Bella and Bruno -- Smackdown on the Sofa!

Bruno

Bruno is a 9-month old Boston Terrier I recently picked up. He lives across the street from Bella, so she's helping to teach him about the world (may whatever gods that be take heed!). But his owners have done a fantastic job on their own, and, in all seriousness, Bella's not such a bad big sister at all.

The two dogs play together fantastically (pictures to follow) and unlike with bigger dogs, Bella actually displays a fair amount of courtesy in dealing with Bruno. (She's about twice as big as him right now!)

Bruno is already nearly completely house-trained and has great leash behavior. In fact the only real issue I see with him is with his confidence outdoors; he can be a bit afraid of the world. I expect this to clear up pretty quickly though, in fact it's a mystery to me why every dog I spend time with builds their confidence quickly and regularly - even Bella the terrorizer was a bit scared at first. Unlike say, checking aggression (as with Igwe), or preventing scrounging (see Maggie) I have no idea how to do it. My best guess is simply that I like my dogs so much that I project it, and they absorb my own confidence in them.

PS: Bruno's owners have their own (very useful!) blog: Slices of the City

Igwe

Igwe (pronounced "Eeg-way") is a rescued dog from the mean streets of Los Angeles. The scars above his left eye are from fights his first owner entered him into against other dogs, but fortunately those days are long behind him.

From day one, Igwe had an intense desire to please me and his other human handlers; as you can see in the photos his ears are always back when he's being addressed and he displays other signs of submission. But he'd had it ingrained into his training that one way to make his people happy was to attack other dogs and animals. In addition it seems that it's hard wired into his nature that smaller animals (cats, squirrels, etc) are prey. But the canine aggression was actually pretty easy to correct once I realized it's motivation.

For the first few months when we'd see another dog I'd shorten the leash and make him walk past calmly, speaking to him the whole way. If he lunged I'd raise him up and clamp his jaws shut, and he quickly learned that this was not the way to make me happy. When he was able to successfully walk past another dog without making a move I'd reward him by playing with him with a stick or by running, and thus he began to associate other dogs with play. He occasionally will play submissively with another dog these days (usually a calmer, predictable one), but he remains a people dog at heart and still prefers to interact with me.

In fact, Igwe is so much of a people's dog that another facet of his early training with me focused on curtailing this part of his personality. He doesn't realize that he can project quite the fearsome aura to someone who's afraid of dogs, and in his Bed-Stuy neighborhood there's a lot of that going around. Many times people would stare at him out of just such fear, and he would take it as an invitation to try to sidle up to the person for some lovin'. Suffice it to say this never went over well, and it doesn't work to explain in such a situation that he doesn't bite; what we'd get back was almost always a variation of "He's got teeth, don't he?".

But his behavior really evened out over a pretty short period of time, and his reactions to the two situations became pretty similar - he'd wait for permission from me. In the case of animals he waits for permission to play, and in the case of people he waits for permission to approach. If he doesn't get it, he's still just as happy.

And Igwe really is one happy dog! As with many dogs with traumatic early lives who find themselves in a much better situation, he really loves his people and demonstrates it constantly. He had a great deal of separation anxiety at first, when his owner would leave for work or after I'd walk him in the afternoon. But this was also dealt with, by not treating leaving him as a big deal and by getting him used to a routine so he'd know what to expect.

However it is possible that Igwe's situation may change soon, and you, gentle reader, may be asked to get involved in some way. I'll let you know when, and if, I know more.

Riko and Ralph

Riko and Ralph are a mother and son duo from Seattle whose up and down story is as punk rock as their city of origin.

Their owners (and life partners) found Riko running around their neighborhood about a dozen years ago, when she was 2 or 3 years old. So they did the responsible thing and took her in and cared for her while making every possible effort to locate her owner, including fliering the entire neighborhood. All to no initial avail, until one day she was being walked, and this guy nearly accosts her biped, "What are you doing, that's my dog!"

Being a gentleman, my client explained to Riko's very high strung (former) owner that he'd been trying to find him for a while, and was glad he had finally done so. The man in question simply replied with a grunt, "Well I have her son too, at home. Ya want him?"

And everyone did live happily ever after, after a fashion; but as with most rescued dogs it wasn't exactly as simple as all of that. The dogs had never been properly socialized, and they have the explorative, athletic and workaholic drives common to many terrier breeds. In spades. They quickly developed an attachment to their new family (also common among rescued dogs), and a related hostility to other dogs (who might be a threat to mom and dad after all. you never know!). And although they improved psychologically, Ralph (to the right in the photo above) never completely got over his nervous jitters and Riko (on the left) never fully lost her urge to roam.

But these were only minor bumps on the road to recovery, and manageable. They remained very engaged, animated and happy; and very, very active well into their senior years. I started walking them when the whole pack (mom and dad, and, well, mom and son) moved to Brooklyn 3 years ago, and that was how I found them. (Riko had already started to develop some minor arthritis even then, but hell, she still did handstands on her front paws when she marked her territory!)

Then a bit less than 2 years ago, over the space of a few weeks, Riko went blind. After much testing the cause was determined to be a rare disease called sudden acquired retinal degeneration, or SARD, about which little is known. The disease is accompanied by a reduction in activity, and this in turn led to more painful arthritis. But she was still a very happy dog, and if anything she got even more affectionate. She even started playing and wagging her tail with other dogs!

A few months after Riko went totally blind, she started acting almost as if she could see again for a few weeks. She was avoiding obstacles (even those that were not part of our routine) and walking with much more confidence. To this day, nobody understands what that was about, and after what was maybe her last glimpse of sunlight she receded again into darkness.

Ralph's story isn't quite so extreme as that but, at 13 years old, he's not exactly on autopilot either. He's still very energetic, and the same dog as always, but he has some arthritis as well and recently had surgery for mouth cancer.

On the bright side (no pun intended), they do now have a live at home butler (i.e. their owner!), who has recently started his own business out of his home, so the love and affection (and the glucosamine/chondroitin) they need is never out of reach! I don't give them regular walks anymore, but work is easy to find and I'm much happier that they're getting what they really need. But I do fill the role of butler when their owners go away, and I'm going to be delighted to spend some time with them soon!

M'aidez!

I hope you all had a wonderful May Day, International Labor Day, or Loyalty Day, or whatever you choose to celebrate today. I certainly did!

First, I happened upon evidence that Manhattan's loss, and the City Council's inanity, is Brooklyn's gain. Due to the new pedicab restrictions, many of the erstwhile giant trikes are on the market. Eddie(below), in true Brooklyn fashion does not stop to ask permission before doing something useful and sensible. I ran into him getting this pedicab into shape on Prospect Pl., and he was good enough to sit for a picture. Soon enough you'll find him prowling 7th Avenue and other hot spots in and around the Slope. Make sure to flag him down for a fun and emission-free ride!



Rounding the corner I saw an interesting looking pile of offal, within which I dug up this historical relic.


And here, because it's May Day, are three red tee shirts:

This one has been worn in demonstrations from 1982's Central Park No Nukes protest/concert (by me own sweet mum that time, and at the largest gathering in NYC history), to New York's streets during the 2004 Republican National Convention, and beyond.


And this I got for my service in the nineties in the only union of political fundraisers in the world, in Boston. (Don't worry, those days are long over -- I have no interest in hitting you up for Hillary, or anyone else!)


And this I found on the street the other day. It relates directly to today's nationwide immigrant protests.


Also, since this is a blog about dogs, here's a picture of Kenny, Moby, and Joya at the ends of their tethers, as I fear we shall all be soon.

Always on call...

and very glad for it to be so...especially today, since Kenny and Joya's apartment was visited by the exterminator! I got them out of the house pronto and we had a great time going for a stroll through the Slope for a couple hours. I found a flatware tray I've needed for a while along with a few kitschy old horror movies, and the spring weather was invigorating, body and soul. The dogs really enjoyed the beautiful weather too; they took full advantage and did tons of socialization. They were both really happy to be out of the house, and enthusiastic to return to a familiar place no longer in flux.

I won't say going sometimes a month between days off isn't tough, but I should get one tomorrow and, on the whole it balances out. I'm fortunate enough to be supported by doing what I love, even with enough time to maintain a blog on the side. And after all, I can always catch Wait Wait, Don't Tell Me tomorrow!


Here they are afterwords, all pooped out in their moth-free home.

One of the last of a breed

I'm a sucker for a real-life anachronism

Bella and Max, a rematch

Claiming the Ball

Keep-away from Max

After a bath, subdued

Later, not so much

Nothing beats relaxing with a bone after an active day!

One day, child, all this will be yours

He's Ba-ack!

Stanley had his first walk in tandem since his surgery, yesterday. As usual, he was all about the lovin'!