I joined the Canine Angels team on April 11. 2011. I'm a beautiful, willing and smart Golden Retriever, but I have lived outdoors for all of my two years. I had hardly any social skills and no obedience training. But, I wanted to learn, and now I belong to my dedicated trainer, Jeanne, and her own Golden, Bode, age 6. I am today a certified Canine Angels Therapy dog.
I have been keeping a daily journal to chart my progress and to help others learn from our experiences. I hope you enjoy it. Love, Lady
5/15/12
Dear Diary,
I know I have promised in the past to show video of some of my antics, and I’m finally proving that I’m a Lady of my word.
Back in an October Lady Gram I tried to explain my passion for running. If I was a person, I would have been a sprinter – or a marathoner – or both! I run for the sheer joy of it – as fast and far and often as I’m allowed. So, I’m including a short video showing how I start each day - running through the surf at Sunset Beach, NC, at sunrise. Lucky dog, right?
I will never forget our pack vacation to New Hampshire last fall. I met snow for the first time. Ten inches of white fluff. My Auntie Janet threw snow balls for me to catch. It’s really hard to find them when they land. I think you will notice from the video that I was enthralled.
Hope these videos make you smile.
Love, Lady
5/10/12 Mother's Day Wish
Dear Diary,
I’ve had my share of mothers.
Three seems like a lot in only three years.
First was my birth mother who gave me life. Second was the mother who surrendered me to a cause she believed in. And third was Jeanne.Third time’s a charm.
Happy Mother’s Day to Jeanne and all my surrogate mothers out there who have sent their love and support throughout my transition to life as a Canine Angel.
I love you all.
Lady
5/9/12 Justice trains for part time duty
We have a new addition to the Canine Angels Therapy Dog team. His name is Justice, and he is a handsome blue brindled Staffordshire Terrier (pit bull), age 4. He’s with us during vacations with his grandparents who are our neighbors, and he lives most of the time with his dad, Curt, in Charleston. Justice was obedience trained by Canine Angels 18 months ago, and he continues to fine tune his training when he visits our area. This week he attended a major fund raising event to introduce him to crowds of all ages, noises, other dogs, loud music, diners and countless distractions. He gets an “A.”
5/9/12 The Tables Have Turned
Dear Diary,
I
remember writing on previous occasions about the first time I attended a dinner
party, golf tournament, awards luncheon, fund raiser or other event a dog might
not normally be invited to – especially one rescued from a chain link pen. When the special
pink bandana came out of the pet drawer, I knew we were stepping out. Sometimes I’d be so nervous I would
cower head first in the corner, making it difficult to get that scarf on. But I survived all
those social activities; in fact I quickly learned to bask in the limelight of
attention and affection people poured out to me. Bode’s laid-back example was a huge help in calming my
fears. Now I shimmy and shake with
glee when the pink bandana is tied around my neck.
In fact, I’m very
proud to report that I am somewhat the ‘voice of experience,’ and I willingly
serve as an example to help fellow canines learn the ropes of public
appearances. This week I had the
chance to help Justice, a handsome brindled pit bull who’s a part time addition
to the Canine Angels Therapy Dog team.
(See article above). Justice
accompanied Bode and me to the Canine Angels Fundraiser on the waterfront deck
at Patio's Restaurant in Little River.
Lots of people everywhere.
Service dogs too. A pretty vocalist sang 60’s songs. Laughter, eating, drinking,
socializing. Raffle tickets being
sold. King and Leroy collecting
monetary donations and dropping them in a bucket. It was a happening place. From the moment
the back hatch opened on the Subaru, I caught the scent of uncertainty coming
from Justice. He hopped out
willingly, head held high and a purposeful step, but his eyes had a
‘deer-in-the-headlights’ look as he took in the scene and hustled into
formation between us Goldens. His
first large gathering.
As soon as the
purple Pilates mat hit the floor beside our chosen table, we three were on it –
all the better to catch our breath and get the lay of the land. My preference is to squirm under Jeanne’s
chair. Bode is ever vigilant for
an unsuspecting soul who might drop a crumb of dinner. Justice sat stoically…that is until he
got ‘the look’ and lay down.
Some patrons at an
adjacent table were enjoying dinner.
One man mistakenly dropped a piece of hot dog, and it fell between his
feet. Justice was still stunned
with the sights and sounds, but he saw it drop and looked at me for
guidance. Bode was staring at it
in a trance lest it disappear of its own volition. I had just about made a decision to go for it when Jeanne
swooped down with a napkin and scooped the morsel into the trash. Foiled.Justice caught on
quickly to being petted, cooed to, complemented, ears scratched and all. He never really needed any guidance
from Bode or me on that score. I give him an “A” in social skills at a large
gathering.
Love, Lady
4/25/12 Lady compares company to fish
Some
people say that company is like fish – after three days they both begin to
smell. My company has been here
for ten days, and they still smell terrific. I check them hourly – if not more often.
Fifi
and Fluffy (yup) are seven-year-old Llasa Apso sisters, and Cosette is an
eight-month-old Cockapoo and veteran Canine Angels therapy dog. They are living at my house while their
parents are on a cruise. Secretly,
I refer to Cosette as ‘Shadow,’ because she spends all her waking hours within
a foot of Jeanne’s right ankle.
She follows her everywhere!
I used to be just like that, so I know how she feels.
The white pups
prefer to lounge on the red love seats in the living room – where, I might
interject, Bode and I are never allowed to lounge. Okay, maybe a tad of jealousy rears its ugly head. But while I’m at it, I’ll tell you a
few other issues I have with our company.
Foremost, they eat
too slowly – grazing nonchalantly while I am required to ‘leave it’ for eternity. Doesn’t matter if they are served beef,
chicken or kibble – they peck like hens, strolling back and forth past their
dish. Since I’ve already inhaled
my own food with gusto, I just watch.
And wait. And drool.
Speaking of hens,
my bedroom has turned into a girls dorm.
The guest pups don’t seem to know that Bode is a boy, so I won’t
tell. They make me laugh when it’s
bedtime and Jeanne announces, “Little ones, kennel!” They hop off the king bed and trot quickly into their
respective crates. It’s cool. Plus, that leaves lots more room for
Bode and me to stretch out in the big bed. I have to admit
that they are cute as all get out, even though they can steal some attention
away from me. I like having the
company, and they’re much better than fish.
4/15/12 Lady’s Take on the Fine Art of Fetching
Dear Diary,
How
good a fetcher am I?
Well, if it weighs less than five
pounds in this house, I have probably fetched it. I LOVE fetching.
Haven’t mastered all the nuances yet, such as waiting to be asked to fetch
something, or delivering fetched items immediately on command. I like to wiggle and prance in
circles shaking my head with items in my mouth – staying about six inches out
of Jeanne’s grasp. To me, this is
the fine art of fetching.
Here
are some of my favorite fetching targets:
Love,
Lady
4/11/12 Lady's First Anniversary as a Canine Angel
Letter from the President:
Dear Lady,
You have defied the laws of gravity. You have taken all the non believers and converted them. You have given life, purpose, and hope to every human and every dog who is now or will be involved in the Canine Angels effort. You have become the pinnacle of pride for us all, and have made Jeanne, me, and everyone who has met you better humans. May you continue to be the inspiration for many more canine souls to follow.
Rick Kaplan, Pres.
Dear Diary,
April
11 is my first anniversary with Canine Angels. Wow, what a year it has been. I knew my life would be changing when I
low crawled from my chain link pen and into the Subaru that rainy Monday. I had no idea how much. Chronologically I am three years old,
but I really began living only last year.
The love and joy I’ve experienced is captured in the Lady Grams I’ve
written to share my story and to express my appreciation for the opportunities
I have been given.
Some
of my friends and family have honored me with some personal thoughts on the
occasion of my first anniversary, and I wanted to share their words with you.
Love,
Lady
Below: pics of Lady 1 year ago.
I
first met Lady a year ago when I went to play Mah Jongg at my friend Jeanne’s.
Sweet Lady Jane quickly became one of the Mah Jongg Buds with her welcoming
hugs and sad brown eyes. It did not take long for Lady to become a valued
member of our community with her important work in schools, nursing homes, and
with our honored veterans. She won my heart, but I no longer enjoy playing Mah
Jongg with her... She Always Wins!!!
Much
love and big hugs to my furry MJ Bud
Joan Hig
To my Fair
Lady,
I was
remembering the other day about a family gathering we celebrated in April of
2011. The exciting news we all shared with Jeanne (besides her birthday) was
her anticipation of your arrival. She was so concerned that you might get
overwhelmed with all the new people that she had to wait an extra week for you
to join the pack. It would be another almost four months before I would get to
meet you but rest assured thru your colorful Lady Grams, I always felt I was
right there with you. Sometimes I wondered if I could have mastered all the
tasks you were asked to learn. Your successes are well deserved as are those of
your packmates. You all should be proud of each other...With lots of love,
Auntie J
Dear Lady,
You've come a long way this year. I know it
took a lot of work and self control for you to learn to be the "Lady"
that you have become. I had high hopes when I was given the rare opportunity to
sponsor you. You've exceeded my expectations by far. Every card and blog I get
from you is a reminder of that. Thank you for all that you are doing for others
by sharing your kind heart. One day we'll finally meet, and I'll give you the
hug you deserve!
Love, JD
(USAF Major
Joe Maxon)
To Lady,
Congratulations
on your first year anniversary with Canine Angels. Time has flown by since your
introduction to the Canine Angels Program. Your journey has taken you from an
outside cage with little exposure to many of the wonders of this world we live
in to a warm home with a guardian, Jeanne, who provides unselfishly for your
care and training. So many doors of opportunity were opened for you to learn
the social skills that pay off in new friends; human, canine or other. You were
asked to take on the challenge of being obedient at all times even when your
heart said “Do It” and Jeanne said “No”. You treat the little people who read
to you with love and affection they will always remember. Meeting and greeting
the big people is no longer as threatening an experience as it once was. You
never seem to tire of offering your paw, tilting your head as if you understand
and sitting close for constant head petting and hugging at the medical care
facility. And as far as your canine friends are concerned, you have accepted
the fact that some dogs need more space than others, most can just be ignored
and that Bode is your best friend although he did eat your dinner on occasion.
You have done all this and in a spectacular way. You, being the trooper you
are, enter each learning situation with wide eyes and an eagerness to do your
best in every endeavor. This may be the end of your first year with the Canine
Angels Program; it is not the end of the journey. May you fly to new heights
with the same sense of freedom and enjoyment you exhibit while running through
the surf at the beach.
Your MJ Bud,
Karen
We love
Lady. We met our cousin Lady one
year ago. It is amazing to see how
much she has progressed in this one year with Jeanne and Bode. We are no longer nervous being around
her. She now is very accepting of
us and always warmly welcomes us into her home. We are very happy that Lady has come into our lives. XXOO Penny and Beau, cocker spaniels
Happy
Anniversary Lady. We first met
beautiful you the day after you arrived in your new home. We know about your prior life, and it
boggles our minds to think of all you have been introduced to and all you have
been taught. We are so very proud
of you, Jeanne and Bode. Best
wishes to the THREE PACK.
Love, M &
M
The morning trip down
to Socastee to pick up Lady was uneventful. My first impression was how nervous
and timid Lady was. She got into Jeanne's car without too much coaxing. I think
she knew that her life was just beginning. Not many people or animals have a
second chance at making a life with purpose. It felt like Lady knew this was
her chance and she was giving it the best she had. Lady made the trip north
like a pro.
Lady takes to the
morning beach walk ritual with wild abandon. After hours of training from
Jeanne, Lady now meets other dogs on the beach with only mild interest and no
timid aggression. Lady appears to imitate the birds she chases and flies down
the beach surf. Lady beams with pure joy as she prances in the sand. Another of
her favorite tricks is to run full speed at Bode and then veer off just in time
to avoid collisions. The Lady has blossomed and can be a tease.
In second grade, when
the children read to Lady she accepts their affection readily now. At first she
was shy and a little unsure of what the children wanted her to do. A fast
learner, Lady understood they want her attention and acceptance, just like she
wants theirs.
I see now how
Lady takes to her therapy purpose happily and with determination.
Love, Ronna
Hey Lady Jane,
Has it really only been one short year since you entered our lives
and our mah jongg group? It seems like you've always been with us. You greeted
us somewhat timidly and while we were trying to get pungs and kongs, you were
content nestled into a corner, with your own kong. Now you come running to the
door when we arrive to greet us with your wagging tail and outpouring of
affection.
You are also a great golf buddie and you manage to keep our game
in perspective. If we have a less than spectacular tee shot or fairway shot,
you just stay nestled in the golf cart - like it's not worth your energy to get
out to watch mediocre play. On the other hand, following an awesome chip shot,
you're the first out of the cart to come to the edge of the green to watch the
putt holed. You are just so much fun to be with.
For one who lacked training prior to arriving at "Max Boot
Camp", you have come such a long way in this short time. You have mastered
the basics and so much more. When it came time for you to be placed with a
Veteran, I think you went into the Therapy Testing with a plan. You wanted to
stay in your new home.
You have brought comfort and joy to so many from the 2nd graders
to the aged. You are fortunate to have been united with Jeanne and Bode who
have nurtured you into the delightful Lady that you are - but then, you already
know that!
May you continue to enjoy the security and love you have found and
may we continue to write many more Anniversary tributes to you.
Hugs and Treats!
Jan
4/07 Lady takes a ferry ride
Dear Diary,
I took my first ride on the NC ferry from Southport to Kure Beach last week. Of course Bode was included, plus I brought my new Lhasa Apso friends, Fifi and Fluffy. We had fun, and all the deck hands and other workers talked to us. Once the ferry leaves port, you are allowed to exit the car and ride at the bow (Bode told me that’s the front part), where the wind blows your ears and the seagulls loom temptingly. If you bark (Fluffy) you have to return to the car and get a time out. I zipped my lips.Love, Lady
4/07
Dear Diary,
Sometimes I feel like the little kid on the football team who always warms the bench – never seeming to get called in for any plays. I’m frequently relegated to the back of the Subaru, and Bode is chosen to jump out and strut his stuff. I hang my head out the open car window thinking “pick me coach, pick me!” But, when the rear hatch lifts, only Bode is asked to exit.
This most often happens after I have heard friends complain to Jeanne that their dog loves people – but is aggressive toward other dogs. So we try to help them. Usually it turns out that these dogs are not vicious, just ill at ease and not experienced with how to tolerate other dogs. I remember being very much like that when I first joined this pack. I even wrote about it in some early Lady Grams.
Since then, we’ve all been taught that exposure to a dog who exudes calm energy can be extremely valuable to a dog and owner who need help ‘playing nice’ with others. It’s sort of like those lead ponies that escort the thoroughbreds to the starting gate at the Kentucky Derby. Having a good example to follow is a very helpful training tool.
So, once we’ve seen that an ‘allegedly dog aggressive’ dog knows basic obedience and can be controlled on leash by its handler, Jeanne will trot out Bode to meet the wayward one.
Though it ticks me off a tad that he is always picked for the job, I must secretly admit that Bode is Mr. Laid Back and the King of calm energy. Me? I’m maybe the Queen of energy – but it’s usually the exuberant rather than the calm kind. In the past few months though, I have shown that I can switch gears from excited to calm – when it’s necessary. For example, I’ll surely show you calm when I’m nestled against the leg of a second grader who’s reading to me or saying hello to some of the older folks I visit.
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago Bode and I remained in the car when Jeanne was introduced to Roxie, a very nice looking mixer girl, maybe part Shepard, Corgi, and yellow lab. She’s about my age. She and Jeanne got to know each other after a few training visits, and we returned this week to help Roxie tolerate other dogs.
So, I sat glumly at the open car window as Jeanne walked to the back. Bode was primed to jump out. Well, imagine my surprise when the back hatch opened, and I was asked to exit! Yipee! The leash was clicked on my collar, and I hopped out to meet Roxie - nose to nose. We sniffed appreciatively, tails wagging, happy ears and hackles. Then we all walked. (Well I could be accused of strutting, so pleased was I to be chosen to help train.) We went about half a mile – and not one incident. I was calm, cool, collected and confident. Roxie followed my example. It was way fun. I’ve come a long way, baby, when I can help another dog overcome some of the same issues I faced only a year ago.
I admit to a slight smirk on my cute copper-colored face when we returned to the Subaru, and it was Bode’s head sticking out the window waiting patiently.
Love, Lady
4/2/12 Lady Likes Upscale!
Dear Diary,
It’s another first for the rescued girl! Last night I was entranced as I entered a gigantic ballroom, elegantly decorated in a Kentucky Derby theme, with hundreds of people and a wonderful band playing dance music. I’m just learning to dance, but so far we haven’t progressed past my living room.
There were beautiful ladies in fine dresses with exotic hats and men in tuxedos. I’m really moving up in this world. I accessorized with a pink bandana from the Dollar Store. Chic.
left: Canine Angels Therapy Dog Coordinator dances with President Rick Kaplan at the Gala
Plumed hats served as table centerpieces, linen napkins, shiny glassware and finely printed menus and programs detailing the event (The North Myrtle Beach Chamber of Commerce 2012 Annual Awards Gala – for which Canine Angels was a nominee). Eight pieces of silverware adorned each place setting. My previous silverware record was five. Not that I was allowed to use any of them, but for a girl whose daily place setting consists of a pink plastic bowl, it was impressive.
I happily rested under Jeanne’s chair, next to Larry McMahan and his service dog, Abby. Mostly I had little interest in the food service activity – until the Filet Mignon was served. That quickly got Abby’s and my attention. If I might offer a tiny complaint about the rules in this pack, it would be that food from the table to my lips is an extremely rare event.
Fortunately for me, Larry has no such rules in his pack. Better still was the fact that my new friend, Kathy, who sat on our other side, does not care to eat red meat. These were two most welcome coincidences from which Abby and I profited (as soon as Jeanne excused herself from the table). I’m not exactly sure if King benefited, as he was sitting several seats away, but when it comes to filet mignon, it’s every dog for themselves.
The award announcements came after dinner. Although we made it as far as national level consideration, Canine Angels was not selected as the Non-Profit of the Year – this time. Just being nominated is an honor, especially for a fledgling organization scarcely more than a year after earning non profit status. Our congratulations to the winners, Intracoastal Christmas Regatta which raises funds for local charities.
I heard everyone talking about the hundreds of letters of support received for our nomination as Non Profit of the Year, and how lucky we are to have so many fans, supporters and volunteers. Thank you all. We will be there for you again next year!
Love, Lady
4/2/12 One morning in the life of a therapy dog
April marks the end of my first year listening to the second graders read to me as part of the Canine Angels Therapy Dog program. You can’t believe how much I’ve learned from those little voices poised beside me each week on the purple Pilates mat. I’ve loved every minute.
We were given special permission to take some photographs this past week at school, and I thought you might enjoy seeing a few.
Love, Lady
2/27/12 Lady debuts at her first fund raising soiree
I was thrilled with my invitation to attend the Canine Angels Spaghetti Dinner fund raising event at Dirty Dick's Crab House this past weekend in North Myrtle Beach, and I enthusiastically RSVP’d. (Those French lessons from months ago are paying off.).
After accepting the invitation, however, my insecurities briefly surfaced. What would I wear? Who would I sit with? Where would I lay down? What if I got nervous and had to wee wee?
The attire issue was swiftly resolved when I remembered my spiffy new aqua and black Canine Angels Therapy Dog kerchief. That and a black collar around my neck, and voila! (Have to practice that French.) Naturally we scheduled a beauty parlor session beforehand so I would look and smell my best.
I had never seen 250 people in one room before, but it sure was a terrific people-watching night. I decided to sit and lay beside my beach walking buds and very close to lots of my peers on our Therapy Dog team. I love the camaraderie we share from working together.
The super-sized service dog pack was in our vicinity, but they stayed on a large mat. We exchanged friendly glances. When people held out money, those pups would accept it in their mouth and drop it in a large jar of donations. I thought it would be neat for me to take money OUT of the donations jar and buy more Puparoni beef sticks, but I got ‘the look.’
I should not have worried about nervousness because people were so very kind and friendly. Aren’t dog people the best? They approached me gently, introduced themselves, and told me they knew who I was from reading Lady Grams. One lady said when I was writing every day, she would get up in the morning, make her coffee and then right away ‘tune in’ to Lady Grams. After awhile, the lady started postponing her morning coffee and going straight to her computer to find out my latest adventure. Compliments make my heart swell up.
I’m proud to be a Canine Angel and am amazed at the opportunities I’ve had since being rescued from my chain link pen last April. I’ve met people, learned things and seen places that I couldn’t even have dreamed of.
So many of you have so generously given your time, talent and money – not only to the tremendously successful Spaghetti Dinner but to the entire Canine Angels cause. From one of your major beneficiaries, I say simply and sincerely: Merci.
Love, Lady
1/18/12 Lady's Heart Is Touched
Dear Diary,
Today
was our weekly trip to hear the second graders read. Besides the beach, this is my favorite place to visit.
Everyone
in Miss Cahill’s class had read to me by now except Jonathan, and it was his
turn today.
I sat patiently on
the purple Pilates mat and waited for him to select ‘just the right book.’ It took him a little longer than is
usual, but I enjoyed looking around at all the kids who were supposed to be
ignoring me, but who were waving their hands to me underneath the tables. My tail slapped the floor happily in
response. Jonathan
approached me on the mat but he sat several feet away on the alphabet rug. We invited him onto the mat but he
said, “I’m afraid of large dogs.”
Did he mean me? Jeanne was
quick to assure him that we understood.
Jonathan replied very seriously, “I really want to read to
Lady.”
Wow. My heart beat differently when I heard him. Seven years old and maybe 45 pounds on
his slender frame. Brave as a soldier. He faced my 55 pounds of fur flying
everywhere and opened the book. He
ran his little fingers through his spiked jet black hair, pushed up the wire
framed glasses dominating his tiny face, and began Chapter 1 in a soft, strong
voice.
I tuned one ear to
the chapter on animals in the snow, and with the other I heard my instincts
saying, ‘baby steps, baby steps.’
So, I edged myself toward Jonathan. He kept reading.
A page or two later, I edged closer still. When I quietly snuggled next to his leg, a tiny smile turned
up one corner of his lip.
Mid chapter I
stuck my head in the middle of the opened book in Jonathan’s lap. Without
missing a beat, he pointed out to me a girl dog on the page whose fur was the
same color as mine. I moved my
head away so he could continue the chapter, but I left my paw on his leg.
I was sorry when
the chapter was finished. Jonathan
stood up and I shook hands with him.
He bent over and rested his cheek on the top of my head. “Bye Lady,” he said. I loved it.
Love, Lady
1/7/2012 Abby Takes Pen to Paw
(Lady has given up her Gram space so that Abby can let you know about her weekend visit with the three-pack.)
Dear Readers,
I
am SO snoring away while flopped on the big pet bed by the computer chair. It’s 8 a.m., and I am already
exhausted! Visiting the Golden
Pack is tiring!
I’m
shorter now than when I arrived yesterday. Ran my legs to stubs at the beach this morning. I chased Lady into the ocean a lot too
and got drenched all over.
Apparently I look about the same with wet fur as with dry – unlike
Lady. Sorry, there will be no
pictures or video of my antics.
Jeanne had all she could do to control the three of us! No major mishaps
though…, well except for my head being briefly stuck when the car window got
rolled up by mistake. We
had to wait until daybreak to go to the beach because I have no Glow Light for
my collar. There were lots
more people and dogs strolling about than the last time I visited. I ran to greet them all as if I were the
Sunset Beach ambassador-ess. I
behaved beautifully and am almost as friendly as Bode. And, I’m almost as fast as Lady. Almost.
Jeanne and Bode
walked 2-plus miles, but Lady and I traveled at least ten miles – most of that
at break neck speed and a lot of it through knee-deep surf. Put a bird in her sights and my girl
Lady is fast!
Two minor
complaints about the accommodations at the Golden’s B&B. First, the fish oil caplets served here
are not the kind I like, so I left all three in my food dish at first; however,
when I noticed Bode eyeing them, I was able to gobble them up. Second, when we woke up for our morning
stretches and scratches in bed – there were three dogs but only two hands. Guess whose belly got scratched by
foot? Hint: it was white, not golden.
Oh well, I guess I
can manage these hardships. Will
my new pack have a beach?
Love,
Abby
1/5/2012 -- 3 Pack responds to our scare last week!
Dear Diary,
When
one of us canines makes a mistake around here, oftentimes both of us pay. And, the pack leader has been known to
overreact on occasion.
Bode
went missing for three hours at the beach last week, so guess how I (the
innocent one) have spent much of the days since?
First,
none of us got to go to the beach for three days since Jeanne said she was gun
shy, whatever that is. I don’t know anything about guns but I
can be a little shy at times. No need
to stay home over it I’m thinking.
When we finally
did venture out, Bode was on a leash at all times, and I was called to ‘come’
every 35 seconds or so. Jeepers
creepers, I’m three years old. How
can I catch birds from that position?
Next, we both had
to go to the Veterinarian and get a fat needle in our necks. They injected a rice-kernel-sized Micro
Chip beneath our skin. Mine bled a
little, but I got very little sympathy.
Now if I get lost, I can be ‘scanned’ by a Vet or Animal Rescue folks and
an agency called Home Again will be called with my chip number. Home Again will call Jeanne and she
will be very happy. Me too. But that’s not the
end of it. We each got electronic
collars. And these, mind you,
counted as part of our Christmas presents, even though we had not requested
them from Santa. Now Jeanne can call us back in an instant with a beep from over a half mile away! I dance with
excitement when Jeanne tries to put on my new e-collar because I know it means
we are going outside – if not to the beach, somewhere else with birds,
squirrels, people and dogs. Don’t
get me wrong, I like my house, but “out” is the best.
We also got new
regular collars because our old ones were looking ratty. We switch collars often because ours
get wet at the beach, so they are removed to dry in the laundry room, and a
different collar affixed. This is troublesome because it’s annoying to Jeanne
to keep switching the rabies tag, Home Again tag, Glow Light, Therapy Dog ID,
and “call my Mum” tag to new collars every day.
So, today we
bought very terrific little Spring Snap Stainless Steel Carabiners. All the tags peculiar to me are
attached to a carabiner which just clicks off one wet collar and onto the new
dry collar in a jiffy. Same for
Bode. So we are safer with all our
info tags, and Jeanne is less impatient.
And therefore, life is good.
Love, Lady
12/28/11
Dear Diary,
If I were a drinking girl, I would chug a long glass of whiskey, put my paws up on the ottoman, and conk out.
I just survived a nightmare of a morning in my pack.
My brother Bode went missing at the beach – during our routine exercise regimen which always starts in the darkness before sunrise. He was following behind us, as is his custom, and the next time we looked…vanished.
My Mum and I and lots of our great friends searched for nearly three hours. We combed through the brush-covered dunes, walked the many wooden walkways to the beach, and cruised the roads, calling, calling, calling his name. Nothing.
We alerted the police. My aunts drove an hour to be at our home in case he made his way there while we were searching. My other family who live too far away were stationed by their cell phones waiting for word.
Someone trained binoculars on the dunes from the third floor deck of a beach house. Complete strangers volunteered to help look.
I saw my Mum crying, but I pretended not to notice. I just stuck with her the whole time and helped in the only way I know…by being with her. She was losing the battle against panic.
After covering a lot more miles, we walked out of the dunes and onto the beach - for at least the tenth time. We were feeling scared and dejected.
But, we looked north along the beach and saw a small moving dot, possibly a quarter mile away. The dot quickly appeared golden colored and was galloping toward us through the sand. Soaking wet and smiling.
Mum didn’t even ask him where he was. The relief drained out of us like a funnel, and we all hugged gleefully. Now that all is well - Bode might have been in serious trouble. Luckily, we live in the present, so we all love him - no matter. It is so good to have him home!
Love, Lady
12/17/11
A Birthday Tribute to Lady
With Love from Auntie Janet
Twelve twenty-two is official
But I look to April, you see,
As the time when you, Jeanne and Bode
Became the three-pack family.
Your first mom named you Lady
But I think it should have been Joy
Just ask any one who has seen you
Run the beach or read to that boy.
After dealing with all that you had to
In the earlier years of your life,
We wonder ‘how did you ever’
Get past all of that strife?
But pass you did the test of time,
And the one for therapy too!
All your hard work and learning to be
The Lady that is you.
Thoughts of your being a service dog
Are noble, but I do not dwell;
Maybe selfish of me but far happier we
‘cause now you’re a Golden Angel.
So Happy Birthday Lady
Even though you’re only three
The grams you write inspire us all
‘To be a better me.’
11/20/11 - Abby visits the 3 pack
Dear Diary,
We’ve temporarily grown our pack to four. Abby, the cutie pie white terrier mix from the super-sized pack has joined us for a week’s vacation.
She told me her invitation to the out-of-town wedding that Rick was attending must have been lost in the mail. Anyway, we’re happy to have her visit. Abby arrived here last night, just in time for supper. Jeanne told her she would be ‘dining al fresco’ (that must mean in the bathroom), so she could eat in peace without Bode and me waiting to pounce on her food dish. She eats more slowly than we do (who doesn't?). We were waiting outside the bathroom door for ten minutes before she emerged with the empty dish in her mouth. Nice to know she has to clear her plate too.
We took a walk down our street so the neighbors could ask themselves, “Now who has joined that pack?” Also we wanted them to know where Abby belonged in the event she wandered off and couldn’t find her way back to us. After that we played a little ball, then came in and watched Abby remove the countless dog bones, kongs and balls from the toy box and litter the kitchen floor with them. She sure likes to make a mess. Other than that I noticed that she has nice manners.
We eventually settled in to fall asleep in front of the television. I have to report that Abby snores. At least Jeanne blamed it on Abby. I can’t be sure, but it wasn’t so loud as to keep me awake. It was a lady like snore. I was happy she didn’t try to hog too much space in our bed either. She picked a spot at the foot of the bed, curled into a ball and hardly moved until ‘the crack of dawn.’ Actually, dawn hasn’t even cracked yet when we wake up.After our wee wee walk, we were ready to eat. For breakfast, Abby dined al fresco again, but this time with the bathroom door open. She’ll soon be dining side by side with me and Bode.
Finally it was time to load up into Lulu and head to the beach, our morning ritual. Abby got to ride shotgun – which got my knickers in a twist – but I don’t think it was favoritism. We were just making sure everyone got our own window to stick our heads out. I noticed that Abby was WAY impressed with our beach. At least I think it’s our beach. Bode and I were WAY impressed with Abby – she runs faster than a speeding bullet and more powerfully than a locomotive. We’ve got to teach her to veer off before she crashes into us at full speed.
She didn’t go very far into the water yet. That will probably change. I know this routine because I didn’t swim when I first met the beach six months ago. Jeanne and Bode helped me learn, and I’ll help Abby.
Love, Lady
11/18/11 - Basking in praise or exiled to 'time out'?
Dear Diary,
Reference our last diary entry, would you raise your hand if you think Bode and I ate the roasted turkey that sat resting on the edge of our kitchen counter for two hour? It WAS suppertime, and we WERE unsupervised, and we are NOT usually tested with smells of roasted anything from our kitchen… Understandable to give in to the temptation, don’t you think?
I am so very proud to report that the turkey breast was untouched when Jeanne returned home from her trip to the Vet. No time outs for this duo. Bode and I are SO basking in the rays and the praise.
Love, Lady
11/10/11 Lady Gram – Oh Me of Little Faith
Dear Lady’s Diary,
I (Jeanne) was in the midst of dinner preparations last night. We were having a minor 3-pack celebration in honor of the Golden Angels learning to jump through a hoop, literally.
Cooking sounds and smells from our kitchen are woefully unusual, so they generated lots of interest from the pups. A boneless turkey breast was ‘resting’ (as some who actually know how to cook express it) on the kitchen counter.
Then the phone rang. On the other end, our beach-walking-dog-loving friend Ronna asked tearfully, “Can you meet me at my Vet?”
Oh no.
“Be there in ten minutes,” I responded. No questions asked.
Knowing that Tess, her gorgeous Norwegian Elkhound, is a cancer survivor, and suffers other serious health issues, I was scared.
My usual ‘desperately quick’ exit checklist is: have the pups had a ‘wee wee’ recently? All else can be tolerated or remedied. So, I advised my unhappy campers that their dinner would have to wait, and “I’ll be back.”
When I reached Ronna and Tess at the Vet’s, they were both so obviously in pain. It’s a scary lonely time when your best bud is sick but can’t tell you where it hurts. After a couple hours of exams and tests and consults, the good news is that Tess’ gastrointestinal distress could be fixed with assorted shots and pills and credit cards. Whew. We were all so relieved.
Once Tess was happily ensconced in her Mum’s Jeep, I started toward home. And then – just as one dread faded, another - admittedly less dire - surfaced.
The turkey on the kitchen counter back home. Two hungry Goldens. No supervision. Uh oh.
As my foot involuntarily (honest officer) pressed a little harder on the accelerator, I surmised that if damage was going to be done, it had already happened. No sense getting a speeding ticket too. I was relieved that at least it was a boneless turkey, though I wondered what sort of gastrointestinal upset three pounds of turkey would present. Isn’t turkey supposed to make you sleepy? Don’t panic if you walk in and find two snoring beauties, I cautioned myself.
Maybe I should just stop for a take-out pizza? Or, did Lady and Bode have the strength of training to ‘leave it’ as they are so often told? How long would they adhere to my parting instructions: “out of the kitchen”?
I pulled in the garage and dashed into the house. I found them sitting angelically side by side at the laundry room door. They could have been awaiting sainthood bestowal for the look on those faces. I almost didn’t want to proceed around the corner and into the kitchen.
Lady will let you know in the next installment – either from ‘time out’ or splayed next to the French doors enjoying the rays and the praise.
Love, The 3-Pack
11/05
Dear Diary,
Brrr! New Hampshire is cold! I found that out on my first ever ‘pack vacation’ when we drove up to the Granite State this past week.
My first morning there, I was sent out to do ‘my business’ in 23 degree temperatures, and my ears practically froze off. I ran and ran, but never got hot because I was inhaling frigid air. I think I like the cold. My second morning there I was sent out into some amazing white fluffy stuff covering the yard with a ten inch blanket. I had met snow – for the first time in my life. I chased snowballs, carved snow angels with my back, and leaped through the drifts with joy. I was awed.
The trip taught me some new vocabulary words like nor’easter and foliage and EZ Pass. The nor’easter storm that dumped the wonderful snow apparently hasn’t happened before Halloween since the Civil War, whenever that was. Lots of people were surprised, including us.
We hiked three different trails into the White Mountains and saw spectacular foliage, waterfalls to swim under, and rushing streams of crystal clear cold water to wade in. I couldn’t really see how vibrant the leaves were because dogs can only distinguish certain color shades, but I heard Jeanne describing them, so I know the colors were awesome. Auntie Janet made bright orange vests for Bode and me because it was deer hunting season, and we didn’t want to be mistaken for deer. Night skies in NH have the twinkliest stars imaginable. I was wishing we had the Constellation App for the iPhone to identify them. Plus we’d need an iPhone.
When you walk on the frozen snow, it makes the nicest crunch sound under your feet – sort of like when you chomp on a big crusty dog bone.
Bode and I were assigned ‘co piloting’ duties on the 2,131 miles we drove Lulu, the Subaru. That included ten states and many toll booths. I must have stuck my head out the window to greet at least a dozen toll takers, and they all had a friendly word or two for me. One even had dog cookies! (She’s on the NJ Turnpike if you’re headed that way.)
Unfortunately, Bode got distracted from his duties and let Jeanne drive into the EZ Pass lane at two toll booths. But, we don’t have the EZ Pass thing. Jeanne just told us to smile for the cameras that apparently would photograph us ‘in the act’ of not paying the toll money. If we get a ticket, I can’t be held responsible because I’m the new kid. It will just have to come out of Bode’s allowance.
I slept at three different houses and met six new dogs, two cats and a parakeet – plus lots of new people. My thank-you-note list includes: Penny and Bo (cocker spaniels), Delia and Dugan (cats who stayed on top of the fridge during my visit to their house), Kenzie (yellow lab puppy), Belle (Rotweiller mixer), Butch (Chihuahua), Scooby (Scottish Terrier) and Tweety bird. I took everything in stride and was a terrific house guest – if I do say so. When we got home I was surprised to jump out of Lulu into NC’s balmy 70 degree temperatures, after the freezing ones in NH. I guess I will have to study about latitudes. Oy vey, more vocabulary.
From rescued dog to delighted vacationer? Hard to imagine. Where to next? I’m up for anyplace, but I hope Santa brings Lulu an EZ Pass first.
Love, Lady
10/28 Lady goes the distance and then some!
Dear Diary,
Running is my passion. Fast running. If you add to the run some knee deep ocean waves, a just-rising sun on the horizon, and a few birds just past my reach, then I’m euphoric.
I found out about this passion some months ago when my pack began beach walking each morning. In only a week I progressed from being afraid of the tiniest wave touching my toes, to swimming over my head in high surf. And then one day I just began running, parallel to the shore, endlessly back and forth. Sometimes there were a few birds to chase. Other times not. Jeanne said I was faster than a speeding bullet, but I don’t know.
Sometimes she was concerned for my heart and put me on leash so I would rest a bit. There wasn’t a lot of running room in my old chain link pen, so I wasn’t conditioned sufficiently when this passion presented itself. No one taught me to run. Certainly Bode, aka couch potato, did not set the example. And Goldens aren’t really noted for speed. But I am an exception.
One of the great things about this passion is that it fits in nicely into my job as a Therapy Dog. You know the part about how I’m supposed to make people smile? Well everyday people stop to watch me run. They say things like: “pure joy, what fun, she’s having a ball.” And they smile as they watch.
Just doing my job.Love, Lady
p.s. Sorry you can’t see me on video. There are no competent videographers around this pack, but they are studying. Maybe we’ll have some movies of my upcoming hiking trip to the White Mountains in New Hampshire. In the meantime, I’ll include this picture of me after my ritual mud bath each morning when I finish running.
10/28 Lady's Pretty in Pink for Halloween
Dear Diary,
You know those emails us dog lovers all get around Halloween with the subject, “Why Dogs Hate Their Owners?” Usually it’s a bunch of embarrassing photos of pups all gussied up in outrageous costumes. Sometimes they’re funny, often foolish, and usually humiliating for dogs.
But not mine. I LOVED my outfit that I wore to the Adult and Disabled Day Care Center today. I was a surfer girl, and I was ‘stylin.’ Form fitting pink spandex body suit. Looked really fine, if I do say so. Felt so good it made me prance. If you happen to be a fashionista, you'll want to know that it was 'by Body Glove.' 
Some effort was wasted affixing a matching pink headband over my ears, but that was unceremoniously pawed off and chewed up in seconds. The headband never made it out of the Subaru. No sense being gauche, I thought. My friend Ronna got me the costume at a yard sale. Bode got one too, but being a guy, he wasn’t much interested in wardrobe unless it smelled stinky or was edible. No luck Bode.
We all thought the costumes would help make the day care people smile, and we were right.
Love, Lady
10/16 The Short Answer
...to the often-asked question: How do Bode and Lady get along?
10/14 Lady leaves a trail of smiles
Dear Diary,
I visited a new world yesterday – the world of disabled people. And I got them to smile. Mostly just by being there.
My Therapy Dog work includes bi-weekly visits to an adult medical day care facility. The people range from teenagers to very elderly, and they need various levels of medical care to get safely through their day. Some appear normal, but have mental handicaps, and others have folded their misshapen bodies tightly into their chairs and don’t want to come out.
But many of them reach for me or Bode when we sit beside their chair. One or two pulled my hair by mistake, but I sat stoically waiting for Jeanne to untangle their gnarled little fingers. I know they didn’t mean it. One young man who rocks incessantly would simply stop and sit still when we approached him. Possibly that is the only way he could acknowledge us. It’s way good enough for me and Bode. I was really impressed with some of the wheelchairs. I’d call them NASCAR quality. The occupants touch one finger to a joystick and can move forward or backward or turn those chairs on a dime. It wouldn’t be right to add one to my birthday wish list, but the thought crossed my mind.
Bode already has a fan club there as he’s been visiting for two years, but I’m developing fans too – after only one visit. Shelley is a young blind girl. When I sat next to her and she touched my fur, she said, “You’re not Bode.” I thought it was because my fur is much silkier than Bode’s. “No,” she said, “It’s because you didn’t slime (lick) my hand. Good dog.”
I like this job of making people smile. It makes me smile too.
p.s. “It takes a lot of work from the face to let out a smile, but just think what good smiling can bring to the most important muscle of the body... the heart.” (Author Unknown)
Love, Lady
10/10 Lady lists her birthday wishes
Dear Diary,
Bode’s sixth birthday is coming up this month, so I’ve overhead a little discussion about gifts and celebrations. I know for sure that we’ll be allowed our peanut butter Frosty Paws ice cream cups. That’s a given. I doubt we’ll have pony rides, clowns or party hats.
Bode wanted to ‘register’ himself for gifts from the pet treat aisle at Walmart, but that wasn’t allowed. Our pack leader doesn’t believe in ‘registering.’ I already know what I’d like to give Bode: I would arrange for him to sit beside the Walmart greeter for a whole morning and get patted by all who entered. He is such an attention hog! A few treats added to the mix and he’d be in heaven. My birthday is in late December. Yup, it gets lumped in with the Christmas holidays. I’ve never had a birthday party, and I’m going to be three, but if I did have one it probably would have been overshadowed by Christmas. So, Bode advised me to write up my birthday wish list early – before the holiday season kicks off. Not sure where I could ‘register’ for what I want, even if registering was allowed in this pack. But it’s fun to work on my list. I would like…
-Slower flying birds at the beach.
-Less “leave it” and more “take it” commands.
-Mozzarella. Lots of mozzarella.
-Moratorium on “THE LOOK.”
-To catch just one squirrel in my yard.
-Permission to eat the rest of the squeaky toy after I’ve removed the squeaker.
-Frozen peanut butter Kongs. Lots.
-Moratorium on the “away” command.
-For Catcher to like me.
-To be fed first – every time.
-Ear scratching. Lots.
-Hard boiled eggs and carrots. Lots.
-Toenails that don’t grow and have to be Dremeled.
-Ride in a convertible – in the front seat.
I also think about the bigger picture. “It’s not always about you two,” Bode and I are often told. There are some other things that I wish for, but we can’t just wish. We have to work for: cures for canine cancer and other illnesses; universal ‘no kill’ shelters; and unanimously responsible pet owners. Last but not least – I wish and work for the continued success of Canine Angels. As the song goes – ‘if not for you, I’d be lost if not for you.’
Love, Lady
10/7 A Hundred Hugs
Dear Diary,
I received more than a hundred hugs yesterday. That’s more hugs than I’d gotten in my entire life before joining Canine Angels last April. The occasion was my first day of school with the second graders at Union Elementary in Brunswick County, NC. I met every student in the five second grade classes, and their teachers. They seemed to like me, and it was great fun, but I was exhausted! The kids asked me so many questions that my head hurt. Jeanne said the same. She took an aspirin when we got home. We visited each classroom and talked about a Therapy Dog’s job, and where we work, and how we prepare for work. Bode and I lay on the purple Pilates mat while Jeanne did the talking. Our friend Ronna was there to help keep her eye on our behavior.
I like it when Jeanne asks the kids what is their favorite thing about a dog. They have some great answers about someone who loves you, plays with you, cuddles with you. I’m happy they appreciate dogs. Then Jeanne tells the kids that her favorite thing about dogs is that we walk into a room and immediately love everyone who is in there. And I know she is right. Doesn’t matter if they are short or tall, blonde or brunette, where they live, whether they are the fastest or slowest runner on the playground. She said it’s called ‘unconditional’ love. That’s a lot of syllables for a second grader, but they seemed to get the message.
Jeanne also told the students that my job as a Therapy Dog was to make people smile. Same with Bode. Doesn’t matter whether the people are in a hospital, nursing home, second grade class, hospice, walking on the beach or the street, or anywhere. People watch us, pat us, hug us, and they feel better, and they smile. It’s hard to feel mad, or bad, or sad when you’re smiling.
When the second graders read to us, we don’t mind a bit if they mispronounce a word or forget to pause at punctuation marks. It’s called being "non-judgmental", whatever that is. We just love that they will take the time to sit beside us and read. I sat up a little taller and prouder when Jeanne told the kids about my background and how much I have learned and grown in the last six months. Many of you know that I lived in a chain link pen with no one to love me for the first two years of my life. Then I was rescued, loved and trained as a Therapy Dog. Now I’m helping second graders read. Wow. How great is that?
Love, Lady
10/5 Lady Scores Another "First"
Yesterday was another first for me. I played in my first charity golf tournament. It was a scramble format, and I was on a team with Jeanne, Bode and three of our friends. 
I was amazing – if I do say so myself. The others in my ‘six-some’ said I was so well behaved that they barely knew I was there. When they made a birdie, I would jump out of the cart to join in the high five celebrations. If they only made a par I stayed in the cart and yawned. Sad to say, there were more yawns than high fives, but we had lots of laughs and smiles for the entire 18 holes.
When we weren’t running along behind Jeanne’s golf cart, Bode and I took turns riding with each of the other ladies. They all wanted us in their cart, so we tried to share the wealth. Speaking of wealth, the proceeds from this tournament went to Canine Angels! The ladies golf league here, of which I am a member, sponsors a tournament once a quarter where all the money donated goes to a local charity. Because Canine Angels was the beneficiary, the boss and lots of pups played in the tournament. Rick brought Freddie, Ginger, King, Leroy, Abigail and Toby. They joined three ladies from the league and had a fun time too. Apparently they had fewer yawns and more high five than my team because they came in second place, and my team was third. Bode told me he suspected Jeanne was a little miffed at losing a friendly wager with the boss. I didn’t notice anything, but Bode has had more experience than I with these issues. I’ll be more attuned to side bets for my next scramble.
9/22
Lady’s first day of school
Dear Diary,
All the kids have already gone back to school, but today was my very first visit. I was raring to go after enjoying a peaceful summer with lots of running and playing. Now it’s time to show my stuff as a Therapy Dog.
I was excited and a little nervous. Jeanne said it was okay to have butterflies in my stomach, as long as I made them fly in formation. I thought we’d just roll out of bed, load up into Lulu and hit the road. But, no way. We had to prepare for school the same way the kids do. Wake up, potty break, nutritious breakfast, practice some lessons, and a little exercise. Of course we couldn’t leave the house without a thorough Beauty Parlor treatment. Teeth brushed, ears cleaned, toenails filed and coat brushed to a shine. Also some reminders on polite behavior were issued.
The purpose of my first visit was to attend a New Volunteers Orientation meeting. I thought that sounded like something I should have a leather briefcase for, but Jeanne denied that request. And I seriously would have loved a ride on the big yellow school bus with flashing lights. Also denied. When we got to the school, our friend Ronna was Bode’s handler, and Jeanne watched over me. Bode lead the way, touring us down the Second Grade corridor and then on to the meeting room. Bode and I lay on the purple Pilates mat and listened to a few briefings. I didn’t get to sniff any kids yet, but I did meet the Principal. She smelled nice. When she spoke, she made me wish I could read.
Bode shared small bits of ‘insider information’ with me from his two years of listening to second graders read. He knows all the teachers and their classrooms. He did advise me that when I am in Miss Mill’s class, I really have to toe the line. If the students should get a little wired up, and she yells “Eyes on Miss Mill”- my eyes better be among those trained on hers. She means business. Even Jeanne does ‘Eyes on Miss Mill.’
For sure school will be easier for me having Bode’s example to follow. But we have different personalities, mine a little reserved and polite, compared to his exuberant friendliness. I know I will soon have my own fans and I look forward to that – and to sharing with you some stories about our work. Still, it's nice to have an older brother looking out for you at school.Love, Lady
9/12/11
Lady Shares Some Memories
This week my pack is in remembrance mode. It’s not a national holiday for it or anything. It’s partly the 9-11 anniversary. Bode and I weren’t alive then, but Jeanne has told us about that horror-filled attack and the heroes who surfaced in response. I heard that some of them were canines.left: Bode remembers
But our memories today are brought on by an annual charity golf tournament whose proceeds go toward preventing and curing cancer. We buy special pink flags “in honor of” or “in memory of” loved ones who have survived or succumbed to cancer. A different kind of horror.
One of the most special loved ones in our memory is Casey Maxon, the first Golden Retriever in Jeanne’s pack. He died from cancer six years ago, at age eight. Jeanne still talks a lot about ‘my Casey Max,’ and from the stories I’ve heard, I know I would have loved him. Bode does too.
Casey would ride all over the plantation with his head sticking out the car sunroof and his jowls flapping loudly in the wind. People would laugh and wave to him. One time he jumped into a huge mud puddle, then ran into the neighbor’s house (through the closed screen door) and jumped on the white satin comforter that covered their bed. Jeanne thought she’d have to move after that incident, but everyone forgave Casey just about anything.
His irresistible face graced the cover of every family Christmas card of his life. When he didn’t like riding in the new car, they had a sunroof installed for him. Most of the golfers knew him as he would sneak over to the 10th green and help them putt. He never heard the sound of people laughing on their back decks without considering it an invitation to join them for an hors d’oeuvre or two. 
Bode and I share many of Casey’s traits, and we too are loved beyond belief. It’s a good feeling to know that we will always be remembered. Like the legend of the Rainbow Bridge, the pink flags in Casey’s memory signify that while he is gone from our life, he’ll never be absent from our hearts.Love,
Lady
8/10/11 Lady
mends a fence
Dear
Diary,
Most
of you have heard of Catcher, the Chesapeake Bay Retriever who lives next door
to my pack. But, did you know that
Catcher doesn’t like me?
Hey, I don’t lose any sleep over it. Maybe I remind her of an unpleasant someone in her
past. Maybe I smell weird to
her. Maybe she’s miffed that I’m
prettier than her (meow). No big deal to me. Not everyone has to like everyone else.
Jeanne, on the other hand, DID lose sleep over it. First there were a couple incidents of
aggression, which, I’m told, were very unLadylike. Honest, “she started it” was my position. But some paw
pointing ensued, as did some discussion about both of us being at fault. Then Catcher was banished from pack
road trips because any shenanigans in the Subaru could have been hazardous to
our health. That meant she missed out on lots of fun activities. No beach walks, no swims in the
Intracoastal Waterway, no strolls through the wooded paths at Vereen
Gardens. Not even a ride to
Wallyworld where we all waited in the car – before it got too hot. Catcher had to stay home alone at her
house. She was bummed, she ate a
little more, and without enough exercise, she put on an extra few pounds.
So, we decided to get that fence mended. Jeanne called the boss for a consult on introducing,
reinforcing and maintaining peaceful coexistence for Catcher and me. I guess she could have chosen a hotter
evening for this training session, but I don’t know how. It was about 95 degrees even at 6
p.m. Hot enough to make even the
most benevolent dogs ill tempered.
But we perservered, and made giant leaps of progress – as well as giant
ponds of perspiration. As usual, we started out with baby steps, just sitting side by side,
sniffing, hanging out – all on leash and all under very wary supervision.
It turns out that Catcher has no overall instinctual dislike of me –
there’s just a few situations when she wants me out of her face. Vehemently. One is when I try to get my head out “her” window on car
rides. So, Rick fashioned a nice
comfy flat area in the Subaru’s front passenger seat. Catcher will ride there, with a leash on always. I tested out this area when Catcher
wasn’t looking, and thought it was swell.
But, Bode and I will have the whole back back to ourselves.
So, guess where we were at 6 a.m. today? Sitting in Catcher’s driveway in Lulu (our Subaru) while
Jeanne went to retrieve her (get it?).
Catcher hopped into her cute little space in the front, deftly opened
the treat compartment and sneaked a few Mini’s, slurped a bit of Jeanne’s coffee,
and off we four sped to the beach.
Everyone was very civilized.
When we pulled into the parking lot, Catcher was squealing with joy
to smell the beach. We couldn’t
wait to hit the sand and waves.
Three dogs on leashes parading down the beach was a sight to see. Of
course, my softy Mum had tears in her eyes to see me and Catcher trotting
happily side by side.
Each of us was let off leash one at a time. (If Catcher and I were loose
simultaneously, and we both got wound up with excitement, that would be
something that would make her vehement (see above)). So, at least for now, we’ll be more closely
controlled.
I used my free time wisely to chase birds in the surf, running at
full tilt, and never coming close to catching one. When I returned, Catcher went free. The girl is FAST. She ran back and forth, back and forth
in knee deep water, just for the sheer joy of running. It was a sight to enjoy. Bode used his free time to troll near
the trash barrels, just in case an errant throw left some food on the
sand. Us girls all ask him the
rhetorical question about how can you ignore the most beautiful beach in the
world in favor of trash cans? He
knows no answer is required, but responds anyway: Dogs dig different things. Love, Lady
Lady senses a change 8/5/11
Things are just a little bit different around here. I mean since I became a permanent pack member. Don't worry. It's in a good way. But, I can see it in their eyes, hear it in their voices and smell in the air that something has changed, and I think I know what it is.
When I switched from Service to Therapy Dog, Jeanne and Bode automatically erased the line they had unconsciously drawn to separate foster from family. I believe that they each had hardened a tiny piece of their hearts and prevented just that part from loving me. They did this in preparation for the likely event that I would break their hearts when I left their care. They needed a little piece to be unbroken so that they could use it to heal. Sort of like self-preservation. It's a predictable human emotion, and I understand, even though I'm a dog. You see, I'm a Therapy Dog, and we get it. So, I am happy to say that my new status lets Jeanne and Bode love me completely, unconditionally and forever, like I do them.Love, Lady
Dear Rick, Jeanne, Lady Grams, Gordon, and 'the pack',
Your efforts and open handedness with one another are remarkable.
My blessings on each of you for the sturdy but delicate path you are willing to walk.
I'm inspired by all of you.
My best,
James
Rick.......
What an eloquent letter. It is so true, as with people so with dogs, that they will become who they're supposed to become - not who we'd like them to be. And maybe dogs are smarter than humans because they generally know the difference sooner than we do!
Susan
Oh Jeanne,
I am so very glad that you have adopted Lady. You, Bode and Lady make a great team. It broke my heart when I would think of you having to give Lady away. I could cry now, I am so happy for you.
Hope you had a great time in Calif.
Love you very much,
Marg in FL
Lady,
Welcome to the family.
Love, Auntie Janet and Uncle Joe in MA
Yahoooooooo!
Love, Emily and Jason in CA
Congratulations! I'm glad you were able to reach a decision. I'm sure it was tough. I think this will be great for the Pack!
Love,
Joseph in CA
Thank you, Rick, for updating Lady's fans about her future with such compassion and for understanding how much we love her. Lady and Jeanne must be overjoyed to have each other permanently! And Bode, too. I look forward to more of those marvelous Lady Grams, and photos, like those of Lady on Jeanne's boat or at the beach.
Love to all of you,
Paulette, in Kent, NY
I'm very happy for Lady . She is one fortunate doggie and many kudos to Jeanne. Elaine
8/3
Lady's GPS maps a new route
Dear Diary,
I missed all you guys. So much has been happening in my life, and I want to update everyone.
My internal GPS recently led me onto a road less traveled by other Canine Angels. I was nervous at first about the change in direction, but now I am relieved, relaxed and eager to hit the road running.
My new journey to service will be as a Therapy Dog, not as a Service Dog as we all originally planned.
I told Jeanne and Rick last week that I wanted to switch majors from Service to Therapy. Students switch majors all the time. I told them with every ounce of body language I could muster that the advanced training they had introduced was traumatic for me. I just shut down and fought against complying. They got my message and eventually agreed that Service Dog is not where I can be all that I can be. I am going where my strengths lie and where my heart lies in therapy work. Service and therapy are both noble endeavors; just different. Jeanne and Rick say, why take a violin virtuoso and make her a pianist? Let her use the talents she shows - for her own well being and for that of the many who can appreciate how much she has to offer.
My special ability is that I can make people smile, and that's pretty much the role of a Therapy Dog. I have already attained my therapy credentials and I am anxious to pursue this new focus.
My potential veteran, Gordon, will work with Canine Angels and a new dog who will eventually perform hearing assistance tasks for him. We like him a lot and hope to hang out with him on occasion. He is a good man.
Some dogs are destined to serve one master, and others of us can help many. Therapy is the best route my GPS could ever have imagined. And it allows me to remain at home with my forever pack, Jeanne and Bode - the two who make me smile every day.
There will be no purple service dog vest in my wardrobe, and no guaranteed entry to restaurants, stores, planes, or golf courses. But, I have access to a pack that I cherish, a great home; and the Subaru that takes me to the beach daily. That's about all a girl could want.
As most of you know, the dust almost never settles around here - like those laurels we never get to rest on. I will continue to learn more skills and meet more people, and we three have plans for more places to make therapy visits. I will keep you posted on my progress.
Love, Lady
Letter from the President:
8/1/11 Dear Followers of Canine Angels,
Please
accept my apology for the lapse in our Lady Grams updates, which are
followed closely by so many of you. There has been a very valid reason
for this hiatus.
My
dad, long deceased, was a stone sculptor. I never quite understood how
he determined what his goal was when he began to chisel away stone
chips from a large, rectangular block, one chip at a time. I remember
his answer, and not really understanding it: "The stone will, in time,
let me know what it wants to be", he said. "It knows its own future,
and it is the artist's job to interpret and to obey that, and to respect
what any particular stone can become".
Many
years later, training dogs, I am able to fully comprehend the wisdom in
Dad's words. It is not what I need or want a dog to become that
matters - it is what the dog is capable of becoming that is crucial.
This leads us to Lady.
Lady
is truly a miracle to behold. Her first two years were solitary, in a
backyard, with no training or direction whatsoever. She had to learn
to become her own Alpha, fending for and protecting herself day and
night. Then came Canine Angels and her volunteer foster mom, Jeanne,
who rescued her, and in record time - 2 months - transformed her into a
certified AKC Canine Good Citizen and a Therapy Dogs International
Therapy Dog.
Jeanne
has made a concerted effort with her dog Bode to excel at local
community service for many years. They have initiated reading programs
at Brunswick County schools, visited local nursing homes, as well as
local hospitals and adult day care centers. Jeanne is in the process of
working with the Veterans Administration Hospital in Fayetteville, NC,
to start a therapy dog program for the veterans. Lady has been joining
them more and more frequently on these ventures over the last few
months, and has been a valuable addition to the team.
Jeanne
took a few days to visit her son Joseph in California last week, during
which time I took Lady into our pack for evaluation and advanced
training. It soon became clear to me that the "stone" was talking to
me, and saying clearly that the intensive training now required to go to
the service dog status might not be the best path for her. She made
this absolutely unmistakable to me through her reactions to the elevated
training. I attempted many different approaches over several days, and
each time Lady reinforced the same message: "I am happy where I am, and
I can do the most good as a Therapy Dog".
Lady
was a success for Canine Angels the very minute we adopted her, for we
knew, without a doubt, that at the very least, we would basic train her,
socialize her, and find her a loving and forever home. We did that.
Jeanne broke all barriers by taking her to aforementioned heights in
record time, and Lady was an eager, willing, and hungry student all the
way. That is what she knew she could be.
My
difficult choice was to consider the possibility of trying to force the
service dog issue upon her, and potentially damaging or destroying the
advanced accomplishments already attained. I chose, therefore, not to
proceed.
Lady
will remain a certified Canine Angels Therapy Dog, and her journey to
become a Service Dog has officially ended. She has attained a different
goal, not a lesser goal. She remains the object of our ultimate
pride.
Jeanne
had the option from the beginning, as all of our foster parents have,
to keep her foster dog if she ever developed a feeling that she could
never part with her dog. Many of you have expressed your pain in
feeling the difficulty of a foster parent's dilemma. This offer by
Canine Angels is always made at the initiation of the process for the
benefit of the human. Jeanne is a person of exceptional strength,
dedication, and purpose, and despite her emotional connection with Lady,
often expressed in her daily reports in Lady Grams, pressed forward
towards our stated goal of making Lady into a working Service Dog for a
disabled American veteran. Jeanne's single purpose was to get to that
finish line, regardless of personal attachment. I have always stated
that our foster parents are rare and special people, and can envision
the higher purpose of our work.
The
situation at hand now, however, is not about the human, but about the
dog, who is always the first consideration of Canine Angels. I have
asked Jeanne to adopt Lady herself, and to make her part of her Therapy
team, and to take her to the special heights of which she is capable, in
bringing smiles, laughter, and joy to hundreds, if not thousands of
veterans and others for the rest of her working life. This decision is
all about Lady, as I feel without a doubt that her place in Jeanne's
permanent pack is her destiny. After much thought, discussion, and
personal reflection, Jeanne also believes that this is the correct
solution for Lady and for all.
Many
of you will be thrilled beyond imagination about this turn of events;
others may question whether this is some sort of failure. I can assure
you that Lady's story is an absolute success in every way, and her
bright future will bear this out. We at Canine Angels have a series of
possible goals, any one of which reached is cause for celebration. I
hope you can all celebrate with us in this one. We welcome your
comments and encouragement at any time.
A
note about Gordon, the veteran with whom we had wished to pair Lady in
the coming months. Gordon is a true American hero, and has again proved
that by accepting, understanding, and cooperating with Lady's new
future, despite his sadness and disappointment, which are
understandable. This has been a valuable learning experience for all of
us, and will make us all better at our respective parts in the
procedure. Our gratitude goes to Gordon for his participation and
excitement, and our pledge to continue to attempt to pair him in the
coming months with a Canine Angels Service Dog is hereby extended.
Jeanne
expects Lady to continue her Lady Grams column, even resuming in the
next day or two. Enjoy, and thank you all for your loyalty to our
cause.
Rick Kaplan, President
7/23
Hi Lady Gram readers.......
FYI, Jeanne has taken a short vacation to visit her family in California, and Lady has joined the main Canine Angel pack for some "touch-up" work with the group and Rick Kaplan....... she is making some very good adjustments to advanced techniques, and to being part of the big family. We even spent a few hours today with Gordon, her prospective veteran, for some one on one training, and to discuss a long term plan for the transition, in which Jeanne, Bode, Gordon, Lady and Rick will take part. Jeanne will return early this week, and Lady Grams will resume soon...
Thank you for your patience!!
Love, Lady, Rick & the Pack
7/16/11
Dear Diary,
Just got off the links with Jeanne, Gordon, and two of his West Point buddies, Bob and Chuck. I’m getting to like meeting new people, especially when they give me so many compliments (what a sweet, pretty girl; what a well-behaved dog). From my point of view (sprawled happily on Gordon’s golf cart seat) it was a tough course, but we all had fun.
On the 11th hole I got to see the back yard of the house where Gordon and I will be living, when he and I are ready. Lots of trees, and a big deck with a gas grill (this is excellent as I love to lick the steak drippings off the grill on the morning after a BBQ). Speaking of food, I dined ‘al fresco’ in the golf cart on the 15th hole as it was past my preferred suppertime. I am so flexible!
Speaking of adjusting to stuff, I have to admit to a bit of confusion over who is the boss of me. Jeanne has brought me such a long, long way, so I defer to her. But, I like Gordon. Usually I'll go with what I know. Well, except maybe if Gordon has some undeniable treat. I heard the two of them conferring on how best to negotiate the gradual ‘change of command.’ Uncharted waters for the three of us, but we are already a team. We'll get it done. Love, Lady
Hey Jeanne - Tess and I missed you all at the beach today. Hope everything is well. I got a chance to catch up on Lady's diary this pm. Gordon sounds like he will be a good partner for Lady. What an amazing thing you and Bode have done with Lady's blossoming. I see the nervous dog picked up in Murrells Inlet has now unfolded into a confident, trusting and obedient Lady. I cannot imagine how hard it will be for you to help her transition into her new life. You are an unsung hero for our heroes. Thank you! I am proud to be your friend. Hope to see you tomorrow.
Love
Ronna & Tess
Dear Francine,
Thanks for your protective and caring words about our 3-pack. You have been a supporter from the start, and we have appreciated your encouraging emails. The thought of our girl leaving us is bittersweet for sure as she has touched our hearts even more deeply than we could have imagined.
We three have 'talked' amongst ourselves from the day Lady first jumped into the Subaru that this was not her forever pack. It's not about us. It's about fulfilling our commitment to veterans and their selfless service to our country.
And it is easier knowing what a kind and gentle soul her veteran seems to be.
Love, Jeanne, Bode and Lady
Hi, Rick, I'm so glad to read that Gordon and Lady are probably a match. Please tell Gordon that Lady has a very loyal, loving fan club and we will need to continue getting lots of news about her after she joins him, as well as photos. I'm sure he'll understand. Hi to all of you - Rick, Jeanne, Gordon - and a hug for Lady. From Paulette in New York.
7/14
Dear Diary,
Jeanne says I have ‘cast my spell.’ My veteran Gordon seems smitten with me. (Who wouldn’t be?) Here’s his take on our first meeting. Love, Lady
Hi Rick,
I enjoyed having you, Jeanne, and the pack visit me yesterday. As you were leaving, I realized that I had neglected my responsibilities as host and hadn't offered you and Jeanne (or the dogs for that matter) a drink "to cut the trail dust" as we "Cavalry" officers are fond of saying. I had a pitcher of ice tea ready in the fridge but got so caught up in the process that I forgot my manners. I must say that it was amusing and a bit overwhelming having all those dogs sprawled out on my living room floor while Bode and Layla were competing with Lady for my attention.
I'm a left hemisphere dominant person, thoroughly indoctrinated in the military decision making process, so I tend to make logical decisions rather than emotional ones. I was once told by a car salesman that I was very hard to read, which probably made his job a lot tougher, and I've been known to spend months considering all the ramifications and options in deciding to buy a new car. I invariably put salesmen on warning that I have no intention of making a purchase that same day when I walk into a showroom. Those who respect my wishes have a better chance of making the sale than those who try to "read me."
With that insight into my way of deciding about things of this nature, I assure you that my "gut reaction" was a positive one. I was very pleased with Lady and thought she would make an excellent dog for me. She is a beautiful dog, and the fact that she is already a golf lover is a definite plus. I was also thinking that my grandchildren would undoubtedly like Lady, which is an important consideration to me as well. Since you had previously mentioned that you were thinking about Bourbon as a match, I was weighing that potential option as well. Bourbon seemed considerably less interested in bonding, however, which is not to say that he's not a great dog as well. Layla's another story altogether, but despite her enthusiasm, I felt that Lady displayed a more appropriate level of interest.
I was ready to invite Lady to stay and was sorry to see her leave. I was even thinking about your question as to whether I was going to have the dog sleep on my bed, knowing full well that those kinds of decisions tend to be irreversible when it comes to dogs. I'm sure that Lady feels that she has squatters rights to my living room couch already. She may change her mind when she discovers the couch in the media room, however. I have no doubts that the grandchildren will override any rules I try to make about joining them on the couch anyway. There are a lot of similarities between grandchildren and dogs when it comes to getting their way at times.
Since I have had no previous experience with Lady, I will trust your judgement as to her reaction to me. While I did sense that we were bonding, I also sensed that her apparent interest in me was tempered to some degree by her loyalty to Jeanne, which is to be expected. As I mentioned to Jeanne, Lady walked a little behind me as we were walking away from the house and seemed ready to turn back at any time, but then she was out front tugging on the leash as we were returning, which suggested that she may have been experiencing some minor separation anxiety as you put it.
The thought of being an ambassador to the program that goes along with Lady is an inviting one.
I am ready to proceed as soon as you and Jeanne are.
Gordon
Lady's AKC Canine Good Citizen Certificate
7/13
Dear Diary,
Many adoptees never know details of their early life, nor do they know how they came to live in their new home. I am luckier than most. Jeanne keeps better records than the IRS, and every major detail of my life as a Canine Angel is catalogued, including photos, in my “baby” album.
One very interesting letter in there was written by the boss (Rick) after our first meeting with Gordon (my prospective veteran). It explains a lot about how Canine Angels are matched with potential life partners. It goes….
Hi Gordon,
Thanks for having us in your home today - it was quite a pack, 36 legs in 1 car!!! You are a gracious host, and we all felt welcome and comfortable, and look forward to a very productive relationship with you.
We have been discussing how to proceed from this point, and have agreed that your input is essential in order to begin on the right foot. A service dog and his/her owner must have a mutual connection, feel, or electricity of some sort, in order to have a good foundation. Just as in any relationship, there are good times and bad, and the basic underlying sense of commitment to each other is basic to getting the team through all of them.
Jeanne and I were thrilled about Lady's reaction toward you, and her body language clearly indicated a comfort level and trust in you that translated into an immediate desire to be close to you. This is not her regular reaction, by any means, as she is generally shy and reserved. There is just no explaining to a dog, so we could not prepare her for what is polite, or what we hoped for. That is what makes a dog's affection so valuable - there is no forewarning, no acting, no pretense. What the dog feels, and how the dog acts thereafter is real and undeniable.
What we need from you, then, is the same level of candidness and honesty that we got from Lady, with regard to your inner sense, emotions, and attraction to Lady. Did you like her, did you feel any connection to her, did you sense any communication with her, did your heart tell you that you could share your life with her, and did you feel the rare, unique, and extraordinary character within her? We urge you to reply with absolute honesty, no matter what the answer, as there is no point in trying to build a skyscraper on a weak foundation. If yes, we will start planning to proceed immediately, and if no, we will continue our search for the right pup.....
I hope we were able to give you some idea of the complexity of our mission, and the infinite variations of people and dogs that we must train and match to be life partners. In the end, we do this for you, the Veteran, who placed your life on the line for us and all other Americans, so that we could live the free lives we have lived, through your sacrifice. This service dog venture is a difficult and serpentine path at best, but we are determined to succeed, as we have done many times before. Thank you for your energy and enthusiasm, and willingness to be a part of Canine Angels.
Rick, Jeanne, Lady, Bode, Freddie, Ginger, King, Alfie, Bourbon, Layla
Tomorrow I’ll show you Gordon’s response. Love, Lady
7/11
Dear Diary,
Today was fun. I rode 18 holes in the golf cart with my prospective new dad, Gordon. I’m pretty sure he’s a keeper. He brought treats and mozzarella, plus ice cubes to keep my water bowl cool.
Best of all, he talked to me all the way around the golf course. He explained about what he wanted to happen, what might happen, and what actually did happen. I guess it’s his military training. I’m pretty sure he was happiest when ‘what he wanted to happen’ matched up with ‘what actually did happen.’
The few times I took a misstep, he was very understanding and supportive. You just don’t morph from chain-link-fence-dog to golf course diva without some hiccups. And Gordon understood.
I think he was proud of me because he introduced me to everyone from the golf course club professional (Steve) to the assistant pro intern (Nick), the bag boys (Jay and John), some restaurant patrons, and even the bartender (John). It was hot out there readers, they needed a frosty cool one, and I sat at their feet enjoying the AC.
I want to thank Steve Elkington, the club pro at the Player’s Course at St. James Plantation, because he made a point to meet me, and he allowed Jeanne and me to play for free because we were there to help Gordon. All the staff that we encountered at St. James were so welcoming. Nice place!
Love, Lady
Lady's Got Game 7/10/11
Dear Diary,
I golfed my first full 18 holes today, and I was AWESOME. Never missed a shot. Course I never played one either, which helped my average.
It was hot, but we parked in shade, and I had a full water dish at my disposal at all times. Mostly I was content to stay stretched out in the cart and watch. I have my own cart seat cover so that I don’t scratch the plastic leather seats, or shed all over them. That kept me a bit cooler too.
I've played nine holes on several occasions, so I am familiar with etiquette things like tipping the bag boys and not laughing when someone shanks a ball through your cart or something. The other ladies in my foursome (Patsy and Jan) were quite impressed with my quiet and unobtrusive behavior. One time when I stepped out of the cart for a nature call, I got back into the wrong cart on accident. Patsy and Jan loved it, and they kept me with them for as long as I’d stay.
We’ll be playing more golf these days for a couple of reasons. First, my Aunt Janet is coming next week to play in the ladies member guest golf tournament with Jeanne. So she’s trying to find a game before then. Also, as I mentioned yesterday, my veteran Gordon plays lots of golf, so I want to have my manners honed for when I play with him. I want him to be proud of me. Love, Lady
7/10
Note from Aunt Janet
Hi there my Sister.....it sounds like Lady Gram has met her Prince Charming. As soon as I started reading her diary entry this morning I felt a tightness in my throat and the tears started to well up. You know it's kind of like reading a great love story and the part comes where you know what the heroine is going to do but the story gets you anyway. I can just imagine Lady singing Bette Midler's 'Wind Beneath My Wings' to you when you finally have to let her go.
I think of you when I hear that song....do you remember the lyrics?....did I ever tell you you're my hero.... Love you, Janet
Note from Janie Withers, President of Paws Ability
I am so touched with Jeanne’s stories of Lady. You should know that they are an important part of “training” potential foster moms and dads. She is so dedicated to her task, yet wears her heart so visibly when talking about how she will give up Lady. She will not be giving Lady away, but will be giving Lady a chance to have her very own family and make such a difference. I know Jeanne will take yet another foster after Lady at some point, and offer the same opportunity to another dog and to another veteran. Keep up the good work at Canine Angels! Janie
Note from Paulette Barrett
Hi, Rick and Jeanne, Please tell Lady and Gordon that I know they will turn out to be a good team. Good luck to them in the transition. Jeanne, I don't know how you do it, taking a sweet pup like Lady into your home and your heart, training her with love to become a wonderful service dog, and then letting her go, to someone who needs her. I'm sending you tons of admiration and a big hug. Paulette Barrett, a fan in Kent, NY
Dear Diary,
Jeanne and Rick and all the Angels took me to meet a veteran today, and I like him. And he likes me.
He’s a little older than I am, but dogs don’t care anything about age.
We have stuff in common. We both like golf. He likes to travel in his RV, and I love to ride in just about anything. He likes to talk, and I enjoy listening. He forgets his manners sometimes, and so do I (a minor oversight when he forgot to offer a lady a drink after our walk - of course he was trying to host two adults and eight Canine Angel dogs in his home – that’s 36 legs worth - so no wonder he was a bit out of sync). He has a nice house with a good back yard, and his living room couch is very comfortable (speaking of forgetting manners when I inched up on it). He said the media room couch is even better, but haven’t met that one yet. He has a confident sounding voice that relaxes me. Plus, he has grandchildren somewhere at the end of an RV trip, and I’ll like that.
I’m thinking we could be a team. Gordon is a Vietnam veteran. He is disabled as a result of Army service, but dogs don’t care about disabilities. His life could be enriched by the comfort, companionship and tasks a service dog can provide. And I think that dog could be me.
So, the Canine Angels team, including Gordon, Jeanne and Rick will work out a plan to “take things to the next level” as the boss says. Something about gradually transitioning, and seeing if everything works for everybody. I think that means we will all be playing golf soon.
And I heard that Gordon bought some mozzarella to have on hand when I come to visit during this transitioning stuff. Did I mention that he was pretty smart too?
Love, Lady
Kodak moments missed
Dear Diary,
We need an in-house photographer to catch some of the amazingly funny, amazingly joyful, amazingly cute happenings Bode and I are involved in around here.
Usually Jeanne is somewhere on the periphery, and she knows if she moves to get the camera, the moment will be gone. I’ll try to describe some of the sights you maybe would have enjoyed if we had captured them on film. Picture this:
When I do my bear hug imitation trying to climb up tree trunks to reach the squirrels; me tenderly licking Bode’s face all over like our mothers used to; me trying with all my might to levitate up to the sky and catch a bird; when I crouch down low and put my head and shoulders under Bode’s belly, then stand up and tip him over; Bode and me sleeping head to head, diagonally across the bed; sometimes when the light shines a liquid gold in my eyes; when Bode and I nap so close together that our feathering fur overlaps and the only way to tell us apart is the color of our collars; when I gallop through the ocean surf with wild abandon; when I tilt my head to the side with curiousity; or like now, when I rest my head companionably on Jeanne’s leg while she’s typing.
Even without some of these images as photos, I know I am indelibly imprinted in Jeanne’s heart, and Bode’s, and, well, I hope yours.
Love, Lady
Dear Diary,
A funny thing happened on our way through the laundry room. We passed the washer and dryer and a light went off (in Jeanne’s head). She thought back to the new Canine Angels home page pictures of Service Dogs removing clothes from the dryer. She decided “we” could do that taking-the-clothes-out-of-the-dryer thing.
And so the training began. Often our modus operandi is that Bode learns the task first, while I sit and watch. Then it’s my turn to copy cat him. This was no different. First thing he extracted from the dryer was several cubes of mozzarella. I’m drooling, “Send me in coach; send me in – I can do cheese!” But, no.
Cheese was quickly replaced with our favorite ball. “Bring ball Bode.” No sweat. He brings the ball, and we both get a modest treat (Milkbone Mini’s, five calories each). I should interject here that whenever either Bode or I do something good, we both get a reward. It’s a ‘team spirit’ sort of thing so that we always root for each other.
Next object in the dryer is a boring old clean dishtowel. Who wants it? Bode takes a stab at it first, but he turned around and fixed imploring eyes on Jeanne. Mum, are you sure you want this stupid rag? I’m with him. No interest in the dish towel.
I guess training is often about doing the things you don’t want to do – obligingly – not the stuff that comes easily. I’m told there will be a ‘formerly used’ dishtowel for tomorrow’s training session. Something that smells a little more interesting than clean.
Love, Lady
My dear dear Lady,
You don’t need practice to be miserable, so I do not dwell on that morning when Bode and I will wake up without you beside us.
I’ve been asked countless times, “How could you possibly give up Lady?”
The answer is: I don’t know.
You are my first foster dog, and your courage, intelligence and enthusiasm for learning have touched me to my core. I will forever be honored by the stunning ease with which you chose to trust me with your life – from Day One. So, I don’t know how I can give you up – but I know that I will, and I know that I will find comfort in helping you adjust to a new pack leader. I will work relentlessly to make your transition as seamless as possible.
On the right day, you will look away from me and move toward your adopting veteran – easily, willingly and happily.
When I turn over your Tupperware container of the mozzarella you love, your veteran will have been taught everything I know about you – where to scratch, when to reward, when a sharp correction is in order, how to Dremel your nails and comb those gorgeous locks. And he or she will have all manner of phone, cell, email contacts to use day or night when questions arise.
I find comfort in the fact that you will adjust to your new life much more quickly than I will adjust to life without you.
Love always, Jeanne
p.s. I write this now, not because you’re ready to leave us yet, but because when that time does come, Bode and I may not feel like writing.
Lady makes a fashion statement
Dear Diary,
Please don’t think I’ve gone highfalutin on you, but I have some fashion advice for you to consider. Tres chic it isn’t, but functional it is! It’s one of the best gifts I’ve ever given Jeanne. She uses it every day.
I’m talking about her fishing vest. Of course we wouldn’t know a lure from a reel in this pack, but the vest has allowed us to make even the hastiest exits from the house go smoothly. The vest is made mostly of mesh netting so it’s cool to wear in the hot weather. It has ten pockets, all of which have zippered or Velcro closures. Ten! That means there's a dedicated pocket for: my treats, Bode’s hypoallergenic treats, poop bags, house and car keys, cell phone, fetch ball, sun glasses, Kleenex, sun block, and various other items Bode and I might need. Everything is pre-stocked and replenished as necessary.
No longer are Bode and I waiting impatiently at the garage door while Jeanne interviews herself, “Do I have my phone? Enough poop bags? Etc. Etc. Etc.” When she takes that vest off the hook by the door, we are out of here in a flash.
Another plus: no more pants pockets ruined by being stuffed with greasy treats. No more searching for an outfit that has the most pockets before we can head to the beach.
I do admit that the vest may not impress the high fashionista’s. You might not want to wear it on a date, for example. It’s been called very ‘granola.’ But it wins the functionality factor, paws down!
Love, Lady
Lady strolls down Memory Lane
Dear Diary,
Dogs have a memory you know. Diane Sawyer even said so on CBS news. She interviewed a Border Collie named Chaser whose vocabulary numbered 1,000 words. (I wonder if he knows mozzarella?) Chaser’s owner and trainer is an astrophysicist. Jeanne is…well…not an astrophysicist. In fact she admitted to difficulty even spelling the word. You see where I’m going with this? I don’t know how many words I know. I can’t even count, so how would I tell? But I’m sure I have a good memory. Please join me for a short stroll down Memory Lane to prove it. Here are some highlights I recall and relish from the ten weeks I’ve spent with this pack.
Day 1 was sensory overload getting accustomed to indoor life after two years in an outdoor pen. I had never heard the washer and dryer spinning, microwave beeping, hairdryer screaming, telephone ringing. Day 4, I learned how to run beside the bike as Jeanne rode. Day 5 found me in the proverbial dog house after I snarled rudely at Bode when he tried to eat my breakfast.
The divine Miss Rayne, age almost 3, was introduced to me on Day 6. I love her wicked, even though she told me I have eye boogies. Bark Park visit, as well as my first fan mail, summed up Day 10. Huge lesson learned on Day 11 – THE LOOK. Avoid it at all costs. It’s not a pleasant sight.
I partied hearty on Day 16 when I attended my first dinner party. Cool. I met the beach on Day 18, and I was enthralled with my introduction to sand, salt water and ocean breezes.
Went to a ladies golf party on Day 24 to practice my ‘walking through a crowd’ skills. I was a big hit and they were very friendly to me. On Day 25 I talked about my foster brother Joe. He is way cool.
I met the golf links for my first nine holes on Day 31. Love the cart. Went boating on Day 33, and think I was born for this activity. The pact went on full alert on Day 39 as the AKC Good Citizen Test was scheduled. A few days later, Jeanne asks me to consider taking the Therapy Dog test in addition to the AKC one. I’m a Golden, we all know what I answered.
Day 45 finds me lean but not mean. I’ve lost 6.5 pounds since joining up with this pack. Can you believe all this time has elapsed and Day 47 is my first visit to Walmart? I marched directly to the cheese aisle and selected two pounds of mozzarella.
HUGE day for my pack was Day 50 when I proudly reported that we passed the AKC Good Citizen Test and the Therapy Dog International Test. We rested on our laurels for about eleven minutes and proceeded to phase two of my service dog training.
Since the first time I jumped into the Subaru and joined this pack, it has been one exhilarating ride! Dean Martin sings it swell: Sweet, sweet the memories you gave to me. Can’t beat, the memories you gave to me.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 59 – Lady’s under house arrest
Dear Diary,
It’s not what you think.
I did nothing wrong, but I am sporting a noticeable limp on my right front leg. I think I may have overdone the jumping in and out of the boat the other day. Now I am experiencing some joint pain.
So, I’m placed on limited duty while we give my leg a rest. No beach walks, no ball fetching, no running after squirrels, no jumping in or out of the Subaru. An occasional heating pad treatment feels good. The only exercise I’m getting is the walk to my food and water dishes. It’s fortunate that Jeanne knows my habits and behavior, so she noted my discomfort fairly quickly. Just like people, dogs have varying tolerances to pain. It’s often our instinct to suffer in silence – so as not to appear weak. Not me though. I look like Chester Dillon. I want the sympathy vote.
There’s lots of ways a dog can tell you that he’s in pain. It can be vocal, behavioral, postural, activity level, or appearance. Any change to your pup’s usual way of doing things could signify pain.
If my limp doesn’t disappear soon, I will be visiting Seaside Animal Care – just to be sure it’s nothing more serious. In the meantime, I’m watching DVDs.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 57 – Lady finds fun, fitness and a fan
Dear Diary, The Dog Days of Summer find me triple tasking. No rest for the weary around this pack. But, I found a way to beat the heat, have fun, and enhance my physical fitness. It’s swimming!
My happy sounds and splashes make Jeanne laugh. It’s such a blast that I snort in delight as I paddle about effortlessly with just my head above water. The rest of me is submerged in the clear, calm and lukewarm waters of the Atlantic. Sometimes I make huge splashes with my paws and try to bite the water.
And while I’m having fun, I’m also doing ‘non-weight-bearing exercise’ that strengthens most of my movement muscles. While my swimming is recreational at this age, it could be a very important ability to help lessen the aches and pains of aging some time down the road.
Just one word to the wise. If you swim in salt water, do not drink it. Even if you have a large bowl of fresh water on the boat, that ocean water can somehow get in your mouth. If you swallow, you might get a little queasy.Last best part about swimming is that you might get to sit at the bow of the boat afterward and speed along with the wind blowing your fur like a giant fan. Best hair dryer I’ve ever found.
What a lucky dog!
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 55 – Lady dines out
Dear Diary,
I was invited to a dinner party last night. About 100 people eating all manner of chicken, sausage and other good smelling stuff, none of which was made available to me.
It was fun because I got tons of compliments on my good behavior. Some of it was boring during the awards ceremony, but I stayed put on Jeanne’s Pilates mat for the entire evening. Jeanne did not have to stand for the awards ceremony, but I love her anyway.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 54 – Happy Father’s Day Dad
Dear Diary,
I don’t know my Dad. Don’t think I ever met him. Jeanne doesn’t know him either, since I am a rescued dog. She says though, that we should honor him today because he helped make me who I am. My cognac-colored eyes, the chinchilla soft fur on the top of my head, and my enviably lush coat of feathery blond hair. I guess I have him to thank, in part at least. Maybe he also gave me the joy I have in living, my innate intelligence, and my love of learning.
Jeanne says I have the heart of a lion, but I don’t think my Dad was a lion. Just another one of her expressions.
Anyway, in honor of Father’s Day, we spent yesterday celebrating like most father’s would love. We watched the U.S. Open Golf Tournament on TV, and then we cooked hot dogs on the grill. Man heaven, right? Happy Father’s Day Dad!
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 53 - Lady exploits human nature
Dear Diary,
I hesitate to confess this, and I hope you won’t think less of me, but I have been taking a little advantage of Jeanne’s human nature. Sometimes she stops thinking like a dog, and when given an inch – I’ve taken a mile.
The trick is for her never to give the inch, according to the boss – who we had to consult about some aggression I perpetrated on Bode at the beach – twice! Jeanne responded with sort of a Caspar Milquetoast correction that wouldn’t have impressed a mosquito.Easy trap to fall into. I’ve been such a good student that she's been lulled into giving me too much leeway this past week. So, when I lunged menacingly at Bode the second time, the correction was an innocuous "bad girl!" Granted, it stopped my behavior, but did nothing to dissuade me from future lunges.
Mr. Rick explained that the natural human tendency is to try to figure out the smallest and most "humane" correction to get the job done. This is a disservice to everyone, he said, because it leaves room in my mind for more aberrational behavior. He said, “Even when Lady went after Bode for the second time, your response was too meaningless to have imprinted not only that lunge's consequence, but that of all future lunge contemplations.”
It was an opportunity missed, because your heart looked for the "kind" path. Severity, when called for, is kind, because it makes the point. This is contrary to human language and understanding, and the very reason why dogs usually prevail in the end. Do not be lulled into gentle leadership by good behavior - it does not work, and it is not canine language. Dogs are the epitome of give an inch take a mile. Never give the inch."
"None of this has anything to do with love, of course. Love and discipline are separate camps. Love her to death, rule with and iron glove."
Love, Lady (inch-less, cheese-less, but living on love)
Journey to Service
Day 52 - Lady names an unsung hero
Dear Diary,
I’ve received lots of accolades recently for passing the AKC and TDI tests. People have emailed, written on the website, and telephoned me with congratulations. I even got a new boomerang toy and a box of yummy treats. All this attention is very flattering. But, amidst all the hoopla, I forgot to acknowledge one of my biggest supporters: my roommate Bode! I could not have progressed as quickly without his help. Bode is the epitome of generosity and compassion. From the moment I came through his front door, he has willingly shared his Mom’s attention, some of his space on the big bed (though he does insist on first pick), space and one open window when we ride in the Subaru, and free access to his box of toys and bones. About the only thing he won’t budge on is his food. In that case, what’s his is his!
Maybe most important to my success on this journey has been Bode’s stellar example. When Jeanne gives a command I don’t know, Bode is right there to translate it and show me what to do. And I then copy cat him. When she’s on the warpath, he lets me hide under the table with him. When she’s investigating who may have done a certain misdeed, he offers me the luxury that maybe it wasn’t me. When we go to the Vet, he comes too, just so I won’t be nervous. When the doorbell rings and we race to see who’s there, sometimes he lets me win the race.
Even when I’m being a pesky younger sister, he tolerates my antics patiently. You have to love this boy. I sure do.
Love, Lady
Dear Lady and Jeanne,
On behalf of all the Canine Angels, we congratulate you both for the
most inspiring and amazing effort you have put forth together. Lady,
the trip from yard dog to Therapy Dog in two months has to be a Guinness
record, for sure. You have truly blossomed into your name, with plenty
to spare. Jeanne, you have undertaken the "impossible", only to show
that there is no such thing. You have proved yourself to be a firm,
demanding, yet sensitive and loving canine communicator, and we are
proud to have you on our team as a trainer, a foster, and a moral
supporter. Your mutual success stands as the pinnacle of canine
miracles, and is still only the beginning. Yours is a story of faith,
hope, courage, and perseverance, and will serve to inspire both four and
two legged members of our program. Hats off to you!!!!!
All our love,
Ricky, Freddie, Ginger, King, Alfie, Leroy, Bailey, Abby, Layla, Beans
Journey to Service
Day 51 – Lady’s laurels
Dear Diary,
Raise your hand if you think I was allowed to rest on my laurels for even a day? NOT! My eyes were barely open this morning when I was briefed on our new training plan. Something about raising the bar?
Take it, bring it, leave it, heel off leash, gimme five. This list is endless, and our work is cut out for us. Truth is, Jeanne will make it fun, and I love the challenge of learning and seeing her enthusiasm when I get it right.I’ve decided to cut back my Daily Diary to a few times a week. I will be thinking of you all every day, but we’re going to focus hard on performance (mine) and patience (hers). I will keep you posted.
In the meantime, if you have any questions, concerns, or things you’d like my opinion about – please drop us a line.
Love, Lady (ahem, AKC CGC and TDI)
Journey to Service
Day 50 – Break out the mozzarella!
Dear Diary,
WE PASSED!
Thunderous sighs of relief from us all.
Saturday’s last task of the 15 tested was ‘Supervised Separation’ for three minutes. Jeanne left the building and paced around for the longest three minutes in history. When she returned, I was sitting exactly as she had left me. Pass! The evaluator walked to Jeanne and shook her hand, “Congratulations, you have a Therapy Dog.” Jeesh if she didn’t start crying. My tough Drill Sergeant in tears. Even the evaluator had tears in her eyes. She knew how much this meant to us. I could smell the emotion.
Lots of paperwork changed hands and then we were done. I got a nice CGC (Canine Good Citizen) patch, and a delicious dog cookie shaped like a blue ribbon. Jeanne would have liked to take a picture of it for you all, but I ate it too fast. I also was treated to a cheeseburger, no bun, on the way home.
My Journey to Service is far from over. I have lots more to learn, and I can’t wait. I love learning and being challenged. But just for this day, the pack will be ‘at ease.’
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Way early on Day 49 – Test Day
Dear Diary,
I hope my buds are enjoying a peaceful cup of coffee as you read on this auspicious occasion. There’s nothing remotely resembling peaceful around my pack this morning.
Jeanne is nearly apoplectic with nerves, but I’m told she can ‘cowgirl up’ with the best when we get to the test.
Bode is sulking mightily as he’s been advised that he will NOT be joining us for the trip to Wilmington. He’d be a great comfort to us both, but only handlers and contestants are allowed in the test facility, and it would be too hot for him to stay in the Subaru. For my part, I noticed a slight tension in the air starting yesterday. Thought I could offer some comic relief, so I retrieved a whole roll of toilet paper from the counter, tore it to shreds, and ate half of it. That didn’t elicit much of a laugh, but there was a prayer vigil that “this too shall pass” before test time.
The Subaru is packed and we are leaving an hour earlier than necessary. “Just in case,” Jeanne says. That must be why we have loaded up enough food, water, medical records, leashes and maps to support a cross-country trek. “Just in case.”
We expect to be finished by 1 p.m. and will report to you in tomorrow’s Lady Gram. Thank you for your support. I can sense your good thoughts for us.
Love, Lady
Dear Lady,
My name is Abbey Lane, I am a Golden girl and have been reading your wonderful daily journal. My Mom and I have met Jeanne and the Perfect one a few times, and he is Perfect! Tough competition, for sure. We live within the same plantation gates, perhaps someday we can meet too. Who knows, we might even be kissin' cousins!
We just wanted to wish you good luck on your tests tomorrow, we know that you will do your Golden best. We're very proud of all of your group, including the drill sergeant, you, and Bode too. What a wonderful way to give back to our veterans.
I am looking forward to reading the journal update and hearing what kind of cheese you'll be snacking on!
Wags and kisses,
Abbey Lane, AKC CGC, TDI
Dear Abbey Lane,
Thank you for your nice note. It made us all feel good. We forwarded it to our boss at Canine Angels to use on the website. Hope to meet you soon.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 48 - Lady loves the Canine Angels team
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is test day.
I will do the very best that I can, and I’m cautiously optimistic. But, if I don’t succeed tomorrow, I will on my next try. Regardless, this is a good time for me to tell you all something very important to me. Your encouragement, love and support have sustained me. I’ll be forever grateful for this chance to be all that I can be.For the entire Canine Angels team, I’m borrowing some words from Gladys Knight and her song “Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me”:
“I’ve had my share of life’s ups and downs
But fate’s been kind, the downs have been few
I guess you could say that I’ve been lucky
Well, I guess you could say that it’s all because of you
If anyone should ever write my life story
For whatever reason there might be
Ooo, you’ll be there between each line of pain and glory
Cause you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 47 – The girls go shopping
Dear Diary,
I made my first visit inside Wallyworld today. It was AWESOME! They have an entire aisle of cheese. Not only that, it’s at my nose level. Mozzarella heaven! But, I’m getting ahead of myself.
First, we were greeted at the magic automatic doors by a smiling octogenarian (I think that means someone with false teeth – not too sure.). She was sweet and wished me a good visit. She asked me if I was in training – which I thought a bit cheeky since I was executing a perfect ‘heel’ at the time. Jeanne guessed it was because the woman read “In Training” on my service vest. Fair enough then. Jeanne seemed a tad perturbed about the shopping cart. “Would it be too much to ask to just once get a cart where all four wheels turned, and in the same direction?” I surmised that this was another one of those rhetorical questions she’s famous for, so I kept quiet. Big deal, so we can’t sneak up on anyone. The noisy cart wasn’t a bother to me.
We proceeded down a main aisle and I got lots of smiles from passersby. I had on my purple vest, purple scarf, purple leash and purple collar. Way chic. I do believe I like to strut my stuff.
Since it was my very first chance to shop, we decided to keep it short. I was given a $10. expense account – a veritable fortune to this chain link fence girl. In the boring battery aisle we got some new ones for Bode’s electronic collar. Nothing caught my eye.
Then we headed straight to the cheese section. Without hesitation, I chose the two pound mozzarella block – the largest I saw. I know we are ‘cheese-less’ until the big test, but when that fridge door opens on “T” day, my reward will be inside. Win or lose, I know I’ll get the cheese.
Checkout counter came next. If I observed this correctly: we give the checkout lady our food, then she gives it back to us in bag that we eventually use to pick up dog poop. Something about recycling.
A small rectangular plastic card entered the mix briefly, but it’s nothing a lady need concern herself with. I know I have a $1.32 credit coming to me on our next Walmart outing.
T minus two my friends.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 46 – Lady SOARs
Dear Diary,
Today brought my socialization to a new level when I visited SOAR (Southport – Oak Island Animal Rescue) and met three shelter dogs who are looking for a forever home. Dogs and cats galore! But I reacted beautifully - sometimes aloof, sometimes interested, and always Lady-like. Jeanne was impressed. Task 9 (Reaction to another dog) – I’ve got your number!
I don’t know any of the cats’ names, but I got up close and personal with three shelter dogs who are learning things to help make them more adoptable. There was Homer, Dixie, and Pender from SOAR, plus part of the ever-growing cast of the Canine Angels team (Rick, Freddie, Ginger, King, Alfie and Bourbon).Homer has been incarcerated for five years and some say ‘unadoptable.’ I thought he was a brindle colored prince – well mannered, no aggression toward anyone, happy to be part of the pack. Dixie is a pit bull with shiny jet black fur. She is strong as an ox and boasts an exhuberant personality and lots of licks. Pender is a sweet-faced little black and tan mixer who is happy to stay on the edge of the pack, but who comes willingly when called. These pups have thrived with the individual and group therapy sessions provided by Canine Angels. Maybe one of these beauties is for you?
At supper time tonight we’re headed to Walmart to review Task 5 (Walking through a crowd.)
T minus three and counting!
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 45 – Lady’s lean so Jeanne’s serene
Dear Diary,
On top of all my training requirements, I’m often told I must maintain a girlish figure. It’s not a vanity issue. Us Golden girls just have to watch our weight.
When I arrived in this pack, I tipped the scale at a not-so-svelte 71 pounds. I didn’t have face folds (thank you Lord), but my waist was not obvious, and my ribs weren’t easily felt. BUT, we returned from the vet an hour ago, and I’m relieved to report that in almost eight weeks I’ve dropped 6.5 pounds! Smokin!
Keeping lean and fit can preclude heart and joint problems, help stave off diabetes and cancer, and keep my energy levels high (which we all know I need to keep up with this pack!) Jeanne advised me that Goldens are prone to hip problems, and being overweight would increase my odds of suffering those issues. Jeanne is slightly jealous of my success. She says if she had a personal trainer and dietician like mine, she could lose a few pounds too. But, we will not be posting her weight on the website.
Lest you think we forgot: T minus four and counting!
Love, Lady
Dearest Lady.... we have been following all of your stories about training with the 'Drill Sergeant' and are really impressed. We hope that you will do your very best, but whatever the outcome on your test this Saturday we want you to have a special treat. Tomorrow we will be mailing off a special package just for you and hope it will provide some relaxation while you continue on your quest to be the bestest service dog ever. We love you and all that you are striving to do...keep up the good work..
love Auntie Janet and Unkie Joe
Journey to Service
Day 44 – Lady’s becoming a social butterfly
Dear Diary,
I’ve been advised that reviewing and practicing Task 8 (Reaction to Another Dog) will be a big part of our training this week. That’s okay with me. Is it possible to get over socialized? Probably not.
Met two King Charles Spaniels on the beach at 6:15 a.m., but they ran round so fast and furiously, all their photos were a blur. Jeanne told me they were like whirling dervishes, but I’m not sure if I should say that? We said a polite hello and moved on. Abbreviated playgroup was at 8 a.m. in my yard. Justice came to visit and play some ball. His official breed is called Staffordshire Terrier, and Jeanne trained him – before she met me. She says not to call him a pit bull (even though he is one) because people get the wrong idea. Justice is a sweet and smart gentleman, and we had an easy visit.
In a couple of days I'm going to SOAR (Southport Oak Island Animal Rescue) where I will meet and greet lots of new pups. Quite an impressive social calendar, don’t you think?
Bode and I have the rest of today off as Jeanne is golfing. Thanks be to the Scottish for inventing golf so the weary can get some rest!
T minus five and counting!
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 43 – Count down to testing
Dear Diary,
Some pack leader who shall remain nameless might have entered manic mode. Test day is “T minus six” and counting. So, I think she was trying to rush me to success.
Books were flying off the shelves and slamming onto the floor like a Harry Potter movie – in an effort to test my reaction to distractions (Task 9). I can tell you that Julia Childs’ Menu Cookbook is a hardbound tome that weighs four pounds and could alarm a rock when it crashes onto the tile. But not me! Onward we pressed.
I’ve occasionally been unsettled around some dogs, and there could be up to 24 other dog candidates at my test. So, Jeanne loaded up our 3-pack and we sped to the local dog park to socialize. Not a soul was there. It was near 90 degrees, and that may have been the reason, but I smelled some frustration anyhow. We sped back for another try a few hours later, but no dice. Now I’m told there has been a play date arranged for tomorrow morning. Task 8 will not go away. In keeping with the semi-urgent static in the air, we combined Tasks 1 and 2 into Accepting a Friendly Stranger and Sitting Politely for Petting. Some of the folks at the Golf Pro Shop kindly helped with these tests. They were strangers yesterday but became my friends today.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 42 - A day in the life of a Golden
Dear Diary,
Thought you all might like a glimpse of what a tough life I have...
Journey to Service
Day 41 – Lady considers a new challenge
Dear Diary,
I thought we were simply enjoying a Memorial Day ceremony at the VFW. I wore my service vest proudly. Bagpipes, fire engine sirens, screechy microphones, applause, crowds, lots of pats from strangers – I wasn’t a bit shy with any of it.
But, I should have known that my pack leader doesn’t miss much, and she’s never really off duty. She noticed some of the more senior veterans we honored were using canes, walkers, some oxygen, and other medical aids.
A light apparently went off, and she talked the whole ride home about the Therapy Dogs International (TDI) test. TDI has some additional requirements on top of the AKC Canine Good Citizen test that could certify me as a member of their organization. Mostly they pertain to dogs being comfortable around medical equipment. I’m like, come on – I haven’t even mastered the AKC ten tasks yet.
It’s just five more tasks, Jeanne implored. I don’t know. Five more things on top of the ten AKC requirements? It’s all included in the same test, she whines, and would just take ten or so minutes longer. As I understand it, here’s what more she’s asking of me:
1. Reaction to Medical Equipment. I must walk around various medical equipment such as wheelchairs, walkers, canes and crutches to make sure I’m not nervous about it.
2. Leave It. I must walk, on loose leash, past a plate of food on the ground and ignore it when told to ‘leave it.’ Perfect boy had to step around a plate of bacon bits on his test! Jeanne admitted that even she was tempted by the bacon, but Bode did leave it. I’m starting to admire that guy. Maybe I’ll stop calling him perfect boy. (This task is important in case someone in my vicinity would drop medicine, medical waste, Kleenex – anything that might be hazardous to my health. We must be sure I’ll ‘leave it’ when it really matters.)
3. Acclimation to Infirmities. I would have to be confident when exposed to people walking with an uneven gait, shuffling, breathing heavily, coughing, sneezing and other distractions encountered in a medical facility.
4. Say Hello. No I’m not required to actually speak, and for that I am thankful. That’s probably next month. Say hello means I’m supposed to show willingness to visit a person and make myself accessible for petting.
5. Reaction to Children. They watch my reaction toward children playing, running or present in general at the test site. Any negative reaction on my part would result in automatic disqualification. No sign of aggression would be tolerated.
Truth be told, I’m fairly comfortable with most of these requirements. Avoiding the plate of bacon seems a bit of a tragedy, but we all know I love to please. So yes, I’ve agreed to try for the TDI certification, in addition to the AKC one.
What can I say – I’m a Golden.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 40 – You can’t blame a girl for trying
Dear Diary,
I’m forever being asked to bring something. “Bring dish (after I eat)….bring bone….bring ball.” If it ain’t one dang thing, it’s another.
I figured I could get a jump start on this requirement. With the big test coming up and all, I wanted to be proactive. SO, I’ve started bringing things before I am even asked to do so. How great is that?
First thing I chose to bring was Jeanne’s new sandal - lying listlessly on the closet floor. That was not a hit. Nor was the bathmat from outside the shower that I brought next. My worst idea, apparently, was the quilt off our bed. I prance out triumphantly with these items between my teeth, and I’m met with THE LOOK, followed by a loudly cleared throat. I get the picture. It’s like the magnet on our fridge says. “My name is No No Bad Dog; What’s Yours?”
Journey to Service
Day 39 – Lady’s pack is on full alert
Dear Diary,
After a holiday weekend of peaceful reflection, punctuated by fat hot dogs on grills, the proverbial party is over and the drill sergeant is back.
Reveille was at 0530 today, and we heeled (off leash) to the mailbox, picked up (and didn’t shy from) that noisy trash barrel on our way back, and ignored (upon stern command) a couple of squirrels thrashing about in the bushes.
The reason for our renewed basic training vigor is that ‘exciting news’ I talked about in my last diary on Day 35. One of us in this 3-pack is ‘wired up’ over the fact that my AKC Canine Good Citizenship Test has been scheduled. It’s just two weeks away.
I thought I had dodged a bullet when at first there weren’t any test evaluators near where I live. But no. Jeanne was on the computer and phone and refused to take no for an answer (even though she constantly expects me to do so). She eventually found a scheduled test nearby, so she’s packing up the pack and taking us to Wilmington on the morning of June 11.
On that date I will have lived in this pack for two months. ‘Perfect boy’ trained for six months before he took this test. And he hadn’t lived in a chain link pen for his first two years of life. What I’m getting at here is that there’s a chance I could fail.
I can smell that this milestone is important to Jeanne, and I will do my absolute best. Regardless of the result, she insists she’ll love me with all her heart. (One reason I know this is true: she still loved me yesterday when I rolled in dog poop, jumped up, and shook it onto her new golf outfit.)
All I know for now is that: day passes and leaves have been cancelled and my pack is on something like full alert.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 35 – In honor of all who serve
Dear Diary,
Memorial Day is an especially important holiday for my Canine Angels pack. Much of the time and effort we expend as volunteers and trainees is in honor of memory of the men and women who have served our country. And, I am working hard so that I will be ready to serve in my own way.
This Memorial Day is special to me because it’s the first one on which I’ve known a decorated veteran from World War II. I am honored to introduce my friend, Bob Bradicich, who served as a Rifleman with the 28th Infantry Division in Europe from 1943 to 1945. Jeanne told me he was 19 when his combat team landed at Omaha Beach. They fought their way through France and across the Siegfried Line into Germany and the Battle of the Bulge. Bob brought home from Europe the Bronze Star Medal and Purple Heart he was awarded. He also brought memories of the horrors of war that haunted him for years afterward.
Bob’s wartime experiences have remained a prominent part of his life, and he authored a book entitled “World War II As I Lived It.” (I would never even think of chewing the cover.) He calls himself one of the lucky ones, to have survived the hellish war, and to return home to marry, raise a family, and have a successful civilian career. At age 85, he plays golf occasionally and bowls in two local leagues. He also attends an annual reunion with members of his WWII regiment, which has ever-dwindling numbers each year.
So, on this solemn holiday weekend, I will be thinking of Bob, as well as of the countless others whose selfless service ensures our freedom.
And next Memorial Day, I hope that I and some of the other foster dogs are in your thoughts as we serve our adopting veterans.
Love, Lady
p.s. Lady Grams will resume on Tuesday, May 31, when I’m hoping to have some exciting news to share with you all. Lady
Journey to Service
Day 34 – When I am old and gray…
Dear Diary,
I have met a wide variety of fellow canines since I joined this pack. Some took a little getting used to. Some I liked right away. Some I just choose to treat with indifference.
There are a few though, who I admire with all my heart. They have courage, strength, and ‘grace under fire.’ I smell it. Let me tell you about just two of them.
First is my friend Ginger. She’s a vivacious almost 11-year-old chocolate lab. She’s got a contagious wiggle and snuggles up to you so endearingly. This is despite the fact that severe arthritis is robbing her of the ability to flush out squirrels, birds and such that tempt her. Entering and exiting the car, and even a set of stairs pose daily challenges.
I bet she’s not met too many people she didn’t accept and like without question. We all know that some drugs prescribed for arthritis pain can adversely affect our liver and other ill effects. So, Ginger was recently introduced to acupuncture in an effort to alleviate the pain. See pictures of her experience on this website’s DON’T MISS THIS page. The jury is still out on whether Ginger will feel relief, but we are all hopeful. And, she goes with the flow regardless. She is WAY cool. Another of my friends has diabetes. She’s a foxy black and white Springer Spaniel named Belle, age 13. Complications from her diabetes left Belle blind, but she endured a lens replacement in her right eye (for distance) and cataract removal in the left (so she could read). This surgery was a godsend, because Belle is also deaf, and a dog that can neither hear nor see would have been easy prey.
The years have also affected her legs. Belle's right hip joint was disconnected surgically because of hip displasia, and her left hip joint crater just disappeared over time. If that wasn’t enough, her front leg has six pins in it due to a long ago boating accident. Despite a daily regimen of insulin and other medications, Belle retains her sweet and gentle nature. She loves everyone – people and animals alike. A real southern Belle she is. She’s the kind of girlfriend you’d throw your toy chest wide open to. It’s an honor to know Ginger and Belle. And I am comforted because Jeanne tells me my adopting veteran will be screened to ensure he or she will care for me with the same love and attention… when I am old and gray.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 33 – Lucky Lady
Dear Diary,
Words can’t describe my ecstasy. From the moment I stepped off the dock and onto the deck of the Century speed boat, I was in heaven. This boat goes much faster than a golf cart, and you can stand on the bow with the wind blowing your ears – like Kate Winslet in Titanic.
And when you go slowly, you can be tempted by an amazing variety of water fowl - all of which fascinated me. Another delight is that you can periodically cut the engine, set the anchor, and jump out for a swim. (Please note my new nautical vocabulary.) Many of you may recall that I’ve never ventured into the water on my daily beach walks. But on this day, I was fearless.
Jeanne suggested we could just let the pictures tell the story. I know I am a very lucky girl to have all these learning opportunities, and I will be forever grateful. Please enjoy the pictures. Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 32 – Lady checks her training chart
Dear Diary,
I just consulted the training chart on our fridge. Hard to believe it, but I’ve been introduced to all ten of the AKC Canine Good Citizen test requirements. I haven’t mastered all of them, but I will.
The final one, Task 10, is called Supervised Separation. I’m supposed to tolerate being left with a trusted person and maintain my training and good manners.
The evaluator says something like, “Would you like me to watch your dog?” and then takes my leash. Jeanne goes out of sight for three minutes. I don’t have to stay in position but I can’t bark, whine or pace, or show anything stronger than mild agitation or nervousness.
First, I’ll need a watch, then I need to know how to tell time. Three minutes doesn’t seem very long, unless you’re hanging by your fingernails or something. Why does Jeanne have to go away and where exactly will she be – out of smell range? I hope not. Will the person I’m entrusted to have cheese? Will they know how to massage my ears the way I like? Will they talk to me? This could be unsettling, but I suppose we’ll approach it like everything else. Practice, practice, practice. I sure hope the trusted person practices too.
Love, Lady
Dear Lady, if I already didn't try to play golf, I think I would like to try after reading about your day on the links. I think it was my favorite. Thank you for sharing your diary; I look forward to reading it every day.
Love, your Foster Auntie, Janet
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Day 31 – Lady Likes the Links
Dear Diary,
I played my first nine holes this afternoon with Jeanne. I hope it is the first of many. I love golf – especially riding in the cart!
We checked in at the Pro Shop where I met lots of new people, smelled a bunch of merchandise, and then proceeded to the bag drop. I willingly climbed onto the cart seat - riding shotgun while Jeanne drove. I’ve grown accustomed to her driving style and now know to brace myself when she says, “Hold on.”
As I understood the rules, all I had to do was stay off the greens and out of the sand traps, and remain in the cart when so instructed. Oh yes, also I was not allowed to snort or snicker if Jeanne hit a poor shot. 
Since I’m new to the game, I wouldn’t know a good shot from bad, but I can read body language very accurately. Suffice to say, there were some discontent during the nine holes, but I just looked the other way. Also, golf lingo is new to me. I had trouble figuring out if Jeanne was talking to me or her ball when she commanded, “Sit.” Since I was prone on the cart seat at the time, I assumed that the ball was the culprit. Possibly could have heard a golf word that rhymes with sit, but since it was under her breath, no penalty was assessed.
While it may seem that the pack was playing hooky for this afternoon on the links, I was simultaneously tested on most of the ten AKC CGC tasks – without even knowing it. Hardest of all was ignoring the many birds, squirrels and turtles who crossed our path during the round.
If my adopting service member is a golfer or would like to be, I’ll be ready.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 30 - Reactions to Distractions
Dear Diary,
To pass Task 9, I’m supposed to be confident at all times when faced with common distracting situations, such as the dropping of a large book or a jogger running in front of me.
I’m allowed to be interested, curious and even can appear slightly startled, but I can’t panic, try to run away, show aggressiveness, or bark.
I'm told that when ‘perfect boy’ took the test, the evaluator stood behind his back and dropped two stainless steel bowls onto the concrete from her shoulder height. Bode’s only reaction was to turn his head with a bored expression. Well, so maybe I’ve got some work to do on this task.
As you might have guessed, we’re headed to Walmart now to buy some stainless steel bowls. I hope I can get some earplugs too.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 29 – Lady and Lightning
Dear Diary,
The last I heard, we planned to spend 30 minutes or so reviewing Tasks 1 through 8 on the AKC CGC test. We headed out the front door but were soon met with black skies, heavy rain, thunder and lightning.
Figured I was off the hook. But no! Jeanne had a Plan B. We retreated to the screen porch to be sure I was comfortable in a loud storm. Now, it wasn’t my favorite environment, but all I did was sit by the door to the kitchen and wait patiently for Jeanne to regain her senses. I’d give myself a high B grade for tolerating the storm. On the other hand - I saw Jeanne flinch every time lightning struck. I’m thinking we pencil in a C minus for her, and give us both a cheese cube. Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 28 – Behaving like a Lady
Task 8. Reaction to Another Dog
This test demonstrates that I can behave politely around other dogs. Two handlers and their dogs approach each other from a distance of about 10 yards, stop, shake hands and exchange pleasantries, and continue on for about 5 yards. The dogs should show no more than a casual interest in each other.
Frankly, this is one of my biggest improvements since joining this pack. Four weeks ago, I would freak out when encountering other dogs – jumping, squealing, pulling hard at my leash, barking. Not a pretty sight. I was scared, and was also scary to the other dog owners. But now I’ve met so many new dogs that I can’t even count them all, and I have this task knocked! Even Jeanne thinks so. Most of the time I’m now indifferent to new dogs, and Jeanne says that’s perfect! More cheese please.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 27 – It seems so simple…
Task 7. Coming When Called
I’ve heard that this is THE most sought-after dog behavior. I’d like to have a dollar for every time a dog owner has lamented to Jeanne “if only he/she would come when I call.” We’d collect a bundle and give it all to Canine Angels.
Task 7 seems simple enough. It demonstrates that I will come when called. Jeanne walks 10 feet from me, turns to face me, and calls me. She may use encouragement to get me to come. We decided to start small with me on leash, and Jeanne goes to the end of the leash - about five feet away. She calls me enthusiastically and tugs on the leash. When I get to her, there’s lots of praise. Then we repeat, repeat, repeat. Bode sometimes participates in these sessions, but I can tell he’s only in it for the cheese.
Jeanne was initially feeling smug when I would return to her on command while off leash at the beach. What she forgot was that I was returning because I wanted to. The real test is for me to return when I don’t want to – like when there is a bird, bunny or squirrel to chase.
So, we still need the leash, and the cheese, and the encouragement, and the practice, practice, practice. It may seem simple, but it's hard work!
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 26 – Lady gets down
Task 6 is Sit and Down on Command. Staying in Place.
This test demonstrates that I’ve had training, will respond to Jeanne’s command to sit and down, and will remain in the place she tells me (sit or down position, whichever she prefers).
Jeanne is allowed a reasonable amount of time, and may use more than one command to make me sit and then down. When instructed by the evaluator, Jeanne will have to tell me to stay and then she walks forward the length of a 20-foot line. I must remain in place, but may change position.Now I’m not one to brag, but I’ve practiced this a lot, and I would pencil in a grade of B+ for this task on this week’s report card. A few times a distraction caused me to leave my assigned place, but Jeanne took me back and we tried again. Voila! It worked. I’ve still got a few days to earn an A grade.
One thing she’s been reminding me is that when we do feel ready to take the AKC CGC test, we are not allowed to use treats at all. No treats to entice and no treats to reward behavior – no matter how spectacular I am.
I say you don’t need practice to be miserable, so why bother withholding treats until it is absolutely necessary? So far, Jeanne’s in agreement, but I don’t know for how long. Here’s hoping we don’t get ‘cheese-less’ any time soon.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 25 – Lady introduces her ‘foster brother’ Joe
Dear Diary,
I want to use this space today to introduce my ‘foster brother’ Joe, also known as USAF Major Joe Maxon. I haven’t actually met him myself because he is deployed to the Persian Gulf, and apparently the Subaru can’t drive us there.
I’ve seen his picture on Jeanne’s bureau, and I’ve heard lots of stories about Joe. I even got to smell the beautiful big green plant he sent to us on Mother’s Day. Joe would love to have a dog, but his military career sends him away from home too much, often with very little notice. So, he was especially interested when Jeanne volunteered to foster me and train me for a veteran in need. So interested, in fact, that Joe donated $1,000 to Canine Angels to help provide for my care and feeding, as well as support for other foster dogs like me who will go on to serve someone who so honorably served our nation.
I love Joe because Jeanne does, and also because I can smell a caring and compassionate being a zillion miles away. Thank you Joe.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 24 – Lady balks at the walk
Task 5 is Walking Through a Crowd.
This test demonstrates that I can move about politely in pedestrian traffic and am under control in public places. Jeanne and I are supposed to walk around and pass close to several people (at least three). I may show some interest in the strangers, without appearing overly exuberant, shy, or resentful. Jeanne may talk to me and encourage or praise me throughout the test. I should not be straining at the leash.
But, I don’t know if I’m ready. I don’t want to put that Service Dog (In Training) vest on and go to a mall or public event until I’m really sure I won’t get overwhelmed. I would hate to give anyone a poor impression of me, of Jeanne or of service dogs. But it sure is a fine looking vest. Jeanne tells me we’ll start slowly with this task. She asks me to attend a meeting of about 50 women golfers with her. This does not sound slow to me. Jeanne says the ladies will be so busy chatting, eating and receiving awards that we can sneak in under the radar and have some invaluable practice in crowds – with less stress than a mall.
Turns out we had fun. I didn’t escape notice by any means, but the ladies were so encouraging and full of compliments and asking before patting me. I behaved so well that it made Jeanne’s eyes wet. Go figure?
I don’t want you to think it was easy though. All the noise and milling about was a little tough to endure at first. And when they applauded the tournament winners, I was startled. But I never growled, never cowered, never barked. My tail tucked itself a little, but every time I was asked to ‘say hello’ to someone, I faced them politely and accepted pats on the head calmly. I collapsed with exhaustion when we got home.
Please look for our progress on this task later in the diaries. When we graduate to mall visits, we’ll show you some video of our accomplishments. Bode is practicing his videography technique and hopes to be ready for the mall when we are.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 23 – Lady relinquishes the lead
Dear Diary,
AKC CGC Task 4. Walking on a Loose Leash. This test demonstrates that Jeanne is in control of me. I can be on either side of her. There must be a left turn, a right turn, and an about turn, with at least one stop in between and another at the end. I need not be perfectly aligned with Jeanne and need not sit when Jeanne stops.
On any given day, my performance of this task ranges from flawless to failing. So, we practice, practice, practice. This is a skill my service member and I will use until forever.
Love, Lady
Journey to ServiceDay 22 – Lady takes a time out
Dear Diary,
Help! I’m in ‘time out’ with no computer access. I am hopeful Jeanne will cool off soon and I’ll be back to blogging tomorrow.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 21 – What a girl won’t do for a cheese cube
Dear Diary,
In addition to daily reminders on Tasks 1 and 2 of the AKC CGC, we’ve now moved ahead to Task 3, Appearance and Grooming.
This practical test demonstrates that I will welcome being groomed and examined, and will permit a stranger, such as a veterinarian, groomer, or friend of Jeanne’s, to do so. It also demonstrates Jeanne’s care, concern, and sense of responsibility. The evaluator inspects the dog, then combs or brushes the dog, and lightly examines the ears and each front foot.
Can’t honestly say that I ‘welcome’ being groomed, but what I DO welcome is the cheese cube rewards I get for tolerating Beauty Parlor sessions, as Jeanne calls them. She tries to make them fun, with lots of chatter (what else is new). She demonstrates the task on Bode while I watch, then it’s my turn. The outdoor pen girl now endures twice weekly spa sessions with MalAcetic Otic ear cleanser and cotton balls, Dremel nail filer, enzymatic toothpaste, and all manner of grooming brushes. And in the end, there’s mozzarella!
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 20:
Sitting Politely For Petting
Dear Diary,
Lots of the AKC Canine Good Citizen (CGC) test requirements call for strangers. Strangers to pat you, greet you, brush you, examine your ears, check your teeth, etc. We ran out of strangers on our street because Jeanne was possessed with introducing me to everyone around here in the early days of my arrival.
First, she wanted them to know who I was in case I got lost and couldn’t find my way to my new home. She also wanted to begin socializing me. And she wanted people to know about Canine Angels.
So, we’ve had to expand our operation to nearby streets, so we can find strangers and practice to meet the test requirements. Second on our list of tasks to master: Task 2: Sitting Politely for Petting.
This test demonstrates that I will allow a friendly stranger to touch me while I’m out and about with Jeanne. I must sit at Jeanne’s side as the evaluator approaches and begins to pet me on the head and body only. I’m allowed to stand in place to accept petting. I can’t show shyness or resentment. Frankly, I suspect I could pass this right now, but Jeanne insists on perfection. And, admittedly, I can be a little hesitant when first approached by people I haven’t smelled before. I’m a hundred times more comfortable than I was two weeks ago, but not YET what we’d call laid back. More work and more strangers coming up.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 19: Accepting a friendly stranger
Dear Diary,
The Drill Sergeant says enough with the dinner parties, recipes and beach walks. It’s time to implement Phase II of my training plan. She’s got charts on the fridge. She tells me what she’s going to tell me. Then she tells me it. Then she tells me what she told me. Talk about military precision. I expect her to start singing Jody calls next!
Our goal in Phase II is to master all ten tasks required to pass the AKC Good Citizen Test. Whew! I’m thinking this is like the equivalent of Eagle Scout? Jeanne thinks it will keep us focused on learning new things.Passing the final AKC test is a long-term goal, and Jeanne says the going might get tough, but we can make it. When I am ready for it, the Good Citizen Test will be administered by an AKC-certified evaluator, and I will have to wear a plain buckle collar, no training collars allowed. Some of the requirements will be especially challenging for me because I was not socialized as a puppy. Bring ‘em on; I love to learn!
First task on the AKC list: Accepting a friendly stranger. According to the chart on our fridge: This test demonstrates that I will allow a friendly stranger to approach me and speak to Jeanne in a natural everyday situation. The evaluator and Jeanne shake hands and exchange pleasantries. I must show no sign of resentment or shyness, and must not break position or try to go to the evaluator.
Bode passed the AKC test a year ago, but Jeanne says he needs a ‘tune up,’ so we can all practice together. I’ll keep you posted.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 18: Enthralled by the Beach
Dear Diary,
Today I met THE BEACH for the first time. I am enthralled! From the time my paws hit the cool moist sand to the time we showered off that sand – I was so busy smelling, feeling, hearing the sights and sounds that I forgot to be aggressive in any way shape or form to the new people and dogs I met. It was such a relief not to exhibit any signs of fear aggression - especially since you may have noticed that today is report card day for week three. I felt a bad grade coming on in this category because, truth be told, Jeanne can sometimes expect miracles in a very short time span. I’m teaching her patience, and right now she would NOT merit an “A” grade, if you know what I mean. But we’re working on it.
Back to the beach. We met two special people on our walk, Ronna and her Norwegian Elkhound named Tess. They know dogs and they approached me just the way I like it. Slow, confident, and soothing. I could tell Jeanne was thrilled with my calm and quiet response. I will fess up that I found even the tiniest waves disconcerting and I never did get my toes wet. It was especially annoying that flocks of tiny sandpiper birds were skittering around in that water and I dared not reach them. Bode consoled me by advising that you never can catch them anyhow.
Life is good. Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 17/Rachel Ray: Eat Your Heart Out!
Dear Diary,
As I understand it, I am the only one in this house who has ever been asked for a recipe. People and pets have come to our door to greet the ‘new kid’ and they have been rewarded with healthy homemade treats that also taste really good. Then they ask us for the recipe.
We are not usually known for our culinary prowess, so my pack is happy to provide our recipe. It’s hypoallergenic as my foster brother Bode has food allergies, but it’s still great.
From me to all of you – here’s my Easy Dog Biscuit Recipe. I found it on the internet and adjusted it to my specifications. All ingredients are available at Walmart.
Lady’s Peanut Butter Cookies
2 cups peanut butter, creamy or crunchy - the kind with no soy (gluten)
1 cup milk (substitute lactose free milk or water if desired)
2+ cups instant potato flakes - 100% real potatoes with no other ingredients
Cream the milk and peanut butter together and then mix in the potato flakes.
Keep adding the potatoes until it forms an easy to work dough. Drop the 'cookies' onto a baking sheet that hasn't been greased. (Small end of melon ball tool works well to form a good size cookie.)
Bake at 375 for twenty minutes. Remove from baking sheet and cool on a wire rack.
Store in fridge.
Serve them often (Lady says). Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 16/ Lady Parties Hearty
Dear Diary,
I attended my first people party last night. Hey, look at me (I thought), an outdoor dog lying under a dining room table, while people sat, ate, drank, and laughed. I hope I can learn how to laugh - it seems like fun. None of the partying people, except Jeanne, lived with dogs. I could tell that from the first whiff. But Jeanne had already briefed them on how to greet ‘the new dog.’ I tried a feeble bark or two, but got THE LOOK and desisted.
Bode advised me that we should station ourselves underneath the table during dinner, to see what morsels might drop on the floor. No food landed, but there were lots of interesting smells. I was hoping someone would slip off an uncomfy shoe for me to chew, but no luck there either. When we went to the living room, I stayed close to Jeanne. I know she was happy to have me near, but she was also wishing that I was comfortable enough to ‘work the room’ like Bode. ‘Perfect boy’ schmoozes like a politician, leaning into people and getting adored. I’m going to be my own version of that one day.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service/ Uh Oh - Company's Coming!
Day 15
Dear Diary,
Today I learned about rhetorical questions. Apparently they don’t require an answer, but I had one anyway.
Jeanne asked, “Do you know how frustrating it is to try and mop the floor with YOU following my every step?” Inside my head, I responded: “No, I don’t! First, I’m a dog; that’s what we do. Second, my previous residence (the chain link pen) was cleaned with a pressure hose. I’d never even heard of a Swiffer.” One of the worst pieces of news I’ve heard since arriving here is: “we’re having company and we have to clean up.” Not casting any aspersions, BUT I’ve lived in this pack for two weeks and this is the first time I’ve met the vacuum cleaner. I didn’t mind it one bit, but I am afraid of the feather duster.
Jeanne is making a sign to put on the basket of lint rollers we keep by the front door. Three blondes live here, just deal with the hair. Also, we agreed to work hard on the ‘down, stay’ command in case another cleaning day rolls around soon. It also has many other vital uses, I’m told.
Love, Lady
Letters to Lady:
One message from Lady Grams reminded me of my chidhood. Our airedale Clipper was not allowed in the kitchen nor dining room. He would never cross the threshold, just lie there looking in - one of my mother's dictates, concerning hygiene and food, in the nineteen thirties!
Renee
Dear Lady,
You are such a cool dog, that we really think you are a cat! We especially loved your trying to drink out of the BIG water bowl, it is also one of our favorites!! We understand you wanted to teach "The Perfect One" a lesson, but we think you can just learn better and quicker and outshine him - and never appear to care (that's the trick!!!).
One thing about books: try sitting on them (and on newspapers) instead of eating them - that's a whole lot of fun, too. And we'll tell you a secret about the Boss: all he wants is for you to listen and learn so you'll be safe and keep your soldier safe. Remember - this is all about helping our soldiers, right?!?!?!?! Then he will give you more love than you can imagine! Just remember, he is THE BOSS at all times, and so is Jeanne!! That's one of the big diffs between you dogs and us cats: we only let our Boss think she's the Boss!! Shhh, don't tell. Meanwhile, learn well, stay sweet and good and make us all proud!
Love, Moby, Jacob and Onyx Fitzgerald
Journey to Service/ Eating Like A Lady
Day 14
Dear Diary,
Fourteen days have passed, and I got my two week report card today.
Most important to the pack, I now will eat beside Bode without objection – even under the most trying circumstances. Jeanne switches our dishes in mid-stream, moves where we eat from one part of the room to another, changes the order in which we are fed, has us eat out of the same dish, and makes us ‘wait’ with the full dish on the floor in front of us.
I’m a little disappointed that Jeanne still stays in the room while we eat – just in case, she says. It takes awhile to restore trust. Next week we plan to work on having me ‘bring dish’ to Jeanne when I have finished eating. Then I’ll be rewarded with a piece of cheese – THE premier treat around here.
Also, I raised my grade on nail filing with the Dremel from a D up to a B-. Jeanne says that’s huge!
In addition to reinforcing all that I learn each day, next week will find us concentrating on ‘sit, down and stay’ – no easy feat!
Love, Lady
Lady Grams, Day 13
Dear Diary,
Learning task of the day: "Out of the kitchen."
There’s a line on the kitchen tile that dogs cannot cross when meals are being prepared. I’m told it is a safety issue so that no one trips over me with a hot TV dinner in her hands.
Bode infringes on the line a bit, and I stand behind him. I am requiring many reminders because I’d like to be closer to the action, in case some morsel falls to the floor. I’ve tried paws up on the counter, but that gets me THE LOOK, big time.
Love, Lady
Lady Grams, Day 12
Dear Diary,
The Drill Sergeant’s golf match got rained out after 9 holes, so my planned extended snooze for the afternoon was not to be.
She decided we could do Media Day, so we watched TV and videos. I’m confused about hearing dogs bark from the big box, yet I can’t smell them or reach them – despite licking the TV screen excitedly.
We also listened to some Opera, but I seriously prefer Eric Clapton. The book portion of Media Day was more to my liking. In fact, I found one book Jeanne was reading absolutely irresistible. She left the room for more popcorn and when she returned, part of the cover of her paperback was chewed off. I hoped she might consider that it wasn’t me, but lord knows ‘perfect boy’ (as I secretly refer to Bode) wouldn’t have committed such a crime. Of course it was a borrowed book, and there was grumbling about an Amazon.com replacement being required. Again, glad I’m a dog – with no Amazon account. Then it was suppertime. Jeanne’s suppertime that is. My polite vocabulary word for this experience is: sadist. She sat on the floor with her supper plate at the most exquisitely tempting level. Just below (my) nose high. Tenderloin tips and broccoli and sweet potatoes. Instant drool. (Well, not for the veggies.) But all I heard was ‘leave it.’ Many, many, many times. I hoped against hope that I might eventually hear ‘take it,’ but no way. Seemed to take her years to finish that plate of food, but I resisted it.
Then finally it was my suppertime. Phew!
Love, Lady
Lady
Grams, Day 11
Dear
Diary,
Today I got THE LOOK. I got it; and can’t say I like it. Jeanne gives it, and you don’t want it
aimed at you. It means, from her
eyes to yours, something to the effect that:
you-will-be-in-huge-trouble-if-you-don’t-do-what-you-know-I-want-you-to-do-NOW. Sorta like sign language with your
eyes.
Learn a zillion things every
day around here.6:30 a.m. found us on a ‘sit, stay’ at the end of our
driveway, waiting for the monstrously loud behemoth of a truck used for weekly
trash pickup. Last week its arrival
surprised me, and I was so frightened that I tried to run under the hedge. Now,
I am a pro. Down our road it roared
this morning, air brakes hissing at each trash can. Quietly I sat and watched their
work. No barking, no hiding,
nothing but mild interest. The man
riding at the back of the truck yelled at me that I’m a pretty dog!
Catcher (2 year old retriever who lives next door) and I
had a morning get-together to work on resolving our mutual aggression. Meet and greet went well, consisting
mainly of civilized sniffing, and a short walk with me on leash. Neither of us showed one
sign of fear or loathing. I really
do hope we can be friends because Catcher is missing out on all the trips and
adventures we take in my pack.
Besides which, Catcher likes to play and chase the ball, and Bode is a
fuddy duddy when it comes to playing.
Last on our morning agenda, we had a nice visit from
Patrick, 10, and James, 9, who are visiting their grandmother on our
street. They rode over to my house
on their bikes and agreed to help ‘socialize me.’ I’m surprised they knew what that meant,
but they have a boxer named Dempsey, so they are familiar with dogs. They are very nice boys, and I was not
uneasy with them. They talked so
much that I had to lay down and take a nap. Love, Lady
Letters to Lady and Jeanne, from viewer Francine Bunk, Stamford, CT
Dear Lady,
I am so proud of you that you have decided to join the program to become a service dog. You are amazing! You have made so much progress in just one week. I so look forward to reading your daily update as you proceed through your journey. It takes great courage to leave your family and live with a trainer and a dog that you did not know--and yet, you have made so much progress in such a short time!! You are not only pretty, but also intelligent, eager to learn, and obedient. You will make an amazing service dog. Please continue to post your daily entries, as I will follow your journey, and look forward to the day you are placed with a veteran. I know you will live up to your name, as you certainly are a Lady.
Best wishes in your journey - keep up the good work!!
Dear Jeanne,
I admire you - you are selfless, kind, and understanding. It takes all of those qualities to foster a service dog. You are obviously stronger than I, who could not foster a service dog and give her up. You are clearly exceptional at providing training, guidance, and loving, all the while knowing that in the end you will have to give Lady to a veteran who needs her help and support. I commend you for your efforts and personal strength, having Lady in your home, loving and training her, and then being able to send her on to her lofty purpose . What you , and others like you are doing, is the ultimate display of charity and human kindness.
All my best to you, Lady, and Bode on your journey! Francine Bunk
Lady Grams, Day 10
Dear Diary,
Today’s challenge was the Bark Park. I have been having ‘issues’ with dog aggression, so Jeanne thought we should do some exercises to get past it. Bode and I ‘loaded up’ into the Subaru and off we sped with all manner of leashes, collars, balls, and treats at the ready.
We arrived at the park, and it was crowded with people and dogs. Jeanne drove right past – wondering if maybe this was more than I could tolerate. But we all cowboy’d up and decided to try. Jeanne and Bode entered the big dog enclosure first and greeted everyone. She asked if they minded if she brought in a ‘potentially dog aggressive’ Golden, on leash and under her control. Another lady suggested that she bring me into the small dog section first, since it was empty at the time. That worked out very well. I got the lay of the land, and could also see, smell and hear the big boys in the adjacent section. Once I was calmed, we moved into the large dog section. Everybody was understanding and helpful, and appropriately cautious. I learned a lot. I didn’t bark, growl or lunge, even though five new dogs approached me. But truth be told, I did hide behind Jeanne most of the time.
I was great at schmoozing with the humans. Guess I’ve learned that from Bode, who thinks he is a human.
I’ve heard we will make repeat visits to the Bark Park, so that I can be ready for whatever situations I might face.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day 9
Dear Diary,
When I am placed with my adopting service-member, we will have at least one huge experience in common. We’ve both been to boot camp. Mine might not be on a military installation, but have no doubt. I have a Drill Sergeant (Jeanne), and the training is rigorous and challenging and exhausting.
Just like barracks life, there’s no privacy for anyone in my pack; we all bunk together. You eat what and when you are told - and it’d better be eaten with gusto. If you come up for air – the food is gone. Either Bode has eaten mine or Jeanne has removed it because (she accuses) I was grazing. Good manners and learning to get along with others are critical parts of the training in both versions of boot camp. Sometimes it seems you get enough orders in one day to last a lifetime. Trainees dress alike – my uniform is plain collar, plain leash - so there’s no fashion contest. But I am told that once I master sufficient skills, I will be awarded a special vest to wear in public and to identify the vital job entrusted to me.
Today I learned a command that is popular with service members as well as with service dogs. It’s my personal favorite, and it is called “At Ease.”
Love, Lady
Day 8
Dear Diary,
It’s been a whole week and I could just hug myself with enthusiasm for all that I’ve learned! Living inside – in a house and home, and the myriad smells, sights, and sounds that go with it. And, I’ve met at least ten dogs and 30 or so people – easily double what I had met in the past two years. Today I even joined the Kayak Club. And I was applauded royally for my restraint in not jumping into the water and following the paddlers down the Waccamaw River. Believe me when I tell you how sorely tempted I was.
Got a ‘talking to’ this morning about how brave I am – jumping into a strange car seven days ago with someone I had only smelled twice before, and beginning a great adventure. Jeanne marveled at the courage I showed – stepping into a house, checking out the contents, and jumping on a bed to rest with a dog and human I barely knew. And falling soundly asleep in minutes! I’m starting to grasp what’s important to her, and – she reminds me- what will be important to the service member who will eventually adopt me. But we don’t like to talk about that too much.
One last thing for today. Jeanne asked me a dumb question. (I mean we are all blonde’s, but puleese!) Why is it, she said, that the time elapsed for me to learn the vocabulary word ‘cheese’ is about one minute (including the fact that it’s kept in the fridge) – but the time elapsed to learn the word ‘down’ is a thousand minutes and counting. Well, duh! It’s all about motivation! And, by the way, I knew that word ‘down’ real quick, but I don’t like it and I’ll continue to require many of those ‘cheese’ words before complying.
Love, Lady
Journey to Service
Day Seven
Dear Diary,
Isn’t there some
saying about ‘on the 7 day they rested?’ Not in this 3-pack.
We started our day
with a wee wee walk, then the new breakfast ritual where Bode and I are
learning to eat side by side without encroaching or growling or worse. Good progress is being made on this
task and the Week One Report Card says:
C+.
Then I ran a mile
and a half beside the bike. I
earned an A- on this task. The
standard is that I keep the same distance away from the bike, regardless of
speed. Most importantly, I must
ignore all distractions such as squirrels, cars, rabbits, birds and non-pack
people and dogs. Essential
command to obey is ‘leave it.’
After biking we
did Beauty Parlor. Teeth brushing
got me a B (I enjoyed the beef flavored toothpaste); ear cleaning an A; coat
brushing an A-. Nail filing with
Dremel was my downfall. Only
earned a D on this task as I don’t like the noise of it. So far all I can tolerate is to have
the Dremel near my feet, but not turned on. Hope to report improvement next week.
We discovered that
I love cheese, and Jeanne is capitalizing on this as a reward when I achieve a
training task. What I won’t do for
a tiny cube of mozzarella!
Lastly, there is
much excitement in the pack because I worked out a signal to ask to go out to
eliminate. I go to the front door
and stand patiently with my head turned toward the room. This entails that Jeanne pay attention
to my whereabouts whenever I’m not confined, but since I’m still following her
most everywhere it’s not too hard.
Rumor in the pack
is that we get the rest of Sunday off.
This has been the most active and exciting week of my life, and I’ll be
glad to spend the afternoon resting on the cool tile floor.
Love,
Lady
Journey to Service
Day Six
Dear Diary,
Of
all the new things introduced to me this week – one of the best is Rayne, the
almost-3-year-old who lives next door.
We bonded instantly. She
loves me because my fur is soft, I nuzzle her gently, I only lick her hands,
and our hair is the same color.
I love her because
I’m a Golden. Also, she’s at ‘eye
level’ (staring at knee caps all day gets old); she sometimes has a crumb or
spill on her jersey that smells so great; and she tells me anything that’s on her
mind. Last night she said, “Lady,
you have eye boogies.” A girl
needs to know these things, and I appreciate her candor.
Journey to Service
Day Five
Dear Diary,
Day
5 finds me in the proverbial dog house.
If there were a real one here, my eyes would be looking from its inside
out. I’m accused of a mortal sin.
I attacked
Bode.
Yes, the darling
of the disabled, the hero of the second grade readers, the star of the
neighborhood, and more’s the shame – Jeanne’s #1 being on the planet.
Couldn’t have picked a worse dog to try
and tear the head off.
It was nothing
personal. He tried to eat my
supper. End of story.
No vet bills
resulted, not even any blood, but admittedly, it was not a pretty sight. In my defense, up until five days ago,
all disputes with my pen mate of the last two years – well, we duked it out. It’s not like I could have just asked
Bode nicely to please return my dinner.
Anyway, a few minutes afterward we were
all friends again.
Jeanne knew I have
a touch of fearful aggression, and a little territorial aggression. Now she knows what to do about it, but
she had to call the boss (Canine Angels president) and rat me out. They conspired and now there’s a plan
to have Bode and me eating beside one another within a week or so. I’ll try, because that too is my
nature. I do love to please.
Love,
Lady
Journey to Service
Day Four
Dear Diary,
I
wake up happy each day, and I wiggle, snort, stretch and snuggle into my pack
mates to show it. Jeanne laughs
and Bode tolerates me stoically.
I’m
just starting my 4 day of indoor living and have made no elimination
mistakes yet. While Jeanne tells
me I’m amazing, I just think my schedule has been established, and I’m always
taken outside to meet that schedule.
Works for me.
There
is anxiety in the air in this house today. I smell it.
Something muttered about April 15th (tomorrow) and taxes. Don’t know those words, but I sense
stress. Even resting my head on
Jeanne’s leg didn’t help. (In fact
I got introduced to the command: ‘away.’) So, Bode and I are laying low and trying to stay out
of the way. Taxes make me glad I’m
a dog…
…Okay,
it’s now hours later and the tax issue seems to have been resolved. We celebrated by teaching me to run
beside the bike while Jeanne pedals.
We’re restricted to my Cul de Sac (yup, learning French too) at present,
but will gradually expand that.
Great exercise for me, and I pranced proudly up and down our street with
my beautiful feathered fur fanning out behind me. Pix to follow.
Have to teach Bode photography first.
Love,
Lady
Journey to Service
Day Three
Dear Diary,
I can't say we
weren't warned, and aware, but it happened anyway. On our morning wee wee walk we came
across a neighbor strolling with his 6 lb Chinese Crested bully. The tiny
one started barking, snarling and straining at her
leash trying to attack
me. And I was very ready to return the assault with equally ugly
behavior, so Jeanne turned us around to head home – away from the fracas.
Unfortunately, I was unruly enough to
slip out of my collar and run after that little ball of nuisance…and I caught
her…all 71 pounds of me. There was
much ado with the humans shouting at us.
I was able to nip her once before Jeanne literally tackled me and got my
collar back on. No physical damage
done to any party.
We’re home now
and I’m asleep under her computer chair.
I can sense her looking at my sweet beautiful face and thinking about my
behavior. Then she tells herself
that I am a dog. And we got a good
reminder of that this morning.
On a more positive
note, I was introduced to Catcher today.
She’s the uber-Alpha Chesapeake Bay Retriever who lives next door and
who used to spend lots of time at my house. Her visits were curtailed when I arrived – to make my
adjustment easier. Catcher and I
met on neutral turf, and took a short, leashed walk with each of our
‘humans.’ We managed a 30 second
mutual sniff with tails wagging.
Apparently they all consider this a huge success, so me and Catcher are
cool with that. We’ll meet again
and slowly extend our time together.
I know we can be buds with gradual togetherness.
Highlight of my
day was a car ride to the bank and drugstore. Did you know they each have windows that serve dog
treats? Awesome!
Love,
Lady
Journey to Service
Day Two.
Dear Diary,
Just when I
thought I had found a decent size water bowl, Jeanne ran in and shut the
lid. Found a second one, she shut
that lid two. Guess I’ll just
stick with the little bowl on my rug in the laundry room.
All three of us
fell asleep on the big bed at 9:30 last night, and when we woke up at 1:30 a.m.
it was too late to entice me into the kennel. No worries - I like that big bed. Went back to sleep or rest until 5 a.m. then out for a wee
wee.
I’ve never had
breakfast before because I was fed only at suppertime, so I only ate half my
breakfast this morning. I didn’t
mind that Bode finished my dish, but Jeanne was complaining that Bode is on a
special diet which does not include my food.
It won’t take long for me to get used to two meals a day.
Jeanne talks a
lot. It sounds reassuring, but
this is new to me and my vocabulary is not as expansive as Bode’s. I will catch up fast.
Had two unplanned
‘visits’ last evening. I met
2-year-old Rayne, daughter of next door neighbors. She approached me with her arm outstretched and palm
down. I licked her hand and she
told me, “You’re a nice puppy.”
I
like her, but our visit was very brief and controlled. A different neighbor, Kona the yellow
lab, escaped his master and ran to visit me. I was guarded but not aggressive. We can be friends later.
Bode and I are
still negotiating our relationship.
He’s very accommodating, but doesn’t like to play with me. I’m told that will change as he adjusts
to the new pack member.
Love, and learning
NOT to lick,
Lady
Journey to Service
Day One
Dear Foster Family and Friends, The water bowls
are too small here – I’m accustomed to jumping into a 30 gallon tub for a drink
in my old outdoor pen. But other
than that, my first day of foster life in a real house was fun, and I suspect I
will make this adjustment from outdoor to indoor dog without much trouble.
I’ve nearly had
sensory overload with all the new things I’ve been exposed to today. This morning I licked my ‘brother’ Hank
(yellow lab) goodbye, hugged my other Mom, Linda, and then jumped into the car
to begin life with my new pack, Jeanne and Bode. This was my first long car ride (50 minutes), and it went
well.
Even though I
didn’t have fleas, I had my first bath in an indoor shower as I had gotten
dirty from life outdoors. Then, I
took a long walk with Jeanne and Bode to survey the new neighborhood. They have other dogs and people walking
around here, but we didn’t visit yet until we see what’s what. Not sure what that is, but Jeanne
seemed to think it wise. I had
never heard traffic up close, but the cars and trucks going by didn’t bother
me. They have golf carts here, and
they are very intriguing to me. I
think I would like one.
I like the tile in
this kitchen, laundry room and half bath.
It’s nice and cool for my naps, which I’ve taken three of so far – one
in each spot, just like Goldilocks.
So far my ‘just right’ spot is the half bath tile floor with my head
sticking out the doorway. If I’m
not napping, I follow Jeanne everywhere.
You just never know when she might escape out a door I’m not aware of,
but she sure travels a lot of miles in a day. I think I’ve lost a pound already. We noticed that I
need my nails trimmed, but there’s only so much a Lady should be asked to
endure on day one. Jeanne says
that will have to wait.
One thing that
really doesn’t appeal to me is ‘eliminating’ on leash. I had grown quite accustomed to going
‘at will’ in the privacy of my outdoor pen for the last two years. Today, I held out as long as I could
and then finally acquiesced. I
figured Jeanne just wasn’t going to give up on this point and we’d be out there
walking for days.
As another test, I
was confined behind a gate in the laundry – alone for 30 minutes while the
other two went for a bike ride. I
enjoyed the quiet, and they woke me when they got back.
I haven’t minded
the noise of the washer or dryer, and the dishwasher is okay. I’m told the vacuum might be an issue,
but that’s also another day.
Tonight will be
another ‘first’ as I will sleep indoors - in my carpeted kennel in the master
bedroom. I hope I get a good
night’s rest as I’m told that tomorrow we start ‘initial training’ – whatever
that is. I just want to be ready
as Jeanne seems to think it’s a fun thing.
I am happy and
proud to be part of this pack.
Love and licks, Lady
BODE and LADY
