Those of us with therapy animals know how well they help others, but they also help their handlers. Here’s a nice slide show to illustrate the many ways.
Click for the SLIDESHOW
This is so true!
When we had Geoff the puppy living with us Rob very patiently taught him how to use the dog door. He jumped in and out a few times and then poked a toy through the hole from outside. After Rob waggled it to get his attention, he’d pull it through, as if to say, “come on, Mr. toy can make through the door and so can you.” It was so cute!
This was repeated until Geoff finally stuck his head through on his own but he wasn’t too sure about pushing out through the flap. Our dog door is installed kind of high since it was originally placed for Freya who was a tall German Shepherd and the pup’s legs weren’t that long but Rob barked and ran in circles until Geoff just couldn’t stand it anymore and finally jumped the rest of the way through. Soon he was flying through the dog door as if he’d been doing it forever.
Is this amazing?
No it is not a shark.
It is a dog, a pet dog, in fact, diving for a tennis ball. See the ball?
Click the link to see more in the series, they are all pretty freaky… and toothy!
Here is the link: Diving Dogs
This is beautiful!
100 rescue dogs searched the rubble of the World Trade Center for survivors and then for remains during the weeks after the plane attacks on September 11th, 2001. I spotted an interview in The Daily Mail with Dutch photographer Charlotte Dumas about her book which “captured the remaining dogs in their twilight years in their homes where they still live with their handlers, a full decade on from 9/11.” The portraits are sweet, like the one above, of the dogs at home juxtaposed with pictures of the horrible event that brought them all together and stories about their encounters with survivors and with other rescue workers. I am so glad she did this now because they are a rapidly vanishing resource. When Dumas began travelling the US to take these portraits fifteen of the dogs were still alive, only thirteen are still with us.
To see more of her wonderful portraits and read the rest of the article, click: DailyMail.co.uk
To see the book on Amazon, click: Retrieved
June 6th is the day we brought Robert home! I figure most of you have never seen any puppy pictures so here are a couple along with some more recent ones. It is pretty hard to believe he wasn’t always part of the family and even harder to imagine what it will be like without him someday. He was about 6 months old and only 45 pounds when we brought him home… as you can see he was an adorable pup! Freya went along with the idea during the initial meet and greet at a friend’s home until it suddenly occurred to her that we meant to keep him, then she took a bit of um, convincing. He was always really good with her. In fact, when he was about a year old, Freya was getting really arthritic but still loved to play fetch so we would go to the park near us at night and let them both off leash. Scott would throw the Frisbee, Rob would chase and retrieve it, and then bring it right to Freya so she could return it to Scott for the next toss — all without a word spoken or a prearranged plan — it all just somehow fell into place thanks to Robbie.
That intuitive caring is why Robbie has been such an amazing therapy dog. I would take him to an assisted living facility for a scheduled visit and as we’d enter the common room where everyone was gathered for the event, I’d have him sit at the entrance to get our bearings. I’d watch him scan the room’s occupants and then look up at me to indicate he was ready. I’d nod to him it was okay to go and let him lead me as he walked right up to a specific person and engage them. Without fail, the event coordinator would come up to me and whisper, “That’s who I was going to ask you to be sure to visit. He or she has been having a really hard time. How does he do that?” I’d just beam at him and say, “He’s a rock star!”
I’ve heard it said that it takes a village to raise a child and a dog is no exception. Thanks to…
- Audra, for pulling him from the Pierce County Humane Society
- Dana & Larry Babb of Paws-Abilities for making training fun for us
- My Mom for teaching him so many of his tricks
- TDI, Therapy Dogs International, for giving Rob a job he loves
- Drs. Theresa Hetrick and Tim Cavanaugh for taking care of him
- The staff of the VCA Emergency Animal Clinic for saving his life a couple of years ago
- Tanya for being the best dog-sitter in the world
- Everyone else who falls in love with him everywhere we go.
Happy Gotcha-versary to Robert Bruce… Toast!
I found these Ten Promises on the Salty Dog website and couldn’t resist sharing. Salty Dog Rescue is the group we adopted Gracie from one year ago. Here is the blogpost if you missed it: Made in Taiwan.
Note to those who have emailed me… Yes, I noticed that they are phrased as statements from the dog rather than as promises to the dog but that is how they have them on the website and I think they are all really good points so I didn’t want to change them, Enjoy!
Ten Promises To Your Dog
1. My life will last from ten to fifteen years. Any separation from you will be painful for me.
2. Give me time to understand what you want from me.
3. Place your trust in me…it’s crucial to my well-being.
4. Please remember: You have your friends, your work, your entertainment. I only have you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I don’t understand your words, I understand your voice.
6. Be aware that however you treat me I will never forget it.
7. Before you ever strike me please remember I have teeth that could hurt you but I do not bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, please ask yourself if something might be bothering me.
9. Take care of me when I get old.
10. Go with me even on the most difficult journeys.
Everything is easier for me if you are there…remember that I love you.
And just because, here are some pix of our dogs, past and present…
Meet Marley! I met her this morning on my walk. I was thoroughly enjoying the cool morning mist and trying out my new poles for the first time (I’ll fill you in on those later) when I saw a golden lab-type dog in the road. She was standing in the middle of the street in a residential area right off the main-drag. When she saw me she started limping toward me. Read the rest of this entry »