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Little Bear the dog in front of the Christmas tree

Little Bear and the Christmas tree

With the Christmas holidays around the corner, I’m counting down the days to a week off.

In my head, I’m imagining something straight out of a John Lewis ad.  All Country Living magazine festive with everyone laughing around an elegantly dressed table laden with fantastic food, fine china and posh crackers.

I’m enough of a realist to accept that it will be more like something out of Fawlty Towers, but I’m a relentless optimist too. Somehow, my deep desire for the fantasy Christmas has blocked out the fact that it will most likely be a few stressful days of last minute shopping, wrapping, cooking, cleaning, bed making and entertaining various house guests sandwiched between two 300 mile round trips to pick up and drop off family members.

Stress 

Sad though it is to admit, Christmas is stressful and if we’re stressed, you can bet our dogs will be too. Especially fearful dogs like Annie who take comfort in the certainty wrought through routine and anxious dogs like Little Bear who can quickly get hyper.

Having lots of visitors can be exciting, but it can also be over-stimulating for some dogs and ours are no exception.  In our eagerness to make sure everyone has a full glass and a plate of something tasty, we can too easily overlook the subtle signs of stress from our dogs.

Retreat

We’re taking radical action this year. We’re sacrificing the comfort of guests for the comfort of our dogs. We’re donating one of our sofas to a charity so that the dogs can have their beloved crates back.

Having a safe space to retreat to is really important for dogs all year round, but especially at Christmas. I’ll also be stocking up on Adaptil refills for the diffuser and there will be some stuffed Kongs and deer antlers on the treat menu to give them something to focus on while we’re playing hosts.  It’s no magic bullet, but knowing that the dogs are happy will at least be one less thing for me to stress about.

Comb-over Bear

Comb-over Bear

Little Bear sporting a very fetching comb-over beard

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Shameless excuse for a post I know, but I love this shot of Little Bear so much that I just had to share it.

That’s one unimpressed Schnauzer!

Annie the Labrador sleeping

Annie sleeping peacefully…or is she meditating?

I’m a worrier. There, I admit it. Give me an inch and I’ll worry a mile.

Take last night. Other Half and I were snuggled on the sofa, Annie was in her bed looking relaxed and dreamy and Little Bear was flopped on my lap. Camden Cat was doing her nightly routine of trying to wind him up by staring at him at close range and he was ignoring her instead of barking. I also noticed that his neck and back muscles were much softer than usual.

Now a normal person would have thought ‘hey, this is good,  he’s really relaxed for once. Maybe its the long walk, T-Touch and the new Adaptil plug in.’ But no, my mind, sometimes too little to be allowed out on its own I think, goes running off worrying that maybe he’s ill.

By 11.30pm he’d had a biscuit (rattle jar, cue mad dash to kitchen to check motor skills), played six rounds of chase the tennis ball (if he turns down a tennis ball, we’d have been at the emergency vets), had 10 minutes tug of war with his string of sausages (favourite toy in the whole wide world) and squeezed in ten minutes clicker training to perfect his now beautiful roll-over just to check….

Temperament

I’m no expert, but I’ve studied enough now to realise the effect our emotions have on our dogs, especially those we have a close bond with.  But despite what the old guard insist on spouting, it’s not 100% nurture; temperament plays a huge part in deciding dog behaviour and if there’s one thing guaranteed to drive me onto my soap box it’s good caring dog lovers being told that their dog’s issues are entirely their fault because they’re not ‘tough enough’.  Genetics plays a huge role so we should stop beating up the good guys for pursuing kind, fair and effective training methodologies.

That said, for those of us whose nature is to worry first and analyse later, there is much we can do ; we need not to slaves to our genetics and early conditioning.  Our dogs, like us may be worriers by nature, maybe that’s why, noticing a kindred spirit, we picked them in the first place, but by learning how to help ourselves, we help our dogs by association.

Mindfulness

I’ve just started learning mindfulness meditation and at the suggestion of my meditation coach, I’ve started with mindful dog walking. I know, here’s me thinking I was going to have to sit in a beanbag chanting!

OH and I love our walks and spend most of it chatting, especially now that we have a wedding to plan and get excited about 🙂 but on a mindful dog walk, it’s 100% about the dogs.

To be mindful, we have to be focused in the moment so instead of chatting on our walk yesterday, we tried focussing entirely on the dogs.  I’m walking Annie at the moment to practice her walk to heal, so yesterday, I was able to focus solely on my timing and her position at my side.

When we got to the field, we talked about their body language while they ran around enjoying a sniff-fest and worked on grading their arousal levels, noticing what changed and what effect things like the sight of another dog in the distance had on them. We also noticed how they played and what ended the game – a subtlety we’d completely missed before.

With two reactive dogs, walks are way more complex than for your average dog.  Some are wonderful and some are downright horrendous, but I have to confess that yesterday’s walk was one of the most enjoyable I’ve ever had. The dogs were relaxed and happy when they flopped onto the sofas on our return, tongues lolling, faces soft and smiley.

Understanding

 

If mindfulness can help switch off that worry button for me, I know it will have a positive impact on the dogs. That’s not to say that we won’t still be using the other tools in the toolbox like clicker training, socialisation, exercise, mental stimulation, environmental control, diet and plug-in pheromones and tryptophan supplements, but it’s another step forward in understanding and for me, that’s never been just about understanding the dogs; understanding the self and our relationship with our dogs is equally as vital.

 

My gorgeous boy

Little Bear and I have clocked up our fair share of trainers and behaviourists over the past five years.  The first trainer turned out to be a major part of the problem with her ‘yank it round the neck till it behaves approach’ and subscription to the ridiculous dominance theory.  From there I sought help only from qualified APDT registered trainers but even then had mixed results.

One just told me to keep him away from all other dogs and refused to explain any of the theory to me on the grounds that I wasn’t a professional and wouldn’t understand.  The next one was good, if a little superior but so busy I had to wait literally months between appointments, which was little use to me.

Lack of people skills

There were others in-between and classes too but a thing I’ve noticed about a lot of professional trainers is their complete lack of people skills. Yes, we, the novice dog owning population can be ignorant idiots and I do appreciate that when you love dogs enough to devote your career to them, it must be hugely frustrating to see them so mis-managed by people who just don’t understand them.

Click

After five years of looking, I’ve finally found two trainers who get it. Specialising in aggression issues, they use kind, effective methods and focus on helping dogs learn appropriate behaviours through socialisation with teaching dogs who have impeccable canine communication skills.

Little Bear has been going to the fortnightly Shy Guys group for a few months now and he’s making real progress.  Their kind effective approach extends to both ends of the lead and the results seem to speak for themselves. The groups are really popular and I think that’s down to the fact that the trainers obviously understand that in order to help the dog, they first have to help the human.

Find out more at http://www.dogcommunication.co.uk/

Annie the Labrador

Annie

On the fifth of August 2010 we picked up our new foster dog – Annie,  a four-year old Red Fox Labrador who’d been used as a breeding bitch.  A snapped collar saw her disappear into the twilight before we’d even had chance to get her home (Disaster strikes) and so began a two-day roller coaster.

The panic, the despair,  the guilt and worst of all, the agony of wondering what this sweet but terrified girl must be going through to be lost in a strange place but tempered with the humbling kindness of the strangers who helped us find her ( Little (Big) Dog Lost & Breakthrough).

It’s hard to believe that was two years ago. Watching her now, stretched out, paw over nose, twitching in dreamland on the sofa, it’s almost hard to believe that this was the dog so shut down that she refused to even toilet for three days. The dog you could send scuttling under the dining table should you accidentally look her in the eye. The dog so seemingly ‘aggressive’ that she’d erupt at the sight of a dog a football pitch away and who would charge the patio doors on sight of Little Bear or Camden Cat in the garden.

Overcoming fear

Now that the fear isn’t doing quite so much of the talking we’re seeing the real Annie. She loves Little Bear and she and Camden have come to an arrangement based on mutual respect that even extends to polite sniffing. She can still be wary of some people, but will also cheerfully approach complete strangers with a relaxed wag if she likes the look of them.

Her dreams are more peaceful now too. I don’t know what dogs dream of, but I know for sure that they have nightmares. Seeing her run in her sleep, her face contorted as she whimpered and whined was once a regular occurrence.

We’re still working on the on-lead dog to dog reactivity but that’s coming along steadily too. She’ll get there. Just as she learned to let go of the other fears that racked her life, so this, in time will pass too.

Lesson

I’m not know for my patience, but dogs don’t work to our ridiculous, artificial schedules. Annie will continue to learn and grow in her own time and our job is to help and encourage her along that path. My knees still go a little weak when I see her run because a part of me will never fully get over that fateful first day, but I can’t help wonder whether it didn’t do me a favour.

In losing her I gained a valuable insight – I now know what real fear feels like. We are all so hounded by the imagined fears of our over-active minds that real fear, the type that comes from immediate danger is blessedly rare. Maybe, in order to help her overcome the very real fears she has to face, I just needed to walk a mile in her paws.

 

Little Bear

I watched Usain Bolt run the 200 meters last night. I’m not a huge sports fan but for some reason I like watching his races, a contradiction I found myself pondering in the wee small hours.

I think his appeal is his confidence. Not the arrogance and  stiltedness we often see from top sportspeople, but a more genuine, very human level of self-belief that makes people feel like they could still have a beer with him in the pub.

The Little Bear Olympics 

While the race was happening we were having our own track event in the living room with Little Bear. It was more like the four meter scramble than the 200 meter sprint, but he was enjoying his nightly round of chase the tennis ball. Until that is, a mis-placed throw (I did say I’m not much of a sportswoman) landed it behind his toy box.

He knew exactly where it was, but couldn’t reach it. After about 20 seconds of pacing around he tried emptying the toys, but that was swiftly abandoned in favour of short sharp frustrated barks. The equivalent I’m guessing of ‘Help! Somebody get my ball for me!’

I told OH that I wanted him to figure it out for himself and so we encouraged him, praised every paw in the right direction, fell silent as he woofed his frustration and waited for him to figure it out. After about three minutes, which must feel like a lifetime to a frustrated dog, he had tried a number of different techniques: standing in the basket so that he could reach the ball behind it; emptying more toys onto the floor; tipping the basket up with his paw and then finally, approaching from the side and moving the basket with his nose which (Hoorah!) revealed the tennis ball!

Bear goes for gold

Well he couldn’t have looked more pleased with himself if he had just won gold in the 200 meters. The crowd, i.e. me, OH and Annie went wild. To cheers, claps and whoops of ‘clever boy’ Little Bear swaggered and pranced about the place grumbling his happy growl and wagging for all he was worth. He did three laps of honour around the living room before sitting down in front of me on the sofa still all of a wag for a post event interview (“You worked hard out there Little Bear, was there ever a point that you felt the goal was out of reach?”) and of course, a ear rub.

Encourage failure

Little Bear ‘failed’ to get it right a number of times last night and at any point, had we stepped in to help, we would have deprived him of that glorious flush of victory that he so obviously enjoyed when he succeeded. It was a reminder that failure is a very necessary part of success and something we should celebrate and encourage.

It wasn’t getting the ball that helped boost his confidence, it was the fact that he figured it out all by himself, trying and failing a few times but getting there in the end by using his head and his heart and persevering.

Just like pro-athletes, dogs need self-belief. They need to know that we’re there to support them, in their failures as well as their successes and that we’ll be there to cheer them on no matter what.  Who said sport had nothing to do with dog behaviour? 😉

 

Little Bear the Mini Schnauzer

Little Bear

I’m thinking of writing a stiff letter to Life.  I think I’ve been incredibly tolerant up until now but something really has to be said about the way it relentlessly interrupts my training plans. And please, don’t even get me started on its effect on my blogging schedule…

I’m joking of course, but it’s a nice thought isn’t it?  ‘Excuse me Life, but can you just butt out for a while? I have dogs to train. We’re on a schedule you know.’

Curve ball

My mother was taken suddenly and critically ill recently and in the space of one phone call everything changed. Life jumped on us from a great height and we had no choice but to let it.  Thankfully she made a remarkable recovery and when I returned home nearly two weeks later, (to a thorough telling off by Little Bear and what I can only describe as a giggle dance from Annie) the dogs and I picked up where we left off.

Surrender

I’ve used Churchill’s famous quote about ‘never ever giving up’ many a time and it’s still something that inspires me and spurs me on when I’m tired and down-hearted. I’ll never stop striving for the best for my dogs, but I am willing to give up on something – the idea that I have to do it all perfectly and that if I don’t, then I’m somehow letting them down.

If you have a reactive dog, let alone two, you know what hard work they can be.  The dream is something most other dog owners take for granted; a quiet stroll in the park, a coffee at a pavement cafe without it causing a scene. It’s not a big dream but getting there takes a lot of work.

Little Bear and Annie have come such a long way. The work is working and we will persist, but I’m going to tear up that draft letter and tell Life that it’s okay. I understand. It has to do its thing and that’s fine. Whatever it throws at us, well, we’re just going to work around it.

 

Chilled out Bear

A few weeks ago, Little Bear got a haircut. We’d had a couple of hot days in between the torrential downpours that I’m really hoping don’t end up defining our summer and I’d decided to clip him myself.  The best I can say about it is that it was quirky, if you like the tufty look and didn’t notice the bald patch on his left bum cheek. Ooops!

I called the groomer and asked for some remedial help, before he became the laughing-stock of the neighbourhood.

The proper haircut (as opposed to my pitiful effort!) seemed to have a profound effect on him as the next day he was like a thing possessed. His usual routine of napping most of the day between walks and then playing around dinner time vanished and he just zoomed around the house like a toddler on e-numbers.

Working from home is a dream, but not when you’re on a deadline and have a hyper Mini Schnauzer bringing you half of his toy box and whining at you to play all afternoon.  I had to bribe him more than once with a peanut butter kong so that I could lock them in the kitchen just to get some work done. Annie was thrilled by this of course, she always loves a freebie.

Slightly baffled by the new joie da vie, I put it down to his new haircut, thinking maybe he felt a little cooler and this was the reason he was suddenly so much more playful and full of fun.

The penny drops

On Saturday, we took him for his second T-Touch session. He loves the therapist and was obviously extremely excited to be back in the treatment room.  We were half way through the session when Toni commented on his smart new haircut and  suddenly the penny dropped. The day before his haircut, he’d had his first T-Touch session!

So for weeks I’d been putting his new zest for life down to his haircut, even though he’s never reacted like that before, while completely forgetting about the T-Touch. And that wasn’t just doing Toni out of her great work, but my home spun efforts as I practiced the touches with him too.

I’m going to blame my hectic life for that bout of amnesia or perhaps it was a practice run at a senior moment. Either way, der!

On a serious note, the T-Touch is certainly helping. Little Bear has always loved cuddles and he’s responding well to the touches, particularly the ear rub and the Springbok, both of which are easy to do and very handy when walking a reactive dog.

I use them to help calm him if we see another dog in the distance or if something’s frightened him, to get him back to a calm state.  A couple of times in the park this week he’s rubbed his side against my leg and then stood while I practice the touches; it’s as close to actually asking as he can get I think!

He’s still a lot more playful than he was, but seems more chilled at home too. He’s ever the lap dog but even that seems to have increased of late. Now that I know to look for it, I’ll keep a closer eye for any more changes and as a haircut is still a month away, I shouldn’t get confused this time!

More details about T-Touch in the UK can be found here

Mini Schnauzer Little Bear in the stream

Little Bear in the stream

Little Bear turned five yesterday.

I can barely believe it. The time has flown so quickly, it seems like only yesterday that he was a teeny puppy, snuggled up in his crate amongst a sea of teddy bears.

We celebrated his birthday with a walk with a couple of his friends in at a nature reserve we’ve not been to before. He grumbled at a few pushy dogs, but came away when asked which was an improvement at least. But the real achievement was that……(drumroll please) he swam for the very first time!

Regular readers might already know that Little Bear, although fascinated by the wet stuff, swims like a brick. After watching him panic and sink once too often, I abandoned the hope that his ‘all dogs can swim gene’ would kick in and took him for lessons last year.

Yesterday evening, he jumped into a stream with his friends chasing tennis balls. It was perfect, about eight feet wide and gently graduated and without much of a current. As he chased the ball, it floated out into the deeper water and he just went for it, doggy-paddling like crazy to reach it.

Face your fears and do it anyway

After happily swimming for a few minutes, he had a slight panic. He found a tiny rock shelf to stand on at the far bank and stood looking petrified with all four feet huddled into what was only about a 3 inch square  space. I don’t know whether the realisation of what he was doing suddenly hit him, but his confidence certainly wobbled.

To a chorus of encouragement, he finally made up his mind and launched himself with great gusto into the water, swimming like a pro to the bank for his hero’s welcome.

It was a proud moment for us both. LB had decided to be brave. To face his fear and do it anyway.  His swagger, as he rubbed his soggy body against all of our legs for a pat and some more praise, told me that he was feeling pretty good about himself. Not a bad milestone for your fifth birthday either.