Life with a Dog is Better

Mr. Ranger Sir & Harley

Mr. Ranger Sir & Harley

We went out exploring and I captured this snapshot of the men in my life.  It captures how in tandem they can be . As we were walking down the country road, they both heard something that made them stop, look and listen.   This is remarkable because we did not raise him from a puppy, but got him when he was five-years old from a shelter as someone’s cast off pet.  In the three years we have had him, he has become ours.

For me he is a constant companion.  Working from home he spends  hours with me.   His days are spent in the office, lounging around not asking for much, but always there.     He is my walking and hiking partner, be it paved road or forest trail he is always ready and a tireless companion.   Lastly I have discovered he is also my protector.   When the man of the house is gone, he sleeps not with me, or in his kennel as he usually does,  but watching out the window, providing notice when someone arrives friend or foe.

For Mr. Ranger Sir Harley is the calming and diffusing element for the stress that his life brings.   When Mr. Ranger Sir gets home from work Harley knows the fun half of the family is in the house.   He gets himself all wound up, barking and twirling in circles as terriers are suppose to do,  because it is time for  play.   I am not sure if Harley does that because he needs some activity or he senses his man needs to unwind and a mental diversion from all that has happened in a hard day at work.   The are inseparable when they are both home.   They bring out the best and worst in one another and only boys can do.

Harley is by no means a perfect pet or dog.   He is a Cairn Terrier and has a bit of a terrier attitude at times, and does things on his own schedule, his own way.   He may be a small dog, but by no means a lap dog.   Don’t think you will lower your blood pressure by petting  him as he sits on your lap.   He’d rather lay on the floor.  After we had him about two years he decided he’d like to chase the few cars and trucks that come down the road ; luckily it is a dead end.   Lastly he came with mental baggage and dislikes others fees and hates men’s workboots.   No amount of consistent behavior modification work as stopped or changed any of that.

In spite of it all our life is better because he is in it.   Life is better with a dog in it.

Doggie Flashback

Our dog, Harley, found himself at age 5 or 6 at a shelter, no longer wanted by his owners.   The prior owners told the shelter one story and we have since found out he had more difficult life than shared with the shelter.  That does not surprise us, who would expect someone who gives up their pets to tell the whole or real story.

It took awhile but we soon came to realized that our dog was not so sure of men, and men with work boots could send him over the edge.   The first-time we saw this he grabbed ahold of a man’s shoe and held on for dear life.   It was almost comical a 15-pound dog on a big old work boot.  The guy shook his foot and my little dog was sort of like a little piece of toilet paper stuck to his shoe.   He was not big enough fortunately to do any damage but it was a window on things yet to come.   We have come to the conclusion doesn’t like boots; work boots, snow boots, hiking boots, and will gladly attack the wearer of any of those.   Not the person, but the boot.    This summer he was in a room where a friend was walking around with sandals and out of nowhere he darted in snapped at the footwear and was gone in a second.   Another not so wonderful first.    Add leather sandals to the list of “wrong footwear.”

My friend coined a term that day that I think sums it all up a doggie flashback.   We think our dog was likely kicked in his previous life.   Most likely by a man in some kind of leather style boots, as tennis shoes have yet to spark any reaction from him.     He appears to want to strike first.  It is that survival instinct of fight or flight that kicks in when he sees that leather boot.   Little moron, doesn’t he realize that this could get him in trouble.   A less patient or perceptive family could send him directly back to the shelter.

Instead we have dedicated ourselves to desensitizing him.  We repeatedly set him up for failure and work on instilling better behaviors in him.   This is not easy, but we are slowly making progress.  We leave boots out all over the place rather than put them away where they belong.   Fortunately we have a whole collection to do this with, several pairs of hikers, riding, work boots, and anything else heavy and leather works for us.   He no long walks great distances around these empty boots.  He has learned empty boots will not get him.     We have taken up working  with friends and neighbors who wear boots.   When they stop by our place, we have a routine.   Harley has to sit and stay  in place and once that urge passes rewarding him for getting past that fight or flight behavior.     It is a challenge if he gets a jump on us and starts to challenge the boots first, and we have to get his attention to sit-stay, but we are not giving up.     My neighbor the other day complemented him on how far he had come.   That is nice to hear, but we know he still has a long ways to go in the fear that his doggie flashback causes.

I doubt we are going to ever get to the place where he won’t have a flashback now and then, but as his owners we are working hard to minimize them.   He is a good little companion, and like me he isn’t perfect.   I still need to work with him each day so he knows that we will keep him safe.   Some baggage we never get over in life, here is hoping that some day my dog will stop having flashbacks and have faith I will keep him safe.