Thursday, November 20, 2014

B.A.R.F.

Did I get your attention?  I had a feeling I might. Good, now let me explain.  B.A.R. F. is an acronym.  What is an acronym?  According to Webster it is an abbreviation formed from the initial components in a phrase or word.

My acronym is something I formulated to teach my students a bit more about why dogs bark.  Not all barking is negative.  In fact, when a dog barks they are trying to tell you something.  Here are four main reasons why your dog may be barking. So listen up and let me help you decipher what your dog is trying to say.

B stands for Boredom barking.  Boredom barking is the #1 reason dogs bark.  Yes, I said #1.  To me that's so sad.  Now hear this...  All of us have heard the dog barking incessantly, waking us up early in the  morning or serenading us to sleep at night in our neighborhoods.  It can be irritating.  But if you think about it, it's sad.  Plainly sad.  The #1 reason most dogs bark is out of boredom and guess what...they bark to give themselves a job to do.  Dogs are meant to have a job.  Do you know your breed?  Herding, hunting, draft work....  Most dogs want, NEED, to be active, it's in their DNA.  The dogs who are boredom barking are the ones most often tied to their dog house or placed in a small kennel for hours and hours, if not days and months...even years on end.  This is their life. They seldom get a reprieve from their chain or wire enclosure.  These precious pups aren't allowed to go anywhere, their view is exactly the same day in and day out.  Oh, they might see a leaf fly by or even a skunk or raccoon walk by.  But that's it...  No walks, no travel, no playing tug...nada...nothing  I have to wonder why the person who ties their dog got them in the first place. Dogs are called companion animals for a reason, right?  Dogs enjoy sharing our lives WITH us.  So next time you hear a dog barking and barking maybe you could do a little investigation and take pity on this poor pooch instead of getting irritated.

A stands for Alert barking.  This is a very good reason for a dog to bark.  Did you know that the #1 deterrent for a thief bent on breaking into your house is a barking dog? I love my dogs to alert me by barking and I reward alert barking when at home.  I live in the country and you can bet I want to know when something is amiss. When my dogs bark, you can be sure there is something afoot.  Someone is in my driveway, on my property, a pony is out of the field (that's happened), a fox, a skunk, a dog or a kitty has been on or by my front porch. Alert barking is a very good thing!  So when my dogs bark, I 'thank them", ask them to go to their place while I investigate.  They are spot on every time.  Good dogs!

R is for Request barking.  Think of Lassie going to get help for Timmy.  "Is Timmy stuck in a well?" A little bit of trivia for all the Lassie fans, Timmy was never stuck in a well.  But, he was often in some sort of trouble. We humans can be a bit slow but I encourage you to take your time and think things through and investigate.  Dogs do bark to request...something.  My sweet Jack Russell Libby told me when the water bowl was empty.  I remember the first time she sat squarely right in front of me and barked.  I didn't think much about it and just got up to let her out.  Dogs do bark when they need to be let out too.  I opened the door and Libby just sat there and looked at me like, "silly human I don't want to go outside."  I stood there perplexed.  She barked again and I said,  "Libby if you don't want to go outside what do you want?"   I didn't give it too much thought, gave her some attention and went back to work.  A few minutes later, I went to the kitchen to check on dinner and my little lady followed me with a skip in her step (finally the human's got it).  Hmmm, I thought what's up here...  She skipped over to her water bowl and looked at it and then at me.  I looked at the bowl and good grief - it was empty. Libby was thirsty.  Humans learn a bit slowly but from then on when Libby sat down and gave me one sharp bark, I knew there was a good chance the water bowl needed filled.

F is for Fearful or Frightened Barking. This is the type of barking you often see at a obedience class where lots of dogs are crammed in a small space.  There is always that one or two dogs who are barking in a fast tempo and a bit high pitched.  People mistake this type of barking as aggression.  When most often this type of barking is just a reaction to being overly stimulated, overwhelmed, fearful or frightened...these dogs are often insecure and telling the other dogs to stay away. Trainers call this type of barking re-activity.  Certainly, sometimes a dog is barking because they are aggressive.  When a dog is being aggressive they are showing their teeth, lips pulled back, ears pinned and they mean business.  Most barking from dogs in high stimuli environments is fearful barking.  These dogs need help and with time, positive reinforcement training and socialization they will come to realize that no one, human or canine, means them any harm.

So there you go - B.A.R.F.  I think this is a fun acronym and one most people won't forget.  So the next time you hear a dog bark...investigate...think it through...our dogs are often barking for a reason, it's up to the human to figure out why.

Happy trails everyone!




Monday, November 17, 2014

Let's Walk


This cute wooden rack hangs by my back door.  Lots of different collars (many with bandanas!) and leads ready and waiting for our next walk.  Did you ever look at something and have a flood of memories hit all at once...out of no where?  I thought about how very much I love to take a walk and how much walking with those I love was such a big part of my life.

My Grandma, Mom, Dad and Sister all loved to take walks! I remember when I was quite young, holding my Mom's hand swinging our arms as we sang on our walk to her work.  We lived in town and walked a few blocks up to the town square and the small diner where she worked as a waitress.  Faber's was quite a popular place where you could get a G-burg Special with fries and a drink for a couple dollars. Her boss, Mr. Faber was a very kind man and loved kids.  Which was a very good thing as often I would sit behind the counter on a big potato chip can while my Mom waited on customers.  Being a single mother, Mom would often be in a crunch for babysitters and I would have to wait for my Grandma, Aunt or Sister to come pick me up.  I loved those walks.

I remember my Sister and I walking that same route to visit Santa Claus.  His house was just off the town square right in front of the National Bank.  It seemed back then, you know way back in the 70's, we would get a bunch of snow at Christmas time.  It was wonderful and so beautiful and as a kid I always looked for the biggest drifts to walk through.  My sister would fuss at me and say "you're going to get snow in your boots and I'm not carrying you!"  Invariably I would get snow in my boots and beg my sister for a piggy back ride the rest of the way.  Although, she tried valiantly to stick to her guns, she would eventually give in and carry me.  We would stop into Faber's for the best homemade Hot Chocolate you ever tasted before the trek home.

My Grandmother would take me each week with her to her hair dresser appointment.  This was back in the day that a trip to the hair dressers was a highlight.  A place to get all the latest "news" of the week!  This little salon was located in the front of the house of the lady who did my Grandma's hair, just a couple blocks from our house.  What a sweet memory walking with my Grandma.  It would seem that I always had a ton of questions for her during our walks.  She was so good and tried to answer all of them, but I knew when she tired of all my questions as she would start saying "because Barbara it just is..." or "because I said so...." and that was my cue to stop asking so many questions.

When my Dad would come and visit my sister and I, he would always take us for a walk.  Most often on the Battlefield and we would talk and catch up.  His visits were often unannounced and a surprise.  Often I would just see him walking up our sidewalk.  "Dad's here!"

As I grew older, I was the resident dog walker!  I took our dogs on walks all through our little town and on the Gettysburg Battlefield.  What happy memories with dogs past and present on those familiar sidewalks, trails and paths!


Today was our first big snow fall of the season and I could hardly wait to get out and take a walk in the beautiful white snow!

I yelled, "let's walk" and I had two beautiful tri colored faces - Alli and Ezra, greet me with enthusiasm and off we went!

Happy Trails everyone!

Monday, November 3, 2014

Thankful for...your Friendship!


A recent picture of our pack...missing one.  Hard to go back to our favorite place the first time without our littlest member, Libby.  Although dogs live so beautifully in the moment, I do have to say I felt a sense of the dogs missing Libby as well.  Both Ezra and Alli collie stayed close by us. These two, close...our two adventurers right by our side?  Interesting.  Libby was always by our side, right with us as we walked and Ezra and Alli were the ones to sniff out the chipmunks and run ahead blazing the trail.  Did they feel the need to stay by us, to take up Libby's place?  Did Libby staying close - watching over us - allow them the freedom to explore?  I don't know for sure, but I do believe they were trying to figure out how to accomplish this new way of walking...without our friend.  So were we, Matthew and I...but we did it and we did it together.

As we walked, almost with each step, my heart started to fill with such wonderful memories of our times here with our dogs, with Libby.  Matthew and I shared our thoughts together of all the many fun, sweet memories.  I started feeling this tremendous warmth of thankfulness, for the gift of sharing my life with Libby, with dogs.  Since before I can remember, my life has been graced with a dog or dogs sharing my days.  I do understand those who feel the pain of loss so strongly that they declare they will never go through "that again".  I feel for them, as I do truly know their pain, it's real and it's hard.  But, try as I might, I just can't think of life without them.  The wonderful ways in which dogs have enriched my life are almost too numerous to name...my sweetest friends.

As I was about to burst with a thankful heart, I thought how appropriate...for this month of November.  A time to be thankful.

I'd like to share some of the ways dogs have made my life richer.  Anyone who knows me knows how very thankful I am for my human family...my husband, my kids and now my grandkids are my most precious gifts.  They are number one and bless me beyond compare!  But, it's okay to thank those furry paws who climb into our hearts in ways that are so loving and so pure.  So here goes....

I am thankful for...
the love,
listening so intently while I shared my heart - whether it was breaking or about to overflow with joy,
for sitting up with me while taking care of my sick little ones, 
for helping me dry little tears and patch boo boos,
for getting out of your comfy bed to go with me on midnight runs to the kitchen for soda and crackers, for tylenol and water,
for snuggling with me when my fever spiked and somehow laying just right by my side to provide warmth and comfort to my aching back,
for seeing me at my worse and seeming not to even notice,
for dancing in the rain with me,
for sitting with me, just sitting together enjoying a sunny day, a beautiful sunset or watching the first snow fall,
for going with me to drop off the kids at school,
listening to all my worries, 
and keeping all my secrets, 
allowing me to cry in your fur,
and licking my tears,
for walking endless trails,
and taking wonderful journeys,
for being one of my greatest teachers,
for all the laughter, 
and all the fun...

...thank you, most of all, for being my friend.