Sunday, November 30, 2014

Ten Ways You Know You Are A Professional Dog Walker

Itha & Draug - Check this smell out!
  1. You know what just about any pup is trying to say to you by observing their body language.
  2. Sandy - Please, pet my belly!
  3. You have poop bags and a spare leash (or two... or three...) in almost every pocket most of the time even when you're not working... just in case.

    Phoebe - Let's just chill here for a bit, shall we?
  4. Someone says, "bitches, I tell ya, bitches!" and your favorite female pups pop into your head.

    Penny - That was a great walk!
    Sophie - I'm being patient... Can we go now?
  5. Someone says, "what a dog!" and your favorite male pups pop into your head.

    Stanley - I look great!
      HODOR - Throw the ball!!!

      Louie - Look at all the SNOW!
        1. The worst thing about winter isn't the cold or the snow, but all the layers you have to wear since throughout your day you'll be removing and adding layers due to slight shifts in the weather.
        2. The worst thing about summer isn't the heat, but all the sunblock you have to use.
        3. You KNOW you're going to get dog poop on you at some point this week and it barely fazes you.
        4. Your facebook feed is full of pictures of OPP - Other People's Pups!
        5. You are constantly covered in fur.

          Pennywhistle - Come here so 
          I can lick you!
        6. Your face is always clean --- puppy kisses!



          Thursday, July 3, 2014

          Tips on Pets and Fireworks (A less than ideal combination)


          "No, not fireworks!" Says Socko

          Happy Fourth of July!


          While we are out enjoying the independence this nation holds dear, please remember that our pets are often affected in a negative manner by fireworks. Even when we can't hear the BOOMS, they can. Also, the pressure can be felt in the air and they have no words to tell us how they feel. This can result in unusual behaviors including, but not limited to, the pet hiding, panting, running around, huddling close to the people they love and/or being more aggressive than usual.


          Here are a few things we can do for our companions:


            That's a good place to hide, Nemi!
          • Be patient and calm but do not make a fuss. If your animal sees that you aren't reacting to the noise and the pressure, it will encourage them not to be freaked out either.
          • If your pet finds a hiding place, leave them be. Sometimes the best thing they can do is wait it out.
          • A bit of soothing music or white noise can help calm their fears and drown the other sounds out. 
          • Don't leave them alone for too long. This will only add to their stress. 
          • If your pet wears a thunder shirt or anxiety wrap during storms, put it on them during the fireworks. 
          • Keep your pets inside. 
          • If you have to take your dog outside, be sure they are on a leash. Even if you do not  leave your yard, that extra bit of security to keep them safe in case they get startled could save your dog from running off. 
          • If they can be distracted, get them to focus on something they enjoy. (I.e. a game of fetch, a kong with yummies inside, some lettuce, chasing a feather wand, etc.) There's less room for fear if their minds are engaged elsewhere.

          Lettuce distract Piglet!


          What do you do to help your pets during the Fourth of July or other scary times? 
          Please share your tips in the comments! 
          Thanks!


          ADDITION
          A friend of mine pointed out this very helpful article that takes things a step further. With a bit of work, you can train your pets out of their fearful response. 
          Here, she explains it better:



          Thursday, June 12, 2014

          Why I, as a Professional Dog Walker, Refuse to Use Retractable Leashes

          I have been a professional dog walker for over three years. In that time, I have taken at least 5,000 walks (probably more) with a variety of breeds. Before my dog walking career, I was a Humane Educator, an Intake Counselor, an Adoption Counselor and an Animal Care Technician at a local animal shelter. The stories I heard there combined with my own research and my experiences have all led me to not trust retractable leashes. This is why I, as a professional dog walker, will always bring along at least two standard leashes in order to avoid ever having to use a retractable leash. 

          Below are the details of why I will not use a retractable leash.





          The Handle 

          This is the portion of the leash with which I have the most problems. I walk lots of dogs, one right after the other, in all sorts of weather. This means I'm sometimes wearing gloves, my hands get sweaty, I'm often covered in dog slobber, I have many keys to deal with, I might be walking two or three dogs at a time, I have to pick up poop, etc, etc, etc. 

          The hand that's holding the retractable leash cannot do much more than hold the leash. With a regular leash, I can loop the end around my wrist and still use my hand knowing that the dog is secured. With a retractable, if I need to use that hand for any reason, I have to put the handle of the leash down or shove it insecurely under my arm or in a pocket. Either of those options are tempting fate. (And by "fate", I'm referring to the distractible nature of dogs. Oh look! A squirrel!) 

          The handle can be difficult to hold. If it gets wet from sweat, slobber or rain, that plastic becomes slippery. If I'm wearing gloves, my grip is not going to be as secure on the plastic as it is when I have a nylon leash.  If the dog starts pulling, I don't have as strong of a hold on that big hunk of plastic as I do with  a regular leash that I can wrap around my hand, something you do not want to do with a retractable leash. 

          The handle, if dropped, can frighten the dog. That plastic can make a loud sound on concrete or brick. It is probably not going to be very loud if it lands on grass, but it might thump against a tree or something and startle the pup. On one of my walks, I actually saw this following scenario happen:
          A small older lady was bent over picking up poop when her Silky Terrier spotted me coming with the Shiba Inu I was walking. The Silky got overly excited and lunged towards us. The woman almost fell over and dropped the leash. The sound of the plastic hitting the pavement scared the Silky. She ran off getting more and more upset as the leash bounced after her. We were, fortunately, on a street that had little traffic. I was able to grab the leash as the Silky ran past and returned her to the woman who was in a panic. This whole scenario could have ended much worse. 

          The Retraction Button

          The problem I have with the button is that it does not always work and, when it does, it is a pain to regulate. I understand that the idea behind the Retractable Leash is that it gives the dog the opportunity to roam. I am all for a dog being able to run around and roam while in a yard or at a dog park but not while on a walk. On the rare occasions when I have had to use a retractable leash, I locked the leash at a certain length so that the pup would not end up in traffic or under a bush with who knows what other critters.

          Unfortunately, locking it can cause another problem. With it locked, the leash is slack and if the dog comes back towards me, s/he can then wrap it around me. I have been fortunate and have not received an injury from a leash wrap. Others have not been so lucky and have sustained rope burns, lacerations and even amputations. (Please refer to the articles I have linked below.*)

          Another problem occurs when the button fails to work. This can be the fault of the manufacturer, the walker's finger either not compressing the button hard enough or slipping off of it or just a matter of regular wear and tear. Unlike the wear and tear on a standard leash, the mechanism for the button is in the plastic casing so it is not possible to see when it's getting worn down. No matter where the fault lies, the end result can be devastating. When I worked at the shelter, I heard different tales in which dogs got injured, and in one case died, because the button failed to work. In one of the stories, two dogs got into a fight when the walkers thought they were far enough away from each other but the dog on the retractable leash managed to snap the button and suddenly had a lot more leash to work with. Another owner had tried to lock the leash as the dog ran after a squirrel. The leash just kept spooling out despite the lock button being pressed and the dog was hit by a car and died as his owner watched not five feet away still holding that leash.

          The Leash Itself

          As I mentioned earlier, the leash wrapping around you can lead to rope burns, lacerations and amputations. Retractable Leashes will often have this warning, or something similar, on the plastic casing:


          This, by itself, makes me not want to use that leash. The unfortunate thing is, since they put this warning on the leash, the manufacturer can say that you're at fault because your dog was uncontrollable. But even the best dogs, like people, have bad days and bad things happen. I will always do my best to minimize the potential for things going wrong. If that means I have to carry around extra leashes, then I carry around extra leashes.



          I am around more dogs and more dog situations than most people and that is why I wrote this. I feel that everyone should be informed about the hazards of retractable leashes. I am including *four articles that explain the hazards of using retractable leashes:






          Monday, February 10, 2014

          A Letter to Peanut: The Not-So-Pregnant Cat

          This is a difficult story to tell. But this is also an important story to tell.

          Peanut
          Dear Peanut,

          I wish I could have done more for you. I know the truth about animal rescue lies deep in the heart of everyone who's ever tried. It's this truth that breaks our hearts: We can't save everyone.

          The shelter I foster through got a call from a woman in her car. After calming her down, the receptionist found out that she'd seen a cat running across a busy street with a jar stuck on her head. The police of that town were called, but catching a freaked out cat with a jar on its head was about as easy as catching the wind. But they persevered and the cat was caught. She was brought into the shelter after hours... with the jar still on her head.

          At the shelter, the peanut butter jar was removed. The vet checked her over and found that all the hair had been rubbed off her left ear and it was infected. She would need medication. It was also determined that she was pregnant.

          And that's where I came in... literally. I walked into the shelter, returning my latest set of foster kittens, and was asked to take this kitty home with me.

          This would be my first pregnant kitty! I was nervous and excited. All the other foster families said the mama would know what to do and all I had to do was give her safe place for her to give birth. I set up three soft and cushy nesting areas in our kitten fostering room. 

          We named her Peanut for the peanut butter jar. She wasn't aggressive, nothing more than a few hisses when she got startled, but she was feral. Every time anyone came in the room, she hid. She tolerated me touching her and even putting ointment on her wounded ear, but she didn't like it. I would spend hours in the room with her. I would sit by where she was hiding and read to her aloud. After a while, she would visibly relax and seemed to become more comfortable with the sound of my voice. But she never came over to me; she never sought my attention.

          She was incredibly skinny (we're talking skin and bones!) when we got her. The vet seemed to think that she'd have her kittens within a week. When that didn't happen, we figured that it only seemed like she was that far along in her pregnancy because of how skinny she was. She was putting on weight and getting healthier day by day, so we gave her more time.

          At just a month of her not giving birth, we had plans to take her in to have the vet make sure everything was okay. That evening, she made some horrible meowing sounds. I kept checking on her. But every time I opened the door, she hid. Much to her disapproval, I checked her over. The next morning,  I opened the door to her room and stepped in goo. She had lost her mucus plug! According to my research, she should have her kittens with in twelve to twenty-four hours. But a day went by and nothing. So I took her in to the shelter to see the vet.

          The vet checked her over and determined that she wasn't pregnant after all. She may have had a false pregnancy or there was a possibility that since she was so unhealthy, the fetuses had been reabsorbed or it might have merely been that it seemed like she was pregnant because her uterus was swollen. He also detected a mass that might have added to the confusion. At the shelter, they didn't have the equipment to assess the mass.

          Then came the hardest part... The operations manager at the shelter sat me down and said she would support whatever decision I made, but I needed to be realistic. Her health wasn't stable and she wasn't becoming anymore social. Even if I took her home to foster her, even if we managed to raise the money to pay for some risky procedures, even if she survived, even if we found a home for her, she would not have a good quality of life and would have a stressed out existence. Even if I adopted her and could afford to pay her medical bills, I had to consider how having a feral cat would affect everyone - cats and humans - living in my house. Setting her free in the wild wasn't an option. The shelter I work with doesn't do that. Plus we knew she was not well and wouldn't survive.

          I cried. It broke my heart, but I had to make the decision to let her go. This kitty that I had spent so much time with... Thankfully, the euthanasia went smoothly and she died peacefully.

          I wish I could have done more for you, Peanut. I will never forget you.
          j9