Monthly Archives: November 2010

10 Months to the Day

It has been exactly 10 months today since I received my girl Honey.  Sometimes I think, albeit not often, her progress is too slow to suit my fancy.  When it does cross my mind I remind myself, who I’m I to judge how fast we are progressing, it’s in her time frame not mine.

Today on our 10 months anniversary she surprised me with a wonderful anniversary gift.  The day started like any other day, up at the crack of dawn, opened all the gates to the place so she could run, left Maggie out to do her thing, prepared breakfast for both dogs and cleaned the mess in the kitchen while they ate their fill.  After the morning meal I treat Maggie and Honey some extra goodies in the kitchen, which results in Honey coming inside to retrieve the treats.  Then I go feed the Blue Jays and my personal favorites Sky Monkeys (crows) while Honey watches at the front gate.

Day in and day out we do the same, but not today, Today I got my special gift.  When returning from bird feeding I turned to close the main gate and received the surprise gift.  Honey came up behind me and I felt her sniffing my leg intently, both legs to be exact, and for the few moments I froze she seemed to be in no hurry.  Nothing special about my jeans, hadn’t been anywhere special or touched any new item, I think it’s just she finally wanted to get a good and proper smell of the guy who keeps bugging her, an excited YES was the required response and maybe a small treat was accidentally dropped.

Happy 304th day Anniversary Girl.

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Trust, Earned or Learned

I may be totally wrong on this, correct me if I am, but I believe trust is earned.  If trust is learned, then when do you click and treat and what response is to be looked for when teaching trust?

Honey usually runs off to either her sanctuary or to the furthest recesses of the yard when something abruptly scares her.   She will return to whatever we were doing after a short timeout and she realizes whatever the scary thing was, it wasn’t going to eat her, plus there may be a treat waiting her return. (Is this the training part? hum)

Last evening after dinner and prior to lights out and during a hellacious rain and wind storm, we were out in the covered side yard talking and working on stuff, the usual hand targeting, treating, etc. stuff, when a major gust of wind hit.  I leave her kennel door open 24/7 so she can cruise the place, it didn’t occur to me to secured the door in the open position, lazy I guess.  The wind gust grabbed hold of the gate and slammed it shut with a vengeance and clang so loudly I jumped.  Honey could have run off to one of her hiding places behind the car or recycling bin, but didn’t.  She jumped at the sound and scooted right behind me then peered out to check on what the heck that was.  She most likely thought “hey, I may be able to run a lot faster than you, but you’re bigger, handle that will you.”  As I fixed the gate, never to be blown shut again, she watched with cautious interest, again from behind me.

This is, as I believe, the first time I earned her trust in protecting her from a scary event, but then maybe she learned I will protect her the best I can.

What Do Dogs Dream About?

It is said humans dream all the time, we just don’t remember them all, only a few.  How do dreamologists, or whatever they are called, know that?  If we don’t remember them all, how do we know we dreamt?  I seldom dream or at least remember them.  Maybe the dreams I don’t remember are dreams I dream about not remembering them.

Are dogs dreaming when they are sound asleep whining, moving their legs, twitching and sometimes seem to be running?  Do they remember them when they wake up, I hope so.

When I remember a dream it’s very detailed and vivid, last night I had one, a good one.  Whenever I’m with Honey and sometime during the interaction, I tell her softly or think to myself, “All I what to do is pet you, you’ll like it I promise”.  The dream I had took place in the nice summer weather, me sitting in a lawn chair, Honey’s head in my lap and me petting and TTouching her ears, just the two of us.

If Dogs do dream I have the following note to Honey.

Honey, I hope you had a good night last night alone, snuggled in your bed dreaming.  If so, I hope it was the exact same dream I had, “You’ll like it I promise……”

Old Men, Fat Fingers and Gutters

What do old men, fat fingers and gutters have in common?  Not what you may think, it has to do with Blogging, posting and keeping my fat fingers away from the delete, move to trash thingamabob on the right side of the posting page.  I’ve written more in the last few days than possibly the last 15 or so years.  When trying to add to, edit or post more, the fat fingers alway find the “get lost” button and off it goes  to Never Never land not to be seen again.  Of course if I would stop and read the “how to” instructions I may be able to work it out, but then I’d be admitting, men don’t need to read instructions is wrong.  I believe most men, me included, like to operate with the “trial and error” method, try this, try that, try some other way, now we can take it back to the store because it doesn’t work or it’s broken.

So there are the similarities, if I had a owner’s manual which came with Honey, I most likely wouldn’t read it anyway, I’d go with my gut feelings. After the Sid encounter, Honey really wasn’t too interested in what I had to offer in order to get her to do what I wanted or thought best for her.  She would come to the back door, then sit with her back to all inside looking off into that Never Never land, trying to find the “undo” button.  This morning was no exception, “feed me, treat me, and I’ll pacify you by sitting backside to the door for you.”

Later in the day, it finally stopped raining for the first time in 5 days so outside I headed to clean the gutters before the next rain hits tomorrow.  I love fall, as the kids now say, “not”.  Beautiful colored leaves, yellow, orange, red all jammed in the cold wet gutters half full with water.  Into the garage, get the extension ladder, look for the green bucket to collect the leaves in, unwind the hose, I’m ready.  Set up the ladder, hold onto the bucket and climb, clean 3 feet, down the ladder, move the ladder, back up the ladder.  All during the operation “gutter clean” Honey moves closer, and closer to get a better view with her nose.  Sniffs the ladder when I climb, sniffs the ladder after I descend.  By the time this ordeal is accomplished she had become a pest, as I came down for above she’s there right under the last step, almost stepping on her head.  I’m hoping she’s forgiven me for not properly introducing the cat.  If not, it was sure fun cleaning the gutters today with my girl, I may just go jam the gutters full tonight so we can clean them together again tomorrow.

Now if I save this prior to posting I may not need to re-write it again, I’m reading the instructions but there aren’t any on how to move to trash the “move to trash” button.

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