers Nisha from when she was a little puppy always accompanied by Kaya, Jomar's first dog. Nisha was very young when James met her. He did not spend a whole lot of time with her because he was preparing to move back to Santa Cruz, CA. The little he did remember was of joy and love. Nisha went everywhere with Jomar and Kaya. A day rarely passed that they did not laugh and run together, or bike down to the path along the Belmont Shores in Long Beach. Surely she went to the Rose Bowl a good number of times. Jomar loved Nisha, and she returned his love, never leaving his side and always ready to play fetch.
On that morning, November 26, 2010 me, James, momma, four other humans and five other dogs embarked on our seven mile run around Griffith Park. Some of us pushed ahead and some of us trailed behind. Ink and Mamba were the runners up front; Kobe, Nisha and I held firm in the middle, only to have Nisha settle back after about two miles in. She carried a spark the whole way; James would push forward, not getting too far ahead of the pack he always made his way back towards the rear, where he would find Nisha smiling up beside Jomar. Momma spent a good portion of the run with Nisha, too. Momma was truly amazed at how much heart this girl exuded. When the trail was steep and gravelly and Nisha skidded, she got right back up with joy. When the path was muddy in the shade and Nisha slipped a bit, she just went right along, smiling the whole way. Forever living in the moment. A lesson to be learned with every paw lift and tail wag. Jomar never left her side, and she never left his as long as she had air to breathe and a heart to love.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Bed time story


the day is numbered by the clouds in the sky
i do not wonder when it will subside
all i know is i am here to lie
as any dog would; by my masters side.


does the day ever show any signs of anxiety?


I ask: where do the clouds go when all the rain falls
are they running to the next trail?


will the raindrops fall on that oversized white ferry?


or, will I ever play fetch with the eagles?


Overhead i hear noise
the clumps are at it again
the constant barrage of footsteps
the pink robe emphysema cough
the chatterbox lingo outside our kitchen window
the lingering smoke
isn't smoke suppose to rise?


I look up and what do i see,
my master and rain drops falling on my head
dry my paws
rub my belly
I ask


on a blanket of lions I rub and rub
and then I know all is safe.
time to sleep grandma

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Three Day Weekends

What in the world is going on? My Sunday is my Saturday. My Monday is my Sunday. And my Tuesday is my Monday? That means I just get more fun days with my Momma. It all started on Friday, that's the day my beautiful Mamma shared her birth with us.Saturday, our plans were to fire up the Silver Taco (the Tacoma) and head out to the beach. We intended to run and burn off some calories. We did not expect there to be high winds and surf conditions making the normally expansive beach just a tiny strip, nor did we know my good friend Zeppelin would be joining us. We saw a rainbow, played in rain, then in bright sun. We played and played until it was time to go because Momma's feet were cold.Today is Sunday. Last night I had overheard James chatting it up with Mamma about a road-trip to Florence, which is almost 50 miles north of us. I knew I would have a great time. I tend to have a lot of fun when we are away from home. And we did! My first encounter for the day was with a 90-pound, twelve-year-old golden retriever named Clancy. He works at a boutique called Splash selling women's apparel. I did my best to be on my best behavior because I wanted Clancy to see how great of a dog I am, and how I can be clam when the pressure is on, especially nose-to-nose.Here I am with James looking out at the Siuslaw River. You would never guess from this picture, but I am actually very camera shy.
Meet my new friend Bullet. He is a 10 week old Basset Hound and is just about the cutest little guy besides my brother Skuzum. We wanted to make sure he had all his shots before we came over to say hello, but I still kept my distance. It is great to see Bullet begin his socialization and be so open to new experiences. He came up to Momma just asking for love. I think Momma almost kidnapped him. In conclusion, this has been a great first 75% of a three-day-weekend. Life on the Oregon coast is good. Live Happy!!!

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Weekly Practice

5 Things I've Learned This Week

Monday: Old friends are the Best


Tuesday: Humans sometimes send dogs the wrong message


Wednesday: There are scam artists around every water-bowl


Thursday: Mother Nature is present all the time


Friday: It's always best to remain calm and assertive around puppies


Saturday: It's a good thing to take care of the ones we LOVE







Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Puppy Control

Committing to a puppy is a very precious thing and a valuable lesson in self-control. We want them to experience everything, and at the same time keep them safe from danger. We want them to be part of our pack, and we do not want them to misbehave. We want them to be dogs, but we want them to understand human rules. Puppies are a blessing. Puppies are a true work in progress. We want them to trust us as providers, and at the same time respect us as leaders.
When confronted with a crying puppy, less is more. The less you nurture an unstable (crying) mind, the more it has to work to figure out how to get what it wants. Do this enough, and the dog will find that being quiet and calm gets it attention, affection, and other good things. The less you provide emotion and exited energy, you will find his crying will subside. As with anything that involves training the mind and body, taking baby (puppy) steps is needed. The goal is to provide training/structure in moderation and with positive reinforcement. Not over stimulation & negative reinforcement.
Dogs do not care if we are students, old, young, rich, poor, have a BMW, or drive a shopping cart. They read our energy from that very first moment, and moment-to-moment after. They know whether we are excited, dominant, loud, calm, passive, or assertive. In the dog world you are energy. Pretty simple. If you give loving energy, you are loved. If you reward calm behavior, you will have a calm dog.
Socialization for puppies is a very important part in their overall balance and maturation. If your puppy has not had all of his shots, you can still take him to places where there are humans, children, and sounds. Share with him, and those with you, that you are able to control the environment, and you will find him trusting and respecting you more. Do not allow unstable people to approach your puppy until they are calm. Always approach with a calm and assertive energy. Practicing this will aid you with training people in how you would like them to interact with your puppy.
A training suggestion: Find his threshold, and work on expanding it by baby steps. If walking out of the room triggers a negative behavior, then walk almost out of the room (or however far you can go without him leaving his post, crying, or barking) and then give a reward. If it's out of site, then walk almost out of site, then give a reward. If it's five minutes, then leave for four minutes, and if he's not crying, give a reward. Whatever it is, during trianing sessions don't push him beyond his threshold, and when you do, don't reward it, just take a step back, or "go back to kindergarden." It's all happening in grades.
I hope this helps.

LIVE HAPPY!
Alexia, James, and Sundance

Monday, February 6, 2012

Monday Elk Party

Back at it again! Monday we came across a pack of majestic elk. I've heard when people run into a pack of elk, it might trip-wire the elk into a frenzy, causing a locomotive to head right at us. We did not want that to happen.
James, Mamma and I were out for our a.m. run in little Mingus Park, just down the street from where we live. We were only a few yards into the wooded part, when to our astonishment we saw three elk in our path. We looked up the hill to our right, and two more were tramping down to follow the other three into the ravine. We approached with caution; we did not want to disturb them any more than we already had, but we did want to continue forward and get our exercise in. James kept vigilant, making sure there wasn't some predator around who had been eying these big meaty delicious elk prior to us joining the scene. Mamma was so happy, and I was not sure how I felt about it, considering all I wanted to do was get a stronger whiff of their musty cologne and butt asteroids.
Momma had my leash and told me it was no big deal, so I remained neutral and was not as excited. I kept myself from going into a frenzy of emotion and behaved calm, knowing all would be okay with Daddy ahead of us taking these pictures. Maybe we saw those elk because we watched Smoke Signals and Running Brave yesterday. Whatever it was, it was amazing to see those giant creatures the size of horses with huge antlers bigger than me, just five blocks from our house. We love you elk!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Vitamin D in Oregon

"Do you think he has any idea where he is going today and who he will be with?"
"I don't think so. But I bet he is dreaming of it."

When I finally woke up, the sun was shining, birds were singing, Sweety was barking next door, and I could hear Mamma and James whispering in the background. Last week, we had rain on and off, but for the last few days temperatures have been in the high 50's and the skies were bluer than an infant's onesie.
After James drove Mamma to SWOCC on Monday, he and I headed to Emma's house to find her waiting
impatiently with her master. Emma is a sweetheart, but has much to learn about being a dog and not behaving like she is the center of the universe. I am glad this is where I can be of assistance and aid in her rehab.
While at Bastendorf Beach, we immediately jumped into playful bows. She is still very young, and has a tendency to be very tense, unsure of objects beyond her control, and loaded with nervous anxiety. After about an hour or so, she began to ease up and her usually arched back looked less strained. She actual resembled me.
I had her running, playing tag, and fetching. All the things us dogs love to do. However, getting into the water still puts her on edge. When I was about the same age as Emma,
we lived in Santa Cruz and would visit the beach daily. James, Mamma and I came upon a golden party at a beach one day. No, not a bunch of senior citizens. We happened to drop in on about ten golden retrievers playing and bathing in the sun. Never before had I seen such a remarkable pack of dogs; this was the catalyst that lured me into the water, the miracle that changed me. I know Emma is getting closer, but she will need more convincing.
Now I am like a seal peeping his head out near the shore, catching a glimpse of sand dwellers wanting to be like me. I am so happy playing in water, retrieving and body surfing back to James and Mamma.
I'm always happy to come home to my big brother, Skuzum, who is content to sleep on Ducky or lean on Froggy, his love-slave Froggy, for a post-coital lick.
Have a great week friends. LIVE HAPPY!