THE WALK - From Luna's Point of View

I don't know a life other than the life I have with Leanne. I don't spend any time thinking about, or remembering, my life before her. I don't even think about what we did yesterday. I do whatever Leanne is doing and whatever she asks me. I hate when she tells me to "Come" when I'm totally excited about what's in the dirt in the courtyard. And I even more totally hate when she tells me to "Drop" the clump of wonderfulness I've found in the courtyard. But I love her more than the dirt, so I do what she says.

Leanne smells so good. She's almost always happy and smells the best when we're outside together. It makes me so happy to walk with her. She smells extra good then. One of the things I like best about Leanne is she doesn't say a lot to tell me what she wants. Now, I'm not saying she doesn't talk. She talks to me All. The. Time. She talks to Foster Dog all the time too. She talks to us about everything. Ev. Ree. Thing. But someone Leanne knows noticed something about how we get ready to walk and I thought it was weird that the person thought we were weird. I think we're awesome. Leanne tells me I'm awesome like 700 times a day.



Foster Dog and I were sitting in the mudroom as Leanne got our collars and leashes and FD's coat on. She's always so happy and calm and it makes me happy how she's so gentle with the collar and how she has me wait away from the door in case someone comes in so I don't get hurt. Someone did come in that day and both FD and I got excited and stood up and wagged our tails. Leanne said, "Ah Ah Ah," and showed us the hand signal for sit. The person said, "Oh! Are you guys getting ready for a walk?!?" in this super loud sing-songy voice and we got up again. Leanne gave us the Stop/Stay signal and said really quietly, but not whispering, "Yes, we're getting ready and we start our walk only when we're calm." FD and I looked at Leanne and looked at the person and looked at Leanne, and we sat down. The person said, "Wow! My dog goes crazy jumping on me if I even walk near his leash! You're dogs are so quiet! That is so weird! How did you get them to do that?!" Leanne said, "Well, we do this every day, and I tell them what to do with my eyes and hands more than my mouth." The person said, "Oh... Weird." I don't think the person really wanted to know.

Leanne doesn't yell at us...except when Foster Dog runs out of the yard or when I go deer poop hunting. She barely says anything to us when we're getting ready to walk, and she definitely doesn't talk as loudly as that person in the mudroom did. She smells calm, moves smoothly and surely, gets us and herself ready, makes us wait on the porch until she can shut the door, and then we walk. I love it.

We never miss a day. Sometimes Leanne isn't home and Jason tries to walk with us. He likes to take pictures of us and send them to Leanne. Foster pulls on the leash thingy a lot more with Jason than he does with Leanne. It's funny. Jason really likes to walk with us, but no one smells as happy walking with us than Leanne. I'm happy when she's happy and I'm happy when I'm outside so it's perfect.

THE WALK Continues

I've typed it here many times. I love walking with my dogs. I am happiest when I am walking in the woods with my dogs and no day truly begins until we have walked together. I love everything about walking. I feel fortunate to have the physical strength to walk, and I appreciate all my senses that experience the outdoors. I love using my eyes to see the trees and the wildlife in my neighborhood. The feel of the grass and the pavement and the leaves under my feet makes me feel secure. The dogs often alert me to the direction from which the nature sounds we hear came, and the smells and even the tastes in the air are distinct to each season. Being outside, walking with my dogs, is a complete and perfect experience for me.

It is a complete experience because walking isn't just a physical experience for me. It is an emotionally recharging one, and it deepens the bond between me and my dogs.

Dogs have been domesticated, yes, but just as humans have "primal instincts" and needs, dogs do as well. Dogs need to migrate and work for their food and water. Dogs need a job; a place within the pack. Within a pack of dogs there are more followers than leaders, and the followers trust that the leader will provide for them. I am the leader in my pack and pretty much everything my dogs need in a day comes from me, and in subtle and obvious ways, they work for it. One of the ways they work for their meals is to follow me on a walk. They don't pull me down the street. They don't resist and prevent us from walking. They don't criss-cross in front of me or decide where we're going. They follow me, and together we enjoy the journey.



My dogs didn't come into our family with what I call "leash manners." Luna had been on very few walks in her 10 months of life before becoming our Perfect Peanut. Foster Dog, at 2 years old, had spent half of his life in a shelter, and the other half living we-don't-know-how before becoming our Fosse. With patience, leash accommodations, and encouragement for behavior I like, I now can walk down any street, any wooded path, in any county park, or any public space and know that my dogs will follow me. Luna is so experienced, she will follow without a leash. Foster and I are still working on that part of our relationship. It's not like you'll never see me telling me dogs, "We're going this way. Come on. Let's go. Foster, get down," but I don't have to avoid any area because my dogs will run away or because they don't like other dogs or because someone might get hurt. It's wonderful to have nature open to you.

And that is what structured, purposeful walking does: it strengthens your relationship with your dog. It binds us into a family. Knowing that we will walk each day, at least twice, shows my dogs they can count on me to provide them with the physical and mental stimulation they need, enjoy and crave. My dogs and I grow closer and stronger with each walk, with each day.

THE WALK - January 1, 2012

I am starting the year of I'm a D.O.G.! topics with the most important one to me: The Walk. For my dogs and I, our day does not truly begin until we have walked. We walk every day. Yes, every day.


Luna looks to me about what we're doing next...at this time, Foster was still learning...and very interested in the nighttime critters he surely smelled in the yard.

There are several components to walking with your dog, and I believe the most essential is the "with." I don't believe in taking my dogs for a walk, or my dogs walking me, or it being my dogs' walk. It is our walk. We walk together.

Sure, there are tools for walking, and you need time for walking, and you need energy for walking, but if you have a dog, then you have everything you need for the best way to start every day.

When Foster Dog came into our family, he didn't seem to understand that we wake up and we walk. I would get up, and get dressed, and he would still be lying down with sleepy eyes.



Even Luna's role model behavior of waking up with me, and waiting patiently, didn't register with FD. Once Luna & I were "suited up," we'd get Foster and he'd realize it was a good idea to follow us. It took him about two weeks to really realize that we wake up, Leanne gets dressed, and we walk. He wakes up and hops up now, knowing The Walk is our morning routine.

Each day this week, the dogs and I will walk. Along the way, we'll report about what The Walk means to each of us and why it's the foundation of our family.

2012 Plan

I feel I would be happy spending all my time with dogs, my dogs in particular. My plan for 2012 is to at least spend more time with I'm a D.O.G.! I plan to pick a topic each week and report on it as I work on it.

How handy that 2012 starts on a Sunday.
My first topic will be revealed then!

Foster Dog & Luna - My Dogs
Mine Mine Mine and I'm Theirs

SOMETIMES I'M ALONE, BUT I AM NEVER LONELY

I feel alone a lot. It's ok. I'm not the only person to love a dog. I'm not the only person to want to learn about being a fantastic leader for my dogs. I am the only person who is constantly observing my dogs. I am constantly watching Foster Dog. I am watching him for signals of how he is adjusting to, and learning in, his new life.

"New." I know Foster Dog has been with us nearly six months. I still feel like he's "new." I'm still getting to know him. Two nights ago, I learned he is intense and still unsure. We were on our evening walk and we encountered an unsure dog who charged and barked at us and backed away continuing to bark. That dog was on our right, Foster's favorite side, so I led Foster to walk behind me and to my left side to put myself between him and Luna and that dog. Foster was quite interested in that dog. Foster's ears were perky and he was looking to stare down that dog. Because that dog had backed away after charging, I felt confident that he was unsure and just barking to alert us to stay away. Foster's stare down could be the next step to a fight if I didn't remain calm and keep myself between everyone. That dog continued to bark and charge and retreat and I put my right hand up to communicate "Stop" to him as we continued walking by. Foster was pulling on the leash and darting his head from in front of me to behind me to in front of me to behind me. I stepped a little to the left to snap him out of his stare and, not on purpose, stepped on one of his front feet. He made a noise that sounded like a combination of a yelp and a growl, and he sort of spun around as if a bug was biting his back. This showed me he was stressed. Frustrated and unsure.



We quickly passed that dog, who had stopped barking, and I stopped us in some grass. Still keeping myself between my dogs and the direction of that dog, I said, "I got ya Foster Dog. I've got ya buddy," and kneeled down. Luna was her "whatever" self the whole time, but now thought maybe we were stopping for a treat break. Her ears became perky and she was very attentive. I told them both to lie down and we just paused for a minute. Foster Dog's ears went back and I thought, Ok, he's relaxed now. Only then did I give them each a little treat, and we continued with our walk. We stopped a few more times for treats and it was a great evening walk. Fun for us, and revealing to me. Foster Dog is still kind of "new." I've still got work to do in building our relationship.



Foster Dog has shown me several times that he is committed to us. I love when I call him and he approaches me with his head down and his ears back. He's coming to his Pack Leader! He also sweetly tucks his head under my chin when he's looking for a snuggle, just like a puppy or pack follower would do to his Mumma or Leader. He shows me that he knows I'm committed to him. It's a great feeling. What his behavior on that walk showed me though is that he, at times, still feels like he's out there on his own and is unsure if I'm there to protect him.



Dogs like that dog we encountered charge and bark from the school of The Best Defense Is A Good Offense, or I'll Bite You Before You Have A Chance To Bite Me. These academic programs can get a dog into a lot of trouble, but I understand the concepts. I'm working to teach Foster that I've got him covered and there's no need for him to be preemptive or respond. I've got it covered. It is my job to take care of him and everything we encounter. I tried to communicate that by putting myself between Foster and that dog, and by putting my hand up to Stop that dog. Most importantly, I tried to communicate safety and calm but not freaking out that a dog was barking and charging. I stayed calm, and Luna stayed calm, and with more experience, I think Foster Dog will stay calm. He's going to learn that I've got him covered and we're going to keep walking by barking dogs. Any dog that does approach us will be my responsibility because "I've got you covered Buddy!"



Some of the sweetest moments that show me Foster Dog is learning to love and trust us and be comfortable in his home involve Luna. Sweet Sweet Luna. Yesterday, as I snuggled my puppies who were lying on the floor near each other, Foster Dog tucked his head under my chin as a submissive pack member might, and Luna rolled over nearly on top of him to reveal her adorable belly and request a scratch. Yes, she too is a submissive pack member, but she's also very smart and intuitive and wouldn't reveal her belly without trust that I have her covered and without feeling comfortable that Foster Dog could handle her rolling on him! Then this morning, Foster laid down in the kitchen and rolled on his side. He was just so cute I had to get down on the floor and snuggle him. He wagged his tail...I love that. But even better, Luna walked over to see us and sniff him and Foster wagged his tail harder. Sometimes I'm alone, but I'm never lonely. There's love in this house!

WALKING AND BONDING

I've been told lately that I spoil my dogs. I ask the people who make this observation to tell me what I do that spoils my dogs, and I'm told things like, "You walk them all the time," or "They just are." Neither one of these responses makes any sense to me, nor does the observation that I "spoil"; whatever that means anyway. I think I meet the basic needs of my dogs. I exercise them physically and mentally, I feed them, and I encourage them to trust me by leading them to places and things that are beneficial to them. In short, I work each day to build a strong relationship with my dogs, with me as their leader and them as my followers. I don't see that as spoiling.

We do walk every day, usually multiple times per day. We spend approximately 2 hours walking together every day. The weather stops us only a handful of times each year. Honestly, my day doesn't truly start until I've walked with my dogs, and walking with them in the evening or before bed is a great way to wind down from the stresses of the day. The Walk is as much for me as it is for them and our relationship.


No matter the weather, we've got the gear and the motivation to be outside together.

I have specific requirements for our walk. My dogs must follow me. They are not to walk in front of me, or pull me to areas they want to sniff, or decide they want to stop and lie down. I decide when it's time to sniff and pee, not them. I've been told I'm too strict and The Walk should be The Dogs' Walk, meaning let them go wherever they want. I don't agree. I see The Walk as our time to bond as Leader and Followers, and I bet many of the people who let their dogs go wherever they want during a walk only walk one dog. I don't even want to imagine what it would be like on our 6 Dog Days if I let all the dogs go wherever they wanted and never follow me...uucchh...not enjoyable for anyone!


With one of our pals on a dog walking day. We're taking what we call a Shady Spot Break.

When I walk with my dogs, and I'm kind of particular in that I usually say I'm walking with them, not that I'm taking them, or I'm walking them, or that they're walking me. It's just a different attitude I like to start our walks with - We're Walking Together. Yes, I'm directing them, and yes, I expect them to follow me, but we're walking as a Pack, we're Together.

I use leashes frequently. Number One because Foster Dog and I are still working on our connection and bond - he would easily run into the swamp after swans or a chipmunk or a deer and not respond to my call. Number Two because I feel leashes often help me protect my dogs when I'm in areas where other people walk with their dogs who aren't as friendly as mine. Believe me, we are working on Foster Dog's manners in greeting dogs, but I am thankful to have observed him not respond with his mouth, but actually stand and tolerate the bad manners of dogs who have approached us by surprise. If I didn't have him on a leash, it would be more difficult for me to block the approach of another dog which could leave Foster feeling as if I am unable to protect him and that he's on his own. Protecting Foster, or merely controlling the approach of another dog or impolite human, shows him I see the bad manners of others and will control the interaction. It shows him he can trust me, that I'm always on his side, and that he doesn't need to respond in a way that could get all of us in trouble. I have told him several times, "I've got you covered, Buddy! No worries."


Pausing to document one of our many great days

Luna will follow without a leash, and one of our favorite things in the world to do is walk the Alligator Trail in Glen Arbor, Michigan. She with her backpack on, carrying all the things we need for the afternoon, and me with my walking stick. We are completely connected though there is no tangible fabric attaching us. It's one of my favorite feelings and I hope to create that with, and for, Foster too.


I told Luna to "Stay right there" so I could take a picture of her perfectness!



Foster Dog LOVES his very own backpack!

This is just what I do. These are my beliefs & values, and how I live them, and what I think is best for my family. I assume we're all trying to do what is best for our families. Walking every day, with structure and the purpose of bonding, is one of the best things I can do for my family. The bonus is that we love to do it! And by the way...


This is how some dogs look after a nice walk...

"FOSTER" MEANS "Of The Woods" NOT "Temporary" AROUND HERE

Once again, too much time has passed...
But enough about that; there is a story to tell.

The Pack has been pretty focused on Foster Dog for the last 4 months or so. He's needed our support to find his way into our family. We are asked two questions frequently.
1. "So, are you going to keep him?"
and
2. "Have you taught him any tricks?"

Answer Number One:
It never occurred to us that we wouldn't keep him. Sure, we were told we had to "foster" him for 2 weeks to make sure everyone meshed, but honestly, I didn't consider giving him back an option. I know that most people would have turned around and taken him back when he lunged at the dog in the parking lot 20 minutes after I met him. Or they would have taken him back when they found that he had been pooping in the Bonus Room. Or when he ate the 3 pounds of chicken off the counter - his Dream Day. Oh, and Fosse had a Dream Day #2 when he found the year-old Girl Scout Cookies in the bin in the back of the Saturn...some people probably would have taken him back to the shelter after that.

Or some people would have returned Foster Dog because he ran into the woods after a group of deer and was gone for 7 stressful minutes. But that's not Us. I look to myself and what I need to do differently to prevent those mistakes. Foster's mistakes are really my mistakes. And we've been working on them all!

Which brings me to Answer Number Two:
No, I haven't taught him any "tricks." Foster's been very busy learning Our Ways. Some of Our Ways include not jumping up and relaxing on the furniture; waiting at the top and bottom of the stairs until people have cleared them so there's no tripping; following me, not leading me, through doorways and on our walks; staying within the boundaries of our yard; not pulling on the leash; not jumping up on people when they arrive at our home, including not jumping up on us; giving me space in the kitchen while I'm cooking...it's a pretty big list. We've all been very busy teaching him and he's been very busy learning...and he's learning fast and well.

We decided to name him Foster because one of the meanings I read was "of the woods." That is perfection. We are not calling him Foster because we are a temporary family. We are calling him Foster and Foster Dog and FD and Fosse and Bobblehead McFosse and Buddy and Lovey Doodle and Dude because he is ours. And for the last month or so I've noticed that he knows he's ours...whenever I talk to him, or even look at him, he wags his tail. That kind of bond isn't temporary.