A Poem, Angst, and the Coolest Dog in the World



But again, he is happiness.
He presents his belly for a friendly scratch.
If you call him, he will drop his tennis ball,
Look up, and come running,
This muddy friend for life. When you bring your nose
To his nose for something like a kiss,
You can find yourself in his eyes.

- “Nelson, My Dog” by Gary Soto

I want to thank you all for your supportive advice. It wasn’t an easy thing for me to write. Until I started, I didn’t even realize how worried I was about Shiva’s future. The words kind of fell out that way on their own. When I was forced to confront all the close calls we’ve had, I couldn’t help feeling disturbed. If Shiva was human, I am sure she would have been hospitalized several times by now. The jump standard incident was just the last in a long march of frightening moments. When I think on it, that event probably wasn’t even the worst.

What. A. Dog.

After thinking and discussing and crying and more thinking, I’ve decided to keep on keeping on. As many of you said, Shiva loves agility. Loves all sport activities. Though the equipment does add an extra challenge, agility is no more dangerous than disc dog or flyball. She is just as likely to hurt herself playing tug in our living room as she is on the course. She has far too much energy to stop playing games completely. Slow, steady walks around our neighbourhood aren’t enough to keep her from eating our house. It wouldn’t be fair to keep her from having fun due to my personal fears. 

Besides, it’s fun for me too. If I quit because I am afraid, I am just reverting to my old “Cautious Kristine” habits. It’s hardly healthy.

This doesn’t mean I am not going to make any changes to our approach. Perhaps the episode with the jump standard happened on the same weekend as the Return of the Zoomies for a reason. Or perhaps not, but it was timely in a sense. I realize I’ve been taking all this a little too seriously. Let no one tell you dog sports aren’t just as competitive as the human variety. If I allow myself, I can get just as caught up as the jocks I mocked in high school. Which is missing the point.

Thus, I think I am going to back off a little on the agility front. We will still attend classes and fun matches but I am not going to make it the centre of our time together. There are multitudes of games we like to play. Each deserves its fair share. Shiva is more than willing to devote just as much energy to catching frisbees as she is crashing through tunnels. The genius of having a high-drive athlete like her is that everything is a blast. Her enthusiasm is as limitless as her energy. Truly, by focusing on only one activity, I have been holding her back.

It’s time to see what other sports we can conquer assault together.

Okay, that’s the last of the agility drama, I promise. To make up for it, I thought I’d share a video of one of my favourite Youtube stars, TreT. If you haven’t seen this gorgeous Am Staff do his thing, prepare to be gobsmacked. He has gotta be the coolest dog in the world. This guy sure doesn’t let fear stop him from having a good time.

I wonder if Shiva could learn to run on a wall…

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Drama, Fears, and the Time Shiva Choked on a Jump Standard



Okay. It’s been seven days. I think I am emotionally ready to talk about the drama of last weekend. Instead of attempting a long explanation that no one will understand I thought I would draw a couple pictures. Feel free to snicker.

Here’s the scene: Saturday, April 21. Agility class. Final sequence of the day. Shiva at her most thoughtless and me tired from handling her through some tough earlier challenges. My PH is not present, making things even more difficult. At the best of times Shiva requires two people: one to keep her distracted, the other to pay attention to instructions. I had been doing both myself for over an hour. Shiva was ready to climb the walls.

It took us several tries to get the tunnel entrance right. Because she’s Shiva and thus insane, she decided she wanted to enter the tunnel from the other side no matter what I did. Eventually I just gave up, grabbed her collar, and guided her in myself. This action probably riled her up more than necessary.

Two things:

1. Shiva took the third jump in the wrong direction because I was too slow. Instead of booting it I waited for her to come out of the tunnel, which means I was way too late in getting up ahead. This lateness contributed to:

2. The “ack!” is Shiva stopping herself halfway over the jump because she realized I wasn’t with her. I may have called her name as well, I can’t remember. Regardless, she realized something wasn’t right and tried to correct herself. Continue reading

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In Your Words



Apparently once I click “publish” today this will be the 500th post of Rescued Insanity. Who saw that coming? I didn’t even realize the numbers were so high until I logged in this morning. I feel bad for not having a speech prepared. At the very least I should have a brass band and free cake for all the children. Maybe even a bouncy castle.

But I guess this is a dog blog and such things are probably inappropriate for noise-sensitive canines. Perhaps it’s even more fitting that today I planned on sharing other posts that have given me pause this week. It feels a little like phoning it in but after our rocky weekend, I think I am in need of a little quiet. When things don’t go as expected it’s so easy for me to get discouraged. I find myself questioning things I was so certain of just a short time ago. When I am treading water like this, I find listening to others helps me regain perspective. Here’s hoping, anyway.

But I digress. I think after 500 articles, I have done enough talking for now. Here is what some of you have had to say recently:

The one that made me want to change the world:

 No Dog About It - In their own words “On average, if each animal shelter in the USA adopts out or transfers to rescue groups an extra three animals on June 11, the USA can become a no kill nation, even if it is for Just One Day.” A worthy cause, don’t you think?

The one that made me nod in sympathy:

Doggerel - I march Blue over the sidewalk into the street and, suddenly, he starts beeping. He ducks his head and his tail and then I realize… CRAP. I just walked that dog straight through an invisible fence.

The one that made me fall in love with polar bears all over again:

Fido and Wino -  I won’t wreck it for you… actually, yes I will… the baby caribou DOES NOT DIE PEOPLE. I repeat: THE WEE INNOCENT CARIBOU IS OKAY. It’s all gonna be okay.

The one that made me laugh out loud in public:

Life With Sampson and Delilah - Ooops, I guess Hubby’s thinking with his big head because if he was thinking with the little one he’d know he’s not scoring any points with me on this one.

The one that made me feel like a big jerk:

Mindful LeadershipBut even caring, positive and relationship-oriented owners can fall prey to pressure and, even if just temporarily, lose sight of the “dog” part in dog sports.

The one that made me feel a tiny big better about myself:

Pawcurious - Posting a picture of a dog with some stuff on his head? OFF WITH YOUR HEAD! Your dog must spend their waking hours at your feet, attending approved positive-reinforcement classes, eating internet approved high end food, or hiking (on lead, of course).

The one that made me want to want to jump around the room with my fist in the air:

I Still Want More PuppiesCaptain Pug.  He’s my hero.  Going to take pollution down to zero.  He is cuteness magnified, and he’s fighting on the planet’s side. 

The one that made me angry:

The Poodle (and Dog) Blog - They obviously know that there is a problem or they wouldn’t try to secretly bribe a customer whose dog had gotten sick and then lie about it.

The one that made me go awwww:

Kenzo the Hovawart - We loved all our cats equally we thought, but the bond with Pjevs had evolved beyond that. It was the love he gave in return so abundantly, that had given him a special place in our hearts.

Have you read anything you want to share?

 

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Thoughts I’ve Had While Running



The fog is really thick this morning. Thicker than pea soup even. More like the pea soup from the can before it is heated up, when it falls into the pan all goopy. But less disgusting.

Running in ballet flats is probably a bad idea. I am sure I am going to pay for this. Oh well.

Wow, Shiva really can eat garbage, lunge at other dogs, sniff grass, and run at the same time. Dogs are the best multi-taskers in the world. It’s a good thing they can’t type or humans would be out of work.

I really need to find out the name of the muscle at the back of my thigh. That way when I whine about it on my blog I will sound smart.

Woo hoo! I made it to the end of the block! Go me! Now if only I could stop heaving like my cat with a hairball.

Halifax is way too humid of a city to have so many hills. It’s a conspiracy!

Running with a reactive dog should be an Olympic event.

Ow ow OW ow OW! Ack! There is another runner up ahead! Must. Look. Casual.

I really hate my dog sometimes. Is she even trotting?? This is how slow I am. My dog can walk to keep up with me. Next time I am totally getting a pug.

I could really go for a cheeseburger right now.

That creepy old man is standing on the corner again. Should I cross the road? Would that be rude? Why do I care about being rude? He’s totally going to wave at me, I just know it. Can’t you see I am busy? Why do all Maritimers need to chat with every stranger they see?

This bites.

In case you missed my post last week, I haven’t lost my mind but I have decided to run the 5K in the Blue Nose Marathon in support of the Nova Scotia SPCA. Amazingly, I am almost halfway to my goal of $500 with several weeks still to go! That makes it all worthwhile.

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Monday Mischief: My Little Runaway



I am still too caught up with emotion over this past weekend’s events to have much to say today. Saturday’s near-nightmare of an agility incident has yet to be shaken from my shoulders. There is a lot to contemplate right now, not much of it pleasant. I am sure I will elaborate more later when I am less discouraged or at least more certain of our direction.

Anyway! Since it is Monday and thus time for the Monday Mischief Pet Bloghop, I thought I would share the only good part of our run during yesterday’s fun match. This was taken post-fence jumping and pre-food-stealing. Although if you watch to the end you will hear some of the outcome of said food-stealing. The off-camera sound effects are probably the most entertaining part. If this video doesn’t define canine mischief, nothing does!

Hey, at least she didn’t choke on a jump standard two days in a row, right?

I hope your weekend was more successful than ours!

PS. Some people have reported difficulties in accessing the website. I am not entirely certain what the problem is as everything seems to be okay when I check. I am wondering if it is a browser issue? I will continue to investigate to see what I can find out. If you’ve noticed anything strange in the last few days, please let me know.

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What’s Your Canine Doppelganger?



When I was a kid I used to play all sorts of bizarre imagination games with my sister. They seemed perfectly normal for an eight-year-old’s standards but when I look back as an adult, I see my sanity was questionable from an early age. One of our favourite games to play was – naturally – “animals.” We each chose a type of animal and then spent the rest of the day imitating the animal’s behaviour. It was outrageously fun, even as the rules of the game grew overly complex. I am pretty sure my mother hated it. Not only did she have to start interpreting our attempts at zebra noises but she complained we wore holes in our pants by crawling around on the floor.

A few weeks ago I read a post on Pawcurious that reminded me of our childhood goofiness. The always-entertaining Dr. V ruminated over the classic animal lover’s question: if I were an animal, what would I be?

More often than not, during play, my sister and I would revert to the same favoured species. She always chose to be a cat and I always chose to be a dog. A cocker spaniel dog, to be more specific.

Even though I am now an adult and no longer wear pants with holes in them, when I try to decide what kind of animal I would be, I still go back to the same thing I did as a kid. It seems a bit incongruous, I admit. I’ve never lived with a cocker spaniel. I haven’t even been around one since our first obedience class three years ago. And that guy wasn’t the friendliest.

Nevertheless, there are many things about the breed to which I can relate.

- Energetic and sporty, but can also enjoy a good lie-in. Much like myself.

- They can adapt to any climate or lifestyle. I live in Nova Scotia where it can be sunny one second and pouring rain the next. 

- With their long, wavy fur, cocker spaniels require daily grooming. My hair is also wavy and it remains my biggest vanity. I don’t leave the house unless it is at least presentable.

- They are trusting and hard-working. I am the consummate people-pleaser.

- Their largest faults are their sensitivity (I hear that) and their ability to become pudgy if not kept active (ditto).

- If not properly socialized, cocker spaniels can suffer from shyness. Story. Of. My. Life.

Perhaps I am just drawn to the breed as cocker spaniels were one of the most popular dogs in my area growing up. I am not sure I would ever want one for myself – the daily coat maintenance is daunting – but I do feel a sort of connection with their sweet faces and large, dark eyes.

How about you? If you were an animal, what would you be?

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Shiva the Running Coach



The crazy just get crazier. I can’t say what exactly inspired me, if it was my dedication to Zoomery or if I’ve just taken a masochistic turn, but I have decided to get back into running. And not just casually. Oh no. That would be the intelligent way to begin. You know, slowly. Apparently, I would rather run with an impending deadline that will probably ensure my demise.

Because I am a genius who cares little for her personal welfare, I have decided to enter the 5K race in this year’s Bluenose Marathon. The date of which is May 20th, a little more than four weeks away. There is a reason for this beyond my own foolishness. As with most marathon’s there is a charitable element. This year the Nova Scotia SPCA is putting in a team and I have signed up to help them meet their $5,000 goal.

So if I die, it will at least be an honourable death.

I started my training last week. Since I already go out with Shiva twice a day I figured it would be no big deal to add running to our repertoire. It’s not like Shiva would have trouble keeping up! I did try running with her a few years ago but the added exercise was over-stimulating for her. She spent more time jumping on my back and chasing cats than she did running by my side. It sucked and so I gave up, deciding to leave my old running ways in the past.

It broke me up inside, I assure you.

These days Shiva handles the increased speed on our walks quite well. She does tug a bit more when I slow down and there have been a few times she’s abruptly stopped to snare a wrapper off the ground, almost knocking me off my feet, but overall she has been a good running partner.

I think where the challenges may lie is when dealing with her reactivity. Last night I had to revert to walking quite a few times when other dogs or people approached. Counter-conditioning while running is not a skill I have developed. I have a feeling I am going to have to pick it up fast. No matter what, Shiva’s behaviour training comes first. The last thing we need is a relapse, even if it means I end up walking the 5K instead of hanging out with the cool runners.

The things we sacrifice for our dogs, eh?

Anyway, I am sure there will be more to come on this as my adventure continues. Thus far I am not in too much pain but I have been taking it fairly easy, as per the Couch to 5K program. However, as their plan gives participants 9 weeks and I only had 5, I may have to take it up a bit. Yippee?

My old soccer-playing, cross-country team self is crying in a closet right now.

But I digress. I just realized this morning that I have yet to announce the winner of last week’s Rejuv-A-Wafer giveaway. What a neglectful blogger I am!

The winner of a month’s suppy of Rejuv-A-Wafers by Sun Chlorella USA is…

Anna of AKG Inspiration!

Congratulations, Anna! I will be contacting you for your information. Thanks go to all who commented!

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The Mystery of the Open Cupboard Doors



Once upon a time there was a man, a woman, a dog, and a cat. The four all lived together in a house and were very happy.

One day the man went out to the city leaving the dog and the cat in charge of the house. The dog did not always like staying home with the cat. But after a lot of time and patience the man and woman were able to convince the dog it was safe by giving her a secure place to hide. On this day the man decided the dog was grown up enough to not need this secure place. He left the house without closing the door to the dog’s hideaway.

The man had a good time in the city and didn’t think about the dog again until it was time to go home. When the man returned to the house this is what he saw:

This is a bread bag. An empty bread bag.

The man was very confused as the bread bag had not been on the floor when he left. It had been in the kitchen cupboard with a full loaf of bread inside. When he went into the kitchen to investigate this is what he saw:

The doors to the cupboard where the bread is stored were open. The man was even more confused. These doors had been closed when he left the house.

The man went back to the living room and called the dog. Maybe she would know how the bread bag ended up on the floor and where the bread inside had gone.

The dog came when she was called but could not answer the man’s questions. The dog was a dog and not able to speak. She looked up at the man and appeared as confused as he felt.

The man then called to the cat who had also been in the house when he left. When the cat came he also appeared confused.

The man thought and stared at the empty bread bag.

When the woman came home from where she had been the man was still puzzling. He quickly explained the mystery of the missing bread and open cupboard to the woman.

The woman was not at all confused.

“The cat!” she exclaimed. “The cat opened the cupboard door. His paws are much more agile than the dog’s. He must have opened the cupboard and then tricked the dog into eating the bread.”

“I disagree,” said the man. “The dog could have opened the cupboard with her nose and then gobbled up the bread on her own. The cat is innocent. The dog is the one to blame.”

The man and the woman argued over this for a while, each one refusing to budge. They argued until the sky became dark and they grew tired. Before they went to bed they agreed it was a mystery that would never be solved.

The dog and the cat stood back and watched. They knew who had opened the cupboard door. But they could not speak.

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A Letter to Shiva, Part Three



Dear Timbit Monster,

I’ve been struggling with what to say to commemorate your third adoption anniversary. That’s my excuse for tardiness, anyway. You don’t mind, do you?

Of course not. You’re a dog. You didn’t even notice that we didn’t buy you any presents this year. I knew you wouldn’t care but your male human felt pretty guilty about it. I do wish we had a good reason other than procrastination. We’ll get you something cool soon, I promise. Even though I revoked your Shiva the Destroyer title, I know you still enjoy a good stuffed-toy gutting every now and then.

I suppose I should outline all your accomplishments and remark on how much you have changed. But honestly? I don’t know if you have changed that much. Not really. You are still the same goofball who walked through our door that first day and immediately got into a fight with The Cat. You still have far more energy than you know how to control and you still dive toward every bag you see in the hope it is filled with treats meant just for you.

It’s we who have changed.

Thanks to you, I now have perspective. I no longer feel like crying when you act like you’ve never set foot in an obedience class. These days even when you humiliate me by ripping the leash out of my hand to greet a dog on the other side of the road, I just laugh. It doesn’t matter as much anymore if you behave as if you have zero training. Other people’s opinions are becoming meaningless. Through your antics you have shown me how to brush off the things that just don’t matter.

Truthfully – though I’ll deny this if you bring it up in the future – I really appreciate your silliness now. If we make it through three walks in a row without a nutty story to tell, I get worried. The older you get, the more I fear you losing your intrinsic Shiva-ness. Three years ago all I wanted was for you to mature and now I have to say… I am kind of dreading it.

 Maybe I’ve just lost my mind. Perhaps all this time I have spent with you has finally pushed me off the edge to La La Land. No one would blame me. I have never been a very patient person. You must be able to relate to that. You have never been a patient dog. Yet somehow instead of killing each other, we have ended up teaching each other. When it comes to you, I am magically able to rein in my frustration. Qutting just isn’t an option. No matter how much you push me, I am able to come back the next day for more. You have taught me all about baby steps and working slowly.

I like to think I have done the same for you.

No matter what happens in the rest of our time together, you will always be my best teacher. You are my first dog and I have no doubt you will be my craziest. I can’t see any other dog in the world matching you for sheer enthusiasm. No one zooms like the Shivster. No one knocks over that dang tire jump as often either. I have a feeling that’s going to be your legacy. You will forever be known by our agility instructor as the dog who broke the most equipment.

Thanks for three very memorable years, Sheevs. I hope we have many more.

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Blog the Change for Animals: Cats are Dogs Too



Blog the Change

In human society animals have very little worth as sentient beings. Sure, we value them as a food source and we don’t hesitate to use them as tools when they can make themselves useful. However, on their own, as living creatures that exist and have needs, we care for them very little. I am sure everyone reading this knows this fact as well as I do. And we are all guilty of it in various forms. For instance, I am probably not going to rush to the aid of a magpie but I would probably help a fellow human, even if doing so put myself in danger. I’m not saying this is right or wrong, it’s just the way things are.

Obviously some animals have more public worth than others. It’s all relative. While I may be indifferent toward magpies, others may see them as beautiful creatures for whom it is worth risking one’s life. North American society in general values different animals than does Asian. Dogs and horses are probably near the top of this list. And it’s understandable. Humans have a long history of working and living with those two species. Furthermore, dogs and horses have become incredibly useful in our evolution. They are tools who have a very large return on investment.

Dogs aid humans in countless ways. There are police dogs, military dogs, disability assistance dogs, and therapy dogs. We put them in shows to raise our personal status. They are our companions and family members. We put pressure on governments to protect their welfare. We license them and write by-laws to keep them off the streets. We train them and play with them and judge others for not training and playing with them enough.

What baffles me is that there is another species who has been domesticated and has evolved in a similar way to dogs but has almost no value in our modern society. Like dogs, we raise them in our homes, buy them toys, and post pictures of them on the Internet. Yet the public at large grants them minor worth. These animals are abandoned every day in terrifying numbers, left to fend for themselves without even any by-laws in place to pull them off the streets.

Of course, as per the title of this post, I am talking about cats.

According to The Canadian Federation of Humane Societies out of over 84,000 cats admitted to shelters in 2008, over 45,000 were killed. 45,000. It’s a frightening number. Those are just the cats lucky enough to make it to a shelter. How many cats were killed on the streets? There is no way to know. There is no record.

For whatever reason, cats have a negative connotation. They are associated with “crazy cat ladies” and hoarders. They are bird-killers like Sylvester in Looney Tunes. They ruin gardens and harrass our dogs. They are a public nuisance on the level of raccoons and Canada geese. Even as pets we dislike them. Cats hiss and scratch and destroy our things. They are too independent. Cats do what they want and can’t be trained. They aren’t affectionate and loyal like dogs. They don’t greet us at the door when we come home.

Of course, if we treated our dogs with the same negligence we do our cats, they’d probably react much the same way. Cats are far more tolerant of us than we deserve.

The title of this post is misleading. Cats are definitely not dogs in any physical way. As I’ve discovered, they don’t think in the same way either. My point is that cats can and should have just as much value as dogs. Both as pets and as useful helpers. Perhaps there will never be cats in the military, but I don’t see why they can’t help children learn to read like dogs do in multiple literacy programs. I am sure cats can provide assistance to people with disabilities and give comfort to hospital patients, just like dogs.

I’m making it a mission of mine to help change public perception of what I think are loving and useful creatures. Even my own fumbled attempts at bonding with my cat have blown me away. I like to think I can prove that not only are cats trainable – even older, grumpy ones like mine – they are just as intelligent, just as affectionate, and just as much fun as dogs.

There is one caveat. I am just one person. If I am going to show the world just how awesome cats are, I am going to need your help. 

For this Blog the Change for Animals I am asking for submissions of photographs, stories, videos, drawings, letters, haikus, or whatever other creative mediums you can come up with that showcase the importance and value of the cat. I am hoping to collect as many as possible to share in July’s Blog the Change Event. If I get enough, I’ll share them in multiple posts. I’d love to make the celebration of the cat a regular feature. After all cats have endured, I think they deserve it. Don’t you?

If you love cats and have something positive to share, please respond in the comments or email contact@rescuedinsanity.com. Let’s show the world how worthy these beautiful animals are!

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