Cessna’s Teeth

On Friday, Huib and I took Cessna to see Dr Fraser hale. Dr Hale was participating in the free oral exams for service dogs program, so we thought it would be a good opportunity to have him look over Cessna’s mouth and let us know what needed to be done with the premolar Dr B had pointed out.

Cessna was not happy with this appointment. She doesn’t really like having people poke and prod her, so having some strange guy hold her mouth open and touch her teeth was not fun. She was a trooper though, and let Dr hale do what he needed to do.

Dr Hale found not only the premolar Dr B had already pointed out, but three additional issues. Cessna needs to get the premolar extracted in addition to three incisors. She chipped one of her top incisors a long time ago, which has Dr Hale worried about infection, but she has also caused two lower incisors to become loose. I’m not really sure what happened to the lower incisors, but I’m thinking it might have something to do with her attempts to catch frisbees and other toys while we play fetch.

She’s not exhibiting any discomfort at the moment, so we have scheduled the extraction for August 14th, which happens to be the first appointment time Dr Hale has available.

Next Sunday we’re taking Rogue and Cessna to have their eyes tested, hopefully we’ll have better news to report there.

Itchy Canyon

We’re at a loss…

We don’t know what is wrong…

But, for the past few days, Canyon has been panting, scratching, licking and biting himself.

This happened last summer, right around this time, but, like now, we had no clue how to help him.

We talked to the vet last year and she checked him all over. She couldn’t find anything wrong.

We tried allergy medication for a month, just to see if it was the pollen causing him to be uncomfortable. It didn’t help.

we tried spraying him with doggie insect repellent to prevent the black flies and mosquitoes from feasting on him, it didn’t seem to make a difference.

The only way we were able to stop the obsessive scratching, licking and biting, was by making him wear t-shirts and sometimes booties on his back feet.

so, guess what?

canyon is back to wearing t-shirts and booties on his back feet.

Since we’re taking a break from conformation, Canyon developed a cyst on the lower lid of his left eye in january that needs to be surgically removed, we decided to try leaving him alone and seeing what damage he’d do to his coat and skin before he stopped.

Well, within just a couple of days, he has a small scabbed area behind his left ear and on his chest.

so, leaving him to his own devices isn’t going to work.

Thankfully, he seems to like wearing the t-shirts, and tolerates the boots.

We gave Canyon and Cessna baths this morning, she was also scratching a bit more than we’d like, so we’ll see if maybe there was some dirt in their coats.

While combing Canyon this evening, Huib noticed that he has a bit of a heat rash, so we’ve sprayed his groin area with some stuff that is supposed to help with itchiness. we’ve also turned the central air on so the house is nice and cool.

He seems a bit more comfortable tonight, and really hasn’t been panting, so maybe it’s the heat, maybe it was a bug bite or maybe it was dirt.

But, since it’s Canyon, we’ll probably never know. he’s such an obsessive dog when it comes to some things.

Please Vacate!

we have a mouse problem.

It seems as though Mickey and his friends have decided to move in.

Laya, our maine coon cross, has been hard at work trying to move them out, but she needed backup.

Logan, our calico, and Branden, my sister’s tuxedo cat, have not been any help. Logan would rather chase spongy balls and sit on our laps. Meanwhile, Branden likes to chase Laya and take over her sleeping spots.

so, we bought some traps.

So far in the past four days, Laya has caught about seven mice and the traps have caught another eight to ten.

I really hope Mickey and his friends start getting the message that they are not welcome.

I have nothing against mice, I’d just rather they lived outside of my home.

Orangeville Show: Not The Judge’s Type

On the final day of showing, Canyon did well. He was a little hyper before entering the ring and Huib was a bit worried, but once they were in, Canyon seemed to settle right into doing his job. He stacked well, he walked nicely and he never once tried to sit, but he still ended up getting last place out of three, when competing for Winner’s Dog.

The dog who won, had a bit of a longer coat and was fuller in the chest, tail and hocks areas. Huib felt that the dog really did deserve to win, but that if it were any other judge, he probably would have ended up last. He was being shown by a professional handler, but he just wasn’t showing as nicely as the rest in the group. Even the other professional handler was shocked to learn that the dog would be getting first.

As a side note. Before they entered the ring, we were sitting on a bench beside the other dogs lining up to go in. Canyon was quite interested in the other dogs and took a particular liking in one of the female pointers. We learned she was in season lol! Well, about three minutes before Huib and Canyon were to enter the ring, the show leash snapped! Huib grabbed his wallet and ran to one of the vendors at the show who sold show collars and leashes and got back with a minute to spare. He said he had been thinking the day before that we should probably have a back up leash lol!

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Huib took a picture of the leash, and e-mailed it to the woman who made it. She has asked us to send the leash to her and she’ll fix it right away 🙂

The Learning Never Ends

At 5:00am on Thursday, I awoke to the sound of Rogue heaving, or at least I thought. I quickly helped her off the bed and squatted down beside her, rubbing her sides and calmly talking to her as she continued to make this awful sound. It lasted about 30-45 minutes, with short intervals of Rogue wagging her tail and licking my face, so I was at a loss as to what to do. I checked her throat to see if I could find anything lodged. I felt her neck and belly to see if I noticed any difference. I gave her treats and water, hoping it would help calm her stomach (I thought she was trying to throw up). I tried to stay calm, knowing that she didn’t seem panicked herself, so wanted to continue keeping her that way.

when the episode seemed to have finished, I helped Rogue back onto the bed and we laid together, waiting for Huib to return home from work. I told him what had happened and he checked her over and couldn’t find anything wrong, so we decided to have a nap and then reassess after that. Rogue had a few more episodes and Huib reaffirmed my observation that this was not your typical “I need to throw up” behaviour. Instead of sounding and looking like Rogue was trying to expel something, it looked and sounded as though she was trying to clear her sinuses. It was like she was experiencing post nasal drip and was trying to get it to stop.

At some point, I went onto Twitter and posted a tweet about my observations and was informed that what Rogue was experiencing sounded like Reverse Sneezing. I had never heard of this and was delighted to learn that it was not serious and that it was actually quite common (I had never seen one of my dogs do this before).

Reverse Sneezing is quite scary to observe. It looks and sounds like the dog is gasping for air. it is quite common in flatter faced breeds such as pugs, but can also happen to other breeds. According to this article, “the most common cause of reverse sneezing is an irritation of the soft pallet and throat that results in a spasm. During the spasm the dog’s neck will extend and the chest will expand as the dog tries harder to inhale. The problem is that the trachea has narrowed and it’s hard to get the normal amount of air into the lungs.” Reverse Sneezing can be caused by a number of factors, but in almost all cases it is not serious and will resolve on its own.

Since Thursday, Rogue has had less episodes, and as of today has gone over sixty hours without Reverse Sneezing.

Huib got a short recording of her the other morning to send to Dr B and we were told that it should resolve itself, but to keep her posted. We are thinking that maybe Rogue was reacting to something outside since the grass has begun to go green and the trees and plants are beginning to bloom. I’m really hoping this is a one time thing, but I guess we’ll know more as time goes on.

It’s amazing to see how much more we have to learn from our dogs. After having Phoenix and dealing with all of his health issues, I thought I was set, but then Cessna taught us about coconut allergies, and now Rogue has introduced us to Reverse Sneezing.

**Just a quick note: Blogger has decided to begin implementing their new platform so I have begun to set up our blog over at WordPress. I will try to continue having posts up here as well as over at http://ruledbypaws.wordpress.com, but if Blogger does not improve their accessibility then I will be forced to completely stop posting here. I hope you will all join us over at WordPress, if you need any help with doing this please leave me a comment and I will try to help you out.**

Hurricane Rogue

Since I’ve been mainly posting new pictures of Rogue, with very little detail on how she is doing, I thought I’d take a moment and update you all.

Rogue is now seven and a half months old. She is 46.8lbs, 21ish inches tall and 20ish inches long. She hasn’t really changed in colour since going from butterscotch to caramel, but her eyes are no longer blue and she has no more puppy teeth. Her eyes are now a medium-dark brown and she’s got a mouth full of adult teeth that still do not fully fit her face.

Along with the increase in age, Rogue’s energy level has risen. She was always an excited puppy, but now she just doesn’t seem to be able to sit still very long. It’s almost as though ten toddlers on sugar highs have taken up residence in my puppy that, once had an on and off button. Now her off button seems to have gotten stuck in the semi-on position. She isn’t always quite at a hurricane speed, but she’s never really quite in a calm state either. Most of the time this is not an issue, but right now I am in the middle of trying to finish up last minute assignments for my course and Hurricane Rogue isn’t always making landfall for just short periods of time.

In terms of training, Rogue seems to have hit a plateau. Her sits, downs, leave its, touches and really short waits are great, but her “loose leash” walking and overall distraction level in public and around other dogs is horrid. To add to this, she has also started letting out little random “woofs” and shying away from people who come to pet her. The shyness started the day she turned 7 months, so I’m assuming it is a phase. Huib has been working a lot though lately, so we really haven’t had a chance to get her out and socializing since she recovered from her spay. He has a few days off coming up though, so I’m really hoping we’ll see some improvement.

In other news, we got Rogue a new training vest from Active Dogs. It is a light teal colour and has three black rectangular patches – one on each side that say “In Training” and one on the back which says “Please Ask To Pet”. And thanks to Cyndy of Gentle Wit, we didn’t have to pay an arm and a leg for shipping and brokerage fees! I will try and get some pictures of Rogue in her new vest this weekend.

I will try and update you all a little more regularly from now on…it’s been a little too long.

Fun With Toilet Paper

Rogue thinks Cyndi Lauper was right when she said “Girls just wanna have fun.”

Student Woes

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I have returned to school. I am taking an online course and am so far finding it interesting. I’m having a bit of trouble getting back into the swing of student life, since I graduated from McMaster in June of 2007, but overall it’s going well.

I forgot how frustrating it can be to work within a group though…

With this course, we do not officially work together, but we do have discussion sections on the course website where we must post our thoughts on each unit’s subject and then reply to others at least twice within that week.

You’d think this was an easy task.

But, it’s not…

The group I have been assigned to, seems to be comprised of worse slackers than myself.

The first unit officially started on the 8th, but no one, including myself, posted their “original” post until late on the 15th. Only one other person posted something along with me, and then nothing else other than my response the following day to that individual, was done until the evening hours of the 18th, and the unit ended at 11:00pm. I had checked the website each day and checked in the afternoon of the 18th, but there was nothing, so I was left without the ability to post my second response.

I went on the site yesterday to see what the topic was for the second unit, and what should I see? Two more people had posted their “original” post around 10:00pm on the 18th, and one of them had posted responses to two people!!!

So frustrating!

I really, really want to do well in this course, but am not sure it will be possible if I don’t have the ability to fulfill my discussion obligations.

I know it is only the first week, but it’s still frustrating because I’m wondering if this week’s performance (or lack of) will be a pattern.

Rant is over.

Where Were You?

Over the past few weeks leading up to the 10th Anniversary of 9/11, the same question has been posed all over the radio, television and internet –

“Where were you?”

I’ve thought about this question for weeks. Where was I? What was I doing? Who was I with?

On September 11th, 2001:

• I was starting my 3rd year at the University of Guelph.
• I was living with Phoenix in residence.
• I had been dating Huib for ten months.
• I was looking forward to a bright future.

I remember that morning. I remember walking down the hall from my residence room. I remember hearing a lot of people crying and talking in the lounge. I remember hearing the television. I remember stopping at the door of the lounge to listen. And, I remember the feeling of shock that came over me.

I had not lost anyone that day. I had no real ties to America. But, I knew this day would change my life forever.

September 11th, 2001 is a day that should never be forgotten.

It is a day when we all learned that no one was safe. A day when the world stopped, and cried together. A day when thousands of people and special dogs were lost.

Please take a moment, to remember and thank all who were lost.

Cessna’s Raisers

Over the past six months or so, I’ve been debating whether it’s worth continuing to keep in touch with Cessna’s raisers.

During the first four to five years of being a team, her raisers e-mailed regularly and when I wrote, would ask numerous questions about how she was doing.

Over the past year or so though, this has stopped.

About six months ago, I wrote them to give an update since we had not heard anything in a while. And to let them know Cessna had been diagnosed with tiny cataracts in both eyes. I thought they would have written back worried, wondering whether she would be able to continue working. Instead, I got a message which asked questions about other things I’d told them, and that said “Oh, that would not be good to have a blind guide dog”. They did not refer to Cessna by name. They did not ask what the veterinarian had said about the cataracts. They did not even ask about how she was enjoying winter or how she was doing otherwise.

This message had me concerned and sort of put off in regards to wanting any further communication.

I waited four to five months, to see if they wood write…they didn’t.

So, a day or so ago, I wrote with another update and to let them know Phoenix had passed away. I thought I would try giving them another chance to show me they still cared and even tried to put things into the message that would have them ask further questions.

Well, I got a message back and again there was nothing said or asked about Cessna – I was crushed.

I’m not sure if I’m just being silly, but I really am not sure I want to write them anymore.

Maybe it’s just an accidental oversight on their part.

Maybe they’re so busy with her foster mom’s adult daughter that they’ve had to put other interests on the back burner.

Or maybe Cessna just isn’t as important to them anymore.

I don’t know what the answer is, but I do know that this lack of caring is bothering me.

I’m honestly stuck. I don’t know if I should continue writing and just give them the benefit of the doubt. Or if I should just leave things alone and see how long it takes for them to take the initiative to write.