Most of the time the gift-giver has a heartfelt and emotional reason for this precious gift, or seeing the puppy in the pet store is just too much to resist. Sometimes the puppy is used as an expression of love and fulfilling a desire but no education has taken place to prepare the recipient.
In the first two articles on separation disorder, I touched on a little of the physiology behind it. This was followed by information on the breeders influence in neonatal development and the first steps in helping a young puppy learn to cope with short separation from littermates and Mom.
I was thinking of the ways that dogs are giving us reasons to be thankful for the part they play in enriching our very existence. Doing research on this topic made me realize that I would have to write a book, so I’m touching on a few areas and leave some stories for future articles.
How many times did we hear this statement, "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" directed at us when we were in school or young enough to require adult supervision? We need eye contact in order to communicate face to face with other humans. With kids we usually follow up with the question, “Are you listening to me?” or “Did you hear what I said?”
Another side of a lost dog finding his way home is our behavior. That’s right. Here’s some things that we as a community of dog-loving people can sometimes do that interferes with returning a dog to his family.
In parts 1 and 2 of this series, I touched on the very early signs of the environmental impact on new puppies.
In the Oct. 5 issue of the Denver Post’s cartoon section, I found a little gem that spoke eloquently to one premise of understanding dog behavior; the importance of looking at the environment surrounding a specific behavior.
Last year, I wrote about how Halloween might be experienced through my dog Stuart’s eyes. It probably seems pretty weird to a dog to hear the voice and scent of their owner but to have them be totally unrecognizable in costume. Another side of this holiday experience is the fun of putting costumes on our dogs.
We all (and that includes you) lost a shining star in the world of animal behavior on Sept. 29. Dr. Sophia Yin's star fell way too soon from the galaxy made up of so many other dedicated and knowledgeable veterinarians, animal behaviorists, consultants and trainers.
When healthy, well-socialized puppies leave their littermates to go into their forever homes, it becomes the responsibility of that new family to transition that puppy safely and create a secure and happy environment. This is a very important step in teaching the pup trust and safety with his new family.
Whether it’s called separation anxiety, separation distress or good old destructive chewing, coming home to the results of this problem can just plain ruin your day. This subject deserves more attention than we can provide in one sitting so watch for more details in three future articles.
In a previous article (“Identity theft”), I wrote about different types of identification that would be helpful if your dog was lost. One summer, about 35 years ago, I lost my Irish terrier, Finn. My husband and I were out of town. Throughout a period of three days, Finn was spotted by friends whom he knew, but he kept running.
Earlier this year, I traveled to Fort Collins, with my Rat Terrier named Skippy, to participate in a Nose Work Trial sponsored by the National Association of Canine Scent Work. The trial site was located at the Equine Center in an amazing place filled with all types of delicious doggy smells.
Let’s start with synonyms: For humans, to train is to teach, educate, tutor, instruct, coach etc. To train is a verb meaning to learn the skills necessary to do a job, or teach somebody such skills, especially through practical experience. When I teach a class or client this definition applies.
She was so soft. She nuzzled close and licked my chin and fell asleep in my arms. Putting her to bed was like gently placing a tiny infant to rest. You hardly could bear to leave her alone. She looked at you with such adoration. You were the light of her life. She took your gentle reprimands with a woeful look of humility. She lived to please you and be near you and follow you everywhere. You were her hero and protector. And then she turned 6 months old, the age of burgeoning adolescence.