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Mudpuppy [muhd-puhp-ee] –noun

Mudpuppy [muhd-puhp-ee] –noun; any of several often large mammals of the genus Canis Smelliness of the southwestern Ohio region

It finally stopped snowing here in southwestern Ohio. We know spring is just around the corner because, of course, now it’s raining. And since this is Ohio weather, the rain held up for one day so it could snow again. But that was resolved the next day with more spring rain. They don’t call this Sinus Valley for nothin’.

The dogs were desperate to play outside in the backyard. I’m motivated to keep my beautiful taupe carpet free of muddy pawprints. So who won?  Oh right, as if I had a choice in the matter. After yet another day of the zoomies and overturned dining room furniture, I thought perhaps the backyard was finally dry enough for a hearty frisbee session. But hey big surprise; I lost on that one too. A modest little pond had formed back there, surrounded by a six foot radius of a shoe-sucking mud moat. 
But I’m making too much of things, really. Most of the yard was pretty dry. The two dogs could just let loose and run without me squealing like a caught rabbit every time they wrestled each other to the ground.
Sharing some action shots of Micron and Jager. Note the common theme, though. Jager may be in front of Micron, or behind him. Even nose to nose right next to him.  But not once does the hapless spotted dog get to carry the frisbee. He does look happy though, doesn’t he? In a maniacal sorta way.
Moving on to another topic. I’ve expanded the blog roll over there in the side panel on the right. I’m adding some wonderful blog sites that I’ve recently come across that are written by hearing dog teams. Cathy shares her experiences from Canada with Bosley in Life with a Hearing Dog.  And Hearing Elmo is an amazing blog that shares yet another perspective of a hearing dog team. Insightful stuff; I do hope you can take a few minutes to check these out.

It kinda looks like Micron’s eating the mud doesn’t it? Yeah, well.  He is.

Oh, the places you’ll go!

“Today is your day! You’re off to great places! You’re off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes.”  Right, so definitely not shoes.  Many thanks anyway to Dr. Suess for the fun segue. (Notice that rhymes. Dr. Suess would be proud, don’t ya think?)

Micron is five months old and we are so outta here. We got things to do and people to see. He has earned his big boy cape. Because he is only five months, we start off pretty slow with quick in and out trips to the local places.  During Inga’s puppy raising we found certain businesses around town that were supportive of CCI, so we hit those first. Grabbing a latte at the Starbucks kiosk in Kroger was our first stop. Grande vanilla, nonfat with cinnamon sprinkles, in case you felt the need to know. And of course, the Northmont Library where they still don’t know my name, but remember Inga’s. The Wendy’s around the corner is a good stop too.
We did have an interesting thing happen last week that I wanted to share. Micron and I met my mom (Hi Mom!) for lunch at K’s Restaurant in Brookville. K’s is another wonderful supporter of CCI. You ever really notice the floors at restaurants? Sit down with a dog and you will. I love K’s spotless carpet. Anyway, as we walked past a table we heard a growl. “Dang, was that somebody’s stomach?” was my first horrified thought.  But when the barking started from two tables down we saw a service dog under the table. I want to be clear right now that this was not a CCI dog. Micron handled things like a pro. He looked at the dog, looked at me (“play?”), and was given a Down command. Which he did, much to my pride and relief. How utterly and completely perfect of him. As the handler could not get their service dog to settle, Mom, Micron and I moved to another table out of line of sight so they could enjoy their lunch in peace. The moral of this story is this is exactly why CCI demands so much of their service dogs. These dogs must be solid in every situation, regardless of distractions. At five months, I’d say Micron is off to a very good start.
On to another topic, here’s a fun side trip. Micron’s brother, Mars, has a blog on the 7 News Denver Channel website. It’s written from the pup’s point of view and is very clever indeed. Being a widely read blog in Denver, it’s a wonderful way to raise awareness of CCI. Mars had received an email from Micron and here he tells his puppy raiser about it:  Mars.
One more bit of bragging them I’m done here.We just finished puppy classes at Dayton Dog Training. At the end of the course, an evaluator tests the pups for the AKC S.T.A.R. Puppy Program. I’m so proud that Micron is now a card carrying S.T.A.R. dog. He, however, is very humble about the whole thing and only wants to eat the medal.
You know what’s missing from this picture? A puddle of drool.

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.