The Golden Boy …

TodayKalsang we have an update on Kalsang (now known as “Biscuit”) from his owner, Mary.  Picked up as a stray by the Larimer Humane Society, we were called in when it became obvious the boy needed a major dose of TLC.

“It’s hard to describe the bond between Biscuit and me….we are so in tune with each other. He is the most perfect dog and we couldn’t have a better life. I still think it was a miracle finding him sitting at that booth, after falling in love with him on the internet, thinking he was probably already adopted. I had never been over to the animal house and certainly didn’t know you would be there. It was divine providence and we needed each other so much.

He is spoiled rotten but is still very much the little gentleman. He is doing well physically, thinks he’s a pup, albeit a couch-potato pup, and it’s comical how we communicate. I talk to him like I would anybody and he knows just what I’m telling him. He cocks his head and stares at me and he listens and he just knows. That took a while and I love it! We seniors get along just fine! He is always close to me, even comes down to the basement when I practice clarinet. That’s true love!

I have seen the recent pictures of dogs you have placed in homes and God bless you for your work. These dogs have so much affection and companionship to share and it’s your work and dedication that saves them. Hope you are keeping cool in this humid weather. We are doing as little as possible. Try it, it works. Love and best wishes, Mary”

What a delight to hear that he’s doing so well.  And I’m sure he believes Mary set the moon and stars just for him!  Given his condition when he arrived at the shelter, it was obvious he had long been neglected.  Golden years for the golden boy.

Biscuit is, no doubt, having a better summer than our household.  Still in the midst of the home update, I’ve decided that as long as I have:  a shower, a toilet, and some place to wash my clothes, everything else is just white noise.  Seriously.  As with most major home projects, we’ve had some unexpected issues crop up.  Like a leak in the pipes underneath the sink and going down an exterior wall.  Which means we’re without water in the kitchen or a dishwasher until it’s repaired … sometime next week.  In any event, I’m keeping my sights set on Labor Day to be moved back in.  Or at least moving back in.

The dogs have been troopers throughout the whole ordeal … watching the furniture disappear … seeing all the carpet in the house walk out the door … moving into the unfinished basement … moving into the brother-in-law’s house for eight days while the floors were being sanded/sealed … moving back in.  With still no furniture on the main floor.  Given that both Frankers and Dante are crate trained, they settle in wherever we happen to land, finding “normal” in the familiar.  Having a crate handy — and a dog that willing goes into his crate — is also a boon when it comes to the various workmen traipsing throughout the house.  Keeps the dogs calm (read that “quiet”) and out of the way … definitely appreciated by all involved!

Wildlife … Colorado style!

On the Prowl

One of the joys of living in Colorado is the diversity of wildlife, be it on a mountain or in town.  Just never know what’s going to turn up.  Even birdwatching, we’ll find a surprise in a flash of yellow, blue or orange.  I just watched a Western Tanager visit our fountain, a bright spot on an overcast evening.  Last week, it was a yellow parakeet that caught my eye.  And I’m hoping that someone caught the ‘keet so it could be returned home.

We have a natural area about 10 miles northwest as the crow flies, Bobcat Ridge. The City of Fort Collins has set up a camera project on some of the trails to see what wildlife uses the area.  Some surprises in the photos, even for me living in the West most of my life … Wildlife camera: City of Fort Collins.  Enjoy!!

A Toast …

… to a new star in the heavens tonight.  A beautiful, shining red star.  It is, indeed, fitting that we raise a glass of red wine to honor her memory.  Or, perhaps, to drown our sorrow at her passing.  What she added to our lives cannot be measured except by the heart. 

Fly now, once again whole, to the high and ancient mountains … the ancestral home beckons.
 
Kai-La-Sha Alright Alreddy     11/06/97 – 3/21/11
 
 
 

We’re a Bi-Species …

… household.  Specifically, feline and canine.  I’ve had both dogs and cats in residence for as long as I can remember.  What’s nice about having a cat around is I have an in-resident feline test for the foster dogs as to whether or not they get along with cats.  Always nice to be able to say, “Yes, this dog gets along with cats and dogs.”

Boogins, the current marble-brained feline, was adopted from the Larimer Humane Society at the tender age of eight weeks in 1997.  Raised with my then eight-year old Apso, Brittany, he doesn’t know life without dogs.

If owned by a cat … or simply fascinated by these amazing creatures … one must watch Simon’s Cat.  He’s nailed the feline persona in spades in a series of 12 animated films.  Definitely a must watch!

Simon’s Cat

It’s okay … you don’t have to share!

If your house is anything like mine at the holidays, part of the tradition is having chocolate around … cookies, cakes, candy … chocolate!  Unfortunately, it isn’t a good idea to share that sweet treat with our canine friends, intentional or not.  My first Apso was known to, on the sly, open any package she could get to that contained chocolate.

National Geographic has put together a great interactive presentation to calculate your dog’s weight and how little chocolate it takes to make him or her very ill.  The slide in the presentation allows one to calculate the risk by the dog’s weight.  While I knew chocolate was dangerous, I was surprised at how little it takes to be toxic for a 15-pound dog!

http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2007/10/pets/chocolate-chart-interactive

 

Elvis has left the building …

I was advised yesterday in a Christmas card that Elvis lost his battle with immune mediated hemolytic anemia on November 28th.  Yes, rescue allows me to have all the dogs I ever wanted … they just  go  live with someone else.  Which also means that, eventually, I will lose all of them as well.  While our fosters go on to new lives with new families, they never really leave our thoughts.  They may have been with us for only a short time but the details of their stay are vivid in the mind’s eye. 

Elvis is fondly remembered for his enthusiasm … didn’t matter what was going on, he was a happy, bouncy boy.  He was closely connected, always coming back to check-in with me and offer himself up for a good rub down … then off he’d go.  One of those dogs that exuded joy through his facial expressions.  You just knew he was happy.  He’s also the dog that taught 18-month old Frankers how to hike his leg for every pee stop around the yard.  At that time, I did not know it could be a learned behavior!

Rainbow BridgeHe had the dubious honor of being the first severely matted dog to endure my grooming skills (which wasn’t saying much at that time).  I remember feeling completely overwhelmed and definitely lacking in appropriate grooming equipment.  Of particular note was his patience with me over a 4-hour grooming session.  He could have easily been the “dog from hell”  given his coat condition and his undeniably inexperienced groomer.  Instead, he willing did everything I asked of him, i.e., stand, sit, move this way, etc., etc.

Godspeed, Elvis … I know your family will greatly miss your gentle heart.

Autumn Treats …

I come from a long line of farm women, all who learned to cook for large families at a very young age.  I remember my Mom talking about making bread in large wash tubs as a 12-year old on the Western Slope.  Enough to feed a family of 10 or 11 and any farm or harvest hands that might be there as well.  While I didn’t inherit her knack for working with yeast — my few feeble attempts at yeast bread look like rejects from the brick kiln — I do enjoy my time in the kitchen and have acquired some skills of my own.

Over the years, I’ve managed to collect a rather substantial number of cookbooks, well over 72 at last count, and I especially like the small regional cookbooks produced as fund raisers for various organizations.  I probably have the world’s largest untried recipe collection as well, torn from magazines or downloaded from the ‘Net.  A recent project included indexing and organizing a 3-inch three-ring “D” binder to hold the additional recipes — which also meant throwing out quite a few that didn’t sound as good upon second (or third) reading.  Or contained too many steps/ingredients.  I’m definitely into easy comfort food.

With the return of fall and cooler weather, I am always drawn to a favorite recipe, first shared by an elderly aunt on the Western Slope and who grew up on a farm in The Depression.  Chock full of apples, cinnamon and pecans, the smell of it baking wafts through the house and brings to mind autumn’s bounty and the drop in temperature soon to follow.  It’s also a good way to use up those apples that, unless eaten quickly, will head out to the compost bin.  Which is what happened today with apples soon headed to the compost pile!  I’m trying something different with this recipe.  It bakes up an absolutely fabulous crust so I’m using a Bundt pan to see what results.  Whenever I take this cake somewhere, I’m always asked for the recipe …  German Apple Cake.  It has now become a classic at our house and is often requested at family holiday dinners.

Along the way, I’ve also picked up and developed several dog biscuit recipes.  Not surprisingly, a favorite here is an apple recipe that  is allergy friendly, using oat flour instead of wheat, and safflower oil instead of corn oil.  When I was doing quite a bit of dog cookie baking, the dogs were *very* aware of what was in the oven and eagerly anticipated their special treats.  When the oven beeper would go off, they’d race to the kitchen to see what was coming out for them!  Here’s to sharing the taste of autumn with the four-leggers … Cinnamon Apple Snaps.

P.S.   As a side note, the Bundt pan worked beautifully!  Lots of yummy, crunchy crust with little adjustment … I dropped the temp 25 degrees (to 325) and used the convection option on my oven (ergo the temperature adjustment).

Unsung heros …

… come in many forms.  And our rescue organization couldn’t function as efficiently nor as effectively without their generous help.  This post is to gratefully recognize the contributions of those who make rescue possible in all ways.

Michelle, who adopted Emma and then became a foster home in Northern Colorado.  She is also our Webmistress, taking good care of our website.  We’ll forgive her for moving to Texas.  Sue Seaton in Centennial, covering our home visits in the metro Denver area.   Jackson’s Mom (another of our foster dogs), Linda Gattis, who stepped up and answered a desperate plea to foster an 8-month old puppy (neither house trained or crate trained).  John and Neil who wanted to honor the memory of their Stoli by becoming a foster home.  They’ve worked wonders with their first foster, Bubba, and we’re thankful to have a foster home in the area again.  To those who have opened up your hearts and homes when needed … thank you!

Then there are the folks who have gone above and beyond to get a dog to us … Tom the Trucker, picking Mae-Mae up in Missouri … the wonderful ladies, Linda and Lisa, at C.A.R.E., bringing us Bubba and, just this past Tuesday night, Emmy, from Kansas … Marilyn Whisman from Wichita who cared for and got Emmy to the pick-up place … Pat from Pueblo who made sure little blind Magoo was safe and made his way to Castle Rock for the pick-up … the ladies from Denver who delivered Elvis to us after he’d been wandering a Capitol Hill neighborhood for weeks, a matted mess … Rachel from Sterling who made the trip to Fort Collins with Sterling (hey, it seemed like a good name for a stray!) … Odean, watching over the breed from cyberspace, scouring online shelter listings for Apsos in need and getting the word out to various rescue groups.  Those of you living in the West know that “local” is a relative term.  “Local” meaning 10 miles or 200 miles and it is no small feat to arrange or coordinate some of these transports.  For those who have journeyed on behalf of a dog in need of rescue … thank you!

As a non-profit rescue, we operate solely on adoption fees and donations … funds which are used only for medical treatment on incoming dogs.  To the foster homes who have provided — out of their own pockets — food, toys, treats, bedding, crates and whatever else it takes to successfully integrate a dog into a home … thank you for making sure the needs of your fosters are met in all areas.

Last, but certainly not least, the folks who have so generously made monetary donations or given discounts or goods so we can continue our work … Dr. Sherry, our fabulous vet at NorthShore Animal Hospital … Kathy, who knows our heart, sending donations and words of encouragement … Michelle’s Mom and Uncle Skip, watching our work from Pennsylvania … Trudi, who remembers us on Ka Tu’s “Gotcha” anniversary date … Connie Spears … Vickie Gallagher … our friends at Schering-Plough who donated the folders we use for our adoption packets … Jan Bloomenrader (who also adopted Kersey) and Judy Wendt (who adopted Magoo).  Thank you for remembering this ancient breed in your charitable giving.

Look in the mirror folks and gazing back you’ll see the face of rescue in each and every one of you … thank you!

In closing, this post would not be complete without a humble thank you to the “DogDaddy” … my husband, Alan.  It is with his assistance and blessing that we’ve been able to care for the many fosters over the past decade — and we simply couldn’t do it as well without him.  He’s the self-appointed poop picker … rides along with us on dog runs … cleans up messes — and messy bottoms … scootches over in the recliner, making room for yet another dog … and no longer rolls his eyes when I tell him we have another foster coming in.

Fresh from the garden …

While this has absolutely nothing to do with Apsos — unless one counts the fact there is always one (or three) underfoot when cooking in the kitchen, making a four-legged furry obstacle course — I thought I’d share a favorite recipe.

We have a small garden by most standards with carefully selected invitees … ‘maters, ‘taters, cukes and basil.  I would also plant dill for the caterpillars and to harvest as an herb.  However, one year’s crop ended up going to seed and hubby has banned me from planting it … probably because he was finding the stuff coming up all over in the landscaping for several years thereafter.  Hmmph.

This year we also have an abundant crop of moss roses planted hither and yon in the garden, the result of buying too many four-packs for the large  pots we fill with annuals.  If one looks closely enough, there are also the damned chokecherry seedlings that come up from the trees in the yard behind us.  Generally they pull up fairly easily unless it’s one that has suckered, which means it is almost impossible to remove short of using Round-Up.  Since we don’t use poisons in the garden, it is a never-ending battle.

While retrieving an errantly-thrown dog frisbee last evening, it came to my attention that we’d have fresh cukes off the vine today.  Ergo the recipe …

Creamy Cucumbers

Enjoy … as will I since they’re bathed in the creamy sauce at this very moment and Hubby is a straight-up vinegar guy!  The pupsters will get a bit of leftover steamed broccoli with their dinners tonight — consumed with gusto!

I Follow the Lhasa Road …

This hauntingly beautiful reflection was sent to me by a very dear friend who is a talented writer and an Apso owner.  She has graciously allowed me to share the following with our readers …

Please note both the photo and the sentiment are under copyright and your respect of same is appreciated.

Tales from the camp side …

Water dawg

Ahhhh, summertime and the camp sites are calling!  We returned home Sunday evening from a four-day camping trip which included two days on the river in a canoe.  This year’s trip was taken with my adult niece and her family, as well as one of Alan’s co-worker’s and his family for a total of six adults, four children and one dog … Dante.  Our outdoor activities generally include the dogs whether it be camping, hiking, bicycling or canoeing (where *everyone* wears a life jacket).

So we’re sitting fireside the third morning in north central Nebraska on the Niobrara River at Smith Falls State Park.  So “north” that we’re literally ten miles from the South Dakota border.  The river is the highest it’s been in years due to recent rains … rains that have caused lush growth in this already verdant river valley.  Having lived in Texas for 10+ years, I’m phobic about fleas, ticks and chiggers.  Dante was dosed with Frontline days before we left town and there are at least three cans of bug spray along.

It’s a cold morning and all the adults are up, imbibing on the first pot of French-pressed coffee.  Dante is fussing in his ex-pen so “Dad” decides he needs a lap to sit on. A warm lap.  A warm lap and a belly rub … what more could a dog ask for on a cold morning??  Ever aware that we’re in tick country, Alan starts checking Dante for bugs as he’s belly up.  The ensuing conversation …

Alan:  Honey, I think you’d better come check this out.

Adult Niece:  :::walking over:::   What’s that?

Alan:   I think he’s got ticks!

Niece:   His belly is covered in them!

Alan:   How are we going to remove them?

Me  ::::walking up for belly inspection::::    We’re not going to remove them …

Alan (indignantly):   Well, you can’t just leave them on him!!

Me:   Ummm, yes I can … those are his nipples!!!  And he’s got eight of them, by the way.       :::::dissolving into laughter:::::

That’s what I get for taking cat people camping in bug country …

A Trip to …

… the side of a mountain. A mountain in Bhutan, to be exact, and a Tibetan monastery perched on the side of that mountain …

Taktsang in Bhutan

Makes an awesome desktop photo!

A little history:  Taktsang Dzong or Paro Taktsang (spa phro stag tshang / spa gro stag tshang), also known as Taktsang Monastery or the The Tiger’s Nest, is a prominent Tibetan Buddhist monastery of the Nyingma (Red Hat Sect), located in the cliffside of the upper Paro valley, Bhutan. It was built in 1692, around the Taktsang Senge Samdup (stag tshang seng ge bsam grub) cave where Guru Padmasambhava is said to have meditated for three months in the 8th century.

It is no wonder that the Apso is a “sturdy little mountain dog!”

Evanescent …

For some reason my custom screensaver works or doesn’t, depending on the day (or the phase of the moon or whatever, who knows!).  Most of the time it doesn’t and I give little thought to the photos, graphics and artwork that I’ve dumped in that particular file over the years.  Every now and again, it catches me by surprise … and pops up out of the hinterlands with a forgotten image.  Like tonight.   Which managed to bring a tear, unbidden and unwelcome. 

The photo is of my first Apso, Brittany and our current resident marble-brained feline, Boogins.  Bless her pointy little head, Brittany took this spastic, out-of-control, almost-feral kitten and taught him how to be a good dog … for a cat, that is.  Her lessons have served him well as he’s educated every foster in the interim on how to live with a cat.  Still don’t know how I managed to get this photo of the two of them as Boogins was akin to a fart in a whirlwind most moments, rarely still unless it was to eat or sleep.

We lost Brittany in 1999 to IMHA — immune mediated hemolytic anemia — just months shy of 14-years old.   Boogins, now at 13, is beginning to show his age with the thinning of body fat and hair.  His vocalizations are beginning to “thin” as well, becoming more of a squeak instead of the full-bodied meow so familiar.  Ever aware that I have four senior animals in the house, the next four to five years will be difficult at best.  Living in the moment,  I’m able to sweep that ache to a corner where it can reside quietly, all too mindful of the transient nature of their being.  Yet, at odd times … I’m reminded of just how deeply my old friends are missed.  Evanescent spirits just out of touch, but ever present.

New family photos …

Literally a decade ago, I started taking photos of the foster dogs as they left my care and their new families … a visual reminder of the little ones, each with their own special story.  To that end …

 Dawa & Family

 

Wishing everyone “Lhasa” happy and healthy years together!

Ready and Waiting …

This piece, authored by Karen Filippi of Somerset Cairns, Tunkhannock, PA, speaks to each of us who have watched the years tick off with a beloved companion (reprinted with permission, as appearing  in the November 2008 AKC Gazette).

The AKC Gazette … the Official Journal of the Sport of Purebred Dogs Since 1889,  is available as a paper subscription or through a free online digital edition.  The Gazette is a treasure trove of information on the individual breeds which make up each “group” of dogs as well as being of interest in general to those sharing their heart and home with the canine species.

Ready and Waiting …

Summer, this year, seemed to come and go with my barely marking the days or weeks.  Instead, it’s the months that have become the season’s mile-marker, and the year the milestone of time’s passage.  This is, I think, also the measure of my progress through the seasons of my own life.  And so, with summer gone and year’s end approaching, I find myself facing the prospect of other passings, other endings.  Somehow, without my really noticing, two of my Cairns have grown quite old.

True to their reputation, Cairn Terriers are hardy, active dogs with relative few genetic health issues.  Should they fall ill or be injured, they will often suffer in silence.  This is another facet of the native courage that sends them headlong and heart-first into dark, narrow holes in the ground, seeking fierce quarry armed with tooth and claw.

The lifespan of a Cairn Terrier can, and more often does, exceed 15, 16, 17 years  and more.  Measured against human years, it is not very long.  Yet it is long enough to encompass a childhood, a marriage, to span one or more of the significant passages that mark our own lives.

Time passes, and, as it is the nature of things, the irresistable puppy become the irrepressible adolescent.  The adolescent becomes the mature, comfortable companion and faithful friend who, suddenly, a senior, slows but remains steadfast.  And then …

How to consider, cope with, the prospect of such a loss?

It is a testament to the lives of these incredible creatures that their passing has such a profound effect that we are compelled to search for ways to express our grief and afford it the dignity it is due.  While convention may still deny dogs a soul, for many the idea of the “Rainbow Bridge” speaks to our need to have them wait for us, somewhere, safe from harm.  In so many canine lives, there are too few such places; it seems fitting there should be such a place afterward.  Who can know?

What we can know, beyond doubt and, even absent faith, it the value of what they give to us.  We are, quite literally, their individual gods and they love us without condition or judgment.  They remind us to accept the world as it comes each day, to meet each moment with anticipation and awe.  To hear the poetry in our shared silences and the harmony in our different songs.  To fling our heart ahead in the sheer joy of living, and to run, full-out and free, to catch it up … again, and again.

When, all too soon, it is time for them to go, our memories of them will hold all this and keep it safe, ready and waiting, against the time when it will be our turn to follow.  … For Tinker and Indi, in their twilight.

An interesting take …

… on what motivates one to obtain a particular breed of dog … or a cat or fish!  Can’t say that I agree totally with the personality hypothesis regarding the Apso, however.  Now the cat — totally my husband  lol.  

So, why do you own an Apso?  What was it that drew you to the breed?

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Why we choose one animal as a companion over another is an indicator of our personalities. Dr Onkar Pawaskar tells you what your pet says about you. (Dr Onkar Pawaskar is a veterinarian and practises out of Pet’s Clinic at Thane … from the AhmedabadMirror.com)

Dog Knows …  

Some people swear by dogs; others stand by cats. Then there are those who find love with a goldfish. The animal we choose to domesticate, even the breed, is an indicator of our personality. Dogs are probably the best mirrors to their owners, mainly because over time, their personality rubs off on the dog. So if you see an aggressive driver on the road, take the ‘Beware of dog’ sign on his door seriously. Also, it would pay to be a responsible for your pet’s appearance and behaviour — that reflects upon you too. This is what the most popular breeds indicate.

Labrador retrievers:  The Lab is an amiable, playful dog who does not have aggression or guarding qualities. A person who chooses to adopt this kind of retriever is most likely to be easy-going and with no wish to portray or project anything. Labs are generally a sign of self-assured people.

Pekingese:  Not very popular as a pet, the Penkingese is for divas who want a dog that’s a mix of good looks and smart behaviour. Ever seen a Pekinese walk? Head held high and beaming confidence, least bothered by its size… matching those who have a high degree of self-respect. Since it’s not hyperactive makes it easy to handle (albeit with care).

Lhasa Apsos:  This dog is a complete show-off, just like its master. Adopting a Lhasa Apso is akin to using a luxury brand to project a personal image or prestige. A well-groomed Lhasa shows the owner’s attention to details and pride in appearance. Good looks are very important to such a person.

Pugs:  Pugs are a favourite among those who aspire to be different. These dogs aren’t cute or appealing, nor are they built big. Yet they project tightly packed fierceness that resonates with people who have an underlying sense of unrealised potential and are willing to prove themselves if called upon.

Stray dogs:  You are dealing with a rebel here. Instead of going for a specific breed, the owner is adventurous and compassionate to give a stray dog a home. Far from materialistic, the person knows the distinction between love and worldly pursuits.

German Shepherds:  These dogs are fiercely loyal, intelligent, approachable yet aloof. People with German Shepherd place high value on loyalty and are, to some extent, possessive. The dog’s assertive personality shows disapproval for unnecessary aggression, but capability to protect oneself and one’s family.

Fish:   A dog requires a whole-hearted commitment, almost like a child. However for those who want animal company but not the responsibility, fish are the best alternative. You need to feed them only twice a day and clean the tank once a week — no grooming, no training and no walking. Fish people are extremely conscious of their sense of space. Even their interaction with their pet is largely decided by what, when and how much they wish to communicate; they don’t like being impinged upon. Always, it’s the human who goes to the pet, not the other way around.

Cat:   Cats are non-aggressive, lazy, non-demanding, self-indulgent, independent, intelligent and most importantly, indoor pets. They walk and groom themselves and don’t demand excessive attention or affection. Cat people, especially those who prefer Persian or Siamese breeds, love luxury, independence and have no patience for the involvement expected by dogs.

To Crate …

… or not to crate, that is the question!  And one frequently discussed when it comes to housetraining issues or adding a new dog to a household.  Many folks view them as “cruel” but — when used properly — they can be your best friend’s best friend.  Seriously. 

Dogs are hardwired with an instinct to “den.”  In the wild, a den (often dug underground) is a safe place … one used for sleeping, raising their young, and protection.  That instinct can be shaped to an owner’s benefit and, at the same time, provide the dog with an area they can call their own.

The canine is an innately clean creature and will generally avoid soiling in the place where it sleeps.  A crate, used in conjunction with a consistent housetraining program, teaches the young dog — or an adult — what is and what isn’t appropriate toileting.  Use of a crate also allows the owner to monitor the dog’s progress more closely and make adjustments accordingly. 

Another aspect of crate training that is often overlooked is the safe haven it provides for the dog.  They view it as their own personal den — a safe place — where they can go to nap or remove themselves from situations which make them uncomfortable such as a very active house, holiday gatherings, small children, thunderstorms, etc.  A crate-trained dog also undergoes less stress at the vet’s office or the groomer.  What’s the first thing the vet or groomer does when you leave your dog there … put them in a crate!  A dog comfortable with a crate will usually settle down quickly.  One that’s not familiar with a crate undergoes a much higher level of stress and anxiety in an already stressful situation. 

Nap time!

A crate-trained dog is easier to travel with as well as being safer in a vehicle.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard stories recounted of a person traveling with dogs loose in the vehicle.  An accident occurs and the dogs are: (1) killed outright from being thrown around the vehicle or ejected from the vehicle; (2) they get loose and run off, never to be seen again, or (3) shot by the highway patrol because they’ve become a danger to other traffic on the roadway when they can’t be caught.  My dogs settle down and sleep in their crates when traveling, making me a better driver as I’m not distracted by them.  Once you arrive at your destination, a crate can be used to keep them comfortable in the hotel room … their home away from home, if you will.

I didn’t use to believe in crates.  Indeed, my first Apso never saw the inside of one and slept with me nightly.  It wasn’t until she was gone that I realized how disrupted my sleep was — I no longer woke up many times during the night to see where she was before turning over or moving in bed.  Ali arrived as a crate-trained adult with the instructions to give crating a try.  Okay, easy enough to set up a crate (or three) in our bedroom.  We’ve never looked back and all dogs, whether mine or a foster, are crate trained.  Indeed, my dogs will put themselves to bed (crate) at night on their own and I often find them napping in them during the day.  Nor is it unusual to find the resident feline curled up in a crate, sleeping.  Ali has a “nite-nite” routine … she’ll run around the house looking for just the “right” toy.  Once found, she comes to the doorway of the front room and stands there, looking at us with the toy in her mouth.  We’ll wave and say “nite-nite” and off to crate she goes, putting herself to bed.

The other night, after staying up late and watching a movie, I was closing crate doors and neglected to shut Franker’s door.  The only reason I know that is because finally, at around 6:00 a.m., he jumped up on the foot of the bed and snuggled in.  His choice was to sleep in his crate rather than our bed the majority of the night.  Ali flat refuses to sleep on our bed despite coaxing on our part.  The lights go out and she’s off the bed, headed for her crate.  That’s her bed … no bones about it!   If the boys get too rambunctious in their play, she goes to her crate removing herself from the chaos.

I also crate my dogs when I’m not at home for longer than an hour or two.  I don’t have to worry if Ali is eating something inappropriate … the boys haven’t injured themselves or broke something with their boisterous wrestling … and the foster dog hasn’t toileted inappropriately.

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And speaking rides, tomorrow would be a good day to head to Denver for the dog show.  If you’ve never been to a dog show in Colorado, this is definitely the one to see!  Spread over four days, four floors and two buildings, you can find everything at this show … agility, rally, obedience and vendors galore.