Georgia


The previous owners of my parents’ cottage installed a cat hatch on the door between the cottage and the screened-in porch.  Georgia wishes she could fit through it.

I have been waiting for this to post for weeks, and wouldn’t you know that it happens when I forget to check!  So, here it is five days late.  Georgia is on Licked Toys!

Georgia was starting to smell a bit too doggy, so I gave her a bath tonight.  Also it’s about 90 degrees and humid, so I think getting all wet helped her cool off a little.

My good friend Emily brought back a bar of Denali Dreams Dog Wash for Georgia and I when she went to Alaska.  I was a bit skeptical about using a bar to scrub Georgia, but it lathers up better than any shampoo I’ve used and smells wonderful.  Also, it’s all natural, so I can feel good about using it.  Georgia likes it too and always tries to lick the suds when I give her a bath.  Then she goes crazy afterward and runs all over the house rolling on the floor.  Why do baths make dogs so goofy?

We had our second obedience class tonight.  We worked on “stay,” “wait,” and “walking on a leash without pulling.”  Georgia is three, and I’m very embarrassed to say that she still pulls on her leash.  I feel like I’ve tried everything.  We’ve tried the Gentle Leader*, the Easy Walk harness* (easy walk–yeah right), a regular choke chain*, and a prong collar*.  I would like to have a dog that doesn’t need any type of corrective device and will walk calmly in just a flat collar, but unfortunately Georgia is not (yet) that dog, and for her safety and mine, I need something to help control her so she doesn’t end up in the middle of traffic or long gone after a squirrel.  She is just too strong and can literally drag me around.

Our first trainer recommended the prong collar, and I was initially opposed because obviously it looks like some sort of torture device and I assumed (as most people do) that it was some type of cruel and unusual punishment dreamed up by someone too lazy to properly train his dog.  The trainer explained that actually it was a more friendly alternative to the choke chain.  With a choke chain, you run the risk of damaging your dog’s windpipe because of the way it puts pressure on the neck.  Also, if not positioned properly on the dog, it won’t release automatically.  Frankly, a choke chain did nothing for Georgia other than CHOKE her.  She coughed and hacked and pulled just as hard.  (I know that choke chains can be used correctly and work for many dogs, so I am not criticizing choke chains, but Georgia was not one of those dogs, so we had to explore alternatives.)

A prong collar works by pinching the dog’s skin when they pull.  It obviously causes some discomfort, ideally enough to make your dog think twice about pulling, but it is not painful or harmful if fitted and used correctly.  After trying the prong collar, I realized that it was not at all cruel since it barely fazes Georgia at all.  It gives me enough control that we can walk safely, but she is absolutely not in any pain or even discomfort.  Much of the time, the collar hangs loose, but when she pulls (which, okay, is actually a lot of the time), it tightens and reigns her in a little.  The prong collar does help with Georgia’s pulling, and it works the best out of everything I’ve tried, but up until now it really has not been enough.  Georgia has been walked on a leash for her whole life, and no amount of “correct and release” seemed to get the point across.  Clearly I haven’t been getting it quite right.

I am not a trainer (which is why I am attending a class taught by someone else), so I can only repeat what I was told tonight.  I’m just a girl who loves her dog and wants to be able to walk her safely without having my arms pulled out of the sockets.  So far, tonight’s tips seem to be working for Georgia, but I think we need a few days to practice before the results will really be in.

We are still using a prong collar, which this trainer recommends as well, but instead of large size prongs, we switched to the size prongs you would expect to use on smaller dogs.  It is still long enough to go all the way around Georgia’s neck (with a slightly snugger fit than before–apparently her old one was too loose which was part of the problem), but there are more prongs in contact with her neck which is supposedly more effective.

The idea of this technique is that your dog will correct itself and decide that walking with a loose lead is more enjoyable than getting pinched.  If your dog isn’t a major puller, you can use other types of collars.  Two people in the class with little dogs just used regular, flat collars.  One person used a martingale collar.  I think the method is effective no matter what type of collar you use as long as it provides enough correction that your dog realizes it’s not supposed to be pulling.

What you do is tie a knot in the leash which you hold near your hip.  To give you some perspective, the knot in Georgia’s leash is about 15 inches from the end that I hold.  Her leash is six feet long.  You just hold that knot firmly by your hip (I had to use both hands–like I said, Georgia is strong), and the dog learns that if it stays within that zone, it can walk with a loose lead.  If the dog starts to pull, it helps to change directions.  When Georgia tugged, she essentially corrected herself.  I didn’t have to jerk the leash or anything like that, just held on firmly and kept the leash in the same spot so that the prong collar tightened if Georgia pulled.  If you have other family members, it’s important that everyone holds the leash in the same spot so that the dog learns a consistent boundary.

It took about 10 minutes, but Georgia did seem to catch on.  Pretty soon she was walking next to me and paying attention when I changed directions.  She was by no means perfect–and I didn’t expect her to be.  Her bad habits have been three years in the making–but there was definitely some improvement.  Now it’s just practice and consistency.

*All of the collars mentioned are for TRAINING purposes only and should not be left on the dog unless it’s supervised.  Many dogs have strangled in a choke chain when the ring falls through the boards in a deck or catches on a fence.

I took Georgia to the vet last week for her yearly checkup and vaccinations. Last year, I was told that Georgia was overweight, and the vet was not very kind about it. I love my dog like a child, so I felt like a horrible dog parent when she got upset with me. The weight just crept on after Georgia was spayed. I wasn’t giving her table scraps, and we got plenty of exercise. My mistake was in not cutting back her kibble amount after her spay surgery. I hadn’t really realized it, but she had put on about 10 pounds. She should weigh about 75, and she was pushing 85. It seemed like she’d put on 100 pounds the way the vet reacted. It also didn’t help when she told me that it would be very difficult to get that weight off, especially since dogs’ metabolisms drop drastically after they are spayed.

I left in tears and vowed that she would get back to fighting weight before next year’s exam. Mission accomplished. I switched her to “low fat” food and started gradually cutting back on the amount right after the appointment until she was only eating 3 1/2 cups a day. (Prior to being spayed, I fed her as much as she wanted, generally 5-6 cups, and she stayed slim as could be. She also bounced off the walls all day long…) It was heart wrenching when Georgia kept licking her bowl and looking at me with her pitiful, hungry eyes, but I stuck to my guns. Vet’s orders. She didn’t really start slimming down until we took up running again at the beginning of the year though. That did the trick.

This year the vet told me that everything looked good. Healthy weight. Clean teeth. I was one proud dog mama.

Once upon a time, I used to attempt to leave Georgia out of her crate when I went away. One time I left her with a great new toy and was sure that it would keep her occupied. Oh, it did. I came home to discover that she had thrown herself quite the party.

Note: These pictures were taken shortly after I moved in to my last apartment, so please excuse the disarray and lack of furniture. My place now is neat, cozy, and fully furnished.

She used to chew up anything and everything if she was left unattended. I tried filling kongs with peanut butter and kibble, tried hiding toys and treats around for her to find. She still found other ways to occupy herself. For a while, I would leave her out of her crate but closed in my bedroom when I left. I quickly discovered that I needed to first remove all the pillows from the room and make sure the closet doors were closed (losses: several pairs of underwear, shoes, and two sham pillowcases). That method seemed to work until she decided to pee ON MY BED. The first time it happened, I thought it was a fluke. (I’m a slow learner). The second time, it was no more freedom for Miss G. Back into the crate whenever I left. That had continued until today, because I just didn’t dare to leave her and risk something nice getting destroyed. If I was running down to switch my laundry or take out the garbage, she was fine, but I hadn’t dared to try leaving her out for an extended period.

Today I was going to be gone for about an hour to run an errand, and I decided to give it another shot. I snuck out the door quickly without making a big deal about the fact that I was leaving. I was nervous the whole time and kept wanting to turn around, imagining the destruction that might await my return. I got home, opened the door, and didn’t see anything amiss. I also didn’t see Georgia. My apartment isn’t very big, so I walked into the bedroom, and there she was, on the bed curled up against my pillow. Nothing was chewed. There were no puddles. I have renewed hope for my dog! I don’t know that I would leave her alone for several hours just yet, but this was a big step. She’s GETTING THERE!

This morning I was awakened by the sweet sound of Georgia getting ready to puke.  That always gets me out of bed in a big hurry.  Fortunately, today she was considerate enough to aim for the rug instead of the carpet.  I’ve been known to rudely drag her onto the linoleum when she started gagging in the past.  I am totally going to be one of those mothers who’s running to the bathroom holding my kid by the elbows while he’s spewing all the way down the hall.  Like that visual?

Anyway, I’m somewhat at a loss to explain how Georgia’s stomach functions.  She doesn’t throw up often, and when she does, 99% of the time I discover that it’s because she swallowed something indigestible (ex: a greasy paper towel stolen out of the trash.  Oh, those paper towels are so tempting!  How could any dog be expected to exercise self control?  Kidding.)  However, there were plenty of times in her youth that she swallowed something that was not food and managed to both keep it down and pass it along naturally.  Things that come to mind include CD pieces, a sock, and the insoles from my running shoes.  This morning the culprit was two blades of grass that she ate before dinner last night.  How does her stomach filter out the kibble and keep the grass from passing through?  It will likely remain a mystery.

Georgia has a small wardrobe of collars that I try to keep in check. Truth be told, I would love to buy every unique collar I see, but I try to limit myself. She has about five–which I don’t think is unreasonable–but that number could double or triple in a hurry if I gave in to my desires. I recently discovered Lucky Fiona on Etsy, and I can’t stop looking at these adorable collars! I want them all! I think I’m going to buy at least one, but I am having an extremely difficult time deciding which one.

Here are some of my favorites:

The Lotus

The RannyGazoo

Silly Setter Stripe

The Hottie Dottie

The Coley

The Tristan

Aren’t they the best? And they’re not even expensive at $13.99. Collars like this are usually $30 plus. Do you see why I can’t make up my mind? Which one should I order?

Is that pepperoni?

 

Today is Georgia’s third birthday. When she was younger and a terror and I was at my wits end, people would tell me that labs start to calm down between two and three years of age. She really has settled down a lot in the last six months or so, but she has a long way to go. All hope is not yet lost because other people told me that she would settle in between ages three and four.

Hopefully this year of her life will be the one in which she stops pulling on the leash and starts coming when called. Yes, we’ve been to professional training. Yes, I’ve been trying to make her heel since day one. Girl isn’t the brightest bulb on the strand, but she’s getting better, and I love her madly in spite of her deficiencies. And oh my gosh, she used to be so tiny.

Before she grew

Yesterday we were driving with Georgia in the back of the car. We were not going to the dog park, but then Georgia started making noises that sounded like a chicken being strangled, and we realized that we were about a mile from the dog park and she knew it. I couldn’t break Georgia’s heart by driving right past her favorite place in the whole world without stopping, so Tim took pity on us both and said that, despite his having to finish approximately 42 hours of homework by Monday morning, it would be okay if we stopped for a little while.

There were quite a few other people and dogs there when we arrived, and Georgia sprinted around happily for several minutes greeting everyone. Then she did the inevitable. Yes, she decided to run over to the one mud puddle on the whole two acres and smear herself in it. Of course she wasn’t content to merely dip her feet or dig a bit. She had to lie down and rub that wet black mud over every inch of herself. It evoked looks of sympathy from the other dog owners until she started running around shouting, “Hugs for everyone!” Then I had to do damage control to prevent an uprising by the other dog people who weren’t as thrilled with the idea of being coated with mud as Georgia was.

Ah yes, that’s my girl. Below is not a picture from yesterday, but it is a similar situation. I’m used to it.

Smearing