Photos by Dawn.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Thunderphobia Update
It has been about six weeks since Maisy started showing signs of thunder phobia. Hard to believe, really- she's made some amzaing progress in a really short period of time. Today I'll talk a little bit about where we started, what we've done, and where we are now.
As I mentioned a few weeks ago, Maisy's thunder phobia came on quickly. In the past, she's always been pretty chill about storms, barely noticing the noise, and often sleeping through them. But one night she... didn't. When the booms began, she pressed herself up as close to me as possible, started panting, and just quaked in fear.
Despite this heartbreaking behavior, I still feel fortunate for a number of reasons. For one thing, the reaction was relatively mild compared to that of other dogs. I was also catching (what I think was) the very first instance of fear, meaning that I could intervene in the problem very early on. I already had a proven situational anti-anxiety drug available, which meant that I didn't need to take her to the vet, get a prescription filled, and then hope that we chose the right med. In addition, I have enough knowledge and experience at this point to devise and implement a behavior modification plan. Finally, we have an established relationship with a veterinary behaviorist who could review that plan and make suggestions.
My very first action was to give Maisy her medication, which helped reduce the amount of fear she was feeling. Although training can obviously work without meds, if the dog is too stressed, it is much harder for it to be effective. Immediately after that, I started the tedious work of classical counter-conditioning. (See this post for a full explanation.) Simply put, for several weeks, every time I heard thunder, I gave Maisy a piece of tasty food. Although this has been exhausting (there have been nights I haven't gotten much sleep), by pairing the scary noise with something pleasurable, I have helped Maisy learn that the sound of thunder predicts good things, not bad. By changing her expectations in this way, her fear has gradually diminished.
I have been pretty low-key and matter-of-fact throughout this process. I believe that emotions are contagious, so the last thing I want to do is to behave in a way that would lead Maisy to believe that I am scared. While I'm not worried about reinforcing her fear, I also don't want to feed into it. By remaining calm, I help her feel more comfortable, not less.
Things have improved a lot. A couple weeks ago, we had an unexpected storm in the middle of the night. Maisy moved closer to me so that we were touching, but then she curled up and went back to sleep- no panting, no trembling, and no drugs or chicken needed to achieve that. (I probably should have continued our counter-conditioning, but she seemed okay and I was exhausted.) The next day, we played ball in the backyard while thunder rumbled in the distance. Maisy didn't even seem to notice; she ran around enthusiastically, her tail making giant circles the whole time. Occasionally she'd plop down to rest, the big grin on her face accompanied by relaxed ears and a slow, gentle wag.
These encouraging signs were not a fluke; we had a thunderstorm a few nights ago which Maisy once again slept through, so I feel very fortunate, indeed. Such dramatic progress does not come so easily to every dog. Although I definitely think my early intervention made a difference, I must admit that there are likely a few other factors at play. Truthfully, I wonder if her initial reaction had more to do with the level of stress around the house than anything else. Maisy is a pretty sensitive dog, and the mood in the house may have been just enough to push mild concern about the storm over into fear. Trigger stacking is real- and it isn't pretty.
No matter what caused her fear, I'm glad to see Maisy feeling more comfortable with storms. It's a terrible thing to see your dog scared and being unable to help. I know that Maisy and I got incredibly lucky in how quickly and positively she responded to my behavior modification plan.
For more information on thunder phobia, please see these posts by people smarter than I:
Blog post by Patricia McConnell
Informational post by Sara Reusche
Thunderphobia: A Case Study by Sara Reusche
As I mentioned a few weeks ago, Maisy's thunder phobia came on quickly. In the past, she's always been pretty chill about storms, barely noticing the noise, and often sleeping through them. But one night she... didn't. When the booms began, she pressed herself up as close to me as possible, started panting, and just quaked in fear.
Despite this heartbreaking behavior, I still feel fortunate for a number of reasons. For one thing, the reaction was relatively mild compared to that of other dogs. I was also catching (what I think was) the very first instance of fear, meaning that I could intervene in the problem very early on. I already had a proven situational anti-anxiety drug available, which meant that I didn't need to take her to the vet, get a prescription filled, and then hope that we chose the right med. In addition, I have enough knowledge and experience at this point to devise and implement a behavior modification plan. Finally, we have an established relationship with a veterinary behaviorist who could review that plan and make suggestions.
My very first action was to give Maisy her medication, which helped reduce the amount of fear she was feeling. Although training can obviously work without meds, if the dog is too stressed, it is much harder for it to be effective. Immediately after that, I started the tedious work of classical counter-conditioning. (See this post for a full explanation.) Simply put, for several weeks, every time I heard thunder, I gave Maisy a piece of tasty food. Although this has been exhausting (there have been nights I haven't gotten much sleep), by pairing the scary noise with something pleasurable, I have helped Maisy learn that the sound of thunder predicts good things, not bad. By changing her expectations in this way, her fear has gradually diminished.
I have been pretty low-key and matter-of-fact throughout this process. I believe that emotions are contagious, so the last thing I want to do is to behave in a way that would lead Maisy to believe that I am scared. While I'm not worried about reinforcing her fear, I also don't want to feed into it. By remaining calm, I help her feel more comfortable, not less.
Things have improved a lot. A couple weeks ago, we had an unexpected storm in the middle of the night. Maisy moved closer to me so that we were touching, but then she curled up and went back to sleep- no panting, no trembling, and no drugs or chicken needed to achieve that. (I probably should have continued our counter-conditioning, but she seemed okay and I was exhausted.) The next day, we played ball in the backyard while thunder rumbled in the distance. Maisy didn't even seem to notice; she ran around enthusiastically, her tail making giant circles the whole time. Occasionally she'd plop down to rest, the big grin on her face accompanied by relaxed ears and a slow, gentle wag.
These encouraging signs were not a fluke; we had a thunderstorm a few nights ago which Maisy once again slept through, so I feel very fortunate, indeed. Such dramatic progress does not come so easily to every dog. Although I definitely think my early intervention made a difference, I must admit that there are likely a few other factors at play. Truthfully, I wonder if her initial reaction had more to do with the level of stress around the house than anything else. Maisy is a pretty sensitive dog, and the mood in the house may have been just enough to push mild concern about the storm over into fear. Trigger stacking is real- and it isn't pretty.
No matter what caused her fear, I'm glad to see Maisy feeling more comfortable with storms. It's a terrible thing to see your dog scared and being unable to help. I know that Maisy and I got incredibly lucky in how quickly and positively she responded to my behavior modification plan.
For more information on thunder phobia, please see these posts by people smarter than I:
Blog post by Patricia McConnell
Informational post by Sara Reusche
Thunderphobia: A Case Study by Sara Reusche
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Maisy CD-C!
Maisy finished her CDSP Novice Obedience title yesterday. Here's her run:
She scored a 183, which is really quite good considering her... creative... heeling during the figure 8. I'm not sure what that was all about, although I have some ideas. Notably, I have done practically no training with her. I had good intentions, but I've been busy at work and something had to give. And since I enjoy hiking with her more than training, well... the training gave.
I had also given her a clonidine that morning, just to be safe. I did that partly because her favorite auntie and best doggie friend slept over the night before the trial (and good stress is still stress, after all), and because after the last trial, I thought maybe having it on board in advance would help. It did not. It's supposed to calm a dog down, and it calmed her just a bit too much. I think if she'd had more spunk, she wouldn't have lagged as bad. Oh well- now I know. We'll only use it when she's getting over the top.
I'm really pleased with her performance. Her heeling, while not great, really wasn't that bad. She absolutely nailed the honor exercise (I wish I'd gotten video!), and the judge complimented her very nice stand for exam.
Anyway, this means that my recovering reactive dog is now URO1 Maisy CD-C, RL2, RL1X, CGC.
She scored a 183, which is really quite good considering her... creative... heeling during the figure 8. I'm not sure what that was all about, although I have some ideas. Notably, I have done practically no training with her. I had good intentions, but I've been busy at work and something had to give. And since I enjoy hiking with her more than training, well... the training gave.
I had also given her a clonidine that morning, just to be safe. I did that partly because her favorite auntie and best doggie friend slept over the night before the trial (and good stress is still stress, after all), and because after the last trial, I thought maybe having it on board in advance would help. It did not. It's supposed to calm a dog down, and it calmed her just a bit too much. I think if she'd had more spunk, she wouldn't have lagged as bad. Oh well- now I know. We'll only use it when she's getting over the top.
I'm really pleased with her performance. Her heeling, while not great, really wasn't that bad. She absolutely nailed the honor exercise (I wish I'd gotten video!), and the judge complimented her very nice stand for exam.
Anyway, this means that my recovering reactive dog is now URO1 Maisy CD-C, RL2, RL1X, CGC.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
In Memory of Beckett
Beckett
(Bushwacker Danny)
February 24, 2005- July 17, 2012
(Photo by Megan Nelson)
My dear friend Elizabeth let her sweet dog go this morning after a brief but fierce fight with osteosarcoma. He was born "Bushwacker Danny." A racing greyhound who was moderately successful at the track, he raced for three years before being retired. But he was so much more than that. Beckett was, first and foremost, a loved and cherished member of the family. Elizabeth adored her dog, and it showed. Beckett adored his person, and that showed too.
Enjoying a patch of sun on the softest surface in the yard.
Beckett was possibly the world's laziest dog. He loved nothing more than a cozy bed. If there was a soft surface, you could be sure he'd find it and lay on it. He also loved his crate, and could often be found lounging inside. In fact, if you tried to keep him up past his bedtime, he would put himself in any crate he could find, even if he didn't technically fit.
I'll take this one, thank you.
Still, Beck was a greyhound, and with that came bursts of crazy energy. If his first love was Elizabeth and his second love a bed, then his third was definitely Cuz balls. He went nuts for them, chasing them with gleeful abandon. Even better if the Cuz was thrown in the water. I wouldn't have expected a greyhound to like swimming, but he thought it great fun. And if he could prevent another dog from getting to the ball? Why, that was the greatest fun of all.
Cooling off on a hot summer's day last summer.
Although people don't think you can train greyhounds, Elizabeth knew you can. Although she's probably the least competitive person on the planet, she and Beckett did earn their APDT Level 1 title together last year. Better yet, they also won the Sophie Award, which is given to the level 1A team that best exemplifies teamwork and relationship. Watch this video and you'll understand why (my favorite moment happens at about 2:25).
Beckett demonstrates my favorite trick of his: "Cuddle."
And speaking of relationships, last summer theirs was put to the test when a huge storm caught them unawares while they were out canoeing. The canoe capsized and all their gear- including Beckett's leash and treats- sunk to the bottom of the river. With nothing but their shared history to see them through the next 24 hours, Elizabeth and Beckett somehow made it through the night, fought their way through downed trees, and got home safe and sound.
Photo by Megan Nelson.
I don't know how to end this except to say: Beckett, you were an amazing dog, and you will be missed. Zichronam Liv'racha. May your memory be a blessing.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Thunder and Fireworks and Noise, Oh My!
I had been waiting for this day to come. Ever since I'd read in Patricia McConnell's book For the Love of a Dog that thunder phobia is most likely to start between the ages of 3 and 7, I'd been worrying. Maisy had always slept through storms like they weren't even happening, yet she was so sensitive to nearly inaudible (to me, anyway) noises that I just knew it was coming.
And it did. Of course, there was a special little irony in it happening less than 72 hours after we'd gotten a gold star from the veterinary behaviorist. Maybe that jinxed us, or maybe it was a coincidence, but either way, when the storm started getting noisy, Maisy started getting antsy.
First, she pressed herself up as close to me as she could get. Then, she started to pant slightly, even though the air conditioner had made the house quite cold. Finally, she began to tremble and shake. I gave her a dose of her as-needed anxiety medication, and gradually the shaking and panting stopped, although she stayed curled up next to me.
The next night was even worse, as it brought with it the kind of storm that uproots trees and causes massive power outages and contaminated water that will probably give you e. coli when you excitedly make coffee after the power comes back on. (True story. Mostly.)
Suddenly having a dog afraid of storms has been very hard on me. Although Maisy and I have dealt with fear issues for pretty much her entire life, the thunder phobia threw me for a loop. Before, I'd always been able to manage her fear. I could choose to avoid whatever was freaking her out if I wanted. Or I could choose to carefully expose her to it at low levels at times I was prepared to work with her, both physically and mentally.
Now, though? Well, the weather is unpredictable and uncontrollable. We can't avoid it, we can't set up the situation to make her successful, and it happens at times that are highly inconvenient, such as the middle of the night. Worse, it can happen when I'm not even home, leaving Maisy alone with her fear, something that makes me feel terrible.
And it didn't stop there. Although we didn't have any more storms over the next few weeks, we did have the 4th of July, and with it, fireworks. About the only good thing fireworks have going for them is their predictability. Well, and I suppose if we tried really hard, we could avoid them, but given that I live in the middle of a large metro, that would be hard. Still, I can't change the volume nor the timing.
I love my dog dearly, so seeing her so scared is hard on me. Feeling powerless to help her is even harder. Thankfully, I've been lucky enough to learn a bit about behavior modification and we have the support of an excellent veterinary behaviorist. With these two things in our favor, Maisy and I have been able to start dealing with her new noise issues. That doesn't make things any more pleasant, at least not right now, but it does give me hope for the future.
In the next few weeks, I'll discuss what we've done, how it's worked, and where we're at now. In the meantime, feel free to share your experiences. Is your dog afraid of thunder or other loud noises? How old was he when it started? Do you totally share my distress about not being able to protect your dog from everything? I'd love to hear from you!
And it did. Of course, there was a special little irony in it happening less than 72 hours after we'd gotten a gold star from the veterinary behaviorist. Maybe that jinxed us, or maybe it was a coincidence, but either way, when the storm started getting noisy, Maisy started getting antsy.
First, she pressed herself up as close to me as she could get. Then, she started to pant slightly, even though the air conditioner had made the house quite cold. Finally, she began to tremble and shake. I gave her a dose of her as-needed anxiety medication, and gradually the shaking and panting stopped, although she stayed curled up next to me.
Suddenly having a dog afraid of storms has been very hard on me. Although Maisy and I have dealt with fear issues for pretty much her entire life, the thunder phobia threw me for a loop. Before, I'd always been able to manage her fear. I could choose to avoid whatever was freaking her out if I wanted. Or I could choose to carefully expose her to it at low levels at times I was prepared to work with her, both physically and mentally.
Now, though? Well, the weather is unpredictable and uncontrollable. We can't avoid it, we can't set up the situation to make her successful, and it happens at times that are highly inconvenient, such as the middle of the night. Worse, it can happen when I'm not even home, leaving Maisy alone with her fear, something that makes me feel terrible.
And it didn't stop there. Although we didn't have any more storms over the next few weeks, we did have the 4th of July, and with it, fireworks. About the only good thing fireworks have going for them is their predictability. Well, and I suppose if we tried really hard, we could avoid them, but given that I live in the middle of a large metro, that would be hard. Still, I can't change the volume nor the timing.
I love my dog dearly, so seeing her so scared is hard on me. Feeling powerless to help her is even harder. Thankfully, I've been lucky enough to learn a bit about behavior modification and we have the support of an excellent veterinary behaviorist. With these two things in our favor, Maisy and I have been able to start dealing with her new noise issues. That doesn't make things any more pleasant, at least not right now, but it does give me hope for the future.
In the next few weeks, I'll discuss what we've done, how it's worked, and where we're at now. In the meantime, feel free to share your experiences. Is your dog afraid of thunder or other loud noises? How old was he when it started? Do you totally share my distress about not being able to protect your dog from everything? I'd love to hear from you!
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