Torn ACL

I do apologize for the break in posts!  Aggie has unfortunately torn her ACL (a ligament in the knee).  It happened as I suspect most torn ACLs happen; when doing what seems like a no-big-deal activity.

Our crazed neighboring Saint Bernard, Cupid, was over to play.  Cupid LOVES playing with Aggie, and Aggie seems to enjoy it as long as she gets breaks now and then.  On this particular Sunday afternoon, they had been playing for about 10 minutes, and I was about to suggest that we finish the play session for the day, when Aggie got another burst of energy.  Cupid, never one to negate a good chase, took off after Aggie at a much slower pace (I secretly think this is why Aggie likes playing with her so much... she always wins the race!).

As Aggie returned down our icy path after her big loop around the yard (Cupid far behind), I heard a high pitched yelp escape her throat.  She immediately slowed and headed straight for the back door holding her hind left leg in the air.  The play session ended, and I entered the house behind Aggie hoping and praying that ice had cut her paw.

My heart sank as I searched in vain for an outward cut or abrasion.  No such luck; this was an internal injury.  We weren't able to get into the vet until Tuesday evening (2 days later).  My suspicions were confirmed: a partially torn ACL and a tear in the miniscus.  The vet (to my relief) suggested rest, anti-inflammatory meds, and a joint supplement.  Surgery avoided... at least for the time being.

Now, 2.5 weeks later, she's still refusing to use the leg with a rare exception.  Slowing her down has been hard.  She still feels a burst of joyful "zoomies" after a successful poop, and tries to sprint around the yard.  She hates being blocked from the upstairs (a big play pen in her opinion), and misses tearing after her orange ball.

But slowing down has also taught me to rely less on physical exercise to tire her out.  I've been forced to get creative with finding mental exercises for Aggie.  Once or twice a day, Aggie and I will go on what I call her Walk About where she is entire in charge of where we go.  Her fear keeps her from wanting to go far, but she really enjoys letting her nose lead us a few blocks this direction, a couple blocks that direction, and back again.  The sniffing keeps the pace slow, and she seems a little more content to rest and relax upon return.

So there is a silver lining, as with every cloud.  I've learned a few more tools to work with Aggie, and help her relax (even when she's not getting copious amounts of exercise).  She does not seems to be in excessive pain; in fact, she seems totally fine with being a three-legged dog for now!  I do hope the use of that leg will come back eventually, but as long as she's happy, I'll take it.  Please zip me an email if you've had to deal with a torn ACL, and how you were able to keep your dog content while lowering the exercise regime.  Thanks for reading!

Intruders!

A post about those "bad guys" that seem to invade the house occasionally...

Whenever we have guests over, Aggie is always put upstairs in her kennel behind a closed door before their arrival.  She barks when she hears them come in, but the barking lasts about 30 seconds to one minute, and she usually falls asleep (or chews on her incredibly yummy bone provided for just such an occasion).  If the guests are all seated and calm, and Aggie has been quiet in her kennel for some time, I allow her to come see them.  This training has profoundly changed Aggie's response to people in the house.  She used to come down the stairs tense and nervous with difficulty paying attention to me (I didn't require her attention, but she was always rewarded for checking in with me).  As long as we were far enough away, she would be able to watch without growling, and would be fed lots of yummy treats.

Now, she comes down the stairs wagging her tail with a wiggly body and pulls toward the guests to greet them!  But here's the catch.  She has a bite history!  Her self control in times of excitement leaves something to be desired; this dog in a state of excitement can not be trusted any more than when she is frightened.

Currently, I am allowing her to get close enough to the guests to smell, hear, and see them clearly (about 8 feet away).  Her body language is still full of excitement, but she is still able to focus on me (one time I let her get 6 feet away and she was so excited she couldn't stop pulling towards them, completely ignoring me... we were too close!).  I hope to be able to decrease the gap slowly with her still under stimulus control (ie: focused enough to sit or lay down when I ask her to).  Eventually, we will practice allowing her to sniff hands while in a calm state, but that's not going to happen for a while!

Children, however, are an exception.  Last night we had a group of friends over with children.  Aggie is terrified of these erratic little beasts, making exposure at safe distances all the more important.  I knew when I decided to bring her out last night that I needed to increase the distance, and was curious to see how she would respond.  I did not expect any behaviors from her, I just wanted her to watch them for a few seconds, eat some treats, and go back to her kennel.

As we headed toward the staircase (Aggie was upstairs in her kennel, the kiddos were playing in the living room at the bottom of the staircase), Aggie's ears were pinned back; she knew what was down there.  I should have stopped right then, given her loads of treats, and taken her back.  But no, I became a greedy trainer and moved her to the top of the stairs.  She did ok for the first two seconds, watching the two girls giggling on the couch as I fed her treat after treat.  But then one of the girls got up and ran to the couch closer to the staircase.  A low grumble of a growl grew from Aggie's ribcage as she stared at the girl.  I quietly called her name, she took a second to respond (eek, she was really stressed!) but finally peeled her eyes from the girl and gave me eye contact.  I asked her to follow me back to her kennel and she readily complied for which she was reinforced.  Yikes!  Children are really scary!

Once summer rolls around, I hope to expose Aggie to children outside at even greater distances where maybe she'll be able to watch them for longer periods without feeling stressed.

I am very proud of the progress she's made with having people over, especially adults.  It's a slow process, but she's starting to trust that I will not put her in harm's way.  With every training session that trust grows and expands toward new people.  I do not know how far she'll get with trusting strangers; maybe she'll never be able to greet a stranger in the house off leash.  However, I plan to continue creating positive interactions with strangers and intruders for the rest of her life.  The more she trusts her world, the more this poor anxious dog will be able to relax!

Have an experience like this or feedback for my training?  Feel free to comment or email me at roots.naomi@gmail.com.  I love the comments so far!  Thanks!

On Vacation

Over Christmas my husband and I traveled to visit his family in Peru.  Aggie, of course, could not come without a lot of expense both monetarily and emotionally.  My mother graciously offered to take her in despite my father's skepticism.

I knew my parents would not do even half of the training I did with her every day.  A lot of this training I considered necessary as she was still learning how live with humans and act appropriately (I still believe she was raised in a backyard with a bunch of pits).  However, much of the training revolved around things I wanted to learn how to do as a trainer.  So I was curious to see how she would do in an environment with less stimulating interaction with humans.

Reports via email came streaming in about how good Aggie was behaving.  As it turns out, when Aggie was left to her own devises, she tended to sleep more and find perfectly acceptable pastimes such as monitoring the backyard for uninvited vermin (she actually caught a possum according to my mom, but was unsure as to the next step once it was in her mouth).*

Since we've gotten back from vacation, I've been fairly busy and haven't done much formal training with Aggie.  It's also been frigid here in Indiana, and Aggie has no interest in venturing outside.  So her world has become considerably more limited since before the Vacation.  She seems fine with it!  She's a couch potato at heart.  Her daily winter schedule, could she choose, would look like this:

7am:  Exit kennel, use the bathroom

7:03am:  Move to favorite chair and sleep until noon

12pm:  Play with Naomi for several hours

3pm(ish):  Short nap in the favorite chair or on couch with Naomi

3:30pm(ish):  Play with Naomi for several hours until Dad arrives home, play with Dad

7pm:  Sleep in the favorite chair until moved to kennel to continue sleeping

Honestly, this dog is only active for about 6 hours per day, and if it were up to her, she would never leave the house.  This is not the dog I signed up for!  I imagined competing in agility and obedience, taking long walks in a variety of locations every weekend, and training voluntary, cooperative behaviors at the vet clinic.  Not sitting around half the day, then playing fetch or tug-of-war the rest of the day.  But this is my dog.  I'm willing to bet that if she could have picked, I would not have been the owner of her dreams either.

Camping in the chilly Fall weather.  Not one of Aggie's favorite things.

That being said, we have a bond.  I missed her while I was in Peru, and she seemed quite excited to see me upon my return.  I feel strong affection towards her, and lord help anyone who tries to physically harm me if Aggie's near by.  Maybe we won't fulfill my longing to compete or explore the world together, but we are family.  If this vacation did anything for me, it allowed me to realize that just as she has accepted me for who I am, I need to accept her for who she is.  A couch potato.

The Favorite Chair

*She ended up listening to my mom who somehow convinced her that the next step was the let the seemingly unharmed possum go.