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  • Birthday 04/13/1957

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    Maple Valley, WA
  1. Meg and I peeking in after three years or so.

  2. I checked. It has been 22 months since I've been on the boards. I looked for a recent introduction/re-introduction thread and not finding it, decided to let my greedy need to pour out some of this emotion loose on you all. Who better? My bright-eyed, sweet-hearted, split-faced ball retriever will be 4 yrs old in a few weeks. While contemplating this, I had a sudden surge of emotion - my 'chi' rose like a volcanic plug. Soft panicky thoughts - "Not much longer to have her companionship"......"what will I do without her ten years from now..." Being of a generally strong mind and constitution I slapped myself back to reality and looked at her beautiful form sleeping beside me on her pillow while I typed. My Meg. She didn't pick a very trainable human, and she did pick me - she wasn't a rescue. Her father even gave his consent by peeing on me while I held her for the first time. Meg was the last born of the litter, a monkey of a climber, a little fearful of everything but humans, and not willing to buy into the idea that food is a treat. When we brought her home at 8 weeks she was the same size as our three month old boxing feline fluff ball and the two of them seemed to have agreed from the start, that they would do the Tom and Jerry Show when we were looking, but curl up and tell secrets to one another when we weren't. She crate trained well and developed a keen sense of what is hers and what is not, but it took two years to housebreak her completely, and we have never succeeded in total recall. Meg drags a very light cloth leash the two hours she runs, plays, landscapes and explores full tilt everyday. I have a pocket of tricks to recover her when she is being willful and my two loving outstretched arms for her to return to when she is momentarily tired. She will defend me against bears and mountain lions and spring robins, but approaches all people and other dogs in submissive mode, until even the slightest bit encouraged to mock bite their cheek or run for a ball. When truly scared, she hides behind me. In urban environments we have her on a pinch collar, in parkland she's on a 30ft retractable leash. With the exception of an emergency down, Meg is too much like her mother to snap to a command with the air of a professional - she is simply perpetually a bit of child. Cesar Milan would not approve - especially not of my husband and I freezing under bits of bedding because we don't have the heart to push her off our end of the comforter. When I announce, "Night, night" all three of us race downstairs tripping over each other to get the best spot on the bed. Vacuum cleaning is only allowed on the day of the week she goes to doggie daycare. Just now she is at the top of the stairs, pricked ear, wide-eyed, watching the cat with a grin on her face. They are plotting their next escapade. Meg is only 35 lbs to the cat's 15, it just doesn't seem fair. While Meg sleeps in her living room soft side crate the cat closes in on her, and then "POW", a slam straight down on the snout. I can almost hear her saying "Princess, my fluffy butt!". They fly... if it weren't for the gouges in the maple floors I'd swear the two of them never touched the ground. Blue streaks and whizzing air. Meg knows the names of all of her toys and trots around like a four month old puppy with her tail curled gaily over her rump recpveromg them and putting them away when I ask her to. She uses squeaky toys, her piercing stare, and several body positions to have discussions with me. She even tells me jokes of a sort and we bargain. She is never far from me and can not stand not be included in just about anything. I cave more than I should - the look of disappointment on her elegant face cores you like an apple. She is so beautiful. Shinning everything. I have never known any animal to be as loving as this dog. From early morning and late night belly kissing and mutual snout rubs, to jumping up into my husbands arms and pressing her forehead against his to welcome him home. While not a couch 'cuddle bear', she is extremely sweet and indefatigably playful with everyone. Here she comes. She will stop to lick my knee on her way back to her pillow. My Meg. Its nice to be back here. Hello everyone. Heidi
  3. I can't imagine having Meg sleep elsewhere. Sometimes she gets tired of waiting for us and gets there before us, but other nights when she goes to sleep in her crate on in the living room on her chair or floor blanket we wake her up when we go down to bed with a call 'Ni-Ni Meg'. I know it sounds ridiculous, but she was a little puppy once. Meg bolts up and races my hubby downstairs to flop down on his side of the bed. He gets in a pushes her over with great difficulty till the both of them are blissfully nestled and warm. Sox comes in for little stints through the night to burrow under my covers and curl up with me after clawing her way down my body. Yes this cuts in to our intimacy. Meg doesn't like to be left out of anything. And when coyotes and racoons and cougers are in the bedroom yard Meg wakes us with a long loud ba-roo-roo-roo!! gasp ba-roo-roo-roo!! But we are a pack. I can't imagine waking up and her not being there.
  4. We had Meg's teeth done last year when I had her bone xrays done to see if there was anything we needed to take into consideration. I will probably do this again this year. Meg doesn't eat raw, she eats high quality canned dog food for the most part. She isn't a fan of having her teeth brushed so that happens about once every week and a half or so. Not the best report card for us I know. Anesthesia, xrays and teeth cleaning were about 450 together.
  5. I am so sorry for your loss Cheri. We will all be thinking of you.
  6. Update on Meg, sorry that it has taken so long to get back. We're still not sure what was wrong with Meg, but the more regular her routine becomes, the fewer moments of odd behavior we see. She's pretty much back to normal now, and none of her tests were postitive. The upside to all of this is that she seems to be more obedient, tolerant and well-mannered. Dave joked with me yesterday that it might have been an epiphany she had one night when she realized that she wasn't a puppy any longer. Wish us luck!
  7. Four weeks ago, Meg started favoring one of her legs a little at the end of an exercise session. We checked her over, watched her, she seemed ok but was not resting easily that night. The next day she was on three legs bouncing around like a congenital threg (threeleggeddog). I made an apointment with the vet, and in her cutomary fashion she turned into a ball of fear which made it difficult for the vet to assess her. They gave us an analgesic/antiinflamatory and set her for a general anesthesia/xray/potential surgery for her cruciate ligament saying that IF that was the cause, THEN they would do surgery. But nothing seemed to be wrong. The perscription for the week was 0 exercise until her appointment. To say that I was shocked by Meg's cheerful compliance with 0 exercise is putting it midly. She's much more obedient now. Never in my wildest dreams did I think she could go without at least two hours of running, bobbing, hunting, springing, jumping... She rebounded within a day, we took her off the medication a few days before the vet appointment. Still nothing but a happy, polite cat terrorizing, toy chewing little girl. So we decided not to put her through general anesthesia and keep her grounded for another week of observation of walks and very light play. Week three we started bringing her back up to about half her exercise level. This is the fourth week and strange things have started to happen. She alternates between being my bouncing baby - pu-leeeeeze lets go play prima donna to Meg the Vaccum Invader victim, running around the house in terror, shaking, sleeping, curling up beside me in a little ball. She has been eating normally, but threw up bile the other morning. In the last couple of days I find her on the concrete pad at the bottom of the stairs outside our bedroom door, shaking like a leaf. Within a half hour with me she is fine. But may revert to that posture a few times during the day. She showed no signs of distress while exercising or immediately after, and I ramped her up to 3/4 normal activity. She does however keep looking at her mid section/butt area. Our theories have run the gamut from increased mountain lion/coyote pressure, to a splinter somewhere, to a stomach ache. It makes sense for Meg to act fearful when she has a pain of unknown origin. She was fine this morning, had an excellent full on morning exercise session, but her rather copious stool was very green with a bilish discharge. No visible signs of worms. I'm calling the vet today and have collected the sample. I was wondering if any of you have had this kind of experience and if anyone knows if a dog can get an ulcer from stress - like not getting her exercise.
  8. Meg is 35-36lbs. 38 lbs dripping wet, with mud, gravel, sand, and a belly full of lunch.
  9. I also have a Pet Gear crate. We replaced our huge wire frame with this size..... http://www.amazon.com/Pet-Gear-Soft-Sided-...d_sim_k_title_2 Meg is only about 38 lbs when she's wet. This suits her perfectly. It has enough structural integrity that my cat can sleep on top. It sits in the living room next to my easy chair facing toward the center of the room. She uses it all day long...we keep the mesh flap down and unzipped. She LOVES IT. After a few wary smells, it became home more than her previous crate had ever been. It is without question 'hers'. I would recommend this to anyone. It is important to note that Meg is a relentless child that will go through steel plate and bound 7 foot walls to get in or out of what she wants. She has never even scratched the walls of this crate.
  10. Since my mojo is latest of all, its for River to use as a sheild for the future. xxxx
  11. In this case, I think neglect may very well have worsened the life your 'soft' dog and magnified the tendencies. You really can't know. Riley's behavior could however, have absolutely nothing to do with 'abuse'. Often, people who have no experience with a natively soft dog attribute it to something external influence when there may not be anything out of the ordinary in the dog's past. For a soft dog ordinary things can be way stressful. Meg had excitement stress piddling whenever she got around lots of people, or went into dogs stores. Gradually it went away by the time she was about a year old. When she four weeks old, she was the only one of the litter that climbed up to a person's shoulders when you held her. I thought that was a sign of dominance, and in some ways perhaps it is, but I'm pretty sure now that her 'brat' dominant behavior comes from her trying to be 'tough'. She has ALWAYS dropped to the ground, stuck her tail under her and siddled up to other dogs with a lowered head and a ready hesitant cheek kiss until she feels comfortable. Big 'bringing home a baby bumblebee' dogs (sorry for the cartoon reference) tend to overwhelm her and she does anything she can to make herself small and protected. She is not fear agressive at all, just plain scared. It really has a lot to do with the dog, but in general she prefers the company of people....they can throw balls. Meg is even more afraid however of power tools and the very worst of all things in the world, the vaccum cleaners. Stiff as a board. If she could run away to another state when she sees one just standing there, not even plugged in, she would. She will start remvoing her toys from the yard and hiding them downslope if we run the vacuum when she's home. Now, you could say that I have traumatized her perhaps. We had to leave her alone during work hours for a few weeks in her third month, and then she has been at an extremely good doggie daycare one to three days a week ever since, usually just one these days so that I can vacuum the house and give her time with her pals. We have been slowly remodeling our house ever since she arrived. She had six litter mates and was the runt. We have bears and bobcats and coyotes and mink and two big dogs up the hill and a BC, cattledog, Aussie clan at the corner property that we pass on the way home. Oh and she is constantly being tortured by Sox, her cat. Sox insists on waiting till Meg is asleep and then punching her to get her to chase her, until Meg captures her with a paw over the belly. Sox is allowed to get up when Meg has had a full face bath. Oh, and once in a while we use a harsh voice with her. She gets so unbelievably excited to see my husband when he comes home from work that she forgets to be careful with her paws when she pets him and is relentless about it. And me well, I have a low tolerance for frustration and pull out the loud 'NO'! way too often because she delights a little too much in trying to outsmart me when it is time to come in. But this is a happy, loved, healthy, playful, beautiful, intelligent, miraculous, loving, well exercised BC that is sometimes scared to death. It is really hard not to feel like you are failing your 'soft' dog. It is really easy to look for some root 'abuse' as the cause...I'm telling you about Meg because I want you to understand that there could be no 'causative' agent at all. I think a few session with an animal behaviorist may do wonders for you. In our case....I don't think Meg will ever warm up to machines.
  12. Good for you Salem's mom. You have a wonderful head on your shoulders. But you've gone and made me - I can't believe I'm going to say this- yearn for another puppy. Whaaaaaaaaaa. (No worries, sense will prevail.) Welcome!!!to all of you!
  13. You are very lucky that your dog digs instead of pole vaults without a pole. Meg will jump a 7 foot fence or chew through it, use wire cutters or claw it to shreds if she wants to get to the other side. Since I consider our perimeter indefensible, she does not go out without one of us. She is not crated when we leave her for up to four or five hours and she is extremely well behaved in the house. On rare exceptions she has been crated for longer but only once or twice in her two years. Doggie day care or home visit is our preferred solution. Luckily I'm home these days.
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