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Yaxley’s Progress Report #1

Yeah, ok. But they feed you here, right?

For those of us that have sent our favorite kids off to college to grow their wings, well, you know how that feels? With a kiss and a long hug, you give them the nudge as they move on to grasp the responsibilities of adulthood.  Make good choices now, we say holding back a tear.

And now are they making friends, but paying attention to their studies?  Remembering to eat right? Oh, I hope he’s getting the sleep he needs.

For some of us puppy raisers, it takes a while to relax and let go of these same worries about our former furry charges in Advanced Training. That first phone call from CCI helps the mental process move along.  We talked with Yaxley’s trainer this week.

She tells me that he is adjusting just fine to his new digs and playing nicely with his roommate. He’s met more dogs in group play and building his confidence. They’re moving through the initial health checks now with Yaxley, but only worked with assessing training skills briefly.

Over the next month Yaxley will be introduced to the more complex commands he’ll need to know as an assistance dog. So, we hang loose until the end of September when we’ll get the next update.

Do well, our awesome yellow dog. You’ll be in our thoughts every day.

GIMME AN E! Please?

Gimme an E!

Sharing space with two cats in our modest ranch-style starter home had its challenges, the most impactful being the olfactory offense. The cat boxes reeked.  All the time.  Even though we were generous to give the cats an ersatz bathroom of their very own, the mixed aroma of perfumed cat litter and fresh litter snickers wafted throughout the house like a vengeful ghost.

Hey, my food . . .HEY LADY! 
My food bowl is empty! 
Charlie Cat requesting more, please.

Just the cost of doing business with cats, I thought, as I would scoop the boxes with head tipped away to avoid a direct nasal hit. Then one rainy day, I’m impressively multi-tasking by relaxing with a magazine while actively avoiding heavy housework. Was it (ironically) Good Housekeeping?  No, actually I don’t recall the fateful periodical, but I do remember one particular full page ad. It was a collection of colored pencil drawings showing a healthy cat, a litter box and . . .whats this?  Holy Cow, could it be true? An ad for Iams Cat Food claiming smaller and less smelly stool!  With high quality ingredients that metabolize more efficiently . . . what does that even mean? But I don’t care. I’m headin’ for the feed store to get me some of this amazing stuff.

So that was the day I stopped feeding the colorful kibbles that I always had a coupon for and instead paid the extra buck for the plain brown niblets in the bright orange bag. In a short time, the cats looked healthier, smelled better and stopped vomiting hairballs that stained the carpet in fruit loopy colors. And yes, as advertised, their poop was indeed presented in tidy little brown packages nestled atop the sand.

Dang, y’all. Truth in advertising, go fig.

Impressed with this discovery, I look over at Jack the Wonder Dog and we share a hmmm moment. Our huge Labrador-based mutt had the cats trumped in the poop department. The only saving grace was that his recycled dog food was deposited in the fresh suburban air of the backyard. Right, most of the time. This is the same sweet dog that we were told to just take him home and enjoy him by an obedience school. Ok, maybe two obedience schools. His brain got full, bless his little golden heart.

Jack the Wonder Dog. Not a CCI dog.
Picture a thought balloon over his head with a
question mark in it. And yep, that’s him all over.

But switching the big guy over to that green bag of Iams Chunks made such a remarkable difference in the quality of his coat. And his poo? Indeed smaller and firmer. If ya gotta scoop up the stuff, this is the best you could hope for, I think.

And so began my love affair with The Iams Company, a family owned local business in 1993 when I applied for a job in the plant office. But tragically, I was rejected. The interview feedback was something about thinking I might be too “thin-skinned” (and just what did they mean by THAT!?!) for this rough and tumble plant manager. But no matter, my resume was forwarded to another manager in the R&D facility. And I found my home there.

And here we are, nearly twenty years later. I’m still in love with my job and absolutely passionate about the products we make. I don’t want to get all commercial-like on you, but I feed my beloved furry friends Eukanuba. I’d rather fight than switch, as they say.

Is is possible to be passionate about dog food? I say yes. Yes, it is. Does it make me a great conversationalist? So, how ’bout them nice brown kibbles? Liking that poop?  Ok, maybe not so much. 

So anyway, P&G Pet Care and the Eukanuba brand have been very supportive of Canine Companions for Independence over these past few years. And I’m so proud to have a connection as well. So I’m particularly jazzed about this deal with Eukanuba sponsoring a CCI puppy litter. The upcoming soon-to-be-famous E litter.

I’m especially giddy excited to be chosen to raise one of these little furry canine masterpieces.  The gorgeous Taya will be introducing the E litter to the world on September 15. Well, on or around that date. You know how these things go.  But in the meantime, there’s work to be done y’all.

Taya enjoys a special kinda tummy rub during her ultrasound.

From the Eukanuba Facebook page . . .

The Journey to Extraordinary Starts – Meet Taya! A Canine Companions for Independence Breeder Dog pregnant and due approximately September 15th – Taya will have the “E” Litter and Eukanuba is sponsoring this litter hoping to donate $100,000 to CCI to help provide assistance dogs to those in need of one. You can help us donate by clicking daily on this tab: http://on.fb.me/EukanubaCCI

Oh sure, that’s the easy part, clicking a button to assist Eukanuba’s donation to CCI. Please do that. But there’s some really serious business, too.  Submitting a name suggestion for the pups presents a whole nuther challenge.

Ok, think of a name that starts with the letter E. Now say it out loud a couple of times. Sound ok? Right, now go to your back door and shout it real loud. No, loud. So the neighbors can hear you. Feeling pretty good about it? Is this still a name that a puppy raiser wouldn’t curse you for? Keep in mind we’ll be saying the pup’s name about a gadzillion times over sixteen months. No pressure though.

I would suggest two or three syllable names are lovely. Four syllables are to be avoided. A dirty deed is done before you can finish saying Enceladus.

Smart, beautiful and doesn’t even look pregnant.
If she were a person, this would irritate me terribly.

Instructions, including suggestions from CCI, are on Euk’s Facebook. Check ‘er out. And on behalf of fellow puppy raisers, please be kind with the suggestions, of course. You may want to hold back on Eurythmic and Estheticia and such. It’s not becoming to spit when we call the pups.

You’re kind of a big deal

A gift from CCI pup in training, Rocket.
Rocket is being raised in Colorado and has his own dog blog.

Which color do you want, blue or purple?

Gimme the purple one.

Don’t draw a dog. It’ll just make you sad.

With purple crayon poised over the white butcher paper covering the restaurant table, I hesitate. What to draw while we’re awaiting our pasta dinners?  Sorely lacking in any artistic ability, I could do the same clever little cartoon fish that I usually scrawl out, but I ordered seafood and that seems insensitive. Ugh, quit being silly, I tell myself. My mood is in a bruised state and I’m getting weary of putting on a brave front.

We pass the time by writing our names upside down and with our non-dominant hands. 

My Favorite Kid, left handed and right brained, is the artist of the family. While I draw the crayon version of a play-doh snake, he creates a very nice portrait of “Labrador retriever in blue crayon”. 

You told me not to draw a dog because it would make me sad, I say.

It makes me happy, he says.

Ah, he’s got the right attitude. Let’s celebrate the journey that brought us to where we are right now. And I begin to feel a little better about this end of a busy day. Twelve hours filled with the roller coaster extremes of emotional highs and lows.

We arrive in Dublin in early morning with Yaxley in tow to meet up with other CCI puppy raisers for training and workshop. That’s Dublin, Ohio (the Heart of America!), the same state that holds other such landlocked exotic locales as Russia, Bellfontaine, Lebanon and Versailles. Each pronounced differently than one would expect, and in some cases, make one cringe a little.

Yaxley (L) and Yoda (R)

Yaxley reunites with his littermate, Yoda, who was raised in Illinois. The two haven’t seen each other since they flew in from Santa Rosa eighteen months ago. They looked liked twins at eight week old powder puffs, but today we see some very distinct differences in their appearance.

Both are devastatingly handsome, of course.  At least some things never change.

Watching the college babes.

We take a break from the workshop and move from the conference room to the auditorium, to attend CCI’s August Graduation ceremony.  I do try to make it to each graduation ceremony, held four times a year, as it keeps me grounded in this puppy raising thing. A visceral reminder that this isn’t my dog. Of why I do this.  But actually, our attendance today is rather obligatory as it’s Yaxley’s matriculation into Advanced Training.

Puppy raisers and their charges being recognized on stage. I’m on the right
(in lavender) clutching my carnation and sporting a look on my face like
 I wonder if they’ll make an even trade – flower for dog?
(photo courtesy Marty M., puppy raiser)

Like Christmas, it’s been on the calendar and I know full well it’s coming, but doesn’t mean I’m totally prepared for it. And the day shows up anyway, regardless of my self-imposed state of denial.

After the puppy raiser recognition, we return to our seats for the main event. The Pièce de résistance, pardon my French.

We watch as seven people, both children and adults, receive their fully trained assistance dogs. Graduates and dogs have completed two full weeks of intensive Team Training to reach today. (The dogs have completed six months of Advanced Training.) All have worked hard for this glorious moment when they can mark the beginning on the next path of their life.  More than a constant companion, these highly trained assistance dogs are at the ready to change their partner’s life in a deep and profound way.

The graduate is introduced on stage and when the name of their assistance dog is announced to us in the audience, we watch as the puppy raiser of this amazing creature enters the stage and hands the leash to the grad. Symbolic that, the handing over of the leash. A closure of sorts for the puppy raiser. I did this just for you, my friend. And I thank you for allowing me this awesome moment, thinks the puppy raiser.

The dog may give one last glance to the puppy raiser (I love you), but they then turn to their new partner and with a doggie smile and tail wag, they say What are we doing next? I’m ready for ya!  We witness the bond that is already there. One that will grow even stronger over the next few years. We watch as a young boy in a wheelchair asks his dog to Lap. The dog puts front legs gently onto the boys lap and leans in for a bear hug. Tail wagging as the boy presses his head into his dog’s soft fur. Amid the aaahs, there are sniffles heard about the auditorium.

How can we do this puppy raising thing? you ask. How can we “give them up?”   Yeah, people, that’s how.

We joke around the office about how to keep Yaxley from Advanced Training. Who do I need to talk to about this? asks one high level manager, only partly kidding. My friend and co-worker attended this ceremony for the first time so she could give Yaxley one last hug. Afterwards, she says, Now I get it. I understand what Yaxley’s supposed to do. I really want him to pass the program and graduate.

I can describe all this to you and try to show you in words. But people, it’s attending a CCI graduation or seeing these assistance dogs in action that brings it home. It’s actually takes being in the presence of something awesome to really understand it, I think. 

Sure, I’m sad to not have Yaxley in my life anymore. It’s been a great ride these past eighteen months and I do love that dog. A very lot. And a week later I still look for him or reach out to pat his yellow noggin and my eyes tear up a little. But our time together is done. I’m left with knowing I did my best by him and CCI – and hope that it was enough.

Because in six months, I want to hand over the leash. I want that last glance back before he turns to his new partner to wag his tail and ask What’s next?

I want, I want. It’s not about me, though. In the end, as with all the CCI pups, it will be Yaxley that determines his next path. Will he do well in his new place at CCI, will he be strong and take on the training like this is what he was born to do? Or will he not be the right stuff of an assistance dog?  Some behavioral infraction that will take him to the fork in the road that leads to being an excellent pet for someone?

The professional trainers at CCI will take him through this dog college of sorts. They’ll show him what he needs to know.

And we’ll be right here waiting to hear about his progress. With high hopes, positive thoughts and fingers crossed. And some prayers, too.

We’ll keep y’all in the loop here. Good news or not so much, updates on Yaxley will be here so we can continue to ride together on this amazing journey.

Hey lookit! I can be as still as a, well, you know.

One college grad down, one to go.

You look good in blue

Yaxley looking sporty in his matriculation cape. He wears it well.

More later on the ceremony.  But today I’m gonna be busy hugging Micron and Jager.

I’m sure you understand. [sniffle]

The downside to cake

Who invited this guy?

Can I help you find something? asks the bakery clerk.

Please, I say. I’m in Kroger’s bakery section leafing through their cake decoration book. Flipping past the pages of Disney princesses, Sponge Bobs and Spiderman cake photos.

With the exception of Blue’s Clues, there’s not anything much dog related. And for a matriculation party? I’m not sure this young girl would even recognize the word.

So, let’s keep it simple. I’d like to get something with a dog theme, but with dignity, you know? I say.  Nothing cartoonish or silly. I want to tell her the dog is going to college. I decide to keep this little factoid inside my head for now.

But it’s obvious I have her stumped. And the sample book just proves to me that the category of “dogs matriculating into advanced training at service dog college” is a unique niche.  Of course I knew that already.  Even after raising two other CCI puppies, this is the first time I’ve ordered a cake for a matriculation party.

I’m then struck with inspiration.  Oh I know!  A Face Cake!  That will be perfect, I think. I’ll print out a nice photo of Yaxley and they can make it into an edible image on the cake. Blue and yellow embellishments will keep it all CCI-like.  Yep, that’ll do quite nicely. 

A lovely job, I think. Thanks bakery people!

The icing matches the CCI colors. And Yax’s name is spelled right.
The four-dot embellishments are paw prints.  I think.

We’d sent out invitations at work the week before. With the promise of dog hugs and free cake, we’re expecting a lot of folk to stop by to give their best wishes to Yaxley.

It was a BYOD open house celebration. Bring Your Own Dog.  And some of Yaxley’s best friends showed up – Scarlet, Natas, Micron and P&G’s VP of Canine Communications, Pawl Griffin.

Not sure why Yaxley looks so down in this photo. Perhaps missing his crush, Jolie, who couldn’t make the celebration. Reminds me a bit of It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To. 

Which is now an ear worm, stuck in an endless loop in my head. You too? Yeah, sorry ’bout that.

I took six shots of this group. Pawl Griffin was moving in every one, the stinker.

They all wanted to do the usual dog party games, like I Can Name That Smell in One Sniff and Who Can Eat a Dog Biscuit the Fastest.  We had to set boundaries, though, and remind them the game Today is Hump Day is not appropriate in the office environment.

Natas, Micron, Pawl Griffin and Yaxley

Ok people, now here’s the downside to a face cake. There’s some weird neuron clicking in our noggins that rejects the idea of actually consuming something that’s looking back at you. My sister, the selective vegetarian, won’t eat anything that has a face. Except shrimp, go figure. So, that means she won’t eat anything that has a face, unless it tastes good deep fried in batter. Which by the way, I think shrimp look like sea bugs, with beady eyes and all those skittery legs. And crabs? Ocean spiders, they are. Go ahead, think about it a second. I have a thing about not consuming anything that looks like a bug. Unless it tastes good deep fried. That’s how we roll in my family.

So anyway, after all is said and eaten, Yaxley’s image remains.  Those expressive eyes looking up at you from all that cake goodness. Everyone who meets Yaxley mentions those soft, brown eyes. They are the windows to his soul, as they say.

The image of Yax’s noggin is pretty much the exact size of one serving.

You guys left Yaxley’s face, I say. It’s ok to take that piece, it’s just cake you know.

We saved that piece for you, they say.

Um, ok. I said. Thanks?  Of course, there’s no way I could take a fork to it either. I mean, just look at it.  He’s making eye contact and everything. Don’t eat me, Bro, those eyes implore us.

Party hangover

Snippets of the party conversations:

So, do you think he’s gonna make it?

This is it, Yaxley [sniff].  Good bye, big guy.

What are you gonna do now? Get another puppy?

Micron’s going to really miss him when he’s gone, isn’t he?

Just one last [sob!] hug.

I started to realize it was sounding like we needed to get a priest in here for Last Rites or something. Holy cow, time to ground myself.

This isn’t the end of Yaxley. Instead, we’re sending him off to his destiny. Advanced Training, Dog College or boot camp – whatever we want to call it. He has more to learn, things to do. In a perfect world, he will graduate in six months as a service dog.

But it’s not a perfect world, right? I don’t know what’s going to happen over these next few months, nobody does. It’s not going to hold me back from sending positive thoughts his way, though.

Yaxley is going to rock somebody’s world.

On our final day with Yaxley in our home, it’s a fine time to thank P&G Pet Care and all my co-workers for being so supportive of the CCI puppy raising program.  Honest to God, we couldn’t have done this without you.

Especially Mary Ann, Amy and Jeff during the early puppy weeks while we were preparing to move to the new office.  And Heather for being there as I found my groove with work/life balance. Thanks to Laurie for those therapeutic doggie massages. And Russ for tormenting the snot out of the pup and providing those opportunities to encourage good behavior.  Kristie, Andrea, Tracy, Nina and everyone who offered up their own dogs as suitable playmates for Yaxley. Thanks to Mere, who understands it’s ok to goof around with Micron, but Yaxley is serious business.

Tomorrow is the big day, people.  While I haven’t seen the list yet, I would guess there will be about two dozen of us turning these amazing pups over to CCI in our region. The same in the other regions, as well. Keep all us puppy raisers in your thoughts, won’t you?

We know we’re doing something pretty darn cool and amazing here. We want to do this thing.

But we’re gonna cry anyway.

You gonna eat that? asks Scarlet