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Pomp, Circumstance and . . . hand me that lint brush, will ya

I cried yesterday. In public. But they were all happy tears and I was just joining in with everyone else at the CCI graduation for the North Central Region. Some seriously positive Karma going around in that auditorium. Good vibrations, if you will.
Canine Companions for Independence holds graduation ceremonies four times a year. People who have been partnered with a skilled assistance dog by CCI complete two weeks of team training at the regional center. A graduation ceremony is then held after the successful completion of this unique bonding and training experience. Let’s stop here for a second. Those last two sentences hold so much and it is truly difficult to put into words just how profound this process is. It would take a book to hold all the words, I think.
And how to explain the emotions at a Team Training Graduation?  It’s one of those “you had to be there” kinda things, but I’ll give it a heck of a try. Ok, so imagine yourself in a auditorium. It’s a sold out event and late comers are left standing in the back and sitting in the aisles. Now imagine that for about every three or four people, there is also a dog. Except for the occasional dog hair in the dust motes, a casual observer would have no idea that the auditorium is filled with dogs. No barking, no dog smell, no dogs moving around. 
Board of Directors VP, Carolyn, takes the stage and asks everyone who has attended a graduation before to please stand. We look around to see who is still seated, there are so many first timers here. These new people are our future, she tells us. These are the CCI supporters, volunteers and maybe even new puppy raisers. We’re to make sure they have tissues for what’s next.
The puppy raisers with matriculating dogs are now on the stage to be recognized. After the ceremony, they will drive to the regional center to turn the pups they’ve raised over to CCI for the next phase of advanced training. These folk and the pups have been together for the last 14 months or so. Some stand there straight and strong on stage. Others may have a tear or two roll down. For those of us who have stood on that stage, we understand.  How do we give them up, we’re asked. With a lot of pride and a box of tissues, we say.
Now it’s time to meet the new teams. Yesterday’s ceremony had eleven graduating teams, some adults and some children. One team at a time is brought on stage. The individual first, then the puppy raiser of their skilled companion joins them on stage. We’re not going to see a paper diploma handed over here. Something else intended to help them on their journey as they move onto this next path in life. The puppy raiser walks their new skilled companion to them to “pass the leash.”  This is it, people. The proudest moment for a CCI puppy raiser; whatever we did over those 14 months, everything that the amazing CCI trainers did, everything the dog can offer. The puppy we love so much is now in the hands of someone who will love them even more. Our dog, who is not our dog, has found their destiny. This is it.
To repeat what I said before, you really have to be there to get this experience. I’ve shared how I feel as a new puppy raiser. It’s an experience unique to each person. Information on the next graduation ceremonies for each regional center can be found on the CCI’s website (CCI graduation dates).  A search of youtube will bring up some excellent presentations like this one: puppy raiser presentation.
Each CCI Team Training Graduation is a feel-good time, but this particular one had even more meaning for me than most. Fellow puppy raiser, Jeff, turned over Nao’s leash to a young boy and his family. That’s Nao in the photo (top) and the other is with the lovely Inga on their last play date. I’ve known the ruggedly handsome Nao since he was a young pup as he grew up in the office as the same time as Inga. I’ve not yet had the honor of “passing the leash” so I can only guess how wonderful this must feel. I am so happy for Jeff, Nao and especially this young family. What a perfect, blessed match.

Please excuse me now. I think I have something in my eye.

Two’s Company, Three’s a Party

Those who know me well respect that I’m not a morning person. Actually, even those who don’t know me well seem to figure that little factoid out pretty quickly. But I gotta say that this past week’s puppy sitting duties brought a change in attitude. 
We had a puppy party every morning in my kitchen starting at the otherwise grim and unforgiving hour of 7 a.m. A fellow CCI puppy raiser had a tight work schedule over these last few days, so he dropped his little furby off at my place. And what a blast we had. The family dog, our CCI pup and this new little guy collided together each morning and ran through the house as a single conjoined fur unit. There was no way I could hold onto the morning grumpies while in the same house as three dogs in the throes of frenzied happiness. It just takes all the ugly out of a day.
Not that I could keep this kind of pace up all day, of course. After I got to the office, I prompty handed one pup over to my BFF cube farm partner. By promptly, I mean that I called her from my cell phone in the parking lot to come out here and get the one of these dogs. Please.
I get the occasional question from folk asking if my first CCI pup, Inga, were to be released from the CCI program, would I adopt her. I think it obvious that I want her to pass and become a skilled service dog for someone, but yeah, I would take her back.  “But,” people say, “then you’d have three dogs in your house.” I would smile sweetly at this naiveté and tell them how much I love dogs and not to worry. “I really think I can handle it just fine,” I say. Reality is a cold and cruel master, however. Sure, I can handle three dogs. Just maybe not at the same time. Check that; I absolutely do believe it’s possible to live with three dogs successfully in a thriving and happy household. 
It’s two young puppies and a terrier mix tearing through my house like a Cub Scout pack tanked on Mountain Dew that is a test of my humble abilities. But would I do it again?  In a heartbeat.
Photos this time around are of Micron and his new puppy friend, Karsen.  On top, they share an eviscerated frog toy, courtesy of the lovely Inga. Next two shots are their separate interpretations of a Sit Stay. And the parting shot is blessed naptime. To be clear, they do both have comfy dog beds and crates.

A fine taste in shoes

And so it begins . . . puppy teething. Micron will be four months on January 23rd and right on schedule for starting on the adult teeth. We all thought it was oh-so-cute when he lost his top two front teeth and then we noticed his new attraction to leather shoes. Well, all shoes really, but leather is always a puppy’s favorite it seems. Ok, so shoes and table legs and door frames and well, you know, anything that will fit inside that adorable puppy maw is at grave risk of dental imprinting. We are now on Puppy Alert Level of Yellow-Elevated. And he is answering to the sing-song call ringing throughout the house of Micron-Whatcha-Chewin’-On?

That’s him in the pic at the top carrying both of Derek’s size 12’s around the living room. His snout is completely inside. One of the cardinal rules of dog training is that you can’t laugh when giving a correction. Not a problem here; he couldn’t see a thing.

On a bit more positive note, we’ve turned a corner in his obedience training. Things are starting to click in that cute little blonde head of his. Micron’s maturing out of his little furball stage into a young pup. A couple of weeks ago I was getting a blank stare for “shake.” Today, it’s a solid paw slap into my palm. Good stuff. We’ve introduced the CCI commands of Sit, Down, Wait, Release, Shake, Heel, Kennel, Let’s Go, Car, and the ever important command of Hurry for toileting on command.
So with that training arsenal in place, we began puppy classes at Dayton Dog Training this week. I strolled in there fully confident that I had a star pupil on the end of that leash. And was immediately and completely humbled. Inside that intelligent puppy brain is, of course, a puppy. His thought process for the next 60 minutes included things like, hey-hey-hi-i’m-a-puppy-are-you-a-puppy-too-wanna-rassle and hey-hey-what’s-that-smell-yow-gotta-pee-hey-there’s-another-puppy. Right. I’m taking some better treats next week.
For a closing, I’m including a couple of frosty nose pics from that last big snow we had.

The holiday season is a time for reflection

So I was thinking about Micron’s name. If you added his dad’s name to his, it would be Micron Blaze. Adding my last name would make it Micron Sword. If this makes you wince a little, you probably enjoy healthy and logical thoughts most of the day. If instead you’re thinking either of these name combos would make a great name for a rock band or even a comic book superhero, then perhaps you have a creative streak. But if you’re actually sounding out the name Micron Blaze Sword and writing it down so you can name your avatar for Diablo III when it comes out in 2010, then I would welcome you to my happy world of Geekville. Just something fun to think about. I’ll be going back to my job in finance on Monday to think normal thoughts again.
Micron had a wonderful and peaceful Christmas holiday with family and friends.The live tree has survived so far with only one ornament casualty. So I will state that it is indeed possible to have a six foot Christmas tree in the same room as a 3 month old puppy. It’s helpful to not have any ornaments within easy puppy reach and we did have to be mindful to keep him out of the sap water. After encouraging Micron to understand the difference between inside and outside when it’s time to do his business, you gotta wonder what a dog thinks when you bring a tree in the house.To his credit, it didn’t occur to him to water the tree for us. That’s what the carpet’s for.
Micron opened a brand new Kong on Christmas morning. The long suffering Jager had asked for the same thing that he wanted last Christmas — a bowl of water that doesn’t have Lab backwash. He got a stuffed frisbee instead. And a couple of tuff tennis balls for the two of them to share. They spent the morning taking the frisbee away from each other and ran manic circles around the Christmas tree while I cringed.
We had a vet appointment this week for vaccination boosters. Micron is going to a new veterinary clinic, Brookville Animal Hospital. I’ve been very pleased with the choice, with both the care and the follow-up calls by the staff. For our friends local to this area, I would have no hesitation in recommending this clinic; it’s very clean and the staff is first rate. Dr. Judd gave Micron a good report. I was glad to be able to confirm that he’s a healthy pup and his weight is where he should be at 28 lbs.
Photos for this post include Micron posing under the sparsely decorated tree (top photo), the two dogs opening Jager’s Christmas gift (above left), Derek introducing Micron to the dog hand puppet that barks to the tune of three remarkably annoying Christmas songs (above right), and Micron getting a nose boop from young Beckett, who “doesn’t like dogs.” (below).
Wishing a happy and blessed New Year to all. Have fun, be safe, and make good choices this coming year. It’s gonna be a good one.