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Time to ramp it up

Everett & Ella invent TubeBall, a new puppy game. It’s a little hard to explain because the rules keep changing depending on who has the ball.

Fergo, my friend, you know how much I love you, I say to this handsome black dog. Just because you’re you.

But the old fella just looks up at me with those soulful brown eyes. Eyes that have seen puppy after puppy pass through his puppy raisers’ home. Eyes that have known love and can return deep affection without a word being said.

Eyes that are now looking deep into my own and saying “Cookie?”  He nudges my right front jeans pocket.  The magic place that dog treats come from.

Alright, you handsome fella. I have to give in to his sweetness. There’s just nothing else to be done about it.  Just one. I need the rest for Euka’s training today.

Fergo and I, we’re old friends. A CCI release dog and beloved pet of Emma’s puppy raisers. We once took Fergo on a vacation road trip with us (see Ten Ten in Penn) when his folk needed a puppy sitter for a week. You know, nothing is as bonding as traveling in an RV together. After a solid week of shared residence in a six wheeled rolling house, everyone inside has experienced, and shared, the complete toolbox of emotions. And have revealed all hidden personality traits. Ah, but Fergo was a doll the entire road trip, the best dog in the house. I do love this big sweetie.

But today’s about working with the E’s and exposing them to different experiences. The dog treats in my pocket are currency to pay the young Euka for a job well done. I’m hoping to be broke by the end of the afternoon.

Along with Euka, we have littermates Everett, Ella and Emma. A few minutes of playtime is an excellent idea to get some of the puppy heebie jeebies out.  Run puppies! Run!, we encourage. As if they need it.  A handful of dog lovin’ neighbors pop by with their kids to help with socialization. Well, so far so good. Easy peasie. Ok, now it’s time to psych ourselves and get down to business here. Put on your working faces puppies, this is serious stuff now.

Many of the training stations are similar to the experiences the E’s had with their breeder caretaker and so won’t be the first time they seen such things. But repeated positive experiences as their growing puppy brains develop will help them as they continue to encounter the new and different that crosses their path.

On the left, Euka and Emma are walking on a wobble board. As working dogs, they’ll be asked to walk across different surfaces. A service dog can’t try to avoid or move around an unfamiliar surface, so confidence here is a requirement.

The photo at the top of the post has Everett and Ella in a tube during playtime. As a training exercise we put the pups in a Sit/Stay at one end, then called them through to the other. An enclosed environment is another situation that we want them to be comfortable with. Think about air travel; there’s not much room at the feet of an individual traveling with their service dog by airplane. That’s indeed some tight quarters in the cabin, for both man and beast, so we want the pups to know that it’s still safe when in a space that surrounds their body.

Moving along, we reach the ramp station. Can the pups accept this surface, one that will have them exposed above the ground?

Everett says it’s a cake walk. He doesn’t just strut up the thing, but does it with a frisbee in his mouth, the little show-off.  C’mon girls, he taunts. Bet ya a dog cookie you can’t get me up here!

Hey you girly girls! I got the frisbee and you don’t!  Emma has a look on her face like, I’m gonna pound him.

The girls, of course, rise to the challenge of their brother. He is in possession of the frisbee, after all. And that just won’t do.

Ella is next up the ramp, giving the thing a close inspection before she makes it to the apex so she can smear her brother and claim her victory prize.

We clear the deck chair of the distraction of now rastlin’ puppies and give Euka her chance to explore. And the usually fearless Euka surprised us by needing some encouragement. We tried with a dog cookie a couple of times, but it wasn’t until Everett came tearing back up the slide (Comin’ through! he yells) that she found her motivation. Yep, the spirit of competition. With Everett standing at the top, wagging his tail, Euka looks at him with a Like heck you are expression and charges to the top to pound him.

Aw, this ain’t nuthin’, says Euka. Try to gimme a challenge next time.

Emma has at it like she’s done this all before, too.

Well done, little pups!  And with a renewed sense of purpose and control, we then move on to a photo shoot of the four to bring their first training class to a successful close.

Wanna take a guess? How many puppy raisers does it take to get four eleven-week-old puppies to sit nicely on a lawn swing. Ha ha, y’all. No, it’s not twenty, but thanks for thanking that. Actually, I’m not gonna tell you because it’s too embarrassing.

But I will admit that Fergo was a huge help as a photographer’s assistant. The big sweetie.

Fergo helps to set up the E’s for their photo shoot.

Wordless Wednesday: The Ohio Four find their groove

For those that recall our first ill-fated photo shoot of the Ohio Four at Like Cub Scouts Tanked on Mountain Dew, I am just filled to bursting with pride to show you that we can indeed get these little squirrels together in one photo.

Sure, they’re older and wiser now after three weeks. Heck, we all are. And we puppy raisers of the Ohio Four have been working hard to find our groove with our new charges. Each one unique in personality, temperament and energy level.

From left to right – Ella, Emma, Everett and Euka at eleven weeks old.  Being raised for Canine Companions for Independence.
 

Adaptation

I’m checking email on the laptop when Micron walks into the kitchen, drains the water bowl like a swamp monster and then flomps to the floor. A heavy canine sigh as he looks up at me with those soft brown eyes.

Mikey, my love, I say. You look like you’re carrying the weight of the world upon your withers. Wassup, dude?

She’s hogging the dog bed, he mumbles. All I have is this cold, hard floor [soft whine].

Right, big guy. The cool, smooth floor. Which has always been your first choice. I remind him. I’ve never seen you even sniff that dog bed, never mind lay on it.  And hey, by the way, “she” is has a name. It’s Euka and she’ll be here a while you know. So, Micron honey, fess up. What’s really the problem here?

He closes his eyes and sighs again. She, that Euka dog, keeps biting my Tail of Wondrous Beauty. Well, that and my ears and feet and I don’t know how, but She Euka somehow got my tongue and . . .

I stop typing on the laptop and turn to look at him. Oh, Micron, you’ve been such a tolerant guy these past three weeks. You know what? I’ve been answering the same two questions since Euka showed up here. Everyone wants to know how she’s doing with her training and such. And then folk want to know how you’re adapting with this big change in your life, too.

Really? He lifts his head. The hint of a doggie smile on his face. And you tell them I’m suffering, right? That I’m a martyr for the sake of a shoe eating little carpet stainer? That I must taste like chicken because my tender flesh is being gnawed upon by a She piranha with four legs? How my life’s purpose has been diminished to the bleak tasks of merely eating and sleeping while I await the sunrise just to do it over again? Is that what you tell them?  His tail starts to wag.

Micron, you are such a goober, I say. What I tell everyone is that Euka is doing just wonderful with her training and how she’s actually not eating shoes and staining the carpet. And then I say how well the two of you are getting along now.  You’ve been so very sweet about sharing toys and playing chase in the backyard.  I’m thinking that once this puppy chewing phase has passed, that the two of you will be pretty good pals.  

And now that I think about it, I have seen the two of you share that dog bed, too.  I pull up a photo and turn the laptop to show him. See, Euka even scootched her head off to give you room, the little sweet thing. 

What!? Micron blinks hard and looks at me. You have got to be kidding me.

Yeah, I’m just yankin’ your chain, I laugh. But c’mon, it is pretty funny. And a little pathetic too, I guess.  But there’s more here. I was able to get some shots of you two playing nicely together.  Look, I think you’ll like these. 

See, like this one. The symbolism of kinship. You and Euka are breaking bread together. Get it? Bread?  It’s a gingerbread man! hahaha . . .

Micron looks at me. Uh huh, what else ya got?

. . . hahaha [snort]. Ok, big guy, I continue. Here’s a couple of you two sharing another toy. Well ok, not a toy really. It seems you two have developed an allergy to the plethora of doggie toys I trip over in the kitchen. You’re playing Keep Away with a scrap of newspaper. It was kind of a short lived game.

Oh yeah! says Micron. That was a good game. I won, too. She Euka will never get it now. I made sure of that [slurp], guaranteed.

Sure, it all comes out ok in the end, doesn’t it, I say. So to speak. Hey, look at this one. Euka is all airborne coming at you. 

Airborne, Microns says. Right, just like a bad cold.

So whaddya think now, Mikey? I ask. I rub his head and scratch that magic place behind his ears. Life isn’t really all so bleak now, is it? You still have your Therapy Dog work and now you get to play with a housemate that at least has a sense of humor. Unlike other canine [cough jager] housemates. And folk still care so much about you that they want to know how you’re faring.

And you, Micron my love, have a huge responsibility as a big furry brother to Euka. She needs to learn so much over these next months. And you’re just the guy to be a tutor to this young student. 

You’re right! I have like worldly experience and stuff. And here’s exactly where we need to start, says Micron looking at the next photo on the screen. She Euka needs to work on her poker face. Just look at this!  It’s like you asked what we’re up to and I shrug and say ‘nuthin much’.  But the kid has a guilty look on her mug. She totally gives us away. He stands up and looks out into the family room.

Oh hey, She Euka, c’mere wll ya? calls Micron. School’s now in session, kiddo.

What? No, we’re not doing anything [smack gulp]

Wordless Wednesday: Caption This #8

So I’m looking at the shots I took while Euka and Micron were doing that weird labrador mouth play game and this one appears on the the screen.

I dunno, I get the feeling that some covert information was being shared here. Like Micron is telling the kid No, don’t look at her! Just act normal and listen up . . .

What?!  Telling her what?!  Surely they’re not plotting against the Food Lady.

Are they?

What do you think Micron is telling the new kid?  If you can read those dog lips, drop me a comment so I can get a heads up on things, won’t you?

Four point mutt

Where does this persistent optimism come from anyway? It’s not like I’m bolstered by past successes. I’m not even an unnaturally upbeat kinda chick. Yet there we went into the backyard all confident – the pup, the big goober dog and me – accompanied by the Canon and two sets of reindeer antlers.  

Gonna get me some cute holiday photos for the CCI card exchange, said that child’s voice of naivete inside my head. Oh yeah, this will be so awesome.

And if awesome involves repeated lamentations of aargh! quit knocking them off! then yeah, we got yer awesome right here.

Because if one wasn’t shaking the antler things off his or her own noggin, he or she was pulling them off the other’s.  Then Euka would take off in a full gallop of puppy happiness with the merry sound of jingle bells coming from the head boppers in her mouth.

Oh sure, I expected this. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve put head boppers on a dog, you know. But I really want this to work out so I can get those holiday shots.

I set the antlers on the lawn, then pause to putz around with the camera settings. Then this.

Look closer. Do you see the antlers held oh-so-gently in that puppy maw? The look of daring in those brown eyes? It’s like she knows.

We’ll start with the mighty Micron. He’s been through this fun before, so he’s experienced enough to realize the sooner we get this party started, the sooner he gets the good-boy treat.

But Euka says Incoming! She leaps, Micron blocks. With one meaty, baseball mitt paw, he insists she keep her teeth to herself.

Minutes later, still only one dog is wearing antlers. Micron is savvy enough to recognize that I’m wearing down, which he knows will be followed next by seriously lowered standards. So with a hopeful tip of the head, Micron helps Euka to snatch off those blasted antlers. And she will. Or sever his carotid. Odds are pretty even here.

Alright, that’s it.  Wiping dog spit and mud off the antlers, it’s time to change what I had in mind. No, not defeat. That’s crazy talk. Instead I need to call in for back-up.  What are you doing right now? I ask the Husband. Nothing, right? He sees the look in my eyes, sighs and turns off the lawn mower to follow me back to the dogs.

Ok, I want antlers on both dogs, I explain as if he’s not been through this exercise with me before. And the puppy will be right here in front of Micron. See, like right between his front legs. Exactly like that. And both of them looking at the camera. Here’s a dog cookie. Got it? What? Don’t look at me like that! Ugh, all right, get the puppy in a Sit and put the stupid antlers on her.

No, they’re looking at you and the dog biscuit! Fine. At least turn Euka so her body is facing me.

Well, that’s not any better.  

At this point, we’re like a badly choreographed dance. The husband’s moving back and forth to plop the head boppers on a moving dog, then stepping quickly out of the frame. I’m circling the three of them, clicking the shutter with that one last shred of hope hanging by a loose thread to my fragile sanity.

And hey! This one’s kinda cute.

And with my fresh, but healthier, lowered standards we go with that shot. And the Plan B shots of close ups of the two of them individually.

Euka II

The Mighty Micron

And that’ll do. Dog cookies all around for a job well done. A glass of chilled white for the photographer and her assistant.

Now, where are the Santa hats? Oh, Jager …I got a dog cookie for you …