One of my students brought this to my attention today and I thought it was a terrific idea. Of course, the issue is not always the responsible owner who have their dogs leashed or have control over them off the leash but the uncontrolled dogs off the leash. Please check out this website and pass it along for those of your who do facebook. Being a canine behavior professional and dealing with dogs in the public this would be a dream come true if the planet was all in agreement and honest about the dog they have when in public but then again, if they were all that responsible there wouldn’t be as many ill behaved dogs out there….
It’s been a very hectic couple months since before Thanksgiving going out to Michigan a few times to pick out my future bird dog pups, Maya’s death, Christmas and New Year’s. Well we are slowly getting back to “our” normal around here and December 1st we added two new pack members. Pixel and Widget, Llewellin Setter pups. They are related to my little powerhouse Rogue. These pups are full of life and instincts and it’s just wonderful. Enjoy some of their early work pointing here a photos over the past month. Click on each photo in the gallery to enlarge them. They are listed chronologically from 6 weeks of age to 12 weeks of age. Enjoy! I sure am!!
My beloved Maya, my ever so amazing Maya— passed away on Thanksgiving night, formerly my favorite holiday …. Many of you know that this dog was my world. I love all my dogs so much, so much — I would die for anyone of them. But this dog was truly extra special. She was, is, and will be the most incredible dog that I ever have had the pleasure to care for. Maya was the anchor of our pack and all of us will be truly sad and lost without her for quite some time. She was the one dog of the pack that every other dog in the pack without question would protect and that was clear. It had nothing to do with her social status, as she had a live and let live attitude. It had everything to do with the pack knowing that she was our precious gem.
Thanksgiving morning, Maya was happy and running around. She ate her breakfast and then hung out with me while I did home chores for the better part of the day. Come 3 pm, I took a shower before heading off to dinner at my aunt’s home. Jana commented that Maya seemed kind of bummed, and I agreed. Because she knew we were leaving?? We wanted to feed the dogs on the early side, before we left And Maya — who has a ravenous appetite — was uninterested in food. I knew then that it was the beginning of the end. I’ve always joked the day she doesn’t eat is the day she’ll die. Terrible fore-shadowing.
Instead of going to Thanksgiving dinner, Jana and I went to the emergency clinic. Upon getting there they did an x-ray and an extensive blood panel. The x-rays showed a large stomach with some unknown stuff inside. The rest of the x-ray looked clean, but showed that there was nothing passing in her intestine — indicating a blockage around the stomach. Knowing Maya and her endless appetite, I thought perhaps she had ingested some bedding material that had dog food residue on it. That’s all I could think of, but??? All the blood work was all right, except her white blood cell count was thru the roof at over 51,000 (normal is 5,000-11,000) and a few other enzymes showed up that indicated infection. The only option was to do exploratory surgery.
So the doctor boosted her up supportively as much as she could prior to surgery. When the doc opened her up she couldn’t believe that the dog was still alive, let alone had walked in the door of the clinic and behaved normally all day. Maya had gone totally septic and there was a lot of necrotic (as in dead) tissue that had to be removed. In addition, there was a small sized mass tucked up near her stomach that had ruptured and that was what apparently caused her to go septic.
The vet did all she could, and did a wonderful job. She couldn’t believe that Maya survived the surgery, and couldn’t believe she would live another 8 hours after that. I said to her, “Well you don’t know Maya and her iron will.” The vet called me at 2am to give me the update that she was not improving, and that they hadn’t had a blood pressure reading on her in hours: it was so low the machine would not register it. I knew I had to go in and spend time with my love. Upon sitting down next to her, and placing my hand in front of her to sniff (though in all other regards she was non-responsive), her heart rate and blood pressure rose immediately. I stayed with her for a couple hours, and during that time her heart held strong. But her blood pressure was up and way down constantly. The doctor said she has never seen this before — strong heart rate, non-existent blood pressure!
Maya wanted to stay with us, she was a Lionheart. But sadly, around 4:30am she just couldn’t hold on any longer. I held her close and for the millionth time told her that she was truly the dog-love of my life. And that’s how the life of a dog deserving to be honored on all levels ended her very short life of 6 years.
For those of you who knew Maya, you knew what a primal joy she was for all of us. And you know the bond I have with this dog. In my entire career of breeding, raising, training and owning dogs, I never thought it possible to accomplish with a canine partner what I accomplished with her. Her talent in search and rescue trailing was admired by so many of us. She never gave up, no matter what the weather conditions, no matter how long the search. She truly had the heart of a lion. Even when I wanted to give up she wouldn’t let me.
Maya defined survival to me. She represented life. I learned as much from this dog about life as I have from all dogs and humans combined. She certainly was my most spoiled and privileged dog (as many of you know). She was a force of nature, and a spirit that wouldn’t be tamed or molded. And though being a trainer and loving it, I loved her wild spirit and the respect she demanded from me in a completely non-violent way. She would voice her opinion every time she felt I was wrong. She made sure that she gave me respect and so clearly in return wanted the same from me. Most of the time this was such a mutual relationship that this dog made me melt. She was daddy’s girl no doubt about that.
She was so soulful, so connected, so….. My-My as I always called her. I believe that dogs are an extension of our souls and today certainly mine is faded and broken. This dog changed my life, made me grow and words cannot describe how sorely missed she will be. I just have to believe in what I always tell my students and friends when they lose their loved ones — time heals.
I love you Maya and though gone you will always be remembered and loved.
Hamish came to me when he was 11 months old. I believed he was housebroken, leash-trained and liked to ride in the car. I soon discovered he had never been in a house before, he had spent his 11 months in the breeder’s kennel, and he was totally out of control. He had never heard the words “Sit”, “Stay” or “Come”. He didn’t like riding in the car, was terrified of the crate, and soon jumped over my very sturdy fence. The day we got home, I called Kyle! He came the next day.
It is now two years later, and without Kyle, I don’t know what I would have done, but Hamish is now a fine dog with a great temperament. I have had to be more patient, more consistent, and more willing to keep at it than I might have wanted, but it is paying off! Flora tries to help with his training because she knows just what to do, but she isn’t as patient as Kyle.
We are presently in group classes and in the varied settings, Kyle’s knowledge of each dog’s individual personality and needs strengthens their socialization and their behavior. Hamish is developing an understanding of boundaries in the fields and woods as well as learning to walk on leash in the village. Watching him overcome his developmental delays has been both a challenge and a joy, and I could not have done it without Kyle!
Sandra Scheuer West Shokan, NY
Maggie came to us from a shelter. She was picked up as a stray so her history is unknown. She was unspayed. Her age has been estimated from 5 to 10 years old. We have finally settled on “about 8″.When she joined our family, she behaved so weirdly that we spent much time speculating about her past. She would stare up at lights, startle when the heat went on, and was very furtive in her eating habits. She would tolerate affection but did not seem to understand it. At times, she was so unresponsive that one of us thought she was deaf.
After a time, Maggie began to show serious aggression to people and other dogs, so much so that our daughters would not have friends over anymore. Family visits were fraught with tension over “watching the dog”. Even with Maggie leashed, woods walks were nerve wracking lest we meet another dog or person.
Friends recommended we contact Kyle Warren. It turned out to be the right thing to do! In addition to teaching us how to implement the basic commands of sit, stay, heel, come, and take-a-break, Kyle gave us strategies to deal with Maggie’s aggression. It was most reassuring to have a plan for what to do when company comes or to know an effective way to assert control if she lost it around another dog.
Kyle’s unyielding firmness and patience in the face of Maggie’s slow acceptance of human intervention into her behavior was wonderful to see. We. too, worked hard with Maggie. The payoff has been tremendous. Early in her life with us, she would not choose to be in the same room unless it was forced upon her. Now she readily accepts and enjoys affection, wags her tail, and even follows us around the house! She knows and practices the behaviors expected of her around other dogs.
Through this association with Kyle, a willful, untrained, aggressive dog has been changed to an affectionate, highly valued and loved member of our family. The change in Maggie seems miraculous but it is really the result of Kyle’s skill and intuitve understanding and lots of consistent effort by all of us.
Barb and Tom Raffaldi Hurley, NY
We want to tell you how very grateful we are for your terrific help with Champ, our wonderful German Shepard.
Not only were you the major reason we were able to get him, but, without a doubt, he would not be as good as he is and we would not enjoy him as much as we do were it not for the terrific ongoing training that you do with him.
We truly love Champ but it would be unfair to him(and frankly to us) for him not to get the proper guidance in all areas of proper behavior and your input has been invaluable.
You really “connect” with Champ and,again, we can’t thank you enough!
Jody Soltanoff and Peter Schwalbe Woodstock, NY