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Which Person Are You, Labrador Retriever? (By Dr. Callie, Golden Retriever)

Saturday, April 12th, 2008

Dr. Callie

I know, I know, the patient is supposed to be on the couch, and the psychologist is supposed to be in the arm chair. But I couldn’t find a patient. Where are those Labrador Retrievers when you need them?

You may have read that there’s a new book that helps people figure out, if they were a dog, which dog would they be? Here’s a link to the article. The book is called, “Which Dog Are You?”

There are also some sites where a person can take an on-line test to see which dog they are. Here’s an example at www.ivillage.com.

Well, if people can have a “which dog are you?” book, I decided my doggie friends should have a “which person are you?” book. So I decided to start writing it, and I thought I’d use myself as an example for the first chapter. You can see it here.

This time, we’re going to talk about Labrador Retrievers and see which person they are likely to be like.

According to the AKC, Labrador Retrievers are kindly, outgoing and of a tractable nature. (Can’t you just hear the guy at the dog shows reading this stuff?) They are also supposed to be easy to please, gentle, intelligent and adaptable.

By my doggie psychology calculations, lots of Labrador Retrievers are “ESTPs.” This means they see a world “outside themselves.” Like a lot of dogs, they are very oriented toward their highly efficient senses. They are “sensors” more than they are “intuitors.” Their intelligence often makes them “Thinkers” (as opposed to “feelers”) Their action orientation gives them a tendency in the direction of “perceiving,” as opposed to “judging.” So, Labrador Retrievers are often ESTPs.

There’s a joke titled, “How Many Dogs Does it Take to Change a Light Bulb?” You can see it by clicking on this link. There’s an answer for lots of breeds. But the answer for the Labrador Retriever is very revealing of their personality: “Oh, me, me!!! Pleeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I?” If that’s not an ESTP, I’ve never seen one. (Although I suppose a few could slip over into ESFP.)

According to my Dr. Doggie text books (my doggie friends, you can learn a lot about this stuff at www.personalitypage.com), ESTPs are generally action oriented, flexible and adaptable, fun to be around, and good natured. Does that not sound like every Labrador Retriever you ever met?

So, dear Labrador Retriever, if you want to know what kind of people-job you might have, your qualities would make you an excellent sales representative. Your strong sensory processing, your outgoing nature, and your enthusiasm all come into play here.

Your qualities also make you an excellent candidate for police or detective work. Duh! No wonder so many of our friends are already employed this way. You could also be a paramedic. (Not sure they allow doggie wound-licking)

Finally, you, dear Labrador Retriever, should be very comfortable as an entrepreneur. Again, your outside-world view, your sensory abilities, your intelligence, and your action-orientation all make this a good path for you.

Who knows, maybe someday you’ll write a blog, like me.

Bye for now,

Dr. Callie, Golden Retriever

Callie's April Fools Joke

Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008

Callie, my fourteen-month-old Golden Retriever, has been “crate trained.” It’s the first time we’ve crate-trained a dog, and it’s worked great. Now, as she gets more mature, we’re giving her more time outside the crate. She’s even slept on our bed a few nights without disrupting our sleep too much.

But the last few weeks, she’s had to sleep in her crate again, because Barbara had some surgery and we don’t need Callie, in her exuberance, opening up Barbara’s stitches.

So yesterday morning, April 1, we were quite surprised when, out of nowhere, Callie ran across our bedroom and went straight into her crate. She was free to run around the house, but all of a sudden she bounded into her crate and sat in a perfect pose, at attention.

This was one of those “why-did-she-do-that?” moments that can make “dog-talk” such a challenge. How do you figure out what your dog is saying?

When we looked closer, we got the message. Callie was sitting there with Barbara’s running socks in her mouth. She was saying, “April Fools! I’ve got your socks and you can’t touch me in my crate because it’s off-limits to people.”

Needless to say, we collected Barbara’s socks, but we quickly replaced them with one of Callie’s prized toys, and she forgave us for encroaching on puppydom.

Most of the time, when a dog does something unusual, there’s a message. The problem is to figure it out. This one wasn’t too hard to interpret, but it was a fun April Fools!

My Dog Really Wants To Join Your Soccer Game

Monday, March 31st, 2008

Sometimes doggie-messages are pretty easy to understand. Here’s an example of some dog-talk that was not hard to interpret.

Callie, as you know, is a soccer dog. She just loves to play soccer with me. And the thing I love most about it is that it’s Callie’s “invention.” When she was still a puppy, she would invite me to play soccer by standing behind the ball, as if to say, “OK, Fred, show me what you’ve got!”

Here’s an update on Callie’s soccer skills, photographed recently by Barbara:

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That’s all by way of background so you can understand what happened yesterday, when Callie went for a walk with Lauren and Amelia, our two grandchildren.

As we walked along, we could hear a brother and his sister practicing soccer in their driveway. They were kicking the ball to each other, and, occasionally, kicking it into a “goal” on their garage door.

When we got to the driveway so we could see the two soccer players, Callie froze in place. She sat down and watched the two kids with so much intensity that she started to quiver. At that moment, there was nothing in the world she wanted more than to join in the soccer practice. It showed in every bone in her body.

My heart really ached for her, because I knew exactly what she was thinking and how much it meant to her. For a minute, I truly wished I could just take off her leash and let her run & join the soccer game. She would have chased the ball down and trapped it under her tummy. Or, she might have done a few “nosers,” doggie versions of the “header.”

But then, of course, reality set in. Dog off the leash. Scared kids, who don’t know that Callie is a good soccer player. And so forth.

It just made me vow to make sure Callie gets to play soccer more often and to honor her very polite requests for a soccer game in our back yard.

Goodbye, Charlie (by Callie)

Tuesday, March 25th, 2008

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I learned this morning that one of my favorite Golden Retriever friends, Charlie, was hit by a car and killed a little over a week ago. So I’m feeling just terrible — for the loss of Charlie and for Charlie’s step-brother, Mooch, and his owners, Doug and Sonja.

I could tell something was terribly wrong this morning when I saw Doug walking with Mooch but without Charlie. Mooch has always been friendly with me, but not as exuberant as Charlie. But this morning Mooch explained to me, in doggie language, what had happened. Mooch was very broken up about it, and I feel sorry for him. He’s obviously very depressed.

The relationship between Charlie and Mooch is pretty fascinating. Doug and Sonja got Charlie, a rescue Golden Retriever, a few years ago, because Mooch had disappeared. But then someone took Mooch to a vet, who scanned his micro-chip and returned him to Doug and Sonja.

My sincere and doggie-heart-felt condolences to Doug, Sonja, and Mooch for their loss. You never quite know how bonded you are to a pet (or to a person) until you lose them. Which is too bad, but I guess that’s just how it is.

Sometimes it’s really frustrating not to be able to talk like a person — using my voice. I’ve been trying lately, but I think, to Fred, it just sounds like a bunch of “snorts” and “grunts.” I’ve tried a few times when I had something important to say, like, “could I please get out of my crate for a while,” or “isn’t it about dinner time?” But these were always short messages.

Today I walked into Fred’s office and tried for about five minutes to explain to Fred how I felt, in people talk. I know all Fred heard was “grunts” and “snorts,” but I actually think he understood what I was trying to say. Fred was so heartbroken that he cried, too, when he heard the news. So I’m pretty sure he understands how I feel and that he shares my feelings. We rubbed foreheads for a minute, so I felt we were almost able to communicate like dogs.

Here’s a web site that has a lot of beautiful poems that might give comfort to someone who recently lost a beloved pet. One of Fred’s favorites is “Dinah in Heaven,” by Rudyard Kipling.

Goodbye, Charlie. I really love you.

Callie

My Dog Found Five Bucks!

Monday, March 24th, 2008

Callie, now a fourteen-month-old Golden Retriever, but still a puppy in many ways, works very hard at the “leave it” command. This command is not just intended to get her to “let go” of something. If you’re quick enough on the draw, you can use the “leave it” command to keep her from picking something up in the first place.

I’m really more interested in building my dog relationship with Callie than in beating commands into her, but “leave it” is important. It can be a lifesaver.

On our morning jog, a Golden Retriever has many temptations. There are some good things to be retrieved — like sticks and pine cones. But there are also some things better not retrieved — mostly stuff that occasionally flies out of a car window. Like a candy wrapper, a sales slip, or a packing peanut. Since some of Callie’s jogging is on a golf course, she’s also tempted frequently by a grass divot — a hunk of grass and dirt that got gouged out of the golf course by a swinging golf club.

She’s pretty good at “leave it,” if we see an offending piece of trash and yell “leave it” before Callie gets to it. But, much as we try to avoid this stuff, Callie still gets the jump on us sometimes. Occasionally, she sees some scrumptious looking piece of garbage before we do, and she’s learned to make a quick stab before we can react. So, we’ve also gotten pretty good at prying her mouth open and reaching way down into her throat to eliminate the hazard.

On Friday, she totally beat us to the “trash” with a lightning fast stab before anyone could utter the words “leave it!” But imagine our surprise when we reached down to the bottom of her throat and pulled out a nice, crisp five dollar bill! Who would have guessed?

How would you train a dog to only retrieve paper currency? Are there any one-hundred-percent indestructible dog toys that we can buy for five bucks?

BTW, “My Doggie Says… Messages from Jamie, the dog book I wrote about Callie’s predecessor, Jamie, just won its fourth award — a Silver Medal for non-fiction (Adult Books) in the Mom’s Choice Awards. There’s a nice review on their web site.

Decisions, Decisions, Puppy Decisions (by Callie)

Wednesday, March 19th, 2008

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You know, I don’t usually have to make a lot of decisions. Barbara and Fred decide a lot of stuff for me. Like when I get to eat, when we go jogging, what time we go to bed, and stuff like that.

Sometimes, I do decide to take a nap. And sometimes it’s hard to figure out which toy to play with, because I do have a lot of toys.

So yesterday I’m walking down the hallway and Okie-Dokie the black cat goes walking by. That cat can be really arrogant. It walks with a swagger, and I swear it’s always telling me, “ha, ha, I never have to be in a crate!” Or “cats are better than dogs.”

Actually, Okie-Dokie and I have become pretty good friends. We like to rub noses, and sometimes I lick Okie-Dokie’s head. She seems to like that. But I really like to pester her sometimes, so it only took me a millisecond to decide to run down the hallway and pounce on Okie-Dokie — just to see how loud she would “hiss!”

But just as I started after Okie-Dokie, Barbara showed up at the other end of the hall in her jogging clothes and wearing her jogging fanny-pack. Uh-oh! Slam on the brakes! Given a choice between annoying Okie-Dokie and going jogging, I’ll always go for the jog. It’s much better exercise than pouncing on cats. Besides, I can go cat-pouncing just about any time I want.

So I stopped myself in mid-pounce and ran over to Barbara so she could put my leash on.

It wasn’t a real hard decision to make, because I really like to go jogging, but it made me realize that my life is pretty simple most of the time. Eat, sleep, pounce on cats, pee, pooh, and eat some more.

But you know what I really look forward to? The times when Fred and Barbara play with me and make me feel part of the family. Lots of times, I start the play by presenting them with one of my favorite toys. Then we play a game of “let’s both hold this for a while.” It’s my favorite game, next to playing soccer with Fred.

I’m getting to spend lots more time out of my crate, so I do have to make more decisions than before. But mostly it’s deciding NOT to eat the rugs. Things seem to work better that way.

Next time!

Five More Things Your Dog Might Say On A Walk Or Jog

Thursday, March 13th, 2008

Here are some more things your dog might “say” to you on a walk or jog and how to recognize them.

1. “Could we please go this way?” Jamie and Callie never seem to forget a route they’ve taken. Almost every time we come to a “fork in the road,” they take it (to quote Yogi Berra). If they remember that we’ve been down a path before, they start to pull in that direction. So, once in a while, why not let your dog decide which way you’re going to go? It will appreciate getting to be the leader.

2. “May I please jump up on this rock?” This may be Callie’s special thing, since her mom and dad are agility champions. But your dog probably has some favorite thing it likes to do – jump up on a wall, run through some grass, or jump over a low fence. The golf course where Callie runs has a lot of one-foot-high fences for guiding golf carts. Callie loves to do a few “overs” when she sees one of these. Why not let your dog pick out a few entertaining things to do and give it the freedom to “goof off for a minute?

3. “I’d really like to walk on the top of this wall.” Callie seems to have a little “circus performer” in her genes. She likes to run on the top of a stone wall if there’s one around. Jamie had a favorite “tightrope act.” When we ran across the golf-cart-and-walking bridge across one of the golf holes, Jamie didn’t like to run on the slippery rubber mat, so she squoze all four of her doggie paws into the six-inch-wide wooden board along the edge. This was quite a feet-feat. You know how a tightrope walker has to walk with one foot in front of the other. Imagine doing this with four feet – both her hind feet and her front feet moving one in front of the other. She got so close to the chain link safety fence that her ear went “flip-flip-flip” against the wire.

4. “Let’s be smart and walk in the shade.” If you walk your dog on a warm day, be careful not to over-do it. Imagine how you’d feel if you were out walking on a hot day in a heavy fur coat. Next time you’re in this situation, let your dog choose which part of the street to walk on. See if it doesn’t cross the street to be in the shady parts. It might also slow down in the shady parts – to enjoy the cool air – and speed up in the sunny spots – to get to the next shady spot faster.
5. “OK, we’ve arrived at our destination.” Chances are your dog knows its way home. Next time your dog out for a walk, don’t lead it into your home. Let your dog take the lead and see if it recognizes home when you get there. Or, if you’re headed for a destination, see if your dog recognizes it when you get there. Jamie loved to walk to our boat dock at Lake Arrowhead. She knew the route from the street to our boat dock, and she knew exactly which dock was ours. She even knew which storage box held her floating Frisbee – which was her favorite thing to retrieve. She also recognized The Wishing Well, a gift shop at Lake Arrowhead Village, that always has a doggie water dish and very large and tasty puppy treats. Jamie pulled us clear across the Lake Arrowhead Village parking lot to get to The Wishing Well.

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Your dog needs to know that you are the alpha animal. But try letting it take the lead once in a while; you can still be the alpha figure. Your dog will grow in confidence and personality, and it might reveal talents and interests you didn’t know it had.

Five Things Your Dog Might "Say" When You Take It For A Walk

Tuesday, March 11th, 2008

To me, nothing could be more boring than a walk, or jog, with Callie when she “heels” every step of the way. (Not much danger of that, as she’s still a full-of-beans puppy, but you know what I mean.) That’s obedience run amuk. I love it when Callie participates in our morning jog, and we go out of our way to let her make a few of the decisions.

1. “I really like to go walking or jogging.” For starters, what do you think your dog tells you when you’re getting ready to go for a walk or jog? Does it get excited when you put your jogging clothes on? Does it hydrate when it sees the leash coming? Callie’s predecessor, Jamie, did both of these things every morning before our jog. And Callie gets very excited when she sees me putting on my jogging shoes. She knows her turn is coming.

2. “OK. It’s time to pee or pooh.” You probably already know your dog’s pee & pooh habits, but can you tell when it’s sniffing for a place to do its business or just sniffing? When your dog starts sniffing the ground, it might be telling you, “Hey, I need to make a quick pit stop!” Your dog will appreciate it if you “hear” its message, and give it a little leeway.

3. “I need some help.” Callie (and Jamie before) sometimes comes to a cold, hard STOP in the middle of a jogging step. My first reaction is usually, “Let’s get on with it. We’re jogging, not looking at scenery.” But when a dog does this, it’s often trying to say something. Jamie’s message was often, “I’ve got some sticks stuck in my feathers, and I need some help getting them out.” Here’s a photo from My Doggie Says… Jamie was fine once we got the stick out of her butt feathers.

Callie’s feathers aren’t quite as full yet, but last summer she did the “hard stop” thing a time or two because she got some tar in the hair between her toes. She appreciated it when we helped her clean things up.

4. “Could I please stop and retrieve something I see over there?” Another reason Callie stops sometimes is that she sees something she wants to retrieve. After all, she is a Golden Retriever. She has a very polite way of saying, “Could we please stop for a minute, so I can retrieve that pine cone?” Or, “Could I pick up that stick and carry it for a while?” There’s nothing she’d rather do than carry a pine cone, or a stick, or a ball while she jogs.

5. “Could I please stop and get a drink out of that water sprinkler?” The first few times Jamie did this, it startled us. We had to think a little about what she was doing. But then the message became clear. She came to a complete stop right beside a water sprinkler. It was her polite way of asking, “can I grab a quick drink?”

A daily walk or jog offers many opportunities to “listen” to your dog and get better at understanding what it’s telling you.

Dog Whispering Is Fine, But Try Dog Listening, Too

Tuesday, March 4th, 2008

Cesar Millan, the Dog Whisperer, has a huge following and a way with dogs. You’re probably familiar with his TV program & other works. Here’s a recent article from the UK’s Telegraph.

It’s been well demonstrated that dogs need to know who’s in charge. In a wolf pack situation, there’s an alpha animal. In a family home, the owner needs to be boss. But isn’t there more to owning a dog than getting it to obey?

“My Doggie Says… Messages from Jamie” is sort of a “Rosetta Stone” that can help you learn how to understand some of the messages hidden in your dog’s behavior. Why did Fido do that? What’s he trying to say? If you can learn to “decode” some of these messages, you can have a much more meaningful relationship with your dog.

So what is Dog Listening?

It’s mostly about observing your dog’s behavior and figuring out what it’s trying to tell you. Have you ever seen your dog do something that didn’t make a lot of sense at the time? Sometimes, if you work at it, you can figure out what your dog is saying.

Here’s a recent example. Yesterday, I took Callie on her morning jog by myself, because Barbara had an early meeting. When we reached the road that leads to the golf course parking lot, Callie made a big right turn and started to cross the street into the parking lot.

My first reaction was, “Why in the world did she do that?” But then I realized that Barbara always takes her through the parking lot in order to get out of the street traffic for a while. Duh! Callie was just saying, “Can’t we go this way? This is how Barbara and I usually do it.” Both Callie and Jamie seem to remember every route they ever took, and they are quick to re-trace old paths.

So why care which way Callie wants to go? I think it’s good for a dog to be part of a relationship. Sometimes we do it Callie’s way. Sometimes we do it my way. I don’t see anything wrong with letting her call some of the shots. I think it’s good for her self confidence, and it make our activities more of an interaction than “I command and you obey.” Instead of a master/slave relationship, our relationship becomes more like two friends sharing an experience.

How do you break doggie code? Here are a few tricks.

Your dog’s breeding has a lot to say about what it has to say. Callie’s a golden retriever. If she starts to run toward a stick, it doesn’t take rocket science to figure out that she’s probably saying, “May I please retrieve that stick?” So keep in mind the things that your dog was bred to do.

There are probably also some things that your dog just likes to do. For example, Callie loves to play soccer in the back yard. So when she sticks her nose through the crack in the sliding glass door to the back yard, it’s easy to see that she’s saying, “Hey, Fred, could we please play a little soccer?”

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Another good place to look to break doggie code is the recent past. Dogs are pretty good at remembering things. Barbara’s been letting Callie carry a small rubber baseball on her jog, so when Callie stops in the middle of the street and looks at Barbara’s fanny pack (containing the ball), it’s pretty obvious that Callie is saying, “Could I please carry my ball now?”

Sometimes, you have to stop and think, “What are the possibilities?” My adventure in learning to “listen” to Jamie started with a mysterious “wuuf” in the middle of the night. (A “wuuf” is a special doggie version of “woof.”) I couldn’t imagine what she was trying to say. So I went through a list of alternatives. She didn’t need to go pee, or she would have run to the door. Same thing if she wanted to chase our neighbor’s cats; she would have run to the door.

Finally, I realized that, because of her ACL surgery some months earlier, she couldn’t jump up on our bed any more. So I lifted her up onto the bed, and, sure enough, that’s exactly what she was asking me to do.

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Dog Listening can be very rewarding for you and for your dog.

This Dog (Puppy) Finally Gets To Sleep In His Owner's Bed (By Callie)

Saturday, March 1st, 2008

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Hi, Callie here again. I’m so excited that I’m getting to sleep with Fred & Barbara. Wow! What a treat!

In case you’re wondering, a December 4, 2007 Harris Poll showed that 69% of dog owners let their dog sleep in their bed. So I’ve just been dying to join the majority of my doggie friends, even though I’m still a puppy.

I’m just a little over a year old now, and I’ve been sleeping in my crate ever since I moved into Fred’s house about a year ago. One of my favorite photographs from “My Doggie Says… Messages from Jamie” is this picture of Jamie sleeping on Fred’s bed. I’ve always looked forward to the day when I could do that.

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I’ve been working really hard on being a good dog, because I knew I would have to earn the right to sleep on Fred’s bed. So I wasn’t too surprised the other day when I saw Barbara picking up all the pillows and putting them outside the bedroom (I guess so I wouldn’t eat them). I started to wonder, “Is this the night I get to sleep with Fred and Barbara?”

She also closed the bathroom door, probably so I couldn’t get in there and eat the toilet paper again.

Boy, was I thrilled when Fred opened my crate door and I jumped up on the bed. I was so excited I ran around (on the bed) in small circles and kept giving Fred and Barbara great big schloppy licks all over their faces. Which was really fun for me. But after a few minutes, Fred and Barbara started pushing me away. They didn’t push me off the bed, just toward one corner.

About the sixth time Fred hid under the covers to avoid my schloppy licks, I started to get the idea that I was supposed to calm down. So I moved toward the empty corner and got comfortable. I went to sleep for about an hour and a half and then I woke up again and started with the schloppy kisses again.

This was probably a real bad idea. After a few minutes of Fred pushing me toward my corner, I heard him say, “I’m not sure this is working.” That really scared me, so I went back to my corner. After all, no one ever told me how to play this game. What were the rules? I was having to figure it out along the way. But I think I finally got there.

So it turned out to be a great night. I got a good night’s sleep (more or less; I was pretty excited). Fred and Barbara got a good night’s sleep (I think). And, best of all, I’ve gotten to sleep with them the last few nights, and I know I’m a little better about snuggling into my corner.

Until next time,

Callie