To Tame the Wild Beastie

We've Moved!

2010-10-04T17:59:00.000-07:00

You can now find us -- all the archived posts from this site, as well as new photos and stories featuring my latest guide dog puppy-in-training -- at LabradorRodeo.com!

So, since this blog will be going away eventually, don't forget to update your bookmarks, feed readers, etc. Jethro and I appreciate your readership. :)

And the Big News Is...

2010-09-07T22:35:00.000-07:00

...right over here.

Big News Coming

2010-08-12T16:10:00.000-07:00

But that's all I'm gonna say for now. :) Give me a few days to collect my thoughts....

Like a Canine Charlie Sheen

2010-03-08T12:37:00.000-08:00

Bronx has returned! We've been hosting the now ten-month-old Dog Wonder since Wednesday night. As of this writing -- Monday, lunch time -- he's finally motionless during daylight hours. He and Truman have been playing pretty hard. Fortunately, Roo went to work with my husband today so I could actually get things done around here instead of spending my day breaking up the crazy.

Bronx had "The Big Snip" about a week ago. The good news is, it's much easier to control a male dog if they're neutered early on like this, because the procedure can prevent the formation of difficult-to-break behaviors like territory marking, etc. The bad news is, I'm pretty sure they gave Bronx a Red Bull transfusion at the same time. My husband suspects the vet may have mistakenly added a second pair instead of removing the first.

It has been HumpFest 2010 around here. (I'm sure that'll bring some interesting Web traffic.)

Fortunately, Truman got tired of the abuse yesterday and decided to stop the dominance displays himself instead of waiting for his exhausted humans to pull the little black dog off his back. Way to take the initiative, boy!

In other respects, it's been pretty entertaining to watch them play and wrestle. Bronx is trying a new "snowplow" technique, where he shoves his nose or entire head under the standing Truman in an attempt to -- flip him, maybe? Who knows? When that proves impossible, he bites Truman's leg. There's been a fair amount of snorting and teeth-rattling too, and a noise that sounds remarkably like a hiss. Maybe he's part snake. He's quick enough.

He hasn't moved since I started writing this. I think I'll go check his pulse.

Once, Twice, Three Times a Grumpus

2010-01-14T20:01:00.000-08:00

It's hard to believe that The Roo turns three today. THREE! He went to work with my husband, which is his usual Thursday routine, but tonight's celebration will include extra belly rubs and a very special "dessert"...peanut butter.

(Which we have taken to giving code names, by the way, as he has figured out that "peanut butter" also translates to "butter of the peanut" and "butter of the nut of the pea.")

Happy third birthday, my smartypants grump-dog Truman!

We Had a Big Year

2009-12-24T00:01:00.000-08:00

I'm so behind this year that I sent out my Christmas cards late, and without my usual semi-snarky (but fun! come on!) Christmas letter. It's a shame, really, because this year I actually had some significant goings-on to report (in the human department, that is...there always seems to be something four-leggedly significant happening in my home).

I had all sorts of grand plans for the format and the content, but I dare not give away my ideas...there's always next year, when I will hopefully have my life a little more organized. Truly, the way things have been lately (which is to say, swirling around my head in a tornado of activity and circumstantial frenzy), I am most impressed we even got a card put together.

Merry Christmas, everybody. We hope and pray that 2010 will be as unbelievably blessed and joyous for you as 2009 has been for us.

A Q&A with Bronx

2009-11-08T21:30:00.000-08:00

Bronx waited until the last couple of days with us to put on his NaughtyPants. Seriously, he is such a good and sweet little dog...but when he decides to do something against the law, he goes into stealth mode and does it quickly and quietly. Now, I am a vigilant puppy raiser, but this one flew under my radar, and he did it repeatedly.

A Bronx Q&A from the last few days:

Jenny: "What is my shoe doing off the shoe rack? And where is the other one?"
Bronx: "Check the living room, where you were just two minutes ago. It tastes like Disneyland."

Jenny: "Is that an ink pen sticking out of both sides of your mouth?"
Bronx: "Mmhmmf."

Jenny: "Where did my hair tie go? I could have sworn I had it this morning...."
Bronx: "You'll see it again. Probably just after dinner."

Jenny: "What's that giant black lump in the middle of my bed?"
Bronx: "Oh, hi. Enjoy your three-minute bathroom break? The yellow dog just jumped off and ran away, muttering something about the cops, but I'm lovin' this TempurPedic mattress. Wanna join me?"

Jenny: "What are you eating? Open up."
Bronx: "I believe it's excrement. You're gonna wanna wash those fingers."

Rock You Like a Furricane

2009-11-07T13:59:00.000-08:00

The Bronx is back. We've been puppysitting him for a week, and when he and Truman are in the same room, it's CrackTown, U.S.A. They simply do not stop without enforced time-outs.

Bronx is a sweet little guy, six months old now and still intact. He's pretty mellow on his own, but he and Truman have been taking turns doing inappropriate things to each other in the name of dominance. It's been hard for me to accomplish anyth-- excuse me for a moment, won't you?

"OFF!"

Ahem! Okay then. So, "Humpus and Grumpus," as I've taken to calling them, are home with me today while Wolf is out doing some steam locomotive stuff and big band music stuff. It's been a long day of absolute nonproductivity for me. I figured I could separate the boys successfully by taking Bronx out on a few errands (it's nice to have a portable dog in the house again), and maybe stopping for coffee somewhere.

But I can't find my keys.

And I'm almost certain they're in Wolf's car.

So I'm pretty sure I'm stuck here in the eye of the furricane until...tomorrow, basically, unless I feel like going out for coffee at 2 A.M., when I expect him home.

A Couple of Twits

2009-09-24T20:36:00.000-07:00

And by the way...I'm tweeting now. Follow me @LabradorRodeo, if you're not tired of hearing from me already!

On Very Important Dates

2009-09-21T21:28:00.000-07:00

I'm one week away from my six-month wedding anniversary. Among the many things I am foolish enough to have believed I would be able to do by now:

1.) Get the thank you notes out. Emily Post says I have a year to do this, and now I understand why. Still...I'd like to get them written and mailed before I have to start thinking about sending out Christmas cards.

2.) Be entirely unpacked. Grandma used to say that after a move, you should unpack the kitchen and bedroom/bathroom stuff immediately. Whatever's left packed in boxes six months later should be left in the sealed boxes and given away, because clearly, you didn't miss it. Alas, I do not subscribe to this philosophy. I do indeed miss my Jedi action figures and my craft supplies and my Post-It flags and the box of 3x5 cards on which I have written many of my favorite recipes. But life gets in the way of efficiency sometimes. For the record, I am also hoping to have the bulk of this done before...mmmmmmChristmas...?

(Please let me dream, people.)

3.) Get back to regular blogging. Holy cow, I have been busier than the proverbial one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest (another gem from Grandma). Truman has been here through all of it, and I've missed many an opportunity to regale you with his nutty adventures. I know I've promised updates and not delivered -- including wedding photos (another thing I can't seem to get done by the six-month marker, unbelievably)!

This is just a note to say that YellowDog and I are still alive and kicking, and continuing to settle into this new life with the Wonderful Man Who Loves Us Both More Than We Could Ever Have Hoped. If there are any of you still hanging in there, clinging to the idea that I might someday return...many thanks! We'll be back, I promise. And next spring or summer, the puppy raising madness will begin all over again.

And on a happy note, today is Lomax's fifth birthday. And in honor of The Moof, who is living the guide dog life somewhere in Tennessee, I smile and give thanks for the many blessings God provides in the lives of everyone involved with Guide Dogs of America and other service dog organizations all over the world.

Shuffles the Clown vs. the Humpopotamus

2009-07-03T07:27:00.000-07:00

Wolf and I are puppysitting little Bronx this weekend; he will be eleven weeks old on Saturday.

It's been a while since I've had a furball this young in my care, Wolf has never had the joyous experience of puppy-induced sleep deprivation, and Truman hasn't had a canine playmate in a while, so we thought it would be a nice way to spend the holiday weekend.

Bronx is a mellow little guy. A champ at sitting, patient with food and water, cuddly and affectionate, excellent recall skills. A good boy, an "easy" puppy.

It will come as no surprise to long-time readers that MY dog-in-residence -- Truman, otherwise known as Dingus McFreaktown -- is the one causing all the chaos. They've done nothing but play and wrestle and squeak and chew and slobber and run in circles and follow each other around since Bronx got here last night. I've had to put the little man in the kennel a few times, just to give him a break from the Yellow Instigator.

Funniest thing? In just twelve hours' time -- including several hours of sleeping last night -- Bronx has done *eleven* Labrador shuffles. Full butt-tuck-and-run, crazy-circle, energy burst shuffles. Indoors. Amazing.

And Truman is very excited to finally be the alpha dog over someone else. Unfortunately, this means that when I haven't been busy getting up to take the little dog outside to pee, I've been busy getting up to pull the big dog off the little one.

I...won't post a photo of that. But we're going to take pictures of them sometime this weekend, and hopefully post those soon. Assuming we can get them to stop moving long enough to focus the camera.

RIP Tigger

2009-06-04T18:55:00.000-07:00

Princess Tiger Lily "Tigger" Ackerman Fengler
May 20, 1989 - June 4, 2009

Tonight we celebrate the life of Tigger, who -- having reached the impressive feline age of 20 -- passed away peacefully at home, in her favorite basket, with her adoptive mom (me) and her biggest fan (Truman) by her side.

She lived a full and adventurous life, and was dearly loved by many.

Tigger's many achievements included avid bird hunting, balcony napping, Labrador taunting, ceaseless purring, sofa jumping, ice cream begging, carpet piddling, high-decibel mrrrrRAYRRRing (as any of you who have spoken with me on the phone will attest), and the occasional surprise special guest appearance in my morning shower.

She and Truman shared more in common than either would probably like to admit. Both were accomplished "vocalists," both were the proud recipients of battle-scar notches in their ears, and both had tails that were bent at the tip (Tigger's was due to her having survived being hit by a car when she was a kitten). Though Truman never could get her to play with him on his own terms -- not even when he dropped a toy or a bone in front of her face and waited with ears-up, tail-wagging expectation -- Tigger did secretly enjoy playing her own special games, the most popular being "I will cross the room and go out of my way to walk three inches in front of your face as I know you are under 'down-stay' orders, ha HA."

Tigger is survived by her humans in Arizona and California, her dog, and anyone else she may have considered staff at one time or another.

No doubt she is now making her first deposit at the Big Litter Box in the Sky. Or, more likely, just *outside* the Big Litter Box, on God's freshly steam-cleaned living room carpet.

We'll miss you, Tig.

Here Comes the Dog

2009-04-29T19:49:00.000-07:00

I'll post more soon, but for now, a teaser:

The Roo is Two!

2009-01-14T00:01:00.000-08:00

My tiny Truman is two today! Seems like puppy pick-up day was just yesterday...

And now he's a full-grown grumpus and permanent member of my family. Happy Birthday, Truman! We also wish a very happy birthday to fellow forever-dog Tori, and to Tai, Tia and Thatcher -- our littermates still in formal training. We all know that January babies are the cutest. :)

You'd Better Not Pout

2008-12-24T09:22:00.000-08:00

The look on his face? Oh, don't worry about Truman. He's already received his fancy new dog bed for Christmas, and he's getting a fun road trip (where there will be two other dogs to play with), a new chicken-flavored Nylabone, and apparently some fun toys from my mom & dad. I told him that if he's not paying his share of the rent around here, the least he could do is let me take a few shots of him in a ridiculous hat for my own amusement. Apparently, he feels this is beneath him.

Merry Christmas, everyone, and may you all be blessed this holiday season!

GDA Puppy Evacuation: Film at 11!

2008-11-18T17:37:00.000-08:00

Our local Fox affiliate did a news story on GDA's dog evacuation. Check out the video!

Fire Near GDA -- Prayers Appreciated

2008-11-15T08:52:00.000-08:00

Those of you who live here in California know the perils of fire season -- when it's hot and dry and windy, as it is every autumn, things can get scary.

There's a pretty big fire burning in Sylmar right now, which is where Guide Dogs of America is located. I woke up to several e-mails this morning from puppy raiser group area leaders and GDA employees. The current situation is that all the dogs and puppies were safely evacuated at 1:30 this morning, and that the campus is still standing, but without power or phone service.

Fires are unpredictable, and sometimes even when things are seemingly under control, the winds can change and bring about a whole new situation. Your prayers are appreciated: for the campus itself, the staff and volunteers, the dogs and puppies, and especially the first-responders who are taking care of business on the fire lines.

Many thanks.

I'm Truman, and I Approve This Message

2008-10-12T14:30:00.000-07:00

Sure, at first he was a little jealous that nobody got HIM a fancy new ring, but then we gave him a cookie and he forgave us. At least he got to be there for the proposal, which was only fair, considering he WAS the chaperone for our first date. Also considering the fact that Truman actually prefers Wolf to me, I think the arrangement will be to his liking after all.

So now I have a full-time dog, the most excellent future husband in the history of man, and something sparkly for my leash hand:

Yay!

Guess Who's Four?

2008-09-21T00:01:00.000-07:00

Today is Lomax's birthday...unbelievably, The Moof is FOUR YEARS OLD!!! Somewhere in Tennessee, there is a smiling blond dog in a black harness, guiding a smiling blond woman.

Happy fourth, little man. :)

I'm Not Dead, Just on Vacation

2008-09-17T20:35:00.000-07:00

Yes, I know I've been promising updates. And it was my fervent hope to be able to sit down for...what, four straight days, perhaps...and put up the 25 or so posts I know there are to write, but I've been a bit preoccupied. With many things! Life has been full of things to do and things to pray about. Dog adoptions, freelance projects, events and changes and work and church and puppy raising and surprise birthday parties and friendships and on and on and on....

But mostly, in the last couple of weeks, I've been busily preparing for gettin' the heck outta Dodge. Tomorrow afternoon, in fact, I'll be on a nonstop flight from Dodge to Germany! I'll be gone for a couple of weeks, so there will obviously still be nothing new from me (with the exception of one teeeeeensy little post scheduled to publish in a few days) until I get back.

Truman is spending the next two weeks in the capable hands (and possibly the comfy bed) of Matt and Amy...'cause if you can't have your own dog back, his brother's the next best thing. :)

Meanwhile, I'll leave you with this photo of me, Wolf, and the Roo, taken just before he went IFT back in August. Auf wiedersehen!

The Truman Has Landed

2008-08-29T14:20:00.000-07:00

It was very quick -- drive up, sign papers, get Roo, take photos, go home.

He gained 4 pounds while he was IFT. He weighs 74 pounds, and looks HUGE to me!

We're settling in and figuring out logistics. Just thought you might want to see the boy as much as I did:

I think he's happy to be home.

Too Hip for Guide Work

2008-08-27T23:28:00.000-07:00

I got the phone call yesterday: Truman has been released from the GDA program, because he has hip dysplasia.

It's just on the left side, and fortunately, it's a mild case. So mild, in fact, that not only does he show no outward signs of it, they had to get the opinion of an orthopedist because the x-rays alone weren't strong enough evidence to make the determination. Missed it by that much....

Of course, I'm sad that he won't graduate and go on to a life of guide work. I'm sad that he can't even go to search and rescue -- which I know he would love -- because he's been released for medical reasons. And I have spent the last 36 hours or so in deep thought and fervent prayer and my fair share of tears, and discussion and e-mail exchanges with many people, in an attempt to make the difficult decision of whether to adopt him myself or to let the school adopt him out to someone else.

The logistics are difficult. I live in a third-floor apartment with no yard, and would no longer be allowed take him to the office where I spend two of my weekdays at work. I would be taking on his medical expenses, no longer receiving reimbursement for his veterinary care. I would be paying for his food, and no longer allowed to claim the things I buy for him as a tax deduction. I would be a little less free to do what I want and go where and when I want. I would no longer have the luxury of dropping him off for free room and board and a bath up at the school. A full-time dog is a human tie-down.

But he's my Roo. He's this little face:

Okay, the face eventually grew more mature. But even when Truman was being difficult and adolescent and full of attitude, barking at nothing and demanding attention from the nearest person, daring me to correct him, this was the little face that I saw in my heart. I love that little face, and the heart behind it, and the messed up hip behind that, and the wagging tail behind that. And if he were to come home to live with me, I would KNOW he'd be getting the care and love that he needs, because it would be given by the person who knows him best and the person who loves him most.

So he will come home.

We will have help from my wonderful boyfriend and some other very supportive and loving people, who understand that my taking him back forever will be a challenge. I will definitely be making a list of the folks -- puppy raisers, friends, family, co-workers -- who have offered to watch him for me occasionally, or who have offered playdates with their own dogs or swim time in their backyard pools (really good exercise for dysplasia).

Yes, I will still update the blog with the last two months or so of photos and adventures...but I wanted to share this news with you right away so that you can share in my joy on Friday, when Truman becomes my Forever Dog. I can't wait.

I Owe...I Know....

2008-07-30T09:48:00.000-07:00

August 7 -- So, I realize I owe you all about two months' worth of posts...and believe me, there is much to post. I really wanted to have everything up to date by tomorrow so I could get a turn-in post up this weekend, but there is so much to do, so much to prepare for, and so much weeping and clinging to Truman I have yet to do before Saturday at noon...I promise I will get all of it up eventually, but it probably won't be anywhere near on time.

Rest assured, though, I will catch you up. And there may even be some interesting puppy news on the horizon....

Rock and Roll

2008-07-29T11:58:00.000-07:00

From an actual IM conversation I just had a few minutes ago with a co-worker (who is working from home today):

me: um...earthquake
gabe: yeah
me: holy crap
me: still moving
gabe: this is a long one
me: man!
gabe: whew... it's rare that i actually have time to remember to find cover
me: at least we have no windows here!
me: lol
gabe: lol
gabe: sad but true
gabe: there are ppl working on the street outside and they didn't even notice it
gabe: they're hardcore
me: lol ... it was a 5.8 centered 2mi SW of Chino Hills
gabe: that's a good size
me: yeah!
gabe: this is so LA of us... IMing while the earthquake is happening
gabe: lol
me: LOL!!!

Meanwhile, Truman was solid as a rock. He did look up from where he was sleeping under my desk, and he stood up at some point and walked over to me -- this was a LOOOOONG earthquake -- but he didn't take much notice otherwise.

A co-worker a few cubicles down from me is quoted as saying, "That is a BAD DOG. He didn't bark or warn us or anything."

I replied, "You mean you didn't get his e-mail?"

It's Official

2008-07-19T14:15:00.000-07:00

I've been dreading going to the mailbox for weeks now, knowing it was coming any day. Today, we got it.

The letter.

Turn-in day is August 9th.

What the Quick Brown Fox Jumped Over

2008-06-30T12:01:00.000-07:00

June 8, 2008 -- Truman and I have pretty much been hanging around the apartment, having a lazy day. Some days, he just looks big and grown up in ways that I've not yet seen. Today, inexplicably, he looks suspicious.

Riding the Rails with Roo, Part 3 (My Dog Is Well Trained)

2008-06-30T00:01:00.000-07:00

(Sorry about the title. Couldn't help myself.)

June 1, 2008 -- Just four months after our first train trip to San Diego, Truman and I were headed there again. And though we were riding in an Amtrak passenger car, this time was different in that the train was being pulled by the steam locomotivewe've come to know and love.

Unlike the trip to Fullerton, this was a full-blown steam excursion that was open to the public; it had been three years in the making, and the cars that followed the engine were filled with families, old-timers and steam enthusiasts who travel to distant locations for opportunities such as this one. As we pulled away from Union Station and rounded a curve of track, I was able to get a quick photo of Santa Fe 3751 in action -- forgive the "filter" of the dirty Amtrak window:

As usual, many people were surprised to see a dog on the train, but Truman makes friends quickly and soon one of our car hosts was snapping his photograph for inclusion in his train club's upcoming newsletter. We settled in and enjoyed the view all the way down the coast, having chosen seats on the side of the train that we knew would be closest to the ocean during the daylight trip southward.

She certainly draws a crowd! We pulled into the historic Santa Fe station in San Diego a few relaxing hours later, and were immediately met with throngs of curious onlookers and TV cameras. Here are some shots of her from the station and from across the street, with the station behind her, against the backdrop of the modern buildings of downtown San Diego:

We were free to explore for a few hours, so Truman and I had a nice lunch in front of the tall ships docked nearby, the most well-known of which, Star of India, had a bunch of people doing rigging or something high up just above the sail.

Before we got back onto the train for the journey home, I took a few shots of the inside of the lovely old Santa Fe station.

The only trouble with traveling is that I come home tired after a full day on the road...but Truman, who has by this time slept for most of the day and left the arrangements and coordination up to me, is ready to play. After having been so well-behaved and "in jacket" all day long, he got home to the apartment and hit the stairs at full shuffle, going up and down three flights twice in the time it took me to do it once, then doing donuts on my living room carpet until I made him go to bed. Is there a way to tap into puppy energy?

CSI: My Apartment

2008-06-29T20:39:00.000-07:00

May 27, 2008 -- The phone call from my roommate came at the end of the day.

Amy: When are you going to be home?

Me: I'm on the road even as we speak. Why?

Amy (laughing): I have to show you something....

When I got back to the apartment, she was sitting against the headboard of her bed, reading a book. She invited me to come in and sit where she was, to get her vantage point.

You may already know that dogs are not allowed in Amy's bedroom. You may also have read here that Truman has grown into a well-mannered dog, trustworthy around the house.

You may not know that my roommate often puts a bath towel on her floor on which she sets "lay flat to dry" clothing.

Click to enlarge the evidence.

I went over the events of the day in my head, and realized he would have had exactly one window of opportunity in which to perpetrate this act of sneakitude: while I was in the bathroom that evening, for approximately three minutes. Stealth Dog strikes again...but he is apparently not smart enough to cover his tracks.

Riding the Rails with Roo, Part 2

2008-06-29T09:01:00.000-07:00

May 24, 2008 -- There's not always an opportunity for us (or most people) to hang out with a big steam locomotive, but there is a local train club here in Southern California where steam enthusiasts gather to build and run their own miniature trains, and to give rides and tours to the public as well.

Truman's favorite human is a member of the Los Angeles Live Steamers, so we were invited to attend their annual Spring meet. People from all over the country descend on the LALS portion of Griffith Park for a weekend of food, entertainment, camping, and riding the little rails through the forest!

We were fortunate to be in the company of one of the core members of the club, who gave us a special walking tour of the facility. Truman enjoyed his stroll through the woods and a photo session with several of the miniature set pieces that make the track circuit even more fun. We thought the bridge was especially cool:

There are full-sized pieces on the property as well. This caboose houses the club's library of historic books, documents, manuals and other train-related ephemera.

The atmosphere was festive, the BBQ was delicious, and the entertainment was provided by our favorite big band, The Fabulous Esquires...and yes, they played "Take the A Train."

If I hadn't had to keep both hands firmly on Truman, I would have taken a photo of us riding this little Santa Fe. Truman is typically an excellent traveler...when he's in an enclosed compartment, that is. When he is sitting on a bench in front of me, with my arms around him to keep him from leaping off, he is less enthusiastic about riding the train. We had a few power struggles in which he was certain that if he wiggled enough, or climbed over me, he could elude my grasp and disembark mid-trip, hobo style. Fortunately, however, my dog-enhanced biceps are well practiced in the art of puppy restraint, and no one caused a derailment....

TrumanVision: Hot Day at GDA

2008-06-28T00:01:00.000-07:00

May 17, 2008 -- GDA is located in Sylmar, which is also known as Blistering UV RayTown. Some days, like this particular Saturday, it's so hot that it's just cruel and unusual punishment to do any obedience work with the dogs up there. So in lieu of the usual monthly puppy classes, the trainers broke out the wading pools in the dog run and had us observe our pups' play behavior.

At first, Truman didn't think much of getting into the water, preferring instead to run around the pools with a toy in his mouth, trying to get the other dogs to take the bait and tug with him. But after a while, the siren song of happy canine splashing was too much to resist, and he joined Camry and Blitz and the rest of the dogs in their jolly water sports.

I'm not sure if he was thirsty here, or just trying to show the water who was boss by digging in it and biting the splashes.

Or Sit. Whatever.

2008-06-27T12:33:00.000-07:00

May 13, 2008

We're With the Band

2008-06-27T00:01:00.000-07:00

May 3, 2008 -- Truman and I are huge fans of The Fabulous Esquires Big Band, so when we heard they were playing the Armed Forces Dance at Atomic Ballroom, we knew there was a good time to be had!

Though I did get a little dancing in, we mostly just hung out in the corner with the musicians' gear, watching the swing dancers and enjoying the tunes with a couple of other friends of the band. Because Truman is so enamored of the saxophone section, he sat in next to the bari for a couple of numbers. He figured his primary job was to look cool and detached, like a real jazz musician.

He was eventually so cool and detached that he fell asleep.

TrumanVision, Sort Of: If Only I Were Taller

2008-06-26T15:55:00.000-07:00

May 2, 2008 -- If Truman had been tall enough to look out the window of the tool car, this is what he would have experienced. Fortunately, I shot this snippet of video to show him later. Just listen to that whistle!

Riding the Rails with Roo

2008-06-25T09:57:00.000-07:00

May 2, 2008 -- Sometimes you do an outing because it's a valuable learning experience for the dog, and sometimes you do an outing because it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Lots of future guide dogs have taken the train; Truman's first experience with this form of public transportation was an Amtrak trip down to San Diego. But how many dogs can claim an adventure as an unofficial crew member aboard a historic tool car pulled by an antique steam locomotive?

Thanks to our favorite steam locomotive fireman, Truman and I were invited to ride with the crew of Santa Fe 3751, owned and maintained by the San Bernardino Railroad Historical Society, as they ran the mighty 1927 steamer on an excursion down to Fullerton's annual Railroad Days festival.

It was an amazing trip! The tool car, pictured below, has open windows in the doors so you can stick your head out and feel the breeze, take a look around, and take in the entire sensory experience as you roll down the track.

The funniest part was watching the faces of Joe and Jane Citizen as we chugged over freeways and past strip malls...even folks who live close to the tracks don't see THIS every day. Kids and adults alike waved enthusiastically as we passed, and I wish I could have counted the number of people who held up their camera phones (even from the windows of moving vehicles) to capture a little piece of this elegant time machine.

As I'd predicted, Truman was excited and wiggly as soon as we got on board, but settled in quickly and was content to ride on the old wooden floor of the car, getting up only to occasionally seek attention and ear rubs from his friendly crew mates.

Meanwhile, I had been warned that a ride in the tool car could be hazardous to decent clothing, so Truman's official puppy-in-training jacket didn't stay on him very long (and in the few minutes he did wear it, he managed to magically attract some grease that took three wash cycles, half a bottle of soap, a stiff-bristled brush and a near exorcism to remove). But any dog who's riding a steam train needs to wear a bandanna, right? So we went with the skull & crossbones theme, which turned out to be a good choice -- on one prior excursion, the crew apparently flew a Jolly Roger from the engine just for fun. Truman fit right in with the rest of the guys.

His jacket wasn't the only thing that needed a bath when we got home. By the end of the day, after lolling about and picking up some souvenir grime from the collection that has accumulated on the floor over the last 60 or so years, Truman was almost a black Lab.

It May Be Worse Than I Thought

2008-06-06T17:04:00.000-07:00

So, the vet put him under, looked up both nostrils, and found nothing up the boy's nose. Nada. No foxtail, not even mucous membrane damage to indicate that a foxtail had been there. What could it be? According to the vet:

1.) Could be an allergy of some kind.
2.) Could be a foxtail that has somehow been snorted wayyyyyy up there, only detectable by the use of a pediatric endoscope through the mouth and up the back way into his nasal workings. That's apparently specialist domain; regular vets don't typically have to do this.
3.) Could be something else. (Thanks, that was helpful.)

At any rate, I was instructed to keep an eye on him for further sneezing episodes, which would apparently get worse; excessive discharge, in colors that would indicate the presence of infection; and/or blood, which is just never what you want to see in any case.

So today I went downstairs for a couple of minutes to get something out of the truck, and when I got back up to the apartment, my roommate and I had the following exchange:

Amy: "Um, Truman was making this awful gagging/choking noise, and then he spat something on the floor."

Me: "What was it?"

Amy (holding open a napkin): "This."

Me (freaking out, after a split-second look at what was once a spider): "EWW! You could have just said! You didn't have to SHOW me!"

It was a few minutes before it dawned on me that the spider could have been our option number three. Makes sense, in a way -- no mucous membrane damage, possibly bit him in the mouth or nose and caused irritation that might result in sneezing. Also makes sense that Truman would find a way to present me with some kind of horrible nightmare starring creatures that freak me out more than just about anything else.

He is still sneezing occasionally, but it's just once or twice instead of the crazy, minute-long violent sneezing jags he had on Wednesday and Thursday. No funny-colored dog snot, no blood.

My dog the spider-snorter. Figures.

Reason #517 Not to Be Sniffy

2008-06-05T07:59:00.000-07:00

It's foxtail season.

Apparently, someone -- who shall remain nameless -- stuck his nose where it didn't belong, when no one was looking, and is now at the vet, having surgery.

He'll be fine, but it's derailed our plans for his big weekend visit with his sister Tori. Hopefully this will teach him not to go snorting up the vegetation.

Never seen a foxtail? This handy foxtail info page will show you what you should be looking out for, especially if you live here in Southern California....

Truman Gets Culture

2008-05-19T03:35:00.000-07:00

April 25, 2008 -- No education is complete without a little art appreciation, so we spent an afternoon perusing the permanent collection at the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena.

While my favorite gallery was the 14th-16th century European art, Truman enjoyed the courtyard full of statuary, ducks, and potentially delicious plant life.

A day of pondering the meaning of art is enough to make one introspective.

Truman's New Friend

2008-05-16T01:53:00.000-07:00

If you've been a reader of this blog for any length of time, you'll know that Truman's an exuberant sort, given to great bursts of energy and making friends wherever he goes. In his estimation, everyone is a potential playmate.

Eighteen-year-old Tigger is no exception.

When they first met, she was not pleased about this young punk Labrador thundering into her territory with all the grace and subtlety of a drunken rhinoceros in red sequined tap shoes. The Roo was, of course, fearless as always, but Aged Feline in Residence Tigger planted herself at the top of the stairs and made her displeasure known by standing her ground, emitting some unearthly growls and I'm-not-kidding hisses, and doing her Jurassic best to position her old bones into a semi-threatening arch of cranky catness.

As the months have passed, Truman's enthusiasm has not waned. While his spirited persistence -- sometimes in the form of a springy hop-dance and the generously hopeful offering of a squeaky toy -- hasn't resulted in the kind of camaraderie he would enjoy in a cat of his very own, there is now at least a level of tolerance that seems acceptable to all parties involved.

The growling is softer now, the hissing less frequent, and the proximity ever nearer. Truman followed Tigger around the living room once, getting close enough to sniff the very end of her tail, at which she merely turned and gave him a dirty look before continuing her long and creaky walk back to bed. I tried to explain to him that Tigger is a senior citizen, not particularly interested in rough-housing with puppies or anyone else.

But hope springs eternal, and so does Truman.

Truman Swings at the House of Mouse

2008-05-15T06:51:00.000-07:00

April 19, 2008 -- Since Truman had been on a couple of Disneyland trips during the day, I thought it was time to introduce him to night life at the Magic Kingdom. Every Saturday night (Fridays too, during the summer), there's swing dancing to a live band at Carnation Plaza.

It was a very crowded evening, and though he'd managed crowds well during the day, Truman seemed a bit stressed while navigating them after dark. Typical of the little man, however, he did very well as soon as we were at our destination and he had a chance to settle in.

When Truman wasn't tapping his toenails to the sounds of Stompy Jones, he was hanging out with his auntie Cathryn so I could do a little dancing myself.

One Last Time, Truman Asks You to Vote for Laurie!

2008-05-14T18:25:00.000-07:00

UPDATE: Truman's good friend Laurie has made the FINALS (it's just her and one other person!) in Amazon.com's "Beedle the Bard Ballad Writing Contest," where the grand prize is a trip for two to London to read J.K. Rowling's handwritten, unpublished book of fairy tales, mentioned in the 7th Harry Potter book. She asked me to thank all of you who voted for her in the semi-finals...and hopes you will vote one last time!

Will you take a moment to vote for "Laura H." here on the Amazon contest page?

Thanks!

Literacy Lab

2008-05-14T09:50:00.000-07:00

April 14, 2008 -- This morning, Truman and I participated in a "Story Tails" reading program at a local elementary school. The program is designed to encourage children who have trouble reading to practice their skills by spending ten minutes reading a story to a service dog, after which they are rewarded by getting to pet the dog and ask questions about his or her special job.

Truman and I were joined that day by Gina and Halle, a couple of lovely black Labs who, upon career-changing from GDA, decided to become therapy dogs (hence their special bandannas in the photo below). Being the youngest and least experienced, Truman was the most excited dog in the school library that day. The minute he laid eyes on Gina and Halle, any semblance of calm he had walked in with went bye-bye.

The librarian who hosted us matched each child with the appropriate dog...one little boy in particular stole my heart. He seemed a bit fidgety at first, and unsure of what he was supposed to be doing, but he settled in after a few minutes and did a pretty good job with his book. The librarian asked me how it went, and told me that she'd matched us because this particular little boy "has a bit of trouble sitting still," and she thought he and Truman might be able to relate to each other.

Sheesh -- is it that obvious?

Anyway, it was good practice for everyone, and the kids seemed to love reading to the dogs and showing them the pictures on each page.

Let it not be said that Truman doesn't give to his community!

Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree...

2008-05-13T10:11:00.000-07:00

...with anyone else but Roo:

It was a pleasure spending the afternoon at the apple farm with my two handsome and photogenic gentlemen....

The Farm

2008-05-12T12:12:00.000-07:00

The best part of our trip to Camino? Wolf's family owns some land on which they used to operate an organic apple farm, and it was a special treat to be able to visit.

Truman sits at the boundary of the land, with a neighboring property in the background:

A few shots of the farm:

More to come....

Road Trip to Camino

2008-05-11T09:40:00.000-07:00

April 11-13, 2008 -- Five-thirty in the morning is early by my standards, but when you have to get on the road for a seven-hour drive up to northern California, ya gotta do whatcha gotta do. Luggage? Check. Snacks and water for the road? Check. Dog food? Check. Portable, fold-up Labrador Retriever? Check.

Once again, Truman proved his mettle as a traveling companion on the road to Camino, where we were headed for a "work weekend" at the forest-nestled home of my boyfriend's spry-but-not-quite-spry-enough-to-sweep-pine-needles-off-her-own-roof octogenarian aunt Inge.

Aside from traumatizing Inge's little dog Sadie and creating MORE work for the weekend by meeting the screen door at ramming speed, Truman was a very good house guest. He enjoyed the sights (different kinds of birds!), sounds (new barking opportunities!), and smells (wow! whose poop is THIS?) of the forest.

After the house and yard projects were complete, we explored the nearby town of Placerville (known as "Old Hangtown" for obvious California Gold Rush-era reasons). We visited the Thomas Kinkade gallery (Kinkade grew up in Placerville); the oldest continuously operating hardware store west of the Mississippi; a cozy little used book store; and the historic Cary House Hotel. Here's Truman posing on the landing of the staircase in the hotel lobby:

One uniquely wonderful part of our trip is that since Wolf's dad and aunt emigrated from Germany, Inge introduced us to lots of authentic German cuisine, both home-cooked and at a favorite family establishment, the St. Pauli Inn in Pollock Pines, where I ate schnitzel and sauerkraut on the outdoor deck overlooking the American River. No, I did not share. Truman does NOT need the cabbage.

Tomorrow, you'll see some photos from our favorite part of the weekend....

Good Luck, Stuart!

2008-05-10T21:33:00.000-07:00

Like our friend Oceana, Stuart is being turned in for formal training today.

We've known Stuart since his was just a little guy -- he's only three weeks older than Truman. And we're hoping that by the time Roo gets to formal training next August, Stuart and Oceana will be ready to show him the ropes. Good luck, guys!

By a Waterfall, I'm Calling "Rooooooo"....

2008-04-04T15:14:00.000-07:00

March 21, 2008 -- Truman and I accompanied the manager of The Fabulous Esquires Big Band (our favorite to dance to!) on a field trip to check out the venue for one of their upcoming gigs. While everyone involved was talking business, Truman and I found a nice spot for a photo. He only tried to jump in once...but unfortunately, I don't have a picture of that.

While we waited for the meeting to end, we also ended up playing the role of educator, which typically happens when a puppy raiser stands still for too long in a public place. Dan was a very nice man -- here from New York on business, and apparently quite the dog lover -- but he asked more questions than a curious kindergartener.

I'm considering drafting an FAQ sheet to hand out in cases like this....

Gradual Introduction to Disneyland

2008-03-31T14:11:00.001-07:00

January 18 and March 8, 2008 -- Truman is old enough now to go to Disneyland (and other theme parks and major large-crowd locations and events), but knowing his historic tendency toward getting overwhelmed with excitement, I've decided to introduce him slowly.

In January, I took him with me when I upgraded my Disneyland annual passport, where he let me know what he thinks of the current park admission price:

We didn't actually enter the park, even though it seemed like a light attendance day. Instead, we spent a little time walking around Downtown Disney and taking photos in the area between the two parks. We did briefly go into California Adventure just to sit in the ice cream place (well, okay, HE just sat...I had a waffle cone), but that was just like taking him to a restaurant, so it was no big deal.

Then in March, a friend of mine from high school was in town with his family, so Truman and I met them at the Magic Kingdom for a few hours. As it was Saturday around Spring Break time, the place was packed. But Truman navigated the crowds with little concern, and behaved like a gentleman while we ate lunch outside during a very rowdy game of musical chairs, hosted by the Mad Hatter.

We only tackled a few of the rides, but he even seemed to handle the Haunted Mansion with a reasonable amount of calm (you just never know about the end of the elevator ride where the lights go out and everyone screams). He seemed to enjoy the train, too, or at least the view from there....

But I think Truman's favorite part of the day was making a new friend -- while he liked Steve and his wife Michael and little Kennon, he and Shaughnassy hit it off the best, right from the moment they met. Maybe it's because she's smart and funny and very good at remembering the etiquette about how to act around a service dog! Or maybe it's because she was wearing a Cheshire Cat on her head....

Why We Love a Nice Long Kennel Stay

2008-03-27T13:09:00.000-07:00

March 1, 2008 -- The good folks at GDA encourage us to kennel our dogs at the school as often as we can, so they get used to being in that environment and will be less likely to stress out when they go to live there for six months or so of formal training.

It's never been tough for me to take rambunctious Truman up to the school for several days. I know he's in good hands, and the people there know him, and it gives me a nice break every once in a while. However, as Truman gets older -- and therefore closer to the day I will take him up there and not get to pick him up a week later -- it's been harder to make myself schedule those visits.

But as a dog owner, you just can't beat this deal: free room and board for your dog for as long as you like, and at the end of his stay you get to take home a worn-out, freshly bathed canine who's had a vet exam and a good time with his friends.

Truman came home this time and put himself to bed almost immediately, cuddling up with his blankets and his Nylabone. They're awfully cute when they're sleeping, aren't they?

Whatsamatter?

2008-03-25T13:23:00.000-07:00

Cat got your tongue?

This is one of Truman's silliest toys: a little rubber ball with a huge rubber tongue attached to it. My mom and dad (who sent it to us for Christmas) had asked me for a picture of him playing with it, but it's been a challenge getting one...because Truman usually picks it up and chews on it from the wrong end!

Not Exactly Truman Cottontail...

2008-03-23T15:24:00.000-07:00

...though there was plenty of hippity-hoppity happening this lovely Easter morning.

This time last year, Truman was still a small and feisty pup who hadn't yet had all his shots OR mastered the art of appropriately-timed piddling. Consequently, I didn't get to attend my favorite sunrise service on Will Rogers State Beach. But this year I was determined to take him!

Last week, I realized he hadn't ever been to the beach, and I wondered how he would do walking on the sand. So at our obedience class, where there is a sand pit full of playground equipment, I tested him. Two steps in, and I had a dog spinning in circles at the end of the leash, butt tucked in and shuffling madly. Then he peed.

Okay then.

We did a bit more walking for practice, until I was confident he'd be able to handle the service. And this morning, he did well! We arrived in the dark, made our way to an open spot and sat down on some beach towels. He was a little antsy for a bit, ears on high alert and fidgeting to get comfortable, watching birds and children, sniffing the salty air and snorting up sand, but he eventually settled in for the sermon. Good dog! It was a fine test of his self control.

This is not to say he was not right on the verge of shuffling his way back to the parking lot after the service, back legs hopping wildly in the sand as I gripped the leash with both hands and ushered him quickly back up the walkway...but we take what we can get, especially for a first time.

And now, after some time at a friend's house for post-church breakfast and fellowship (thanks again, Kristy & Emily -- and Truman would like seconds on the belly rub, please), we are filled with joy and pancakes, sleepy from a day well spent. Happy Easter, everyone!

Happy Trumanversary

2008-03-09T18:30:00.000-07:00

One year ago today, I was outside the puppy nursery at GDA, meeting this little blank slate of a canine who would be my charge for the next year and a half or so. So cute, so sharp-toothed, so moody:

As of today, we've written a year's worth of experience on that slate, and I can hardly believe so much time has passed. Truman is still cute, and still moody. Thankfully, though, his angry little shark mouth has been replaced with a more mature face full of big-dog teeth. Here we are now:

And here he is with his Amy:

Happy Anniversary, Roo! Smile!

More Brother Time

2008-02-25T15:39:00.000-08:00

February 16, 2008 -- There is something in this litter...a freaky telepathic connection, at the very least between Truman and his brother Tai.

I know this, because every time Truman is driving me nuts with a multiple-day burst of uncontrollable energy that seems to refuse to be worked or played out of him by any normal means, I get a phone call from Matt and Amy:

"Is your dog on crack right now? Because our dog is on crack right now. Brother shuffle time is available in our yard, effective immediately."

So off we go to visit. Truman, predictably, knows which exit I have taken off the freeway and springs up to look out the window. How. Does. He. Always. KNOW?!?

The running commences. The wrestling, the chasing, the springing, the teeth-rattling. We are in the Doofus Zone for the next few hours until they're both manageable once again. Boys will be boys.

Truman Tours the U.S.S. Midway

2008-02-15T21:45:00.000-08:00

February 8, 2008 -- With a title like that, how could I not have him wear his American flag collar?

A day-long outing in unfamiliar territory is an excellent test of a dog's ability to tolerate stress. I'm happy to report that Truman did well on today's adventure! Our first trip by rail went smoothly; Truman settled nicely onto the Amtrak train for the ride down to San Diego, home of the U.S.S. Midway museum. I guess he figured that after being folded up in the back of a Kia Sorrento on the way to and from Mammoth, this was luxurious travel.

Then came our tour of the Midway, and Truman's first brush with military accommodations. I think he's decided enlisted life is not for him. His closet at home is bigger than these measly lockers....

He does, however, want to steer. This is nothing new.

The ship was full of interesting smells and noises, and we even managed to find some unusual surfaces to walk on. Not too bad for a floor you can see through:

And here, Truman hopes the "remain very still until it goes away" snake avoidance principle also holds true for bombs:

Truman and me, all squinty on the flight deck at the end of the day:

We exited the ship a couple times during the day so Truman could relieve and have a bit of out-of-jacket time, which he seemed to appreciate. He's a confident dog, seemingly unafraid of anything, but he still has a tendency to get overwhelmed with excitement in new places, and it was nice to let him have a little on-leash shuffle time on the grassy area adjacent to the dock, to let off some steam.

After our tour, we had a quick bite to eat at a nearby deli, then boarded the train at about sunset for the enjoyable trip back home. He was more than happy to sleep the whole way.

Puppy Valentine's Day

2008-02-14T17:08:00.000-08:00

For Valentine's Day, Truman enjoys a reunion with an old love...Mr. Banana.

And How Did YOU Get Here?

2008-02-10T09:05:00.000-08:00

Today's winning search query that led someone to the Beastie blog:

"yellow lab wild in evening time"

Yeah. Tell me about it, man.

The Secret to Exhaustion

2008-02-06T16:47:00.000-08:00

December 29, 2007 -- When they weren't running and wrestling and shuffling in the snow, they were running and wrestling and shuffling in the house. We had to separate them and make them lie down. And if they made eye contact, the epic battle raged on all over again. This is a rare moment: the two of them, in one place, touching, and not engaged in hound-to-hound combat:

When they weren't rolling around on each other, snorting like little bulls and knocking down knick-knacks with the swoosh of a mighty tail, they were busy starting their own quality assurance business: Tai & Truman's Toy Testing ("You Make 'Em, We'll Break 'Em!"). The end of our trip saw us packing a bag full of alleged indestructibles, in various states of disrepair, dysfunction, or disembowelment. The braided-fleece tug toy may be the only thing they were unable to vanquish (though in his defense, Truman did prove most adept at pulling out individual strands, which I think shows some excellent fine motor skills).

He was as good a passenger on the way home as on the way there, though there was an unfortunate incident in freezing wind-whipped Mojave, where the gales were such that he basically peed on his own legs. Neither of us was particularly thrilled about that.

We got home just fine on the 30th, and I sent him for a puppysitting visit to play with his sister on New Year's Eve.

There is, apparently, a magic combination of factors involved in making Truman tired beyond a one-day stretch. I believe we have finally stumbled upon this combination:

3 days in Mammoth with brother Tai + 1 overnight stay at sister Tia's house = 2.5 days of sleepy, sleepy Truman

I have never seen him so motionless. I had to keep checking to see if he was breathing.

Snow Dogs Allowed

2008-02-05T16:24:00.000-08:00

Tell me they're not brothers.

There's No Shuffle Like A Snow Shuffle

2008-02-04T19:10:00.000-08:00

December 27, 2007 -- Black dogs show up better in the snow. Here, Truman's brother Tai demonstrates how the boys spent their time in Mammoth:

Truman of the North

2008-02-03T07:28:00.000-08:00

I realize I've been remiss (again...) in posting lately. It occurred to me today that I owe you some photos of our trip to Mammoth.

December 26, 2007 -- Truman was an excellent traveler. His first road trip, stuffed on the floor of the back seat with me and three people's luggage for several hours of traffic and bad weather, on our way up the mountain...not too shabby. He mostly just slept, with little complaint, and would occasionally raise his little yellow head to get sympathy and an ear rub from Matt & Amy in the front.

This was also Truman's first snow experience! While Tai was uncertain at first about this cold, wet stuff that made you work to move around, Truman leapt into a bank with nary a second thought. From there, it was a comic delight -- he would shove his snout into the snow to investigate, often resurfacing with a mouth full of pine needles and a springing leap into a land-dolphin maneuver over to Tai, who would meet him in the air Milli Vanilli-style to set off yet another round of brother wrestling.

I'm pretty sure he loved every minute of it.

We Needed the Rain, But....

2008-02-02T12:44:00.000-08:00

The Dog (by Ogden Nash)

The truth I do not stretch or shove
When I state that the dog is full of love.
I've also found, by actual test,
A wet dog is the lovingest.

Alas, My Dog Is a Mama's Boy

2008-01-28T20:40:00.000-08:00

The following is an actual IM exchange that occurred between me and my roommate, after she spent an evening watching Truman while I was out.

amy: Roo was so depressed after you left

amy: REALLY depressed

jenny: maybe he was just tired?

jenny: (i hope?)

amy: He was lying on his cushion, I went down to the laundry, came back, and he was still in exactly the same place, just staring mournfully at me--even though I came into the apartment with a key and everything

amy: Eventually he went down to your room and was lying there for a while

amy: So I finally went down and asked if he wanted to go in the kennel, and he did.

amy: That was our sad little evening

TrumanVision: Old Carrot, New Carrot

2008-01-14T09:30:00.000-08:00

Puppy Birthday to Yooooooou

2008-01-14T08:06:00.000-08:00

Truman is one year old today! To celebrate, I'm walking him down the street to the fancy dog wash, where they will undoubtedly lavish him with cookies and affection; taking him to our monthly puppy raiser meeting tonight; and giving him a present that I thought would be perfect for the occasion.

Do you remember Truman's favorite carrot?

Then:

Now:

I found another one, in a more big-dog-appropriate size:

Happy Birthday, Roo!

Based on Actual Events

2008-01-07T10:17:00.000-08:00

The puppy raiser watched in disbelief as the idiot let his three dogs -- each one dragging a leash behind it -- wander along the hillside path, relieving indiscriminately and digging up the recently planted indigenous vegetation, sending a hail of dirt out onto the concrete walkway.

She was close enough to see the man, to see that he knew what his dogs were doing but didn't plan to take action. The idiot had seen the dog stopped several yards behind him, had seen the puppy raiser standing there while the dog was stopped, had seen the puppy raiser glare at him as she pulled the bag out of her pocket and picked up his dog's waste.

So when she caught up with him and handed him a small blue bag full of Pomeranian poo, with a civil but pointed "I believe this is yours," she was not surprised in the least at his response.

"Oh, huhhuh, is it?" He laughed nervously and flicked his eyes toward the offender, who was still pawing furiously at the dirt.

"Yes, perpetrated by the same one who's currently digging back there."

"Oh, uh, huhhuh, is he?" Another quick glance at the digger.

"Yes."

"Hehheh, yeah, it's tough having three dogs, y'know?"

"Yeah," she replied, letting her better judgment filter out the things she wanted to say as she maintained control of her mouth and her puppy (who, despite the understandable distraction of three very close-proximity and thankfully friendly dogs, was doing pretty well). "And it's tough having just one when other people let their dogs run around illegally off-leash."

Next time, thought the puppy raiser, she'd look at one of the dogs' ID tags, and maybe their irresponsible owner would get a nice letter or phone call from Los Angeles Parks & Rec or Animal Control.

Or maybe even someone pretending to be from Los Angeles Parks & Rec or Animal Control.

She wondered what the fine was for violating the leash law and posted signage....

Happy Roo Year

2007-12-31T23:59:00.000-08:00

May your 2008 be joyous, prosperous, and filled with the blessings of family and dear friends. Truman and I wish you a very Happy New Year!

Going Up the Mountain

2007-12-26T09:16:00.000-08:00

Truman and I had a great Christmas day, with presents and family and food and a little time for reflection. We hope yours was lovely as well!

And now we're headed up to Mammoth with Tai and his people for a few days in the snow! Thus, there will be no blogging until about New Year's....

In the meantime, please enjoy the billions of posts that I just put up a few days ago. I hadn't blogged since about Thanksgiving, so if you want to see everything since then, be sure to click on the archives to your right.

We'll come back with lots of good brothers-in-the-snow pictures, I'm sure. See you soon!

Merry Christmas from Truman

2007-12-25T20:49:00.000-08:00

May you be blessed today, as we are, and remember the true Source of hope and expectation, who is the reason for this holiday. Merry Christmas.

Not a Creature Was Stirring...

2007-12-24T23:59:00.000-08:00

...not even the Roo.

Seeing Other People

2007-12-23T18:58:00.000-08:00

Truman has become very focused on me & very clingy lately, so I've begun farming him out to other puppy raisers, especially ones he does not know well.

Fellow raiser Tracy and her brother Steven took him for a few days. Truman had a great time -- he went to a couple of Christmas parties, the Cal State Long Beach campus, and a brunch at Knott's Berry Farm, where he and Tai both met Snoopy.

Aside from barking at door noises (even on TV) and stealing a piece of pineapple off a slice of pizza, he was a good boy. He and Tai spent hours and hours amusing the Dolan family in a typical display of what I like to call, "MUST...CONTINUE...PLAYING...!" The boys just don't get tired of each other. Or tired at all.

My favorite quote from Tracy: "Truman's a funny guy." Yes. Yes, he is.

I'm glad he burned off a little energy; I have a lot to do over the next few days. Thanks again, guys!

Truman at the Grove

2007-12-12T16:54:00.000-08:00

As a fellow "employee" of the nonprofit where I work, Truman got to attend our annual holiday party -- a lunch at Maggiano's Little Italy. Because he was so good, tucked into a corner under the table where I was sitting, many people didn't even know he was there. But he wasn't left out of the merry-making! After our "white elephant" gift exchange, the VP of my department stood up and announced that Truman should receive a gift as well. She handed me a cute little bag, in which was a bone-shaped ceramic bowl for his Christmas treats.

After lunch, I took Truman for a little walk through The Grove shopping center, greeting the enthusiastic children of harried holiday shoppers, and stopping for photos in front of Santa's house. When we'd had enough of the crowds, Truman and I headed toward the parking structure to take one last picture before the trafficky drive home.

Our Favorite Meeting of the Year

2007-12-10T21:17:00.000-08:00

The December puppy raiser meeting is always my favorite. There's plenty of food (and chocolate!), everybody's in a good mood, the photo-op decor is festive, and the holiday spirit abounds. Nobody seems to mind the chaos.

In addition to a raffle and a gift exchange (we got a fleece tug toy and an adorable paw print cookie jar filled with organic dog biscuits), recent tradition has added the viewing of a year-end DVD full of photo montages. This year's show included the usual "everyone's included" video as well as salutes to the South Bay breeder dogs, retirees, "doodles," and Christmas parade participants. Plenty of tears and belly-laughs to go around....

Funny how the humans are the only ones tired after such a long evening. Looks like whoever plugged in the tree also plugged in the dogs:

Ghosts of Christmas Past

2007-12-08T15:22:00.000-08:00

One tradition at the GDA holiday potluck is the puppy Christmas tree. Puppy raisers bring an ornament for their puppy-in-training, and hang it on the tree. Ornaments from previous years are hung on the walls of the building.

Next year, after Truman has been turned in for formal training, I will find this little ornament I made for him, and hopefully have a good laugh.

Our Festive Friends

2007-12-08T15:17:00.000-08:00

Lex

Stuart

Oceana

Roxy

Party Time at GDA

2007-12-08T15:04:00.000-08:00

Today was the annual GDA holiday potluck up at the school.

It rarely occurs to us puppy raisers because this is our everyday existence, but when you stop to think about it, it's pretty remarkable how well behaved these dogs can be. Dozens of them, all in one place -- and puppies, at that -- in close proximity to each other in the presence of food, people of all ages, and unusual sights and sounds. You might expect an explosion of barking, at the very least. But somehow, it never goes that crazy.

Not to say that it can't go a LITTLE crazy, especially when littermates are involved.

After Truman, Tai and Tori posed nicely for several photos in the little sleigh (did someone say "cookie," Truman?), the three of them -- as if on cue -- took a simultaneous flying leap over the decoration on the side, like furry little superheroes. I wish someone had captured it on camera...would have made great video.

Anyway, after that, I think they were a little concerned that Santa thought they were naughty.

America's Next Top Model

2007-12-05T20:31:00.000-08:00

Because it took me so long to sew the garland on Truman's jacket, I decided to leave it on an extra day or two so he could show off for my co-workers. When we went back to work on Tuesday, I was thrilled to discover that the lobby of the building had been decorated for Christmas. I took a few quick photos, then the graphic designer at my organization offered to take a few more with her nice camera equipment.

The folks at the building security desk folks are very nice, and they love Truman -- especially Yolanda. When she noticed Truman was getting distracted by passersby who stopped to watch his little fashion photo shoot, she very kindly (and unsolicited) directed traffic for us. We felt quite fancy and important.

Do I hear reindeer on the roof?

Santa? Is that you?

This Year's Christmas Card Photo

2007-12-03T21:07:00.000-08:00

Sure, he doesn't look thrilled about the jingle collar. But come on -- he's even cute when he's mortified!

Truman On Parade

2007-12-02T19:30:00.000-08:00

The South Bay puppy raisers march in the Downey Christmas Parade every year. It's a great opportunity to spread holiday cheer as well as awareness of the GDA program. The dogs get terrific exposure to crowds, marching bands, horses, and all kinds of other distractions. It's fun for the people, too. Everyone dresses in Santa hats and red vests, and gets to spend the first hour or so trying to prevent their puppy from chewing the garland off its jacket.

This year, our day began at Baker's Square restaurant, where we met the group for breakfast. After attempting to settle Truman under the table in the presence of some exuberant young puppies and apparently fragrant intact females, we relocated, I was able to use both hands on things like utensils for my pancakes, and he did just fine.

Here's how it went: The walk to and from the parking lot to the parade staging area was practically longer than the parade itself. Truman -- who is usually a champion loose-lead walker -- nearly decapitated himself by pulling so hard on the leash, he was so excited. My left arm was killing me by the end of the route, but I know he had a great time. Everyone applauded for the dogs, and the excited shouts of "puppy!" and "doggy!" from children lining the route were a welcome addition to the shouts of holiday well-wishing. And, this being Southern California, it was a brisk and Decembery 78 degrees outside.

He was NOT tired afterward.

SnuggleRoo

2007-11-30T13:58:00.000-08:00

Truman has been very affectionate, very clingy lately, which is quite nice in the chilly weather. Every time I turn around, it seems like he's on Amy's feet or at the base of whatever piece of furniture I'm sitting on, doing his best to look cute and cuddly. And there's nothing like snuggling up next to a warm puppy for a nap in front of the (fake) fireplace. Gaze upon the SnuggleRoo and envy his well-loved people and their nice warm toes!

Perhaps Something In a Sailor Suit?

2007-11-26T22:32:00.000-08:00

After returning a costume I'd rented for the Victorian Grand Ball I attended with a friend from my swing dance classes, I walked Truman around Old Torrance for a while until we stumbled upon "The WWII Store." The proprietor was very kind and invited us in with great enthusiasm (which is not something you always get when you have a dog in tow). Neat place -- the store grew out of this one man's personal collection, and has since expanded to include an interesting selection of vintage uniforms & clothing, models & dioramas, films, memorabilia, military ribbons and insignia, and of course, books from floor to ceiling.

I didn't see anything there that might fit Truman, but I'll have to pay another visit before I go back to the Great Los Angeles Air Raid this coming year.

I Swear It Wasn't Me

2007-11-25T23:01:00.000-08:00

Breakfast on Main Street

2007-11-25T21:03:00.000-08:00

September 22, 2007 -- Restaurants are always an adventure with Truman, because if I don't do good enough under-the-table recon, there is potential for great mess making. It's happened before: the apparently delicious puddle of syrup I didn't see against the dark pattern of the carpet, the gum I completely missed until it was so embedded that I had to do hair surgery....

But this was quite a successful outing, despite the challenges inherent in an outdoor venue like the patio of the Omelette Parlor. Namely, birds and bird by-products.

Truman is quite the avian enthusiast around our neighborhood, typically going out of his way to acknowledge our feathered friends, greet them, and very thoughtfully alert me to their presence so that I may enjoy them as well. And there were plenty of birds on the patio this post-thunderstorm morning, having emerged from their rainy day hideaways in search of carelessly dropped breakfast tidbits. However, the boy was quite well behaved! He spotted them from his place on the brick floor beneath the table; he watched them, but he did not move.

When it rains, poor Truman is mostly relegated to my apartment because there's no suitably dry place for him to play outside, and this thunderstorm had given him quite a case of cabin fever. So, after exercising such remarkable restraint at the restaurant, I thought he deserved a little stroll down Main Street. So we window-shopped and people-watched and did our best to avoid other folks with dogs. Not too shabby! He pulled at the leash a bit, but was mostly cooperative, even for a couple of photos (though there is a limit to his patience).

"I will pose for your stupid artsy photo, but I will NOT be happy about it."

The Definition of Trust

2007-11-24T12:20:00.000-08:00

Leaving the burrito unattended on the seat of the vehicle while you walk around to get into the driver's side.

Truman and I have achieved trust.

Truman's First Thanksgiving

2007-11-23T09:50:00.000-08:00

As much a part of our lives as these puppies become, sometimes it's hard to remember that the holidays we spend with them are often the first and only ones we get to spend with them. Truman is ten months old, so by this time next year, he will most likely be in formal training up at GDA. The thought is always bittersweet.

We spent yesterday at my aunt's house with her and my two cousins. While Truman had had an uncharacteristically mellow few days -- I'd been sick and thus he didn't get as much exercise as we all know he desperately needs -- he was very well behaved under the restraint of a leash and some marathon down-stays. It must have been difficult. He's always excited about visiting other people's houses, he knew there were cats on the property, and everywhere he turned, there was something forbidden that looked delicious and smelled even better.

I played with him for a few minutes in the backyard so he could get some of his energy out before I asked him to lie down politely next to my chair during dinner. Aside from a few "grumpus noises" of complaint (he is less a whiner than a grumbler, vocally speaking), he was quite patient. Nevertheless, while I was on the phone with my parents, Truman decided he'd had quite enough of this self-control business and broke into a gloriously unfettered Labrador Shuffle, much to the delight of my aunt and cousin, who had never witnessed such a display (they have two very dignified cats, no dogs). The house is hardly puppy-proof, but Truman is surprisingly nimble and managed to turn his speedy circles on the carpet with only one head-smack into the coffee table. The hardwood floor proved amusing but not as shuffle-friendly, so he returned to the living room for the finale. I haven't heard my aunt laugh that hard in a while....

An after-dinner stroll around a nearby park and a brief visit to the neighbor's house -- where he was greeted with great enthusiasm by young and old alike at their family-packed celebration -- rounded out the evening nicely, and we returned home to a good night's sleep: mine, due to the turkey; Truman's, a job well done.

Happy Thanksgiving

2007-11-22T00:01:00.000-08:00

He may not look it in this photo, but I know for a fact that Truman is thankful for many things. Food. Naps. Playtime with his favorite canine buddies. Belly rubs. Ear rubs. Chicken chips. Ice cubes. Magnolia leaves. Denim. Birds. Wind. His Amy (pictured here).

I, too, am thankful for many things. Food. Naps. Playtime with my favorite canine buddies...okay, you get the idea. Honestly, there's just too much in my life to list in the blessings column without making this the world's longest post. I have a great "day job" and the most satisfying volunteer work I can imagine. I'm healthy, I'm loved, and I'm free. I have a lovable, goofy dog, and a lovable, goofy roommate who will tolerate posing with him just because I notice their outfits match.

There is so much more to acknowledge. Not only do I owe thanks to God for the grace He has extended to me in my life, I owe thanks to family, friends, and strangers alike -- anyone who has ever supported, protected, defended, befriended or encouraged me.

May you know your blessings today as well, and take hold of them, and give thanks.

Truman Makes a Shameless Plug for Devil Dogs

2007-11-11T06:46:00.000-08:00

This post will remain at the top of my blogs until November 11, 2007. Skip on down to the new stuff if you've already seen this...but please read on if you're new here.

Truman and I are big fans of the U.S. military; you might remember our care package posts, and you might also know that I am a Soldiers' Angels volunteer. Both my dad and my grandpa served during wartime, so this is a cause that's dear to me.

Many of our young men are coming home from Iraq and Afghanistan with devastating hand and arm injuries that result in isolation and frustration in addition to the physical pain of the injury itself. Think about it: is your computer your lifeline? Your source of news and entertainment? Your outlet for self-expression? Your means of earning a paycheck? If your hands were burned, bandaged, missing -- such that you could not even scratch an itch or hold a toothbrush, much less send an e-mail from your hospital bed to a faraway loved one -- what impact would this have upon your life?

Project Valour-IT exists for this reason. The project that serves our wounded troops by providing them with voice-activated laptops is having its annual fundraising competition, complete with a little good natured inter-branch rivalry.

I made a generic pitch/bleg last year, but this year I'm aligning with Team USMC, in honor of my adopted Marine (and because Truman also fancies himself a devil dog of sorts).

Will you take a moment to make even a small tax-deductible donation (via PayPal or credit card)? Every dollar counts, and every cent goes to the purchase and shipment of the laptops. This is a perfect opportunity to show your gratitude for the sacrifices made by our military (especially if you live in an area not directly connected to the military community), or to teach your children the value of giving, or to be a vital part of someone's healing process.

Help Team USMC reach our $60,000-by-Veteran's-Day goal! Please give by clicking on the thermometer graph in my sidebar.

Thank you. And now, back to our regularly scheduled puppy posts.

Working Like a Dog

2007-11-03T20:58:00.000-07:00

This is why passing co-workers often snicker.

Shameless.

Happy Halloween!

2007-10-31T19:35:00.000-07:00

Before I run out to my humans-only costume dance and leave Truman to his well deserved nap in our quiet apartment, I thought I'd take a moment to tell you how very well he did on a walk through our neighborhood this evening. I didn't take photos because I wanted both hands free, so...sorry about that.

But Truman has impressed our entire neighborhood! After dinner, just as the sun was dipping into the Pacific, I leashed him up and took him to see all the cute little kids in costume and to find out how he would react to strange sights and sounds. He was shrieked at by random sound effects emanating from overly decorated houses, offered bites of candy by well meaning princesses, and assaulted by toddlers dressed as cows. He maintained composure for the most part (though the minuscule bovine WAS a little scary), sitting when asked and greeting nicely. The only thing he really wanted a piece of was a yappy little "Toto" dog who accompanied a teenaged Dorothy -- and I'm sure that was more about playtime than about anything serious.

Everyone who walked past us told him how very handsome he is, and told me how very well behaved he is. We met neighbors, we had a nice walk, we enjoyed the festive decor, and we even benefited from the generosity of people who recognized us from our daily strolls. I got a candy bar from a nice man with a table set up outside his house (who, incidentally, once adopted a career-changed German Shepherd from GDA), and Truman scored a huge dog biscuit from the couple down the street who see us walk past their house on a regular basis. Maybe next year we'll wear costumes....

A Zamboni Is Not a Fancy Dog Biscuit

2007-10-27T23:49:00.000-07:00

Truman and Tai attended their first Kings game this evening. Here they are with us outside Staples Center, putting on their game faces (and their Terminator eyeballs).

I hadn't been to a hockey game since the unfortunate demise of the Long Beach Ice Dogs, who had always been gracious and welcoming when the South Bay group brought a sizeable contingent of four-legged fans to an annual outing. So I was thrilled to "suit up" in a borrowed jersey from Matt and Amy (even though it rendered me and my fifty-eight bulky I-am-a-wuss-in-the-cold clothing layers a bit too reminiscent of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man). Because how can you not show a little team spirit when you are sitting...NEXT TO THE BENCH AND FOUR ROWS FROM THE ICE?!?!?

No joke, we were this close, thanks to a friend and fellow puppy raiser who works for the venue and had some unused company seats to spare. Close enough to hear the skates on the ice. Close enough to see the blood when one dude's face got skated on. Close enough to read more than the jersey numbers of the superstars. What's up, Cammy!

Our proximity meant that the experience would be all the louder for the pups. It was a good test. Truman has been in crowds before, but not for this sustained amount of time and intensity. The first time or two that the puck (or the people) smacked the wall in front of our section, Truman sat up to investigate, but he settled in after that. He didn't seem to be bothered by the cheering, the music, the lights, the people chanting "Oilers suck! Oilers suck!"...but what would happen when the Kings scored?

A really loud *horn* is what would happen when the Kings scored. And Tai was not too pleased about it, sounding as it did like an oncoming train. Again, Truman was startled the first time. But luckily, the Kings gave us plenty of opportunity to practice (sorry, Edmonton!)...by the third and fourth goal, Truman just lifted his head for a second then went right back to his nap on the nice cool floor.

The boys were very well-behaved and impressive overall, and of course garnered the usual attention from nearby fans and event staff alike. Our handsome lads attracted more "hockey ho's" than the players did.

We celebrated the 4-1 win by heading back to Matt & Amy's house for sports report highlights and some delicious forbidden cat food.

Okay, that last part was just Truman. I guess everyone's got their game day traditions.

No Jacket Required

2007-10-26T17:44:00.000-07:00

We all need a little break from work once in a while. Occasionally, I let Truman go naked at the office.

This One's For "LW"

2007-10-18T19:29:00.000-07:00

Someone has a little crush on Truman!

"Halloween Meeting" Part 2

2007-10-13T00:33:00.000-07:00

In order to convince people that Truman was dressed as President Harry S. Truman (and NOT as Harry Potter), I made sure we had some other identification with us. Not only was he sporting an authentic American flag lapel pin I purchased for him on a recent trip to the Mall of America in Minneapolis, he also accessorized with a replica of the famous "Dewey Defeats Truman" 1948 election outcome as erroneously reported by the Chicago Daily Tribune.

The President was also seen with his Secret Service detail, Tai, who did an excellent job of protecting him all evening.

"Psst! Don't be alarmed, sir, but there's a scary ghost right behind us."

The President's aide adjusts his tie before the briefing:

Even when Secret Service has to go to the bathroom, the President is always protected:

"Ladies and Gentlemen..."

2007-10-13T00:27:00.000-07:00

"...The President of the United States."

That's right. President Truman. More to come....

"Halloween Meeting" Part 1

2007-10-12T15:13:00.000-07:00

Poor Truman, so young and naive. No idea what was in store for him at the October puppy raiser meeting: the annual dog Halloween costume contest. No clue whatsoever concerning my notorious infliction of canine indignities past, of elaborate costumes such as Lomaximus, Mighty Roman Centurion. But we'll get to Truman's costume in our next post.

For now, please enjoy a few of the evening's other fine costumes!

Paging Dr. Soren! You're needed in LABaroscopic surgery:

With a name like "Virtue," is there a more appropriate costume?

SuperGrady (brother of Geo):

Little Pumpkinhead Emury:

"Scariest" costume prize went to Hedda, for her portrayal of Hannah Montana:

"Most Creative" costume prize went to GoldenDoodles Carlee and Cyrus as Dorothy and the Cowardly Lion:

However, "Most Creative" was a tie between them and two other dogs. Bet you can guess who! Stay tuned....

Calendar Boys!!

2007-10-09T23:59:00.000-07:00

I got the news last night: Truman and Tai will be featured during the month of October in the 2008 GDA South Bay Puppy Raisers calendar!

We don't yet have a fully printed sample calendar for me to show around, but they're very nice quality -- and the photos are, of course, stunning. :) We're hoping to sell the calendars at the same low price ($12) as last year. If any of you are interested in purchasing a calendar, please e-mail me so I can get a pre-order list started, and I'll give you details as soon as I get them. Those of you who get the GDA "Partners" newsletter (downloadable in PDF version on the website) will hopefully see a blurb about it in the next quarterly issue; you may even be able to order it through them (wherever you buy it, all proceeds go to GDA).

I called this post "Calendar Boys" -- plural -- for a reason. Imagine my elation in discovering this year's "cover dog" is none other than the exceedingly handsome Guide Dog Lomax!

Truman as Rock Star

2007-10-07T15:04:00.000-07:00

October 1, 2007 -- No, I'm not talking about his Halloween costume...you'll hear about that soon enough.

Truman's first "fun" kennel stay (i.e., no neutering, no "procedures," no poking or sticking or snipping), was a great success. The little man spent five rambunctious days and nights at Camp GDA while I was in Minnesota for a conference. He probably ran and shuffled and tussled and wrestled and wagged and flipped and flung himself about as much as he possibly could, because as you may discern from this photo, he was pretty sacked out when I got him home.

For about a day, that is. Truman's batteries recharge quickly.

But the best news of all is that his evaluation went incredibly well! I admit I uttered a quick prayer before opening the envelope with his name on it, but I apparently had nothing to prepare myself for.

According to his evaluator, Truman "played well with others," was "interested in other dogs but easy to control," "walked nicely with a loose leash," "did not require many corrections," "laid quietly" in establishments, "responded quite well with a new handler in an unfamiliar area," "responded well to obedience commands," and is an "overall nice boy!" He isn't even scheduled for a second evaluation, which is a good sign.

I also admit I laughed out loud when I read the assessment of his energy level as "moderate," but I did factor in the reality that he'd been at the kennel for a day before going out for his eval.

Truman is still a wild and crazy puppy at times, but he has definitely had an epiphany of sorts in the last month or so. We often speak of the light switch going on...this isn't the BIG light switch, but there has been a significant change in his demeanor and maturity. I'm quite pleased.

I would say I'm giving him extra hugs and kisses these days because I'm so proud of him, but that would imply the possibility of giving him more than I already do.

The Many Faces of Truman

2007-09-29T21:19:00.000-07:00

September 7 -- I'm telling you, if this dog decides guide work isn't for him, he's got a job waiting in Hollywood:

You may have noticed I just put up about 15 posts...that means I'm mostly caught up! Anyway, this should hold you for a bit while I'm out of town and Truman is up at "Camp GDA" having his first evaluation. Wish us luck!

Saturday Class at GDA

2007-09-29T11:02:00.000-07:00

August 25 -- Fortunately, I was able to make this month's puppy class up at GDA, and to see little Camry, being raised by our friend Joanna. Here's Camry, being her laid-back little self:

Since Tai and Tori are the only "T" littermates who consistently show up for the Saturday classes, it looks like we've started a monthly habit of getting family pictures. I don't know if it was the light obedience session (due to the hot weather in Sylmar), or just their natural goofiness, but it seems like there was at least one of the siblings goofing off in every picture I took.

First, Tori gives the old squinty-eye:

Then, Tai makes a face while everyone else is serious:

And finally, Truman sticks his tongue out at the camera:

Brudder Time

2007-09-28T20:54:00.000-07:00

August 24 -- Because Truman requires so much exercise in order to be able to focus and behave, I try to get him as much dances-with-dogs time as I can. Brother Tai, who is also a bit more high-energy since Paige went in for formal training, is our favorite playmate. The lads are evenly matched and romp well together. Two furry peas in a pod:

More Family Photos

2007-09-28T08:34:00.001-07:00

July 28 -- While I was away on a weekend-long volunteer gig with Soldiers' Angels, my fellow puppy raisers Madeline and Bob were kind enough to puppysit dear Truman. They even took him up to the monthly puppy class at GDA, where these photos were taken of Truman with his brother Tai and sister Tori. There is no mistaking their family ties:

Conehead

2007-09-27T20:19:00.000-07:00

July 19 -- Truman's post-operative energy level has not decreased in the slightest, but he's being remarkably good about leaving the incision site alone. The couple of times I've caught him nosing toward the area, I've found that a quick "leave it" will do the trick. He's such a good boy that way. But even the best "good boy" cannot be left to his own devices at night, so we must of course enlist the aid of the dreaded cone.

Predictably, he hates it. Who wouldn't? But after the epic struggle ensues in which I am finally able to hold him still and shove it onto his gigantic head (the struggle to get it off him is far worse, unfortunately, which often sees my vocabulary devolve into three or four choice words and phrases I won't repeat here), he's remarkably compliant. He's still a small enough dog to be able to go inside the kennel with it on and lie down comfortably, and he -- unlike poor Lomax -- is not afraid to move around while the torturous thing is on his head.

Still, he's not pleased. He merely looks pathetic in this photo. I am for some reason unable to capture his more common expression, wherein he regards me with a hatred like the burning of a thousand white-hot suns.