I have been remiss in updating this blog about Bear. He continues to do really well and while he isn’t getting any stronger, he doesn’t seem to be getting any weaker.
Bear loves people. And he has bonded very strongly to both Jim and I. He insists on following me everywhere and does show signs of separation anxiety when I leave. It only consists of whining for a short time but it is something to watch for.
Mr. Bear got his first visit to a dog park. For the most part it went well. When he was in the main area he greeted all the dogs well. It was only once he had been there awhile and was walking thru the trails that he ran into problems. Both times it was with young unneutered males. Perhaps he didn’t appreciate them coming up to him in such a bouncy manner. Perhaps he was tired from all the exercise (20 minutes). Perhaps he will never like unneutered males. But the dog park is not a place to bring Bear on a regular basis. He simply can not keep up to the other dogs and becomes tired quickly.
Bear’s health continues to be a mystery to us. While there are tests we could do, no matter what the results are, the outlook is dim. None of what we “think” is going on could be changed. And sedating him again worries me. He had a hard time recovering from the sedation last time we x-rayed his hips.
This boy proves time and time again that he has a wonderful temperament. With all the tests we have done, all the poking and prodding by strangers, he has always just stood by and let us do what we had to. He is great with Sashka and she is clearly taken with him. He is calm when people come over, greets them at the door and quickly settles with no problems. He certainly isn’t a guard dog but few people would chance walking in unannounced simply because of his size. Bear would do well in almost any type of home. But his new family would need to be aware of his limitations. Stairs will soon become a problem, slippery floors are a hazard for him and his weight must be watched. And Bear must be surrounded by plush squeaky toys. While he loves us, adores Sashka, really likes visitors, his favorite thing in the whole world is his toys. Bear will surround his dog bed with the toys he loves the most. He doesn’t destroy them, but rather, chews gently on them, making them his own.
We feed our animals a raw diet and because he is doing so well on this, I would like to see it continue. Bear is on supplements such as Salmon Oil and glucosamine. Treats are kept to a minimum in order to control his weight and short walks a couple of times a day is all this boy wants. As much as we love having Bear with us, he can certainly go into an adoption or foster home. If having a gentle quiet senior spending his time lying at your feet and enjoying your company is what you are looking for please let us know.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
A sad anniversary
January 4, 2001 was the day we lost our first Rottweiler. Old Man Luke was the first Rottweiler that ever lived with us. And here is his story.
Sashka had lived with us for about 6 months. Every time we left the house, Sashka barked, howled, cried, pee’d and pooped in the house. Nothing helped her. I contacted the shelter in Delta about fostering a dog and they said, bring Sash out and let her meet a couple of the older dogs they had in care.
The first one was a Dalmatian. This guy was spun out and Sashka hated him. Then came out a shepherd. We couldn’t even get them in the same run. Then they brought out this big old Rottweiler. My first reaction was NO WAY!!!! I was scared of rotties. All I had ever heard about them was the bad stuff. They were people eaters. They would kill my little dog. Rottweilers would turn on you with no notice. They could not be trusted.
The shelter girls told me to trust them. Luke was calm and good natured. We let the dogs sniff thru the runs and for once Sashka was pretty calm. Then we put them in the runs together. After only a moment of sniffing, Luke went and lay down. Sashka went to him, gently licked his face and sat next to him. The bond was that quick. And we brought him home to foster.
Old Man Luke was 12 when we brought him home. He had been thru 5 homes that we were able to trace thru his tattoo. He certainly wasn’t the prettiest example of a Rottweiler. And he wasn’t always the nicest dog but he showed me a side of rottweilers that I had never imagined. Luke loved unconditionally. He loved Jim and I and he adored Sashka. He was protective but was willing to stand back and let us handle any situation. He was amazing with children but standoffish with adults. Some dogs he liked and some he didn’t but he was always appropriate when telling them off.
We eventually adopted Old Man Luke so we could provide the kind of care we thought he needed. Lots of love, good food and gentle exercise and he started to bloom. There was nothing he liked better than a good game of tug. And of course, food. He would eat anything anytime. There were things he didn’t like. He hated walking in the rain and would actually just lie down so you couldn’t get him to go any further unless you were turning towards home.
Luke lived with us for a year and a half before he let me know that he had had enough. On January 4, 2001, we held him gently while our vet helped him pass.
Old Man Luke taught me so much about this wonderful breed. And since that time there has never been another breed that we have wanted to share our life with. To this day, Sashka tends to dislike most dogs but bring a well mannered Rottweiler into our home and she thrives. We have always looked for the rotties that would have a hard time finding a home. The older ones, the ones with physical challenges, the ones no one wanted. Old Man Luke was the first and without him teaching me about this breed, WCRR would most likely not exist.
Run free my dear friend. We will meet again
Sashka had lived with us for about 6 months. Every time we left the house, Sashka barked, howled, cried, pee’d and pooped in the house. Nothing helped her. I contacted the shelter in Delta about fostering a dog and they said, bring Sash out and let her meet a couple of the older dogs they had in care.
The first one was a Dalmatian. This guy was spun out and Sashka hated him. Then came out a shepherd. We couldn’t even get them in the same run. Then they brought out this big old Rottweiler. My first reaction was NO WAY!!!! I was scared of rotties. All I had ever heard about them was the bad stuff. They were people eaters. They would kill my little dog. Rottweilers would turn on you with no notice. They could not be trusted.
The shelter girls told me to trust them. Luke was calm and good natured. We let the dogs sniff thru the runs and for once Sashka was pretty calm. Then we put them in the runs together. After only a moment of sniffing, Luke went and lay down. Sashka went to him, gently licked his face and sat next to him. The bond was that quick. And we brought him home to foster.
Old Man Luke was 12 when we brought him home. He had been thru 5 homes that we were able to trace thru his tattoo. He certainly wasn’t the prettiest example of a Rottweiler. And he wasn’t always the nicest dog but he showed me a side of rottweilers that I had never imagined. Luke loved unconditionally. He loved Jim and I and he adored Sashka. He was protective but was willing to stand back and let us handle any situation. He was amazing with children but standoffish with adults. Some dogs he liked and some he didn’t but he was always appropriate when telling them off.
We eventually adopted Old Man Luke so we could provide the kind of care we thought he needed. Lots of love, good food and gentle exercise and he started to bloom. There was nothing he liked better than a good game of tug. And of course, food. He would eat anything anytime. There were things he didn’t like. He hated walking in the rain and would actually just lie down so you couldn’t get him to go any further unless you were turning towards home.
Luke lived with us for a year and a half before he let me know that he had had enough. On January 4, 2001, we held him gently while our vet helped him pass.
Old Man Luke taught me so much about this wonderful breed. And since that time there has never been another breed that we have wanted to share our life with. To this day, Sashka tends to dislike most dogs but bring a well mannered Rottweiler into our home and she thrives. We have always looked for the rotties that would have a hard time finding a home. The older ones, the ones with physical challenges, the ones no one wanted. Old Man Luke was the first and without him teaching me about this breed, WCRR would most likely not exist.
Run free my dear friend. We will meet again
Friday, January 2, 2009
Why training is so important.
We all love our animals. We all trust them. We all want what is best for them. But love and trust is never enough.
Dogs are hunters. It is in their genes. Even my sweet little diva dog Sashka has the urge to hunt. Last summer when we were at the lake and sitting around the camp fire, Sashka spotted a mouse. She chased it, cornered it, and was going to kill it if I hadn’t stepped in. But Sashka and I have gone thru training and when I say “Leave It!” you better believe she understands. But like any dog, if I don’t watch she is likely to try again.
So one of our adopters called this morning quite upset. The dog she adopted had killed a chicken and she wanted to know what she could do to make sure it never happened again. Training, training, training. I can’t impress enough that ALL dogs need training. Not just one set of puppy classes, but ongoing training. They are never too young or too old. And until you can be sure that that dog is not going to harm another animal, please supervise. No. Let me rephrase that. YOU MUST SUPERVISE.
This wasn’t the dog’s fault. This was the fault of humans. When you adopt a young animal, you are getting a clean slate. YOU get to decide how that dog will live, what experiences it will have and how its life will unfold. This isn’t an undertaking that anyone should take lightly. You are responsible for a life. And when something like this happens, when a young dog kills another animal, be it a mouse, a chicken, a cat, dog or human, WE as pet owners are responsible.
Dogs are hunters. It is in their genes. Even my sweet little diva dog Sashka has the urge to hunt. Last summer when we were at the lake and sitting around the camp fire, Sashka spotted a mouse. She chased it, cornered it, and was going to kill it if I hadn’t stepped in. But Sashka and I have gone thru training and when I say “Leave It!” you better believe she understands. But like any dog, if I don’t watch she is likely to try again.
So one of our adopters called this morning quite upset. The dog she adopted had killed a chicken and she wanted to know what she could do to make sure it never happened again. Training, training, training. I can’t impress enough that ALL dogs need training. Not just one set of puppy classes, but ongoing training. They are never too young or too old. And until you can be sure that that dog is not going to harm another animal, please supervise. No. Let me rephrase that. YOU MUST SUPERVISE.
This wasn’t the dog’s fault. This was the fault of humans. When you adopt a young animal, you are getting a clean slate. YOU get to decide how that dog will live, what experiences it will have and how its life will unfold. This isn’t an undertaking that anyone should take lightly. You are responsible for a life. And when something like this happens, when a young dog kills another animal, be it a mouse, a chicken, a cat, dog or human, WE as pet owners are responsible.
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