Monday, September 01, 2014

Monday Mischief

While looking some photos yesterday, I realized that I never did share these photos.

Once again, the determination and mischief seeking Brook was left alone for a few minutes. Upon my return, this is what I saw. 

When I loudly asked, "BROOK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"   This is the reaction I got -

I couldn't help but laugh as I was sure she thinking, "Uh-oh. The Mom is back."

I am still not sure how she managed to get up on there. Nothing was damaged and no harm done. Interesting to note that there was nothing edible other than the bread on the upper shelf.

Just a reminder to never, ever underestimate the determination of a blind and partly deaf Australian Cattle Dog named Brook!

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Scary beach?

A couple of days ago, Bill and Hiker went to the beach.  It wasn't too busy, the sun was shining and the tide was out.

Within a minute of our feet touching the sand, three young children came towards us and one little girl asked, "Can we please pet your dogs?" (A thank you to all who teach their children to ask first!) With permission granted, Bill and Hiker enjoyed the attention then we walked on.  A couple of minutes later, one of the little girls ran up and asked, "Can I walk your blind dog?" Now, with Hiker, there really isn't anything required but the little girl was quite pleased to be walking the blind dog.

After the girl left us to our adventure, Bill found his very own island.

 Then Hiker found a jelly fish. 

They had great fun running in the water and exploring.

On the way back to the car, Hiker suddenly decided that there was too much going on.  She began to shy away from seaweed on the sand, then away from the waves coming in. Then there were smells in the sand that seemed to startle her.  

It got to the point where Hiker refused to walk. No amount of verbal encouragement, no amount of pats on the shoulder (our usual methods to get through "scary places") would work.  What to do with a 30 pound blind dog that refuses to walk? Yes, I picked her up, wet and covered in sand and carried her to the car. 

We will go the beach again and if required, Hiker will be carried past the "scary" parts.  

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Molly update

Our black lab Molly who is guest/foster/boarder...not sure what to category she falls in!  For now, we'll just consider her a foster.  

Molly came to us about three weeks ago and has calmed down considerably. Thank goodness for that! She was beyond hyper when she arrived and didn't respond to anything, not even her name.  There is still a lot of work to be done but the potential is there. 

For the first couple of weeks, Molly wasn't expected to do much except settle in and observe. She was initially hand shy, in a manner that made me think that she had been pushed away frequently. As she observed the pack receiving many pats, cuddles and hugs, her habit of shying away disappeared.  Molly will now do what the rest of the pack does and rest her head on a lap and lean in for some attention.

Molly now easily goes into her crate and will sit quietly while meals are being served, she has figured out the "sit" command to get a half of an unsalted soda cracker with peanut butter and is learning "drop it".  The appeal of items of clothing is very strong.  So far only one casualty - a sock with a hole chewed in it. She is fast!

The chuck-it ball is still a favourite but is now being left more often for a Kong or a Nylabone. She loves to chew both and is more settled and therefore chewing more and not running around almost continuously. 

Molly and Chuck
The wild and rambunctious wrestling sessions with Trail continue and often times, Brook will try and join in. Brook gets knocked around a bit since she is so much smaller and blind and partly deaf but she stays with it true to her tough Australian Cattle Dog breed.

We are seeing more of these relaxed times.

Bill, Molly and Trail
I've only had contact with Molly's former owner once she moved into our home.  I doubt that I will see him again and the plan continues to be for Molly to be re-homed, likely in the spring.  She is a wonderful dog and as I said before, it isn't that we don't want her, she isn't what we want. If we are to add another dog to the pack, it will be a special needs. For now, we are very happy to have Molly with us.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Trail's day

A couple of days ago, it was all about Trail. Almost the entire day.  We started out with a visit to the vet to have his right knee and weight checked. Trail is down four pounds to a nice 50.8 pounds. 

Trail's back legs tend to be very straight and he walks and runs slightly stiff-legged. We've had him to the vet previously for a check but he has developed a slight limp so we wanted that checked. It is not something that photographs well, but take a look.

For comparison, here are Bill's back legs.

Trail will have some x-rays taken this fall to see what is going on with his legs and to also have a starting point in case anything develops further.  In case you are wondering, yes, this was something that the rescue and his foster Mom told me about prior to adoption.

After our vet visit, we ventured to the city. (For you trivia buffs: the only city here on the island has a population of just over 34,500.)  Once there, we headed to the waterfront and checked out the latest cruise ship arrival.

Then wandered around the yacht club to see how other people travel.

We just had to get a picture with the cow in front of the Cows Ice Cream shop. 

They claim it is the best ice cream on the island (locally made) and the other side of the building claims the best in Canada. It is yummy but we didn't get any this time.

While we were wandering, I was surprised at the number of people who stopped to comment on and pet Trail. We even had some city workers stop their truck and ask about him. Everyone said variations of the same thing - he's such a handsome boy!  Of course Trail was his usual charming self and loved the attention.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

A Big Step

Have you ever taken a photograph and found it too funny to not share?  One of those that you just have to show somebody?

I know some people think it probably isn't nice to laugh at a little blind and partly deaf dog happens. You have to. Our vet suggested it when Hiker was adopted. "If you don't laugh you'll feel sorry for her and she won't do anything. As long as she is no danger, find the humor and treat her as a normal dog."  That is how both Brook and Hiker have been treated and as you know, they do almost everything a "normal" and sighted dog does.

The look on (blind and partly deaf) Brook's face as she contemplates heading outside from the barn is too funny to not share.  In fairness to her, it IS a big step. One which she can easily navigate.