Compliance Evolution

My Golden Kali has been the most loyal, trustworthy, and loving a dog one could ask for.  Compliance with rules and requests has never been an issue.  Kali has always been eager to please.  There have been times over the years where Kali comes up in conversation and someone will ask something like, ‘will she do that?’ or ‘how will you get her to sit still for that?’.  My answer has always been the same, “Kali does what I ask her to do”.   And she does. And that’s that.  Not because I’m a great trainer.  Because Kali is a great dog.

Whether it’s sitting still to have her nails trimmed (I use a dremel), being poked and prodded at the vet, or sitting for a bath and brushing, Kali has always done what I’ve asked of her.  She hasn’t always liked it but she does it because I ask.

Kali, now a senior at 10 years, remains compliant and eager willing to comply.   But some things have changed; just a little bit…  I realized that there has been a compliance evolution that has gone something like this.

Kali at 5

Kali: “Hey dad, I’m right here waiting for you to tell me what to do.  Just give me the word or signal and I’m good to go”.

Me:  “Ok Kali, let’s go”.

Kali springs to her feet and leads the way trotting just in front of me to our destination.

Kali at 7

Me:  “Come on Kali, I need to go to the back yard and I want you to  come with me”.

Kali:  “Sure thing dad.  I go where you go whenever you want me to go”.

Kali gets up and prances along side of me not really knowing where she is going and not caring because she’s by my side.

Kali at 10

Now at ten Kali spends much of her day inside sleeping   She’s earned the privilege to be inside if that’s what she prefers and this is what she usually chooses.

Me:  Walking to the door, “Come on Kali.  You need to go outside and get busy” (get busy is the term we use to tell our girls to pee and poop).

Kali:  “Thanks for asking but I’m fine right here”.

Me: “Kali.  Come.  Let’s go!”

Kali:  “No, Im good”.

Me:  KALI COME.  Gosh darn it… COME!

Kali:  Slowly rising “Geesh.  You don’t have to yell.  I heard you the first time.”

Me: Thought bubble over my head, “Yeah I know you heard me so why didn’t you do it the first time?”  Second thought  bubble over my head, “Oh yeah because you’ve trained me very well”.

And so it goes these days with my Golden Kali.    Our relationship has evolved over the years and the bond and love has grown stronger each day.  The five year old vibrant rescue from Taiwan is now a stubborn old lady who remains compliant and eager to please in all ways and at all times.

It’s just takes a little longer these days.

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Kali hearing the request to “come” but knowing that there will be at least two more requests before she is expected to actually do anything

This Dog Is Driving Me Nuts

This dog is driving me nuts!

As a parent of three now grown children I can tell you first that these statements are true:

Child one: “I’ follow the rules”.  

Child two: “I’m the reason for the rules”.

Child three: “The rules don’t apply to me”.

And so it seems with dogs too….

Kali is the oldest and fur-baby number one.  From day one she did was asked of her, never complained and was happy to comply.   Kloe is fur-baby number two.  Kloe was the reason for certain changes and routine in the pack as she was growing up.  Now at almost three years of age she is very much a rule follower herself but wasn’t always that way and she was definitely the reason certain controls and limits had to be put in place.

And then there is fur-baby number three: Koda.

Sigh…

At eight months old Koda is a natural at living up to the child number three statement.  The statement oozes from every single one of her 48 pounds.  Her breath in the cold frosty air whispers the statement.   Somewhere there are tee-shirts with the child number three statement on the back with a picture of Koda on the front.  Double sigh…

Koda’s tenacity, confidence, and strong will is something to behold.  I really do admire it and am so glad Koda is who she is.   Is her tenacity challenging?  Yes.  Does her strong will try my patience?   Hourly.   Can I channel her strong will into positives that will make her a tremendous adult dog.  I hope so.   Can I leverage the combination of all three to reverse the effects if global warming?   Maybe.  Ok probably not  but that is the power of Koda.

Potential song lyrics for Koda’s enshrinement into the Child Number Three Hall of Fame:

“And I love her” – Lennon and McCartney

“That’s the power of love” – Huey Lewis

“This dog is driving me nuts” – Michael Morales

Crazy, nuts, bananas – whatever.  But also, crazy with love.  Crazy with the optimism a puppy brings to one’s every day life.   Crazy fun to see her play with abandonment.

But yeah, this dog is driving me nuts!

 

 

 

I stand corrected.

I urged the original poster who was looking for advice to ignore the wrestle-mania advice of this so called and self-professed professional wrestler trainer.   Within moments another comment  from wrestle-mania central was directed at me telling me that I knew nothing about dog training and that the method they described was decades old and highly effective.

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Still a Puppy

At seven months Kloe is now bigger than her big sister Kali.  Kali has more girth and more fur which makes her seem even bigger than she is but Kloe is taller and weighs as much – about 60 pounds.  It would be easy to think the she was no longer a puppy being so big and so smart and so independent.

But at the end of the day she is still a puppy.

There was a time when we used a “Pet Corrector”; those air cans that make a loud hissing sound that gets your “pet’s” attention and “corrects” their behavior.  We used it for a time with Kloe to “correct” her behavior of jumping on us (and guests) when she was excited.  It was very effective.  Almost too effective.  When she heard it she would, with tail between legs, come running to my feet,  even if it was me who had the Pet Corrector in my hand, and press her body into my legs as if to say, “save me from that scary and forbidding sound”.

We havn’t used the Pet Corrector for some time.   Partly because it ran out of hiss but mostly because Kloe has matured and though conditioning and training was much better about jumping when she became excited.  Recently however we noticed that when we sneezed Kloe had a similar reaction to our sneezes as to the Pet Corrector.

The picture below is the end result of Holly having sneezed and Kloe running to me as I sat in my recliner and pressing her body against my legs so that I would save her.  As she sat there, tail between her legs, like a snake she began slithering up into my body and I didn’t stop her because, well, it was so darn cute. She ended up in my lap and that was ok with me because, after all, she is still a puppy.

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Kloe: “Be my hero dad and save me”.  Me:  I will always be your hero Kloe and I will always there to save you (even if it’s just a sneeze from mom).

Kids – they grow up so fast….

…and even faster when they’re dogs.

The photo below was taken a few days ago.  We use puzzle bowls to slow down meal time for these two food hounds we call Kali and Kloe.  The bowls have a pattern with varying shapes and depths.  It’s a great way to avoid bloating and extend by several minutes  one of  their absolute favorite activity of the day.

Kloe’s bowl is the green one that she’s standing next to.  Kloe recently graduated from a very simple puzzle bowl – four big sections – to the green one that used to be Kali’s.  Even when you’re a pup if you’ve got an older sibling you get hand me downs, right?  The first few days I’d had to help Kloe with the last few pieces of kibble or veggies but she quickly learned that if the crevice where the food was sitting is a bit too deep for her tongue that she could push the food to a more shallow area and gobble it up.  It still takes her several minutes to finish eating but that’s the point.

Kali’s got the new orange bowl with slightly more difficult terrain.   It has deeper crevices and the design is more challenging.  If you look closely in the photo you can see that there is a small piece of apple that she couldn’t get out.  She had resigned herself not completely solving the puzzle during this particular meal and after an extended attempt to get her tongue to do the job she laid down to lament her failure.

Kali and Kloe are very respectful of one another at meal time.  When Kloe was very young she made the mistake of trying to get a piece of kibble out of Kali’s bowl while Kali was eating.  Kloe wasn’t much more than 9 weeks old and as gentle as Kali had been with her, and continues to be now, Kali made sure that Kloe never did that again.  A stern growl and nip to Kloe’s ear drew a little blood and high pitched yelps and the lesson was served.  Kali has been a great teacher and this was a tough but important lesson for Kloe at an early age.

On this day Kloe kept her distance and eventually sauntered over to the orange bowl and I snapped the photo as these two went nose to nose in a dinner time stare down.  They stayed in this stare down for several seconds until I – the diplomat that I am – dislodged the apple chip and gave a small piece to each of them.

Kloe has been in our pack for two months.  She was just nine weeks old when we brought her home.  It’s been so great to see her grow and mature.  Much of the maturity can be attributed to Holly’s daily training sessions and to Kali’s mentoring.

The video below the photo was taken when Kloe was about 10 weeks old and right before we moved from our home in Livermore to Tuolumne.  The video shows a small pup – not even half her size now – with the same tenacious and playful personality that I have come to adore.

Kids – they grow up so fast!

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Dinner time stare down at the Golden K Corral

Leave It

We brought Kloe home two weeks ago and we couldn’t be more thrilled to have her as part of our pack.  I was fairly certain that Kali would welcome her and be a good big sister or maybe even a surrogate mama.  My Golden Kali has exceeded my expectations and has not only  accepted embraced Kloe but has assumed responsibility for helping with Kloe’s training.

Kali is doing all the natural things you would expect from an older dog to help socialize the pup to the pack. She allows Kloe to chew on her face and use her body as a personal jumpy but only within reason.  When Kali has had enough she let’s Kloe know through body language, a mild growl, and by throwing her 57 pounds of body weight on Kloe’s 18. When Kali naps she welcomes Kloe to spoon with her or lay on her belly.   During  tug of war Kali allows Kloe to hold her own until the very end when Kali shakes her loose.

But this morning I saw something that surprised me and made me realize that Kali is truly helping with training our newest Golden K.

It was around 6:30 am (yes 6:30 we have a puppy!!) and Holly and I were sitting on the floor in the family room drinking coffee, watching the dogs play tug 0f war after breakfast (theirs not ours).   They did their tug of war dance for about 15 minutes and then we observed something rather remarkable.  Kali was teaching Kloe “leave it”.  A basic of training is to ask your pup for the toy they have in their mouth, by saying, in our case, “leave it”, and then rewarding them for letting go and then immediately giving them the toy back.  It builds an important bond of trust between you and your pup.

As we were watching the dance we watch Kali shake the toy strongly enough to shake Kloe’s grip loose.  Kali is standing there with the toy in her mouth as Kloe stares.  Kali drops the toy on the ground no more than a foot from Kloe’s gaze with her head slightly tilted in Kloe’s direction.  Kali gives a soft but firm growl while looking at Kloe.  Kloe respects the growl, lies down, and doesn’t try to get the toy.  Kali picks up the toy and takes it Kloe and they begin tug of war again.  After another 20 or 30 seconds Kali shakes the toy loose and again drops it in front of Kloe.  She stares at Kloe.  Kloe stares at the toy but remains put.  Kali picks up the toy and takes it back to Kloe.  Kloe accepts the toy and they resume the play.

I turn to Holly and say, “I think Kali is teaching her leave it”.  Holly concludes that Kali is not impressed with the training we have provided so far and is taking matters into her own paws.

I’m ok with it.  As all of you know who have raised a puppy you need all the help you can get with a quickly emerging a teen-ager in both size and attitude.  And for me I would want no other canine trainer helping us other than my Golden Kali.

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Kali and her student Kloe

Toast Of The Town

The town is the kitchen and the Toast is really just a piece of bread….

It all started over a year ago when Kali had a minor medical issue that required daily pills for a week or so.  Kali is not the most discerning diner in the world Kali will eat just about anything.  So I thought I could just give her the pills and she would gulp them down as she does with anything that comes from the kitchen and out of my hand.

I was surprised when Kali spit the pill out of her mouth.  Being a resourceful and evolved human being I quickly figured out that if I wrapped the pill in a piece of bread that Kali would gulp down the pill wrapped in bread and be none the wiser for the experience.

This routine went on for the week without incident.

  • Get up in the morning
  • Get the medicine
  • Go to the cabinet and get a piece of bread
  • Wrap the pill in the bread
  • Ask Kali to sit a reasonable distance away from the kitchen
  • Bring the bread wrapped pill to Kali
  • Boom – Kali gets her medicine and as far as she is concerned she got some people food from the (people) cabinet

The evolved human being wins as usual.  Right?  Well, maybe…

Dogs love to be trained.  They love the interaction,  mental stimulation, and rewards that follow successful execution of the command, trick, or show of obedience.  When Kali followed me into the kitchen in the morning and I sent her out and followed that with a piece of bread that happened to have a pill inside she was trained.  Trained to know that when I go near the cabinet where the bread lives there is a good chance that she will get a piece of bread.  She’s believes it because since then I follow the same routine; because (duh!) I a very trainable….

Since that period of time when Kali had the meds and I wrapped them in bread there is the morning time routine – that occurs right after her formal breakfast of kibble – of me fixing my breakfast which almost always includes the bread cabinet.

Kali, and now Smokey too, will immediately “assume the position” on the edge of the kitchen and wait for their piece of bread; their “toast” as I now refer to it as.

It’s great to be trained.  It’s liberating.  I love the interaction and mental stimulation I get when Kali shows me what I need to do to make her happy.  I really like the rewards of licks and tail wags I get when I do something right.  And best of all, Kali loves it when i am obedient.

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Kali and Smokey waiting for their toast from their all trained Dad

 

 

 

 

Sometimes Life’s A Grind

It’s been eight months since the grooming mishap when I cut Kali’s dew claw too close and she ended up needing minor surgery to repair it; actually to remove it because it was cracked and kept bleeding.  I spent days kicking myself at the time for hurting her and since then I’ve been very reluctant to have another go at it trimming nails.  Surely Kali would pick up on my reluctance and anxiety if i was to try again so I’ve put it off.

When Kali had a professional teeth cleaning a few months ago the vet trimmed her dew claws since she was out for the count during the cleaning.  Recently I’ve noticed that they have been growing very fast and I knew I would need to do something soon.  This morning she spent about 20 minutes nibbling on her paws; specifically her dew claws.  They were obviously bothering her and I had put off doing anything too long.  They were pretty long and beginning to curl.   My bad…

At the time of her surgery to correct my blunder my vet suggested I look into getting a nail grinder and begin to slowly get Kali accustomed to the sound of the grinder while working my way up to actually using it on her nails. I never got around to doing this -until this morning.  Before heading to the pet store I did some reading on line to get a basic idea of what was available.  The clerks at the pet store I go to are very educated on the products they sell and I trust them.  A simple “starter” model was suggested, I paid the clerk, and was on my way home to begin what I thought would be a days-long process to get Kali used to the sound of the grinder.  I figured that I would have to slowly graduate up to holding her paw in my hand while the grinder was turning, and then finally actually using it.

I purposely didn’t take Kali with me to the pet store this morning because she gets a little antsy if I stand around talking to the clerks too long and I had a lot of questions about the grinders and proper technique.  When I arrived home Kali was immediately interested in the bag I had in my hand.  She came up to me, nudged the bag, smelled it, and decided that it might be food, or have something to do with food because her nose told her it was from the pet store.  I seized the opportunity to reward her for her interest and gave her a couple of biscuits while making a big deal out of the bag.   Kali stayed by my side as I took the grinder out of the packaging.  The grinder was seated in that very annoying rigid plastic clam shell packaging that has absolutely no effective method to open without using a chain saw unless you have grizzly bear paws for hands.  If I ever meet the person who came up with that packaging idea I will punch him or her straight in the face.  But I digress…

As I struggle and complain about the packaging Kali remains fixed on the grinder, now even more sure that it will lead to food.  I continued to reward her with a couple of more biscuits while I inserted the batteries.

I went to the refrigerator and pulled out the high value treats I keep in a jar; small pieces of beef and chicken rolls that I cut into bite-size pieces.  If I didn’t have Kali’s full attention before I certainly did now!  I sat down with the open jar on the table, the grinder in my hand, and Kali in front of me.  OK, I thought – let’s see how she does with the sound…  I turn on the grinder keeping it a fair distance from Kali as I hand her a treat. She  doesn’t flinch other than to flick her eyes back at the jar on the table.  Smokey on the other hand is a bit skittish with anything that sounds even remotely like the vacuum cleaner (at only 11 pounds you can’t blame him!) and he goes running under the table seeking quick shelter from the noise.  The difference in focus  for Kali and Smokey at this juncture was not surprising.   Kali’s only interest is the jar of treats and how she can get more.  Smokey was interested in not getting vacuumed up….

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“How can you hand me a treat if one hand is on my paw and your other hand is on the device that you think frightens me?

I continued to turn on and off the grinder while rewarding Kali for her calm demeanor and focus.  I wasn’t planning on putting the grinder anywhere near her paws, let alone dew claws, for the first few sessions but things were going very well.  So after a quick trim of the hairs around her dew claws I had Kali take a full down position with me also sitting on the ground.  I held her dew claw in my left hand and gave her a treat.  With her paw still in my hand I turned on the grinder and while it whirred I gave her a treat.  She was loving life at this point.  “What paw?”, she seemed to say.  I positioned her claw next to the grinder and gently pushed it towards the spinning grinder pad.  With a puff of smoke the dew claw was reduced by about an eight of an inch.  After more treats and more grinding the claw was back to an acceptable length. I moved on to the other paw and after only a matter of minutes we were done.

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“Keep that treat jar nearby and you can do whatever you want with my paws…”

Kali was an absolute angel. I was very proud of her and proud of myself for knowing her tendencies, when to push a bit and when to back off.  Today worked out great for both of us and although the dew claws are not quite as short as I’d like I didn’t want to push my luck.  I wanted to end on a positive note and so we did.  We’ll have have another session in the next day or so to finish up.

Do any of you use nail grinders on your pups?  I’d love to hear about how it works for you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m mad!

I’m not mad at my neighbor but I’m real mad!  My neighbor is a good person and his dog, while a little aggressive, has mostly been polite when Kali and I meet them on the trail.  I’m mad!  So thanks to all of you who read this unedited therapy session.  As they say, the first session is free and therefore I will rant, complain, lament, and then move on.

It was raining most of the day (yay for California!) so Kali and couldn’t walk this morning.  Well we could have but I negotiated a stay from Kali and promised we would walk later if it dried up.  And so we did.

The neighbor in question lives two doors down on the other side of the street.  As we passed by I noticed him in front of his house with a couple of other people.  I also notice his dog, a Rottweiler, grazing around his front lawn. We’ve encountered the dog on the trail before at the end of my neighbor’s leash but never around the houses when the Rotty was off leash.  The Rotty had seemed calm and constrained when I’d seen her in front of her house in the past so I was not too concerned.

So I’ll cut to the chase.  In a flash the Rotty was on Kali gnashing, growling, and attacking.  Kali tried to protect herself but she was on the end of the leash I was pulling tighter and tighter.  I tried to put myself in between the dogs but the Rotty was relentless and Kali was in protect mode.  Just as I was about to try to put my foot in the Rotty’s nose another dog – an even bigger version of the first one – was on Kali.  Now there were two dogs Kali and I were trying to fend off.

It all happened in a matter of 30 seconds or less.  I tried to pick Kali up in my arms to protect her from two sets of gnashing teeth.  The owners, showed a sincere and urgent effort to quickly get to their dogs and quickly got them under control.  They were apologetic and continued to express apologies as they pulled their dogs back to their house.  I was so freaking mad and could not bring myself to say anything.  I just wanted to get Kali home and check her out.  They got their dogs inside the house and came back to apologize,  Fine…

As Kali and walk back towards our house I see she is limping badly.   I have her lay down in front of our house and I check her out.  I gently pull on her limbs and rub her fur to see if there are wounds.  Her tail is wagging and she doesn’t seem to be in any pain as I tug and pull on limbs and rub her body.  She stands up and now seems to be walking ok.  So we go for a short walk so I can see how she is walking.  It’s ok for a while but then I see more limp.  We head home.

I fill Holly in on what happened and then I’m off to a client appointment.  Holly texts me a short while later and tells me Kali si limping and in some pain.  She’ll see the vet tomorrow.  I don’t think there is a puncture.  The attacking dogs didn’t seem to get any teeth into Kali but I’m not sure.  I think she may have twisted her leg in the melee. There is a very sensitive area and when I touch it she reacts in obvious discomfort.

I’m pissed off.  Not at my neighbor (things happen), not at the dogs (although I was moments away from risking my own safety to tackle those dogs and giving them a beat down), but I’m just mad.

So thanks of the therapy session and guiltless grammatically error-ridden and ranting post.  We’ll know tomorrow the extent of Kali’s injuries.  For now she is sleeping soundly at my feet as any other evening after dinner.

Camp Bow Wow

As Holly and I sat and searched for airline flights the “rubber met the road”.  We’d be gone for four nights while visiting our son and his wife in Illinois and this was a trip that Kali could not come along on.  Admittedly it was very hard for me to push the “buy now” button as I sat there looking Virgin America’s website. Hard because as soon as the button was pushed I would be  pushed to find overnight accommodations for Kali.  This would be hard for me.

Kali has never spent the night away from both Holly and I.  Collectively, there have only been five or six nights since Kali arrived 16 months ago when Holly or I have been gone for the night.   There has never been a time when we were both gone for the night.

  So as I pushed the button the proverbial rubber met the proverbial road…

A big part of my anxiety about leaving Kali for several nights stems from the social anxiety she has when first meeting new dogs.   And then some – a lot? -of the anxiety is just the fact that we will be apart for so long and as much as I will miss her I worry that she will miss us even more and be scared.  [Cut to shot of parent with unfounded worries dropping their child off for first day of school….]

Kali and I have been working on lowering her anxiety level around other dogs since she arrived from Taiwan.  There’s been steady progress and while there haven’t been a lot of opportunities for group socialization we’ve used our daily walks to reinforce polite and calm behavior when we encounter other dogs along our way.   At first it was hard work and took a lot of patience on both our parts.   More recently our fellow walkers and dog owners are commenting on how well behaved Kali is.   We’ve seen many of them for over a year now and they can tell how far she’s come, often commenting about her progress.

Recently Kali and I crossed paths with a neighbor whose dog has similar social challenges but this dog seems more aggressive than anxious.  As we got closer I guided Kali to the side of the trail and quickly gained her attention buy saying “watch!”, Watch is a word she has come to know and love because it usually means a treat will follow.  Upon “watch” she immediately gives me her her undivided attention and stares into my eyes.  We passed by the neighbor and her dog without incident and as we did I rewarded her with “good Kali” and give her the treat.  This calm interaction is now very common place which is rewarding.  As we passed by I heard the neighbor say to her dog, “See, now that’s a good dog. Why can’t you be like her?”  It was gratifying in some ways to hear that but I also felt bad for my neighbor who was frustrated and even worse for her dog who was not getting the direction and training from his mom that he needed.  Her primary source of control seemed to be pulling on his leash while he lunges and she yells, “no, no, bad dog”.

So back to the tickets…  Now that they were purchased I switched gears and considered my options for housing Kali while we were gone:  Boarding, house sitter, or maybe have her stay with a friend.  At this point I wasn’t sure.

I decided to look into boarders in the area first.  After considering a few I found Camp Bow Wow within a couple of miles from our home.  Camp Bow Wow offers Doggie Day Care, Spa services, and overnight boarding.  The dogs are campers, the staff are counselors, and the overnight crates are cabins.  You get the idea.  It’s a national chain and the facility near our home has fantastic reviews on Google, Yelp, and everywhere else I looked.  Holly and went to visit (without Kali) and we were impressed with the staff, the cleanliness, the multiple indoor and outdoor areas, the approach to managing 60 to 120 dogs at any given time, large “cabins” for overnight boarding, and the web cams available to see how your dog is doing during day time hours.    They also make sure that all Campers have documented and current vaccines.

The Counselor we spoke with told us there was an interview process to determine if Kali was a candidate for their camp. We liked that because dogs who are aggressive or otherwise unsuited for this environment would not be eligible.  But what about Kali and how she tends to bark at other dogs when she first encounters them?  I wouldn’t be there to say “Watch” and gain her attention and hep her to stay calm.  She’d be on her own and have to socialize and work things out on her own.  Uh-oh…  {Cue parent sitting in car around the block from first day of school unsuccessfully using rear view mirror to try to see their child on the playground…]

A few days later I took Kali in for her “interview”.  A counselor took her away and said that she would take Kali to meet separately  with a similar sized female dog, and then a similar sized male dog.  That was the first step.  If she did ok she would go into the large play area for dogs over 35 pounds. They asked me to wait and then off she went.

The counselor returned within a few minutes and said she did fine.  She told me that Kali barked a couple of times but allowed the dogs to sniff and check her out and she did the same to them.  She pointed to the web cam screens they have in the lobby and said, “There she is – see her?”.  And there was Kali in the middle of the yard with around 20 other dogs sniffing and checking out the newbie.  She seemed to reciprocate and was relatively calm and – wait for it – was having fun.

I left Kali at Camp for about five hours and checked in on the web cams from home frequently.  I was pleased to see her playing chase, sniffing around the yard, and at times just lying down observing.  When I picked her up I scheduled another two days for her to go back next week.  We’ll work up to an overnightnstay within a couple of weeks.  I realize now that I’ve been “the leaf in the drain” that has slowed Kali’s socialization.  I’m a worrier, a protector, and admittedly a controller.  So this was much more of a growth experience for me than Kali.  I get that now.  Holly’s been telling me that for months and of course she has been right.

As we left Camp the counselor handed me a folder with a certificate indicating that Kali had successfully passed the Canine Camper Interview and is now welcome to attend Doggy Day Camp and Overnight Camp.  Proud dad for sure.

Happy Camper

Happy Camper

Kali is now an official Camp Bow Woe Camper and we’ll continue to have periodic visits to Camp for further socialization.

As it turns out a friend of mine who has two pups of her own was eager to have Kali as a guest and we’ll be meeting up next week to do a meet and greet for Kali and her dogs.  We’ll do this a couple of times before we travel to Illinois.   With Kali’s emerging social skills I think she will do just fine.  As for me missing her, well, let’s just say it will be a good growing experience for me too.