Dog park karma

I am not an overly superstitious or spiritual person, but one thing I do believe in dog park karma. There are two main rules of the dog park (in my opinion) – they are:

Sammy is proud of his present from the dog park gods

1. Never leave the park with a toy that you didn’t bring. Either a very generous park patron (i.e. park god) intentionally left toys for all the dogs to enjoy or someone lost their new fancy overpriced toy within the first 10 minutes of getting to the park. Either way,  it’s not yours. Does that mean you have to deny your pup the pure bliss of the overpriced brand new toy? Not necessarily.

When my pups and I find a gift from the park gods, we ask everyone around us if they are missing it. If nobody is, then we play to our hearts content right up until we leave the park. Then we leave it right inside the gate for the next lucky pup to find. Because of this, I believe, we are lucky enough to stumble up on fun, exciting, overpriced dog toys at the park at least a couple times a week. If you think I’m crossing over into the crazy dogwalker world then you try keeping track of those toys at $15 a pop! They are like gold!

Moral of the story: obey the rules and the park gods will reward you. Break the rules and you will be cursed to lose every fancy toy you bring to the park before you can even blink an eye! (this is based on experience, I’m not trying to scare you into leaving toys for me at the park, I’m not that cheap

2. This is the important one. I actually get a little OCD about this. PICK UP POOP. Dogwalker’s often get criticism from the public that we don’t pick up all of our dog’s poop. For 90% of us, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. While we may miss a dog half way across the field, we are picking up 10 poops for the 2 poops in the area that actually came from our dogs. Not to mention we have monthly work parties to come pick up poop on Saturday mornings – voluntarily – now if that’s not dedication, I don’t know what is! But seriously, on behalf of the 90% of dogwalkers that I work with, we do more than our share of poop scooping.

My fiancé took this wonderful pictures days after we got engaged. He was so thrilled that the pretty ring he gave me went on a hand that carries huge bags of poop……

We proudly advertise this fact by carrying disgustingly full clear plastic bags of poop around the park with us. It could almost be considered a dogwalker’s accessory. We really need to work on placing garbage cans closer together…

At some point in the past 3 years I got in my head that if I were to ever walk by a poop and consciously decide to not pick it up, I was docked a couple dog park karma points. In reality, I can’t pick up every poop I pass if I’m running after a dog or have 5 dogs on leash or whatever the case may be, but when I am just strolling along and I see a poop, I feel obligated to pick it up. I’m human, just like the rest of us (except the dogs, of course), and I don’t always do what I am supposed to – especially if I don’t have a bag nearby or perhaps I am just feeling especially anti-overachiever at the moment. What happens when you don’t pick up poop? You step in poop. I was reminded of that lesson today moments before leaving the park after a logging in a combined 4 hours.

Moral of the story: dogwalker or not, you’ve probably missed a few piles before too, so buy yourself some karma points (and promise of clean shoes) and pick up whatever you find. After all, we’re in this shit together, right?! Oh, and if you want to come down to Magnuson for the poop scoop parties (yup, it’s a party), they are the 1st Saturday of every month from 10am-1pm, the more the merrier!

Milkshake’s walk down the aisle is in a magazine!

One of the greatest, if not the greatest, honors in my ballwalkpark history was being asked to walk Milkshake down the aisle at Ben and Lori’s wedding. As with everything else dog related, including your dog in your wedding is apparently an increasing trend nationwide. Milkshake got his 15 minutes of fame in this month’s edition of Natural Awakenings – read the article here!

You can read my account of the days events in my blog post: bearer of the ring bearer pt.2 

I am glad I got some experience walking Milkshake down the aisle because I know one thing for certain and that is that Bam and Bailey will be a part of my wedding!

Salty dog. Happy dog. Floppy dog.

Every dog has their “thing” that makes them unique and special. I’ve never met a puppy quite like this before, and one of the things I love most about him is that he never fails to make me laugh. Salty dog is a 7 month old yellow lab. He has been nicknamed “happy dog” by some of the regulars at the dog park. I have recently started calling him “floppy dog” as well. Salty takes the awkward puppy phase to a whole new level. He just doesn’t really have control over his limbs yet and as a result, he is more often than not found sprawled out on the ground.

One of his classic moves to mid-wrestling match, he will just lay on the ground and continue to try and keep the game going from his new reclined position. I think it takes too much energy for him to physically move his body any longer, but mentally he just doesn’t want to stop!

Have you ever seen a dog crouch down and wait for an oncoming dog, then pounce as
soon as they get close? Salty has his own version of this. He doesn’t sit on his haunches, he just lays all the way down and kicks his hips out. This guy knows how to live… just relaxin! It’s a good excuse to catch his breath and get amped up for the next round of play!

Almost every puppy goes through an awkward phase where their limbs are longer than they can control and they kind of flop all over the place. I’ve never seen a dog quite like Salty dog. Our lastest trick is learning to jump in the truck. He is so excited he really wants to, but somehow has a hard time guaging when to jump in order to make it in the truck. He has a good bounce and gets high enough, but keeps trying to start a step or two too far back so when sort of bounces back off the tailgate. Although I desperately want to get a video or at least picture of this to share with you, I have my hands full trying to help him in the truck to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. Unfortunately, he is not phased by my assistance and whenever I lean down to help him up, he thinks its time to jump up and nearly knock me over. Practice makes perfect!

The best part of Salty dog’s clumsiness is that it doesn’t affect him one little bit. From the very first day I brought Salty to the park he was the happiest dog in the world. He has brought smiles to the faces of people I have seen on a daily basis for almost 3 years and have never seen smile before. How can you look at that face and not smile? He bounds around the park and if you watch him for more than a few minutes you will almost certainly see a “Salty flop”. If only we could all be as happy and excited about life as Salty dog!

I know before long Salty-dog will be a full grown  (likely 90+ pound) dog and these floppy dog days will only be memories. Luckily his numerous floppy breaks have allowed for a lot of great pictures to remember these fun times with!

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Some of my avid readers (if such thing exists) may recall a blog I wrote months ago about when a puppy reaches the teenage phase. If you haven’t, you can read the blog here, but this pretty much sums it up:

Stella, Bonita and Maggie, all about 9 months old, gave me the ultimate teenage girl middle finger for leaving the park that day.

It’s that moment when the “teenager” stops a few paces short of the gate and stares at me that I realize he’s grown up. He realizes that he actually has a choice whether he follows me or not. It’s when he actually considers the fact that there might be better things in the world than the scraps of treat left in my coat pocket.

Sound familiar? Have you ever found yourself standing at the front of the dog park, ready to leave, hopelessly calling your dog who is essentially giving you the middle finger while running victory laps around the park? Have you yelled “Ok, Bye Fido, see you later….” hoping for a response? Well I have a little secret for you… they’re on to you! They know your routine and they know it’s time to go and they don’t want to!

I’ve been very fortunate to have had so many puppy clients and been able to help raise and train them. Inevitably, puppies will turn into defiant teenagers, and well trained adult dogs will have a stubborn streak. It’s all a part of the fun! I’m sure you can imagine what a mess it would be if all 8 of my dogs protested leaving the park at once (it’s happened), so I have a few tricks to avoid this debacle that you can use on your own pup.

Always keep them guessing. I never walk in the direction at the park. Some days I walk straight to the water then come back to water bowls in front, then to the big field, then to the side field, then out the gate. Sometimes we go to the side field first, then the water, then the side field again, then the big field then the gate. You get the picture… I don’t have an order of the way we walk the park, that way, just because we are playing close to the gate to leave, doesn’t mean we are leaving. When I decide it’s time to leave, I can start leashing up some of the ones who I know will protest, and then start walking to the gate with the rest.

Check in. I always like to work on recall with my dogs, even the older well trained ones, just to have them check in with me and know that I’m watching them. I often call them over and have them sit and wait for a treat. I pet them, touch their collars, and hold on to them just to get them used to it. This way, when I want to put them on leash, they aren’t expecting it and are less likely to put up a fight (not literal fight, stubborn fight).

After party. When the dogs get to the gate and are ready to leave, I give them a treat (not everyone, just the ones who are new to the routine or having a hard time remembering why I am so convincing) and lots of over-the-top cheerleading praise. Leaving the park is just as much fun as going to the park, RIGHT!??!

Leash ‘em up. If you have any doubt that you are going to be able to get your pup out of the park incident-free, just leash ‘em up. Once they experience the thrill of the chase and the anger in your face, there is no going back, they will want to make it a regular thing. Once you’ve had enough successful exits and cheerleader praise, and you feel that you trust him a little bit more, you can try and get closer and closer to the gate before you put the leash on.

Some dogs this is never a problem for and some dogs this is such a problem that their owners never take them to the dog park and never let them off leash. That’s no way for a city dog to live, in my opinion! I hope this helps! Remember, you always win! 

Tricks of the trade: drop the ball!

One question that I am constantly asked is “how do you handle 7 dogs at once?”, and like every dogwalker, we have our secrets. In this series of blog posts, “tricks of the trade”, I will be sharing a few of my secrets that you may be able to use with your pup at the park!

Drop the ball! 

If you’re pup is anything like Bailey, or any other ball-obsessed lab for that matter, who refuses to drop the ball, try this trick:

blow softly into their ear. keep blowing. It will mess up their pressure and make them start moving their jaw to pop their ears, just like we do on a plane. While moving their jaw, they are bound to drop the ball! The key here is to be very patient and gentle.

*I learned this wonderful trick from my fellow dogwalker, Gretchen Jannenga, and this trick has made getting Bailey in the truck ball-free possible on numerous occasions! 

{of course, the ideal scenario would be to teach your pup to drop the ball properly in the first place… I’ll talk about that in a future post!}

What does the wind do to the dogs?!

**I have no scientific evidence or dog behavior theory to support this post, it’s just my thoughts and comments are more than welcome!**

Right as we got to the park today if got really windy for about 20 minutes. It has been sunny and beautiful earlier in the day, and as I drove closer and closer to the park for the afternoon trip, I saw dark gloomy clouds rolling in. By the time I got to the park, it was dark, windy and starting to rain. It’s a common saying among the dogwalkers that the wind make the dogs go crazy, and on any windy day at the park, you will see a more chaotic scene than normal. Today was just about the epitome of that.

Almost as soon as the dogs bust out of the back of my truck, the wind gusts were blowing through the trees, almost as if it were blowing the dogs into the park. Normally, there is a big explosion of excitement and chasing, barking, jumping when we first get inside the gates, and it usually settles within a minute or two. Not today. And not just my dogs. They bounced, chased and wrestled their way across the big field over to the side field (we call it “the dome”) where I hoped we could settle down out of the way of everyone else. The next 20 minutes were absolute chaos.

Normally I wouldn’t write a blog to broadcast my lack of control over my pack, but since I feel these are dogs I normally have under control really well, and I know it was just the weather throwing them (and every other dog) off, I’m OK with sharing my less than role-model-dogwalker moments.

On a normal day at the park, you will see dogwalkers with their packs calmly walking along with maybe 1 or 2 dogs running ahead to catch a ball, maybe a little barking, but all in all pretty calm. You will see a dogwalker off in a field playing fetch with his/her pack. You will see a dogwalker neatly filing their pack through the gates to the water. Sprinkled in between packs are park patrons with their one or two pups who are either chasing their ball, sticking by their owner, or making friends with dogs in the packs. Despite how many dogs are in one place, it’s actually pretty structured and calm.

Now, have you seen Mean Girls? Remember when the “Burn Book” got out an everyone breaks into madness in the halls? That exact scene crossed my mind. Sammy was trotting around in circles like a horse with the ball in his mouth. Chesa was right at his heels. Salty was wrestling some puppy he met. Kato was barking at Salty trying to get in on the action, and resorting to humping when he wasn’t getting his way. Josephine had found another puppy (less than half her size, of course) to play with. Cooper was intermittently body slamming and humping them. This was just my pack. Another dogwalker across the dome had his back who were wrestling, barking, humping and chasing. Park patrons were calling after their non-responsive dogs who were gleefully doing laps around the park with no regard for their name being called. This is what the wind does to the dogs.

I don’t know what it is about the wind. I googled it and didn’t find anything worth relaying. I’ve heard that the wind kicks up all the smells in the dirt and grass and throws the dogs off. I’ve heard the sound of the wind is too much on their ears and makes them go a little crazy. I tend to believe the kicking up smells theory… I imagine the dogs all going crazy because all of a sudden everything they knew got turned upside down. The dogs can’t tell who smells good enough to hump so they hump any random dog, they can’t tell what human has the treats so they just go jumping on everyone, and they can’t tell whose ball it is so they just grab anything or leave everything to be found by another confused dog. Again, there is no scientific basis on any of this, it’s just my dog-crazy brain trying to make sense of the chaos. Regardless of the reasoning, the dogs made sure there were no dull moments this afternoon. I have a feeling they all went home very tired today.

If you do know anything about why the wind does this to dogs, please comment! Let me know!