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Hurry on schedule

Walkies?

Dog help us, has this been the longest Ohio winter we’ve seen in years or what, people?  Ask anyone around these parts and they’ll tell you we’ve had just about enough already.

We actually had a day last week of nearly seventy degrees to be welcomed by a snowfall the very next morning.

I opened the back door to let the dogs out to conduct their business and cried out something like Oh c’mon! Really? into the howling winds.

My visions of flip flops are replaced by watching Micron belly flop into making a snow angel. Well sure, at least the dogs are happy about more snow.

I’m lamenting to the Favorite Kid today that there must be someone we can hold responsible for this, right? I mean, lookit, Alaska has majestic scenery and moose and stuff. Otherwise what’s the difference between living in this Midwestern snow blighted nonsense and being in Alaska?

Mosquitos the size of flying housecats, for one thing, says the kid. Alaska has ’em all summer long. Everybody’s anemic up there.

He knows this because he’s been to Canada with the Boy Scouts. And Canada is real close to Alaska.

So despite the dogs loving this harsh winter we human beans have been suffering through, it has been rather hard on them. Mostly because we’ve been putting more emphasis on the Hurry command.

Did you know about this?

That puppy raisers for CCI train their young charges to toilet on command? And encourage them to perform this natural act on any surface – grass, concrete, gravel or whatnot?

After I found out the life changing value of this simple command, I vowed to teach it to every dog in my life then and since. It’s rather handy, especially when important to avoid such situations where you’re telling them they should have gone before we left home.

Like for instance when socializing your pup-in-training at the grocery and as you pass the dairy section the little guy gives you that look. You know, the yikes, I need to drop a package look. And now you’re not just the chick in the grocery with a dog. Reminder: Everyone is totally aware of you being there.  Nope, you’re that woman who’s power walking to the exit repeating the mantra hold on little one we’ll make it outside hold on we’ll make it outside hold on we’ll make it outside . . . 

from Raising a Super Dog
Wha choo mean I don’t eat yet?

Two things the puppy raiser learns early on in this gig. First, don’t take the pup into the public venue when they need to toilet. Oh sure, that’s easy to say, right? You know what? Easy peasy lemon breezy to do as well.  You see, if you keep a strict feeding schedule of portion controlled meals for the pup, it gives a general idea of when to expect the next kibble recycling event.

The other thing we do is mark the biological event with a word command. Canine Companions for Independence asks us to use Hurry for this. And so we do.

And try not to enhance this simple command with adjectives, expletives or otherwise. For instance, we’re not to say something like Hurry up darn it I’m freezing out here so quit sniffing the leaf and just go already hurry puppy and there’s a cookie in it for you stop sniffing that i said. 

See, that’s not good.

And why is this toileting on command thing so important, you ask. Because, people, when these dogs are teamed with a person with a disability, something that might have been a worry is now totally controllable.

The team can focus on more important things at hand without the black cloud of doggie do following them around.

from Raising a Super Dog
The only green thing in sight is the
moss on the rock.
So, so ready for spring.

Yeah, maybe I could have worded that better. Heh, too late now. But you get it, don’t you? Hurry is one of the thirty commands introduced by the puppy raiser that we’ve talked about before. Truth be told, it’s one of the more impressive ones. At least I like it a lot and it’s saved my street cred in many a no-pets-allowed environment.

Well, that’s enough potty talk for the likes of us. Micron and I have a date at the state park.

It’s fifty one degrees this afternoon and we’re desperate to shake off some of this cabin fever on a beautiful, yet short lived, sunny day.

Because the forecast tomorrow is an overcast cloud cover with freezing temps.

True story. Because, you know. Ohio.

O… H…

Don’t leave me hangin’ here, people.

from Raising a Super Dog
We encountered a red bellied woodpecker on our nature walk.
from Raising a Super Dog
And his woman.

Wordless Wednesday: Pin the bubbles

Darn you, Pinterest. You and all your stinkin’ adorable puppy photos to find and pin. Which I do. Like a crazy woman.

And what I intended as inspiration for a photo shoot instead resulted in, well, the usual.

You see, there’s this check-your-glucose-level-first shot of a lab puppy eating a soap bubble. I wavered my smartphone in front of my Favorite Kid’s nose and said, perhaps a little too loudly, we’re gonna do this!

We don’t have a puppy, says the kid.

No matter, I say. We’ll use Micron.

So while the neighbors peek from their blinds to see what the glorified heck we’re up to again,
the kid vigorously blows soap bubbles at Micron whilst I crouch on the brown-ish grass with the Canon.

Be adorable! I coach the mighty Micron. Try to eat the bubbles!

Does he? No, no he doesn’t.

He flinches.

The dog is dodging these benign creatures as if they’re mini UFO’s filled with an alien bacteria strain. The same dog that never turns down an opportunity to test the mouth feel of a new object.

Oh, but I’m not discouraged. This is just a test run, y’all.

We’ve got a whole bottle of Gazillion Bubbles on the kitchen counter awaiting the green grass of an Ohio spring.

SPOILER ALERT:

BP_Wordless_wed_Hop_Logo_2014And [squee!] a puppy showing up soon.

Wordless Wednesday: ch…ch…Changes

So you longtime readers, our fierce and loyal supporters, you may have noticed.

A bit of a face lift of for the dog blog this week. A nip and tuck job.

Oh, just some little housekeeping things to clean up the look. I’m adding a jump link to “read more” for those longer articles. And we tidied up the side columns to shorten the load of the home page.  

But you know, I’m rather excited to debut the new logo. Lookit, I’m not a fancy girl who needs fancy things. We know that already, right?  Still, I’m more than a little jazzed to have come across a cartoonist, Tony at TBToons*, who created an image of a little super pup in training for me. 

What’s not different though? In spite of the occasional request, we have no interest in ads or product placements. This, people, is blogging in its purest state. Just stories and photos for all to enjoy as we do what we can to raise awareness of working dogs.

I invite you to feel free, when so inspired, to share our stories with friends and family. The more we stretch out, the wider this message of the magic of the human-animal bond is spread out. 

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*Tony is on Etsy at TBToons where he’ll create a digital pet portrait for you from a photograph. Super affordable and quality stuff.  Give his shop a look; you might just be pretty darn impressed. I sure was. 

Do the Hokey Pokey

Micron poses at the P&G headquarters

He slaps a right shake in.
He pulls his right paw out.
He slaps a left shake in.
And then barks and barks about.

And so goes the Hokey Pokey, Micron-style.

Here’s the recurring scene in the office. Someone has a cookie for Micron. He knows it. Nothing for free is drilled into his golden head, so he must execute one of his highly trained skills.

But in all the excitement he instead suffers a short-circuit in the memory neurons. Every. Time.

Shake! thinks Micron. I know this one! Give me five! No, wait! I’ll use the other paw! What? Why are you still talking and not giving me the cookie! Did you want me to Speak? I know that one too! 

And the three actions – right paw Shake, left paw Shake and Speak – are looped until the cookie is finally and safely tucked away in the great Micron maw.

Doesn’t he know any other commands? asks a colleague.

Oh sure, of course, I say. He does a nice solid Heel. Watch this. Micron! Heel!

Micron? I say again. Heel! Hey, Mikey … hello?

I wave my hand in front of his face, but he refuses to break eye contact with the prior cookie profferer.*

It’s ok, says my colleague. Don’t embarrass yourself.

There was a time, ok let me think a minute, let’s say about May 2011, when this dog knew a full thirty commands. Thirty, people. Speak, Shake and a whole twenty eight more. I’m not making this up. That was when we had sent Micron off to college. You know, dog college. He spent three months at Canine Companions for Independence to learn how to be an assistance dog before it was decided he should pursue another career path.

And now? Today, Micron is a pet. He has decent manners, holds a GED of sorts with a Canine Good Citizen certificate, and is a sweet, sweet boy.

Ok, there’s more. Micron is also an active volunteer in pet therapy, a job that it seems he was born to do. We should all be so lucky, right? Do what we love?

But highly trained? We don’t use those words with the mighty Micron. Well, not without air quotation marks.

Ah, I see, you say. But is it that he doesn’t remember those thirty commands… or just that he doesn’t want to?

Is there a difference? I ask you.

But I do lay claim to some bragging rights here. Because the dog is so proficient in Speak that we actually have two commands for the feat of barking on command.

Don’t just take my word for it though. Micron will demonstrate.

See? Told ya.

What? Are you still stuck on that thirty command thing? Wondering what these assistance dogs-in-training actually learn? Well, hold onto your britches because you know what? That’s just the beginning — those thirty.

CCI builds on the foundation the volunteer puppy raisers created with Shake, Speak, Down, Kennel, Heel, Side, Bed, Car (No we don’t teach them to drive. Really, people), and et cetera.  For instance the Shake command is upgraded in Advanced Training to a target command to flip a light switch.

Even better, let’s take a look at another short video. This gives a deeper look at what happens at a Team Training; two weeks of an individual and fully trained assistance dog learning how to work together.

Spoiler: tissue alert

Ok, dab your eyes, y’all.  Don’t worry about the mascara trails, though. Nobody’s judging you.  But you’ll want clear vision to see this next one, too.

Just what can a fully trained assistance dog do to change the lives of our country’s wounded warriors?

Yeah, this.

We don’t teach our pups a command for empathy or for warm companionship. Or give them that remarkable sixth sense that these furries have that makes us wonder if they can see into our very souls. 
That’s just being a dog. We should all be so blessed to have this in our lives.
And that’s, people, what it’s all about.**
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*Prior Cookie Profferer.  In spite of my spell check’s squiggly red line, Profferer really is a word. It’s in the unabridged Merriam Webster. I originally had typed Procurer before realizing that was actually very, very wrong. 
**Get it? We went full circle back to Hokey Pokey. I’m real clever like that. Never mind that I had to explain myself. 

Wordless Wednesday: Splash o’summer

We interrupt this bleary February morning with a splash of summer.

Who has two thumbs and has had quiet enough of this Ohio winter crap? This chick.

The rotation of snow and mud has all of us looking forward to complaining about how flippin’ humid it is around here in our Midwestern summers.

What’s humid? asks Micron. Bad hair days? I don’t understand a word you’re sayin’.