29.......... Yay! A Puppy!

Born on the 10^th May, one of 4, Gucci arrived home 8 weeks later.

An ‘almost image’ of her dad, Q-Pid, Gem-u-Mine Gucci is a King’s Y-Ed’s Miniature American (Australian) Shepherd, and resembles a miniature Bernese Mountain Dog puppy.

And then the fun began........

House training turned out to be a nightmare as she had a serious tummy bug, which she kind of handled on her own by being confined to the study at night with Macc. He was initially not interested in this disruption to his quiet domain but has no trouble honing in on all the attention she receives, making him a more relaxed dog. This puppy isn’t “big” into receiving attention and more inclined to be aloof, which in turn is perfect behaviour for this family unit as my husband thinks Aussies are just “too much”. (She barked at him every evening when he arrived home for an entire month). But now we have a watch dog. Food and toy driven, I have embarked on my first clicker training journey and it is turning into a very rewarding experience. Sit - down - recall - roll over - crawling - saying ‘hi’ with a single paw - running through a tunnel - retrieving and tugging were her basic successes within the first 4 weeks followed quickly by begging - jumping into my arms - climbing into a box - targeting a paper plate – tunnels and a brief ‘out of sight stay’ .......

Quite the little speed demon she will try outrun Macc to get to whatever is thrown and if she doesn’t get there first, will then just take it from him anyway and get the reward for retrieving! He, of course, has been extremely tolerant and has now twigged on that he can play with her. (A perfect opportunity for Nicolette to step in once again and train “Macc’s turn and Gucci’s turn” like she did with Emma and Amie).

Kit-Kat has turned out to be Gucci’s best pal – must be a size thing - and he now comes to have his ears preened daily by her.

Trying to keep her out of water during all the rain has probably been our biggest problem as she likes to dig and create mud puddles which endears her to the Twins. She still needs to spend more time with them to know they are more than OK to be around because strangers are daunting and she does not appreciate being fawned over and/or cuddled.

This 4-month old fluffy bundle is now the largest of both litters (8 pups in total) and the best of fun; the very reason why people need puppies and dogs or any animal to be a part of their lives, and I’m looking forward to happy times together.

C’est la vie

Mac and Me

 

28.......... the single life .....

I had no idea if being a single dog would have any effect on Mac but it was noticeable. He started withdrawing and seemed to spend more time on his own in the study. He stopped coming into the bedroom and I realised that the only time he had ever come into the bedroom was when Emma was already there. I decided to give him some time as I was just too miserable to work him out and for the second time around, we were healing each other.

The acceptance did not take long and right now the single life for him seems very attractive. He has grown emotionally and his confidence has sky-rocketed!

He stands alert (albeit in the passageway) when he hears Charlie’s car come down the driveway and then goes to lie down for the inevitable biscuit. He gets hysterical when the twins are here, wanting to play with them but nervous of them too and he plays volley ball with all of us. He progressed from staying out of sight in the study to lying on Emma’s cushion behind the couch. As soon as I heard him creep to this spot I would throw treats over the back of the couch to land where he was lying. (If we got up he would scuttle back into the study) until I invited him back. Next month will be the 5^th anniversary of Mac’s arrival and he now lies at our feet in the lounge - a massive breakthrough and a wonderful feeling over something usually so normal.

 

Final hurdle: he will seek me out on his own accord instead of me always inviting him.

The thought of a new puppy is a constant in the back of mind. My husband would prefer not to get another dog but if I really have to ............ “then it has to be a Border Collie, a puppy, so no dog with a history please”. The other members of my family would also like me to get a BC as I’m a Border Collie Person - what is that?
I have already turned down a choice from 3 BC litters so what is holding me back? “You will know when it’s the right dog!” Really? How? Why? Will I find a BC that has been as perfect as what I have and have had? Is a big - (slightly larger than small but not a Great Dane) dog the answer for me? I really struggled with lifting Emma; Over 60 and with compromised strength in my arms, suggests a smaller dog might be the better option and why is my family dictating what breed I should get when a working dog is my main criteria?

Time is passing and my ‘Emma shadow’ is missed on a daily basis, but I know the new dog, whatever, it is, will be the right dog for me, I hope it finds me soon, Mac needs a pal.

With this life altering decision whirling around in my head........ having Puppy Academy literally on his doorstep is Mac’s favourite hour of his week. He is an honorary member and on his best behaviour with them, but for now, it’s just ...........

Mac and Me

C’est la vie

27.......... Emma 27/01/1997 – 14/02/2013

It’s been 3 weeks and I still can’t believe she’s no longer with me .......................................

“You’ll know when the time is right”. “She’ll tell you when it’s time”. “Sooner rather than later”.

I didn’t listen.

Just 2 weeks after her 16^th birthday and 4am in the morning, Emma was awake and trying desperately to get up. This was unusual as she usually slept dead until I woke her at 7 each morning and the carpet was a particular surface that she usually managed to get up on without help. I picked her up and carried her out on the lawn. She just couldn’t get up and remain standing without me supporting her. I cradled her on the lawn until the sun came up and those expression filled eyes told my tear filled eyes that she was very, very tired!

Thinking she might have had a small stroke I visited the vet the same morning. She was diagnosed with a lot of pain in her back and neck. Cortisone shots, heavy meds, and the inevitable daily dose of Rimadyl to be started the following week. If she was no better after 2 days a blood test was suggested - maybe her cancer had spread? (She was diagnosed with cutaneous haemangiosarcoma 1 ½ years previously).

She had already been deaf for 2 years but the movie business had given us a few hand signals and her eye sight was compromised only in the dark. Her nose was as sharp as ever and she could still sniff out and steal a treat when no one was looking

The days that followed were physically and mentally exhausting. I started setting my alarm for 5am so that I could take her out before she wet herself (missed it once/twice during the day); her sticky paws (fantastic invention for pets and slippery surfaces) were on almost permanently now.

I retrained her to sleep in the study (laminated and confined). This was already a nail in her coffin after sleeping next to my bed for 16 years - but a new carpet - I’m so sorry Em! She was unable to position herself after I’d lifted her into the back of the car so on one occasion she fell out when I turned away too soon.

Although still weighing at my prescribed under 20 kg (a svelte 17 kg.), she had become dead weight and my frozen shoulder was taking strain as was my back and neck. The tension was not only physical but also tangible in the house. Charlie knew the time had come but I could not face it and took it out on him.

Her aging process consumed me - every waking moment it was foremost in my mind (and I wasn’t getting much sleep, so this was a lot of minutes). I needed to consider how the Boys were going to be told and how they were going to accept it, I needed to consider Tori arriving home to prepare for her wedding and all the USA and local guests that were going to be in and out of the house and all the time I was not going to be at home and able to take care of Emma when she needed me.

The only time Emma was chirpy was at agility training - she was able to stand up unaided on the grass and this was the only time she barked for my attention. All Emma ever wanted was to be with me 24/7 and this was now compromised as she was unable to follow me around the house.

With virtually no grey hairs and a coat that had improved with age, I realised the night before the appointment that I was making the right choice.

Thank you for giving me the world of Agility Em. You were a special friend, but Ascii is waiting to slobber all over you.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my wonderful Border Collie.

C’est la vie

Your Mom forever