Watching this dog tonight: if you told me that three days ago Skye had major surgery, I would be hard pressed to believe you.
Her ‘adjustment to pet status’ is out pacing her convelecence. On Wednesday, I picked her up after her surgery and the vet tech said, ‘keep her quiet for two weeks. No problem, I thought. She is still pretty anxious and even in the yard she sticks right with me. Or used to.
Tonight, before I could stop her, she jumped over a 30″ stone wall to get into the garden and hunt chipmunks with the other two Britts. No problem, they were just walking around and ‘tracking.’
Then, just that quick she was running in the yard. She has decided that my female, Shelby, is a good buddy for a ‘perimeter check’ on the yard.
Then, of all things, she decided to playfully harass my male, Nim. Sheesh.
Inside she eagerly had a treat with the others. Another first here.
Finally, everyone is back in the house, preparing for a pre-bedtime map.
Perhaps it’ll be harder keeping hat ‘down’ the next week than I thought.
Last week was marked by daily improvements. She is now eating regularly and indoor ‘accidents’ are getting more infrequent.
Skye endured a new adventure. A long planned trip to Michigan to visit family over the fourth came, and we decided to go ahead and bring her (and the other 2 Britts + 1 Mini Schnauzer) along.
She had her moments. The RV was her ‘safe place’ and she’d retreat in there when feeling anxious. She did well in the midst of a lot of new people and the usual July 4 fireworks via the lake cabin neighbors.
What was most exciting was that on the exercise runs she regularly left my side and explored and ran with my female Britt, Shelby.
She got to sniff out goose feathers, sip lake water, cautiously wade in the lake, back her friend Shelby (who was pointing a mourning dove) and generally learn more about being a pet.
Tomorrow is a big day. I hope it doesn’t send her for too big a loop. She is scheduled for her spay procedure.
A week ago my friends at American Brittany Rescue sent out an urgent appeal. Seven Brits were removed from a breeder in western PA. Two had significant health issues and stayed with a volunteer there. The other five made their way to other fosters, two as far as New Jersay, one to our house.
Skye is an AKC Brit who is 7 years old. For the first day she panted, paced incessantly, and cowered with any kind of attention. She didn’t eat for two days. She has no idea how to be a pet. This is my first experience with fostering, but intiuition tells me she just needs a calm, secure environment to begin her adjustment to the ‘good life.’
Slowly she has been coming around. It’s been a week and a half now. She is eating, exploring the big, fenced, back yard on her own. My two Brittanys accepted her quickly and she is getting much more comfortable with them.
Because of of her anxiety, I’ve been slowly and gently enforcing the house rules. I see, in the faces of my other Brits, the same face I made at my fatherwhen he permitted my children some behavior she never would have allowed with me. “Who are you, and what have you done with dad?”
Those rules, however will be enforced, increasingly, as her capacity for it increases. For now, a nap on the couch with my ABR adoption, Shelby, seems about right.
“Pedigree indicates what the animal should be. Conformation indicates what the animal appears to be. But performance indicates what the animal actually is.” Anonymous
Summer is a time when I end up exercising dogs. And giving the furminator a workout. Early in the morning we go to the farm for an hour run. It is satisfying to do a little tune up while there, when a ‘back’ command has both dogs turning on a dime. Last time out made me miss the training days.
I missed the check cords, bird launchers, the repetitions, and the whoa table. My female is 5 now and my male is 3.
I came home and announced, “two more years and it’s time for another Puppy.” To say the dear wife was horrified would not be an understatement.