Every puppy is unique

Zena is ever so cute, but she is eternally being compared to Zed. I call her Zed sometimes. I remind myself all of the time that I am comparing her to a 13 year old dog, one that had adapted to us and we had adapted to him. Zena is so different. She is afraid of a lot of things. Trucks, lawnmowers, shadows, thunder and lighten and FIREWORKS. It is going to be a long weekend. She has spidey ears and can hear booms in another county sending her skittering back up the porch stairs. Then we have neighborhood fireworks - illegal - and random. They don't stop at 9:30 they just go off randomnly. She is terrified and trembling and wants to climb in our skin. She hates riding in cars so no seven hour drive up to the mountains, and in truth If there is a thunderstorm it is far worse in the mountains.

And I need an attitude adjustment. For six months I have railed against her insistence on getting up at 5am, maybe 5:15 on a good day. And I resent it and am angry. She poops on schedule at 5:25pm which means I need to leave work at 4:45 promptly. In truth I could go to sleep at 10, get up at 5 and easily leave work at 4:30. I took a no stress, buck does not stop with me job that pays less than half of what I used to make so I could do those things. I made the decision to get a new puppy, and I made the decision to go back to work, so I need to put on my big girl panties and adjustment my attitude. Getting up at 5:15 lets me have time to have a shower and breakfast and get to the office by 7:50 which lets me leave at 4:30. So how do I do this? I love sleeping, I love my bed. How can I learn to love starting to go to bed at 9:30, not playing games on my iPad?

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Summer reading

My whole schedule of reading and listening to books is off kilter. No more long drives anywhere. The last one was to my high school reunion when I listened to Memory Man. I like Baldacci and this is a new character and theme, I hope he continues to grow these characters. Last year when I was back and forth to Baltimore in the Spring I listened to The Invention of Wings. Not an easy book to read or listen to. It is written by the same woman who wrote The History of Bees. The problem with listening to a book when you get to a painful part it is hard to speed read through it, and sometimes it sneaks up on you, or the reader is so engrossing you are in the middle and don't know how to skip ahead. But I would read it again it is set in Charleston and is reasonably accurate - the author has notes on her research. In light of the recent tragedy it is an important read for historical context. The Husband's Secret is a good summer book. The Girl on the Train is Gone Girl with British accent. I recommend doing the audio book, hearing the words spoken correctly makes it much more interesting. The Silent Sister is gently introspective and well worth your time. If you are feeling that you need some more Southern subtext definetly read The Quiet Game. Good mystery, almost shades of South of Broad. Any recommendations for me?

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Elephants

Not a subject I frequently thought about until I read (listened to) Leaving Time. It was about lots of things like love and determination and lying and all the regular things but mostly it was about elephants. Now every time elephants are in the news I am reading the item as if I am an expert nodding my opinions. In the Sunday times there is an article about the Bronx Zoo and an elephant who is alone and lonely. There is lots of background that I feel as if I totally understand and can even offer an opinion. At one point the article comes to the question of a private sanctuary and rightly the zoo keeper opines that sanctuaries are usually run by well meaning people who love elephants but that they do not have a secure funding source like the zoo and they are not certified. Leaving Time is a lovely book, I am not sure what it is like to read but the audible book is read by Rebecca Lowman who does a wonderful job. It should be on everyone's summer list of books to listen to. It is a conundrum what to do for the Bronx Zoo. This single aging female has no family, she isn't one of the wise ones of the herd to be respected. She is isolated and has no skills of joining a herd or mothering. She is destined to live out her life alone. There is much to be learned from the elephants about family and aging and love. I think I'll listen to the book again.

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I am hooked

Last year we upgraded the garage door and added a new closer that kicked in after 5 minutes if I forgot to close it (not unheard of) and wifi to check if it was closed and even open and close it remotely. It was great. No more worry that after walking the pooch I went to bed and forgot to close the garage door. Next came the thermostats. Very cool. I could program them remotely and set up the weeks schedule. The thought had been to conserve power when we were away and then cool or heat when we were on the way home. Great idea but we stopped traveling for work but it was still nice to make the changes when the weather was erratic. Then I went back to work. Zena will go to day care MWF and have a dog sitter TT. Friends had complained that sometimes dog sitters said they came but didn't, and if Miss Zena was in distress I wanted to know so a friend could come to the rescue. Enter the Canary. Very low tech, no zoom or rotating eyeball so my field of vision is limited but I have eyes on her favorite perch and play area. We added a Bluetooth front door lock and now I have alerts from four sources on my phone. I can see an integrated system in my future. Doggy TV is addicting and I want more.

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Dinner converation

Once a month I get together with several women from the neighborhood for dinner.  We choose a different restaurant every month - with several repeats as favorites.  It is an eclectic group that started with a small core of women who knew each other and expanded by word of mouth to a group that includes about 20 names.  The size of the group varies depending on other activities but there is a small core of about 8 of us who are usually there.  Many of us only see each other once a month, but occasionally someone makes a suggestion for a road trip or event and sends out an invitation.

I love these dinners.  The group has no real reason for being, we come from different backgrounds, some of us are retired, others working, but it isn't a Golf Wives group, or work group.  So what is my gripe?  The flip side of only knowing each other casually, we don't really know each other's religion unless someone mentions something in passing, like my talking about my first experience actually cooking a brisket for "EastOver", and that was really about food and my lack of experience with both pressure cookers and brisket.  And we don't know each other political opinions.  Well that isn't quite true,  I know many people's political opinions and I choose not to debate them.  For some reason there is a strain of Republican's that doesn't just support the Republican platform but feel it is perfectly ok to denounce the President with a vitriol  unlike I have ever heard before.  It isn't even about policy usually it is about traffic being backed up today because the President flew out at 4:30 pm that some how translates into comments way beyond the issue.  I felt like saying try living or working in DC and having roads/sidewalks closed without notice while a motorcade with someone important passes through.  You may not have voted for the current President, you may not like the party positions, you may not like the economy, the weather, poverty, uncomfortable conversations on poverty, wages, freedom of religion and what that means, but they are conversations about policy and  it would be wonderful if we could actually talk about the issues without immediately launching into charges that obviously someone who was brought up a secret Muslim is trying to ruin our country.  The level of absolute stupidity has risen to a level that is exhausting.

Let's talk about my conspiracy theories on "think tanks" that are writing legislation for Republican held states and localities that has become a cut and paste policy to be put forward without question.  A city in our state may have been too balanced in the last election, so at the State level let's introduce legislation to redraw the districts and reduce the number of council members - no local input required.  It is "good" policy to over rule the Agriculture Commissioner who prohibited weapons at the State Fair,  No need in our State to focus on crumbling infrastructure, some of the lowest paid teachers in the Nation, let's introduce legislation that will allow you to pass on the double yellow line if the vehicle in front of you is going to slow.

I don't want to listen to the hate propaganda from either party, it is exhausting.  There are no issues that are being debated from any point of logic.  We now have people in high office that deny that there might be something going on in the environment that deserves actual scientific thought, there is still debate going on about creationism vs evolution, elected state officials feel that they with their advanced degrees in something should have the right to rewrite the history taught in school.  I am sad.  We have become a nation of hate, of absolutes -- you must absolutely buy into one agenda or the other - no questions asked.  I wish more people had actually taken history classes and maybe a small dose of civics.

The Sunday dinner table and other myths

I grew up in the era of Ozzie and Harriet. It was one of the TV shows that we watched, and of course I fell in love with David and the Ricky. But it always seemed like TV not real. It wasn't my family reality. So the question is have I continually battled with trying to achieve that TV wonderfulness and sadness with missing the mark. Do I want to have Sunday dinner with the Commissioner? I do notice that the men at the end of the table are always right and there no women who are their peers. My family reality is we have a great blended family with seven children in 6 cities spread from California to England. They all have families, with children and jobs. Seven children each with ties to ex's and in-laws, sports schedules, school schedules and lives of their own. I have been very proud of my children's ability to "grow where they are planted". They have active lives with friends and commitments. And I have done the same.

We talk, occasionally face time or Skype (I have to get better at that) and try to get one group or the other together for a holiday and occasional vacation. So why when I had a wonderful Easter dinner with friends and a borrowed Mother for kibitzing did I feel like it was missing something? Why do I keep feeling that a holiday dinner should be shared with children and grandchildren? I need an attitude adjustment.

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Making my bed

I thought about Mom today when I was changing the sheets on my bed. After Dad died she wanted a lighter coverlet because it was so hard to make their king size bed. When she moved she downsized to a double bed because it was easier to make. I remember rolling my eyes. Today as I circled the bed several times first with the fitted sheet, then the top sheet, blanket, comforter and finally the bed spread I understood. I'm sorry Mom for rolling my eyes. If it was just me, I would downsize too.

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Puppy love

The reason babies and puppies are so cute and endearing is so you won't leave them on the side of the mountain when the need for sleep and some order in your life becomes overwhelming.

Just like child birth and the exhausted, crazy days of life with a newborn become this foggy memory that seems to morph in to a vision of sweet smelling baby, tinged with the overwhelming feeling of love when they grasp your finger or snuggle against you to nap, so to do memories of puppy training.

My slippers have been gnawed, I have bitter apple spray at the ready for every cabinet corner, rug edge, chair leg within reach. I am sleeping in yoga pants with coat and shoes staged at the ready for the 3 or 4 am whimper that signals the potty trip outside. Yesterday I almost sent up fireworks to celebrate her first hint of telling me she had to go out. She went to the door, looked at me, and then started sniffing the rug as a good second choice. My faster than a speeding bullet reflexes let me scoop her up, rewarding her with a treat and lavishing her with praises as we made a dash to the "zone" before she opted for the rug. Because I want her to eat on schedule and not nosh, I am sitting on the little stool coaxing her to stay on task and finish her meal so I can set the timer and hustle her out for a good girl experience. What was I thinking when I said yes to the puppy.

 

But the good times are good. Playing fetch, watching her cull through her crate for the toy of the minute, being greeted anytime I leave the room by a wiggling puppy with toy dangling from her mouth eager to share it with me. She is warm and snuggly when she lays in my lap collapsing from crazy running around, she rewards me with newly learned skills, like "soft" when chewing on my fingers, or drop it when finding some small thing on the floor (accompanied with the bribe of a few kibble).

I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel when I have a puppy who sleeps through the night, is 90% housebroken, remembers her manners when comany comes. Ask me same time next year, I think we will have achieved success by then.

 

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It is not sacred

Today's Ask Amy had a question from a niece who inherited her aunt and uncle's stuff. They had no children or other relatives. The question was about a large painting taken from their 50th anniversary photo. The niece had no room for it, and no one to gift it to. What should she do? It felt wrong to throw it out.

The question got me thinking. We have just updated our wills and they are pretty vanilla. Who ever dies first is left with the task of figuring out what to do with the miscellania of our lives. I think I need to put a note in the box with the wills that says - I collected things I liked, framed pictures of family and events that were interesting to me. They are not sacred. You are not responsible for treating them as treasures. If something is interesting to you keep it, if there is a frame or container you can repurpose, use it. Feel no guilt sending things to goodwill, or a flea market or even burning them in the firepit. They have no cosmic purpose, they were simply interesting to me. My strange collection of crockery, dinner plates, and wine glasses were because I liked to have interesting things to use when we had company. They aren't "heirlooms - well except the Christmas and Thanksgiving plates, and even those were important at a specific point in time to me. Sell them at the estate sale.

So children cull through the detritus of my life, keep what pleases you, sell what is saleable, donate what has a useful second life, toss the rest. Feel no guilt about not wanting to add more stuff to your life just because it turns up in a cupboard in the house. Take it out, look at it, maybe share a laugh about a memory and then without guilt send it on to its next life. I love you all, remember me at my best, don't feel the need to turn my stuff into some sacred icon that has to be treasured.

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Princess Zena end of week one

I admit that when Zena arrived I had this crazy notion that I would blog about her progress, our trials and tribulations and the amazing progress she was making. Ok, honestly not so much. I am committed (or as my mother would have said should be committed) to getting her potty trained soon. It is the sweet spot of learning at 15 weeks. She can go several hours between potty breaks, if she bonds with me she will want to please me, or not. I have to make a sign that says "she does not pee in the house to make me want to shake her by her pointy ears". In truth she has not learned how to tell me she wants to go out yet. If I take her on a regular schedule she will faithfully go or "try". I can't tell which. But sometimes she has too much water, too much excitement and then we have an "accident". It isn't an accident, it is a training set back. I have to keep telling myself that she is only going outside IF I get her there on time. She doesn't have any way to tell me she wants to go out. AAGH! Where is Dawson when I need him.

Biting, chewing - how did I forget this part. My hands and arms look like I just finished some military survival course requiring crawling under barb wire. I can't wear anything I love since some time during the day it will be nipped, bit, grabbed or chewed. My neighbors must think I am advertising to be a bag lady, old work out pants, outrageous socks, who knows what top. All to protect my poor toes, arms, pant legs.

So is there any progress? She still gets over excited and bites. I yelp and curl my arms up. She comes back and we start soft mouth, depending on how tired she is or how wound up it goes well. Other times, I get up off the floor and move to my chair. I have taken the advice of the Puppy Trainers and am restricting her space when she is not in her crate to the kitchen. I pulled in a chair and barricaded the hall and area between the counter and the wall. Today was ok, I finished my book while she was napping in my lap (bonding time) but tomorrow I have to figure out how to watch tv on my ipad. I can't see it from my perch in the kitchen. Earlier this week before is created this smaller space she and I watched hours of HGTV. By the way I will never ever be able to sell my house based on what these house hunters are looking for. I started out watching cooking shows but after watching at least three hours of making ganache, I baked brownies with a plan to cover them in chocolate ganache. Not good for the waist line. So I switched to house hunting.

Back to Zena. I do love her - or at least I am committed to her. I totally forgot how long it takes to go from a puppy to a dog you trust and love. She is hard work. Hubby and I have fought more in the last week than In the last year. I have a plan on training, he loves to be the hero who comes in and liberates her from her crate and follows NO potty training rituals. He plays tug and then complains when she gets crazy and nips him. I plead it is just a few weeks, he says I am too rigid.

If you are thinking of starting with a puppy and you are the trainer - set aside a minimum of 3 months to do nothing else. A good puppy is a good dog, and loved and valued forever. A bad dog is a constant irritation. It takes a total commitment to help her learn the rules of the family, to want to please her family. If you don't have that time, and most of us don't, think carefully about what you are getting yourself on to. As one of my daughters is right in saying - begin knowing where you want to end. If you don't want to hand feed your princess puppy forever, get her started with a few kibble then let her feed herself. If you want her to be comfortable in her crate because you may be away for several hours before she is totally trustworthy, then sit with her and read during her crate time so she doesn't think it is punishment. But mostly above all else, know that for at least the first two months, success will because you are potty trained, or play trained, the best you can hope for is that in month 3 and 4 it is half you and half your Princess.

 

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Day 2 and 3

It was all going so well on Day 2, kept to a schedule until we had visits from friends to see the new puppy. Just like a baby our schedule got off, dinner was late and by 8pm we had two accidents. I went to bed frustrated, puppy went to bed afraid of the crazy woman who grabbed her up and took her outside.

We made concessions on the collar. She now is wearing Zed's old cat collar from when he was little so at least in the house I have something to grab. She is still wearing her harness for walks.

I forgot that puppies cannot play tug. They don't know when to stop and they haven't learned not to nip. My arms are a wreck.

Puppies do not come on command. They do not come when wheedling or bribing. In fact they are fast little wigglers. I can't wait for the gate to arrive so I can trap her in the kitchen during free time in the morning.

Final thought. 6:45 is early. It is cold and I look like the Shrew of Haridan pre-makeup and coiffure. And in my neighborhood it is the time many of my neighbors leave for work, snug in their warm cars, coffee in hand, make-up on ready for the day. Women understand this problem.

Day 3 through diligent training of me and a running list of times we made it through the day peeing and pooping outside. Zena not me. Working on the biting, wish Dawson was here. Trying yipping when she bites too hard and looking away for 10 seconds. Then coming back to play. Seems to be working somewhat. Made the mistake of lifting my arm to toss a toy, when she jumped for it she took a big nip. I will be wearing long sleeve fleece for a while.

 

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Zena the Warrior Princess

For several months we talked about if we wanted another dog. On spur of the moment movie and dinner nights I pointed out we couldn't do this if we had a puppy in training. On cold, wet rainy mornings when getting the paper at the end of the driveway required gear, I asked if he missed walking Zed rain or shine. But more he read the ads for puppies in the paper, and said how much he missed his puppy. After the holiday's he started in earnest. I said in Spring, we would ask our vet about a breeder who was trusted.

I said I would know when I was ready when puppies started being cute. And then Shelly our wonderful dog sitter, groomer, savior in time of emergencies sent us two pictures with a note, just thinking of you. The pictures were of Zed and her golden who passed away shortly before Zed started getting sick. They were out in her backyard on a light snow day, shoulder to shoulder patroling the fence. That afternoon we started looking at web sites. This one was too "not cute" and that one was expected to be too small. Then we read about a few breeders who had brought back German Yorkies who were traditionally larger 8- 10 lbs. Then while he was in his office "working" and I was finished the crossword puzzle we each were actually looking at Yorkies. And there she was. She had the perfect face, was 5 lbs at 14 weeks so could be expected to be 8 - 10 lbs when fully grown. She had most of her shots and had been sprayed. Even better she was about an hour and half away. She is too cute, a brindle, not show quality and it is too early to tell if she will have a soft or silky coat but she was it.

I got Bruce to call and of course they said others were coming to look and if we wanted a chance to have her they needed a deposit since I didn't think we could go until Saturday. As luck would have it, afternoon meetings got cancelled and we set out on a miserable, rainy foggy cold afternoon to drive up towards the mountains. I wanted to keep it a secret that we were looking so we could say no, not this one. If she was too timid or lethargic she would have to find another family. Before we left we chose a name Zena the Warrior. If she looked like she could live up to her name she would ours.

The rest is history. She slept through the night no whimpering even though she didn't have any litter mates nearby. By the 24 hour mark she was eating. So far we have managed to get her to poop outside but peeing is a different task. Unlike Zed who felt he needed to lift his leg and needed the perfect blade of grass or something, she is sniff, sniff squat kind of girl.

So while I try to figure out her tells and schedule, it is by the clock. Out first thing, then playtime followed by crate time. As soon as she comes out of the crate we gear up and head to the spot outside. So far we are three for three. But I am not counting on anything but my diligence. Now to convince Papa that crate time is not punishment and she has to pee on a leash. She is in a harness - lesson learned the hardeay with Zed - but it takes a little more time and two hands to get her ready.

Today is day three and despite dawning Uggs and ski jacket cold it has warmed up to fleece weather. I have two weeks to get this schedule thing working before Bruce starts his new job and has to go to the office so Zena and I are on the Puppy Boot Camp program. No backsliding.

 

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