Saturday, November 13, 2010


Bear in 2005

About eleven years ago, a miracle happened.  It didn’t look like a miracle at first, but a miracle it was.  My husband’s dog Alex had recently died and we were looking around for a new dog for him.  We went to the Royal Winter Fair and visited the breeder’s row to meet some new breeds, and we read through the CKC Breed Book, and we talked a lot about it, and narrowed it down to a few breeds, in particular the Chesapeake Bay Retriever.  John kept saying to me “But NOT as big as Chester” the only Chessie John had actually  met.  Chester was the first CBR I got to know well, as a student in my classes.  At 30 inches, Chester was very oversized, but very typical chessie.  We put out the word to our friends and clients and let them know that we were looking for a chessie; possibly an older one-no hurry, but sometime.

It was a cold and sunny afternoon the day I got the call; a friend of a friend was involved with the CBR club of Canada and they were talking about starting to get involved in rescue and there was a dog who needed a home.  Two phone calls and several emails later and I was on the road to meet Bear.
Bear was a four year old neutered male, raised by a loving and caring couple in the company of his litter sister.  His sister was content to run his life and he was willing to follow along until the couple became a family with a baby boy.  The addition of a child to the family had upset the dynamic between the dogs for whatever reason, and with a great deal of soul searching and heavy hearts, Bear’s first family decided they would have to find him a new home.

Rescue and adoption were new words to the world of dogs at that point, and were rarely heard.  We were looking for a dog for John who could join our family, learn obedience skills and compete, who would participate in training activities and who would round out our dog family.  Bear’s first family was looking for a good solution to a difficult problem they were dealing with-namely aggression between their female and male dogs. 

When I first visited Bear, he was nervous, and overly active, but fit and interested in me.  He was clear that he did not like his sister and when let out in the yard targeted her.  When we introduced him to Buddy, my German Shepherd, he was very clear that German Shepherds were also on his list of better off dead.  During our interactions though, he kept looking back at his mom for information, including before he attacked his sister.  I felt that I could handle Bear, and it was decided that he would come to stay for two weeks to see how it worked out for us all.

Later that evening, Bear’s first family drove him to our home, and he was dropped off.  Poor Bear!  He had not been in a crate since puppyhood, and he was very nervous.  My house, busy with a business and employees (I worked in outdoor education then offering outreach services to school, museums and outdoor centres) was not in his realm of experience.  And he clearly did not like Buddy.  Two days in, I was wondering if this was going to work, when I got a frantic call from his first family.  They missed him, and although they knew that they were going to give him up for good, they really wanted to see him.

At the time, the general wisdom was that when a dog moved from one home to another, he should never see his first family again.  With a great deal of trepidation, knowing that he was still owned by his first family, I agreed.  His mom drove up to our house, and I brought him out.  The relief in Bear’s face was easy to see; if a dog could speak he would have been crying with relief, and recognition of his favourite person.  And miraculously, when his visit was over, he walked calmly into the house and began to settle in.  We certainly weren’t out of the woods, and it took the better part of a year to really sort him out, but after that visit, I can say that he worked hard at fitting into his new life.  Further visits were scheduled, every few days and then weekly and monthly and eventually rarely, but for Bear these special times were treats that helped him to become a part of our family.  And along the way, John and I gained new friends in his old family.

Bringing Bear into my family was a pivotal moment for me as a dog trainer.  Bear had so many lessons to share, and when I was especially thick about learning them, he would repeat them patiently till I learned them.  Bear had a pile of behaviours that were problematic.  To start with, he was very nervous.  In some respects he was not what a chessie ought to be.  When travelling in a car, he would scream; in twenty years of working  with dogs, seldom have I heard a dog who could match him.  He didn’t cry or whine in excitement-he screamed!  It took two years to completely get rid of the screaming with a combination of classical conditioning, operant conditioning, extinction and finally medication.  He would also pee while walking when aroused.  Bear’s arousal could be either excitement or anxiety-but when he was aroused, it was like he forgot to hold the sphincter that kept his urine in his bladder.  Bear was the first dog I lived with who brought me serious behaviour problems to deal with.

One of the many things that I learned from Bear was to see the world from the eyes of a dog.  Bear was the first dog who really challenged me to see his world through his eyes almost all of the time.  Starting with his arrival on our doorstep, he taught me that a dog who loses touch with his first family will likely be looking for them, grieving them and wondering what has happened.  I think that from Bear’s perspective, this must have been rather like a young child introduced to a doctor in the doctor’s office, and who is then left at the hospital overnight.  The doctor reappears but mama is gone.  A three year old would be very worried about his mom and brothers and sisters and dad.  If left forever, the child might develop a variety of issues ranging from attachment disorders to nightmares to post traumatic stress disorder.  There is nothing in the literature to show that dogs process information differently than we do, and much to show that we are more alike than different. 

Another thing I learned was that similar to me, dogs can suffer from serious anxiety issues.  When Bear was anxious, no one could convince him that his ghosts weren’t real.  He was anxious about being alone.  I imagine that an empty house predicted a number of unpleasant things, and that he spent a good deal of time trying to figure out what those things might be.  He was anxious about meeting new dogs.  Over the years I learned to read the behaviours of other dogs largely through my experiences with Bear.  Bear worried about dinner time, and bed time and what we were doing when we took him camping or to a cottage.

Bear taught me about perseverance.  Driving and listening to screaming dogs are two things that you don’t want to do at the same time.  Bear learned to scream by whining, and his first family found the whining so distressing  that they would speed up to get to the trail head where they started their daily dog walks.  Whines became barking and barking became screaming and in Bear’s world, the louder you vocalized the quicker the trip to the park.  We worked out a system of driving until he started to make noise and then driving home.  We started with daily trips around the block.  It took about three weeks to get to the point where I could go all the way around our city block once without a sound.  It took months to get Bear to the point where we could travel in the car to the trail to walk.  Those were months where we walked him in the park, where we cycled with him and where we took him swimming in the local river instead of taking him out to the trails.  In the end, medications allowed us to succeed, but not without the behaviour modification as well.  I learned a lot about perseveration.

Bear taught me to see the world through his eyes.  Bear was a dog of many passionate opinions, and he taught me that the most important part of training a dog is to see the world through that dog’s eyes.  Bear didn’t like other dogs especially; he liked the dogs he lived with (eventually!), and he liked the dogs he knew, but he didn’t like all dogs, and I had to learn to look at these dogs through his eyes in order to be able to teach him to cope with the dogs we encountered in classes and at dog shows.  And you know what? -Most of the time the dogs he didn’t like were rude dogs who just didn’t speak dog terribly well.  If I wanted to know which dog would get in a fight in a dog class, all I had to do was to ask Bear.

When a dog is being asked to jump and he refuses, there may be many reasons that he cannot clear our hurdles.  Look first at how that jump looks to the dog.  Get down to his eye level if you need to and trace the path you are asking him to travel; is the jump even possible (often it is not!  If you have heard of an eye condition amongst certain agility dogs that prevents them from seeing the jump clearly, get down and look; it may be that you are asking a dog to do something that just isn’t possible).  Not all of the jumps are physical jumps.  When a dog is not transitioning well into a home, look at the world from the viewpoint of the dog.  I am certain that for the first two days with us, Bear thought his family of origin was dead. 

Bear lived with us for ten and a half years, and one of the best gifts he gave us was the friendship of a family who cared enough to try to give their precious dog the very best.  Technically, Bear was a rescue, but I have a hard time with that term.  For a long time, as the rescue universe geared up, and people would say things to me about having rescued Bear, I was lost about how to describe this transition between our family and Bear’s first family.  Bear’s first family weren’t monsters who abandoned their dog, or who deprived him.  He didn’t go to an advanced early puppy class, and he didn’t go to an all positive reinforcement based obedience class, but he was well cared for and well fed, and well exercised as a youngster.  Circumstances just got the better of this family and they were not able to care for a very difficult dog.  They found a family who could and who would, and who did.  And when that transition happened, he went from a fairly normal life to a very different but also normal life, much the way that many children do when they leave for school at the beginning of adulthood.  I think of Bear’s life like that of a child leaving home to go to university.  Villifying Bear’s family of origin is unfair and unkind, and above all un-necessary.  Our long relationship through the duration of Bear’s life is testament to the care these people had for their dog, and the care that we shared for his life.

When Bear was about twelve, we moved to a farm outside of Guelph.  In his first months on the farm, Bear caught Lyme disease.  We didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he suddenly seemed old.  One day, Bear crashed, and we decided that we would take him to the vet to be euthanized the next day.  As soon as we decided that the time had come to end his life, the first people we phoned were his family of origin.  Only his mom could come, and she brought with me a card her oldest son had drawn.  On it was a drawing of Bear and his canine sister, and the inscription Good Bye Bear.  Love B.  I have that drawing still; it is on my fridge with all the other precious detritus of my life.  Bear was loved not by one family, but by two; and he was obviously a daily part of the lives of the children in that home.  We were lucky to be able to rescue Bear from Lyme disease that time, and again a year later when it re-surfaced.  Bear went on to have more visits from all the members of his first family, including his littermate and continued to live with us until his death from ancient old age, two months shy of his fifteenth birthday.

Bear on the left, sharing a bed with his friend, D'fer

Bear wasn’t a rescue, and he taught me a lot of things about how rehoming can and should happen.  The need for actual rescue is rare in my experience.  The need for rehoming is frequent, and we can learn a lot when we remember Bear, when we get down low and look at the world from the eyes of our dogs, and when we listen carefully to the needs of the families and the dogs that need to part ways and to those who need to come together.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010


 Consider for a moment the lot of a shelter dog.  He gets fed twice a day, and if he is lucky he gets taken out for a daily walk.  Really lucky shelter dogs have indoor/outdoor runs, and they can go outside of their living quarters to relieve themselves.  Some shelter dogs get a kong or some environmental enrichment item to improve their stay in the shelter.  Its pretty bleak though.  The best thing that can be said for the dog in the shelter is that he knows what to expect.  No one is abusing him in the shelter and although it may be noisy and not always comfortable, the dog in the shelter quickly learns the routine and can predict the rhythm of the day.

Dogs in rescue sometimes fare better; and sometimes they don’t.  Some of them get placed in a foster home which may or may not be a great place to be.  Some dogs in rescue get to be housedogs with a family.  They usually get two squares a day, walks, trips out in the yard and often a bit of training or at least some attention.  They usually live in a more enriched environment and they usually get to spend time hanging out with people, in a more or less normal fashion.  Often, fosters stay with their families for weeks, months or years at a time.  Foster dogs often get quite attached to their families, and experience loss when they are moved along.  Some fosters get shifted around a fair amount though; they may spend a couple of days or a week with one person, and then several days or a week with another.  They may be shipped willy nilly for thousands of miles, often a couple of hours in one car and a couple of hours in another, all with different people at each leg of the journey.  In some rare cases, dogs are shipped by air, transcontinentally!

And what of the lot of the research dog?  Here is a dog who will spend the first part of his life learning about the cycles of the lab he is born into; and some of these labs are not bad places to live in as a dog.  Two square meals a day, environmental enrichment, other dogs to interact with and usually some interesting things to do.  Behavioural and nutritional research dogs in particular have pretty good lives-eat this food, get this much exercise, learn something and give blood once a week; not too bad.  Universities now have ethics committees to ensure that the research that the dogs experience is as humane as can be achieved while still yielding useful scientific data.  Private labs are increasingly sensitive to the scrutiny of the public and the media to their work.  The dogs used in research at the very least have it better off by far than did their counterparts from generations past.  And when the research is done, they are often available for placement.

Taking the outcasts, the lost souls, the dogs that are unwanted, left over or otherwise not in a home such as yours or mine is a very popular option for dog ownership.  What could be a better thing to do than to take a dog who needs a home and provide him with one?  What could be a better thing to do than to help a homeless animal?

Consider for a moment the three scenarios offered above.  Consider the shelter dog who is basically on offer for the first comer.  Few shelters have effective screening and placement programs.  Most shelters will require families to fill in an application form, and some shelters will even interview the family.  The commonly used shelter evaluation programs are not predictive of future temperament of the dog.  Few shelter evaluations take into account what environment might be most appropriate for a given dog.  If a family with four children under the age of ten want the reactive, visually sensitive, fearful lurcher, then it is caveat emptor, go right ahead and adopt that dog.

Consider the sensitive, willing and affiliative dog who ends up in rescue.  This dog spends six months living with a nice family and bonding with the people in that family and then one day, he is whisked away and into a new home; his “forever” home.  This dog doesn’t know that the people he bonded to haven’t died.  This dog has no frame of reference for what has happened to him.  And this dog is going to be a lot more careful in the future about bonding to his new family.

And what of the research dog, placed into a family for the very first time?  This case is perhaps the most insidious of all.  Who wouldn’t consider the rich and varied environment of their home better than a sterile run with cement walls and bars for a door?  How could the calm of your home be anything other than better than the cacophony of a kennel full of barking dogs?  This dog placed in a home for the first time will be faced with flooring that he is not familiar with, smells he has never before encountered and a variety of new surfaces.  Not only are the surfaces new to these dogs, but for the most part these dogs have never seen a variety of terrain as rich as your typical living room.  Most research dogs have not had the opportunities to see surfaces at different levels.  Many of these dogs cannot negotiate stairs, and cannot accurately assess the environment that they find themselves in when they are placed.  On top of this, television screens and computer monitors can really frighten dogs who have no context for them.

The fact is that dogs have to learn about the environments that they will encounter as adults before they are about 4 months of age.  Certainly by five months of age, the window has closed for dogs to learn to accept a varied environment.  Young adult dogs are strongly predisposed to form strong social bonds with the people they encounter.  And dogs forced to live in their own toilet loose any house training they may once have had.

There is an entire industry dedicated to rehoming animals, particularly dogs who are displaced or who grew up in labs.  Rescues, shelters and research facilities are working hard to place these animals in family homes, and they are placed in the thousands every year in North America.  Not one person involved with this industry would consider for a moment going into a run with a dog and hitting him with a stick.  Ethics committees involved in research labs require that enrichment plans be made for every animal that is being used.  Incredible amounts of time, effort and money are allocated to treating these dogs humanely while they are in the care of the placement organization.

Where we fail is when we place these dogs.  Placing a dog implies a commitment to caring for where they end up.  It implies that you want to improve the dogs life.  When you place a dog without a minimum level of screening, you depend upon the family the dog is in to recognize that the dog may be stressed and to have the skills to deal with the dog’s stress.  Few families come with those skills in place.

I recently spoke with a young woman who had “adopted” a dog from a research facility.  When she was considering taking the dog home, she visited the facility daily to walk the dog.  Harvey, a large hound type of dog, had been used to train people take blood and in a nutritional study where was given a supplement and his blood was collected for analysis.  He grew up in the research facility and was a popular dog amongst the techs there.  Harvey was easy to handle and would walk on a leash with a gentle leader.  The new owner, a woman named Anna, arrived one day with a snare type collar.  One of the techs expressed concern about the use of this tool as it might harm the reputation of the facility if someone was to see a snare used on a dog.  No mention was made of the injuries that can occur when you apply a chain snare to a dog’s neck. 

Harvey went home with Anna later the same week that she introduced the snare collar to him, and Anna began in earnest teaching him that pulling would result in being strangled.  When she got home, Harvey was turned loose in her apartment and she went about her day.  When her husband turned on the television, Harvey tried to jump out a window in fear.

I met Anna at a workshop I ran about Different Breeds and their Different Needs.  She was bubbling with enthusiasm and was keen to tell me about her recent acquisition.  “He has been with us for two months, and we can have friends over now without him cowering in fear,” she reported.  For two months, any visitor scared Harvey so much that he would hide.  He was especially fearful of men.  And every time that Anna walks Harvey, if he pulls she jerks his neck with the snare collar, potentially injuring the nerves that go down his front legs and scarring his trachea.

I made Anna aware of the dangers of using a snare type collar and her response was telling.  “Don’t you think that careful use of a collar like this is safe?  After all it isn’t a hard jerk!” was her reply.  I don’t think any use of a chain snare is acceptable.  The risk of a serious injury is much too high.

Growing up in a research facility, Harvey had in no way been prepared to live in a home.  He had in no way been prepared for guests, televisions or noises in an apartment building.  And Anna believes that dogs don’t carry fears through their lives in the way that people do.  She takes Harvey for long walks and feeds him the best food available.  She gives him excellent medical care and she spends time with him every day.  Anna did not recognize that Harvey was experiencing fear on a daily basis, and she felt that he would just get over his fears.

When I asked Anna if she would have brought Harvey home if he had needed daily physiotherapy for two years, she was emphatic.  “Of course not!” she said.  What she didn’t realize was that the kind of behavioural therapy that Harvey needs to adjust to the world he is being asked to live in is as intense as daily physiotherapy.  Between physio sessions, you would normally rest.  Harvey cannot rest; he is bathed in his fears.  The television will turn on, and the computer too.  There are unpredictable noises in the apartment that he has no context for understanding.  Harvey had met very few men in the research lab; most of the people he met were women, and he never met a child until he was out of the lab environment.  When Anna is not directly working with him, he is surrounded by all the things he is unfamiliar with.

On top of this, although Anna is a veterinary student, and she took a lot of psychology courses in university, she does not have the experience or the training to help Harvey to understand and accept his new world.  When he barks or lunges at unfamiliar things, Anna can stop that behaviour cold by jerking on the snare collar, without addressing the fear that may be driving the undesired behaviour.  In effect what the collar allows Anna to do is to flood Harvey with experiences without allowing him to respond at all to them.  Eventually, Harvey will learn that it is dangerous to bark and tell Anna that he is afraid of something, as it is more painful to react than it is face his fears.  The result may be a dog who engages in stress behaviours such as panting, pacing or yawning or worse in self mutilation behaviours such as excessive licking.

Anna is in general a kind person.  She loves animals; you have to love animals in order to get into vet school.  If given a stick, Anna would never beat a dog.  Unwittingly though, with the best of intentions, Anna is doing just that.  She is repeatedly, systematically beating this dog. 

The research facility that placed Harvey with Anna has a role to play in Harvey’s abuse.  To begin with the tech should have been alerted to Anna’s inexperience in dealing with behaviour by her choice in equipment.  Choke and snare collars were once the gold standard in dog training equipment.  Since the 1990’s they have been replaced by a variety of tools that are better suited to managing an unruly dog.  Head halters, Easy Walk Harnesses and flat collars with training are all choices that would be less likely to leave Harvey with permanent damage. 

Before Harvey became available for placement, people knew that he was slated to rotate out of the research facility; the facility that Harvey was in only allows dogs to stay for a maximum of two years, regardless of how well suited they may be to their lives.  As a puppy, no one made sure that Harvey was exposed to men, women, teens, children, people of different races and people dressed in clothing other than surgical scrubs or lab coats.  No one made sure that Harvey had seen a television turned on, computers or household appliances.  Harvey, comfortable and secure in the research lab was never prepared for the life he would face outside of those walls.

When we take an animal into our heart and our home, we agree to take on the care and wellbeing of that animal.  When we take on the job of placing multiple animals into multiple homes, the responsibility grows exponentially.  Shelter dogs deserve to be placed in homes suited to their needs.  This implies knowing what their needs are, which in turn implies carefully asking them about who they are.  Dogs in rescue need to be able to form bonds with those who are going to care for them between the time they are in their homes and the time when they are rehomed, and count on those friendships lasting beyond the time they move on.  And research dogs deserve to have the socialization that will allow them to be successful when they move out of the research facility and into a home.  Anything less is effectively beating a dog without a stick.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Meeting the Friendly Neighbour – What Not to Do with a Good Dog

Today's Post is guest written by one of my Good Dog Clients.  Good Dogs are well loved dogs who have big problems, and are working on them in my Good Dog program.  In this case, the dog is a young spayed female rescue who came from the shelter with very serious reactivity.  Her family has worked long and hard with her, and she is just coming to the point of meeting new dogs on leash in her very quiet neighbourhood.  I enjoyed this email this morning so much that I asked I could share:

I remember someone once mentioning that dogs were interested in food, sleep, play and meeting other dogs -- not necessarily in that order.  

So after walking by the same house every day for a few months and seeing a friendly St. Bernard standing on the porch,
wagging its tail (with the rest of the body language consistent), I thought that perhaps a meet and greet might be useful – and fun. 

Plus, the neighbour with the St. Bernard had often waved. 

Once I had even met her at the store and she had sensibly inquired whether my dog was friendly,
And shared that hers was…. we had ended up in a pleasant “chin wag” about my own dog…
her acquisition from the shelter, challenges, and how she was improving.

When I paused to consider whether heading over for an introduction that morning was a good idea,
I remember feeling a happy “all signals go” anticipation as she waved and beckoned to me come up to her lawn.

So, OK, then.  Calm and relaxed, leash loose, I began to cross the street, ready to do penalty yards, manage barking and back off if needed. 

No worries, within a few more steps I stood on the front lawn, the happy St. Bernard alert and clearly comfortable ambling toward us.

“Good”, I remember thinking, “she’s coming in on an angle, body curved, not tense and is clearly doing a friendly approach. 

Nice….this should work out…”

And that’s when things got a bit sticky. 

From behind the neighbour’s porch outdoor armchair I heard a snarl, and in microseconds (it seemed)
a young but full-size St. Bernard I had never seen before fairly flew to the end of its long tether into the yard, growling, tail low and ears back.

Startled, at the loud thump as he hit the end of the rope (anchored to the concrete porch pole) and was thrown off his feet to the ground,

I jumped and slipped on the morning’s combination of dew and wet leaves,
falling onto my right side and directly onto the fallen youngster’s tether.

Once on the ground, I noticed my hip was resting against the slavering head of a dog
whose lips were pulled back over perhaps the largest set of teeth I had ever seen that weren’t in an equine…
or maybe a dinosaur…

Thankfully - and dangerously - with so much weight on his rope, he was unable to move his head.

Also thankfully, I had managed to keep hold of my own dog’s leash when falling, so no worries there.

Stunned and afraid to move/release the minimal control I had,
I began to prop myself on my elbow – scary dog’s rope still pinned under my right hip – to consider my options
(none of which seemed particularly good). 

At that same moment, the front door of the house opened, ejecting at a run a large man
and a small, angry, Chihuahua (who began furiously barking),
both of whom reached my side before I could rise to my feet.

The gentleman grabbed my arm, pulled me upright and – as I started to back away –
began smacking the young St. Bernard in the face with the end of a leash he had in his hand. 

The St. Bernard retreated a couple of inches, head down and growling. 

Meanwhile, my own dog, happily off to my left and quite calmly sniffing both
the original friendly St. Bernard I had intended to make an introduction to
and the new but noisy Chihuahua, turned at the sound of leather slapping
fur to investigate the commotion.

Only to have the gentleman beside me lunge forward, grab her collar
and begin to drag her toward the growling St. Bernard saying “he’s really quite friendly”. 

I think that’s when I snapped, “yeah but mine is not so much in a group yet”,
moving between the man and my dog to break his hold
and retreating forthwith down the street toward the safety of home base…

I suspect that everyone involved was stunned with the speed at which things had unravelled. 

In addition to spending the day trying to calm my worked nerves from being grabbed by the guy and almost being bitten by my neighbour’s dog,
apparently my own pup was shaken up enough to snarl at a friendly handler later that day who grabbed her collar.

Needless to say, from now on my neighbours – friendly or not -- are just getting a smile and wave as I boogie on by…

Great job by my client who kept her head in the face of a lot of difficulty and who took the appropriate steps to prevent this incident from getting worse.  And well done by her dog in a very difficult situation; it is lovely to see a dog progress from unmanagable, untouchable and erratic to calm and sensible and able to cope.