If you know me, you know that my husband and I try to include Tucker in every activity we can. In the Spring 2016 when we were still living in the DC area, we took Tucker to Rehoboth Beach. We … Continue reading
Yep, you can say it a thousand times. I’m horrible at updating this blog. It’s not that I don’t want to, I have a million of ideas , it’s just putting those ideas in my head down on paper (or the … Continue reading
Ah spring time..the flowers are blooming, the sun is shining and…..thunderstorms and other loud noises pop up. Last summer we started to notice that Tucker was a little nervous over thunder and some other unexplained noises. However, it was very minor and living in the DC area where we heard any number of noises on any given day, he was mostly accustomed to strange noises. Fast forward to late March of this year. We’ve moved to the quiet suburbs of Pennsylvania—and when I say quiet, it’s REALLLY quiet. So any noise is even more magnified in Tucker’s ears. We noticed that Tucker was getting more and more anxious over thunderstorms, loud noises, helicopters, lawn mowers. With thunderstorms, he’d pace and couldn’t settle. He’d want to go down to the basement and scratch at the floor. He couldn’t settle or sleep. It came to a head one evening when my husband was away and I had fallen asleep. A little after midnight, I was woken by Tucker being extremely anxious–while I couldn’t hear anything, he must have heard a noise (you’d be surprised at what a dog can hear!) and it unsettled him. For the next hour, he didn’t sleep. I became concerned that this was getting worse, not better. I’ve had other dogs that were scared of thunderstorms but I was concerned as this was even happening at noises like a helicopter overhead. After speaking with our breeder and my mom’s breeder, we took him to our vet for a checkup to see if he was having any physical issues and to discuss what we could do. I will also note that we did try the thundershirt, rescue remedy and other things before we spoke to the vet.
After a thorough checkup, our vet thought he might benefit from 30 days of Prozac along with some desensitization training. Her reasoning was that you couldn’t fix a scared brain. I was a bit hesitant to give Tucker Prozac, but after talks with my breeder and my mom’s breeder who both agreed with the vet and gave me tips on how to train Tucker, we started giving him one pill a night at dinner beginning on April 3.
So, we’re three weeks in and what have we seen? Well, the first two weeks after giving him the pill, he was rather mellow and sleepy. We’d give it to him at dinner and then he wouldn’t really be playful the rest of the evening…even in the morning he wasn’t as playful. I had heard that this could be a side effect but it was a little hard to see as Tucker’s usually very playful. He still loved his walks and no one else might have even noticed a difference in him, but when he wasn’t really interested in playing rope, it made me sad. I knew from all the reading that this was common as the dog is adjusting to the pill—for some dogs that can take a week or two, for others longer. I consistently checked in with the vet who assured me everything we were experiencing was normal.
In addition to the pills, we have also been trying to desensitize him to noises which can be tricky. I reached out to a trainer who unfortunately hasn’t been able to help us yet, but I’ve been given some tips to help us do it ourselves. The first thing I got was these music CDs called Through a Dog’s Ear that mixes classical music with thunderstorm noises. They start with one track of classical and the tracks after get louder and louder with thunderstorm noises. There are also other CDs for fireworks and city noises. We started on those- playing those in the background while doing something fun with Tucker. I think he’s been pretty much desensitized to the CD as a lot of time it comes on now and he falls asleep! During these training sessions, we either play with Tucker, go over his tricks, or massage him or something that he enjoys while also keeping us calm.
I feel though, that these are just dress rehearsals. The real thing like thunderstorms are hard because you can’t predict when and how often the thunder might occur. Same with noises that pop up out of nowhere. When we first started the meds, Tucker was still nervous which was to be expected as like I said before, it can take a few weeks for the medicine to build up enough in the dog to create positive effects. On Easter night (April 16), we had two tests. The first one was that someone was setting off fireworks (yes, really) while we were on a walk. Tucker had a slight reaction on his leash, probably also reacting to me who jumped but he recovered quickly. Once we got home and were settling in, we had a quick moving storm with lots of wind! He was still unsettled but recovered quicker than before. I was still a bit discouraged but when I talked to the vet, she assured me that was still quite normal. We’ve continued on with our training and pills but haven’t had any storms since. However, with other noises he has gotten better. He’s also back to his playful self–giving me approximately 5 minutes to eat my breakfast before he is ready with his toy and lots of rope play at night. Last night, I thought we were going to have some storms and I saw some lightning and held my breath—how would Tucker react if it thundered? One part of me wanted to see how, the other didn’t. I never heard any thunder but I know there was storms around us…how did Tucker react?
Yep. I’ll take that as a good sign. I think we will continue with the Prozac for the foreseeable future until we can see if it’s really helping when there are real storms but for now, I’m hopeful. However, I cannot stress enough that you cannot just give your dogs Prozac and expect results. You must also work with them and be diligent about it. I actually find myself getting anxious if I haven’t worked with Tucker at all during the day (I also need Prozac but that’s a different story for another blog). And I’m also not a vet so please speak with your vet if you suspect anything with your dog!
Another good chunk of time has gone by without a blog post. My apologies….I have lots of good ideas but sometimes the last thing I want to be doing is sitting behind a computer screen. BUT I love this blog and I love to write. First, I’ve noticed that despite not writing regularly, I’ve gotten a fair amount of new followers. I’m not sure how you found me, but thank you!
Now, on to my post…a few months ago, I saw the trailer for A Dog’s Purpose and knew, that despite it taking me 4 times to watch without crying, I wanted to see it. Shortly before the movie came out, there was a bit of controversy with the film which I think drew a lot of people away from it even though a further investigation found no wrong doing. Now, I am not a big movie watcher. I might go to the movies 2-3 times a year, if that and I don’t watch a ton of movies at home. A few weeks back though, I decided I wanted to go to this movie and it worked out as my husband wanted to go see another movie and they were both playing at similar times.
I’m not going to give any spoilers away here, but everyone should know if they saw the trailer that the movie follows a dog named Bailey and his boy Ethan. When Bailey passes, he is basically comes back to live as other dogs to figure out his “purpose.” Here were my running thoughts during this movie:
- The dog’s name is Bailey, same as my human brother’s dog and the movie Bailey looks like my Tucker. This isn’t going to be good for me.
- About 30 minutes in–as I’m already starting to tear up, what the f— am I doing at this movie? Why did I think this was a good idea? Why did my husband think that me going to this movie was a good idea?
- Ok, a funny moment. Ok, I can do funny and sad.
- Haha, this one dog looks like my brother Oliver’s girlfriend. We like to think Oliver is Emily, our golden who passed away. I can get behind this reincarnation story now.
- OMG, what if Tucker is really someone else? Does Tucker like being Tucker? I think he has a pretty damn good life but what if he is longing for someone else?
- OMG, what if Tucker doesn’t have a good life during his next life? Can’t think of that. Gorge on these Starburst minis.
- Ooh, I like this ending. Stop crying. Pull yourself together, you have to leave the movie theater now and go hug Tucker for the remainder of the day.
It wasn’t a bad movie, but it’s probably not one I’m necessarily going to buy or watch when it comes on TV. As I’ve said before, it is uncanny how we sometimes see things that were so Emily and Spenser in my parent’s dogs Oliver and Tracer that take our breath away. Things that other dogs don’t do, but that they did and now Oliver and Tracer are doing and it makes you really think.
I will leave you with the end quote in the movie…the dog’s purpose…because it’s one of those things that I think we can take into our daily lives to remember (well except maybe the licking part…):
“Have fun, obviously. Whenever possible, find someone to save and save them. Lick the ones you love. Don’t get all sad-faced about what happened and scrunchy-faced about what could. Just be here now. Be. Here. Now. That’s a dog’s purpose.”
I know, it’s been awhile friends. With Christmas and the start of a new year, life has continued to be a little hectic. We are already into February and here it is Super Bowl Sunday and we’re also getting ready for Valentines Day (we all know Tucker is SUCH a ladies man).
This past week, we had a very special visitor in our house: Tracer! Tracer is Tucker’s 4 month old golden retriever uncle. Now, you may be chasing your tail here in confusion, so let me explain. My parents have two golden retrievers as you know, Oliver and Tracer. Now, because they are my parent’s pups, that means they are my brothers. Which also means they are Tucker’s Uncles! Anyway, my mom went in her for her highly anticipated knee replacement surgery last Monday and Tracer came to stay with us. And don’t worry about Oliver–he enjoyed a few quality days of spa time at the wonderful Kind Hearted Pet Resort. Tracer is not old enough to go to the Kind Hearted Pet Resort so we got to host him!
I admit–I was a bit nervous. Tracer is 4 months old and while very well-behaved for a puppy, it would still be a new environment for him and it would be Tucker’s very first houseguest. Yes, Tucker has always been the bride but never a bridesmaid-always a guest at other homes but never hosting. Tucker and Tracer get along but when we would go to my parents, Tracer was always a little nervous of Tucker. Tucker likes to run, play, wrestle and make all sorts of noises which would freak Tracer out. So, we set up a few playdates where Tracer came over a few hours to get used to this place before he slept over and all seemed great but it’s a whole different dog park when Tracer would be here for the week.
Last Monday, I came home from work to two playful pups. Any concern I had about there being some nerves from Tracer or Tucker feeling put out was immediately put in the crate as I watched these two wrestle and cuddle. Tracer had no fears and settled in quick and Tucker truly enjoyed having Tracer here. There were a few scuffles over toys, but otherwise it was a smooth visit. Sure, I haven’t slept past 5:45 AM almost a week, I’ve used 8,000 poop bags, and I’ve been knocked over a few times when I’ve gotten in the way of puppy wrestles but it was all worth it. It always is when I see puppy happiness. It will be weird to not have Tracer tonight since he went home to take care of his Mom.
This morning as I was doing the morning walks, I found myself singing the song, You’ve Got a Friend in Me from Toy Story. I’ve been so depressed about the state of our country lately but these two pups reminded me of all the good in the world.
“You’ve got a friend in me
You’ve got a friend in me
You’ve got troubles, and I’ve got ’em too
There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you
We stick together and can see it through
‘Cause you’ve got a friend in me
You’ve got a friend in me.”
Now please excuse me if I don’t make it to the Super Bowl halftime show!
I’ve sat here for the past few minutes trying to figure out how to start this. If I’m being honest, I’ve been trying to figure out how to start this since September. Writing is fun for me (I even do it … Continue reading
First off, I’ve noticed I have a few new followers of this blog and my facebook page. Thanks so much to you all! I hope you enjoy this page and please always feel free to let me know if you want to see something featured. I promise to get back into regular blogging. Can you believe that this was the first weekend since early September that we had absolutely no plans? Between starting a new job/commuting/moving/settling in I am physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted. Wine helps–and so does Tucker!
So, we now live in the suburbs as opposed to the big city. It’s a bit quieter, a bit darker, and we have a lot of deer. A. Lot. I have a bit of a deer fear but it’s slowly getting better as I encounter them more and more here. The other morning I was eating breakfast and Tucker was sitting out on this gorgeous deck we now have. All of a sudden, I saw him stand up and look out into the wooded area. Now, our deck doesn’t have any stairs going down to the grass so I knew he wouldn’t go anywhere, but I looked out and he was in a stare down with a deer kid. Then I saw the deer run off with his brother or sister and a few minutes later I saw a huge elk–or a moose with antlers. Fingers crossed we see no bears.
I’ve made mention how proud I am of Tucker for adjusting to everything. I can’t imagine what its like but dogs are incredible adapters. After going back and forth between his Gran’s house and our place in Arlington, I think he’s happy to have all his toys in one place and new places to sniff. I made sure that before we moved into our townhome, that Tucker got to see it and sniff before we had any stuff in it. Then as the movers were coming, I took him back to my parents house an once we got everything move in, he came back. No need for extra chaos!
There are a lot of dogs in our neighborhood but it’s definitely quieter and smaller than the busy-ness of Arlington, VA. It’s nice that he gets more puppy play time with my parents and brother’s dog, and I think he enjoys that. We were also fortunate to move to a neighborhood that has nice well lit walking paths which were a must for us. This week will be another new thing-if the crazy dog dad’s been travelling, I usually drop Tucker off at my parents to spend the day with his Uncle Oliver but this week we’re trying out a new dog walker so Tucker will be at our place the whole day. I’m hoping it works out well.
Now as we settle in, I’m looking to continue our regular routines, just in a new place. That’s what I feel helps Tucker the best. Has anyone else moved recently?
Today Tucker is 3. I can’t get over that my boy is 3. There was treats and presents of course. By moving to Harrisburg, we don’t have to share Tucker’s birthday with Halloween as they do their trick or treat on the Thursday before Halloween (don’t ask why since I don’t even know). Our little family is together in our new home and I’m so proud of how Tucker is adjusting. It hasn’t been easy and I’m sure we’re bound for a few more bumps but he’s handled himself great.
So today my boy is 3. My rope playing, sleep on his back, grab the bath mat and jump on his Bar and Gran is 3. My fluffy tailed boy who loves giving kisses and will give a low little growl if you stop petting him is 3.
And no matter how much he tires me out some days, no matter how much I have to say something like “no! Do not rip the blanket!” “No, do not hump Mommy” or, “can you please just settle for 3 minutes,?” I also say, “please don’t grow up!” Which is ridiculous I know, because no matter how old you are, you’ll always be my puppy.
So tonight we sang Happy birthday and made wishes for health and happiness and new fun adventures. Because you my Tucky, are three. And I’ll love you forever.
Hello again fur-iends. It’s been awhile. 5 weeks ago, I left the crazy world of DC for the calmer streets of Harrisburg, PA. Tucker has split time between the two places as my husband and I wrapped up our lease in … Continue reading
To my loyal Tails of A Crazy Dog Mom readers, taking a time out today to write a more personal piece not necessarily all about dogs…normal content to return soon!
If you’ve never done it, I highly recommend everyone drive on the George Washington Parkway into the DC area. I once made a pact with myself that if I were ever driving that stretch of road and the DC skyline with the Washington Monument came into view and I didn’t smile or it didn’t take my breath away, I would know it’s time to leave.
I have to break that pact.
You see, it’s just impossible not to be mesmerized by that view. And as you get closer or go along the Parkway other monuments come into view. Whether you’ve lived here 9 months, 90 years, or like me, almost 9 years, you just can’t help but be blown away by DC’s beauty.
But. And there’s a but. It’s expensive. It’s hard to live here without family close by. It can feel like a rat race and wear you down. So DC, after almost nine years, I have to break up with you. But not before I say Thank You.
When I arrived in January 2008, I was 25 and knew only a few people. I was wide-eyed and if I had to pick a song, Wide Open Spaces from the Dixie Chicks is what would have defined me. I started a job at a legislative tracking firm. I loved the Metro. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. My job was tough but I was so fortunate to meet a great group of young people just like me- eager to explore the area and mostly people who didn’t know that many other people. We explored new restaurants and neighborhoods. We went up the Washington Monument at night. We did the 4th of July fireworks. We went to Nats games and golfing on East Potomac Park among the monuments. We drank too much. Or not enough depending on the work day. We laughed, we cried. We helped eachother move. We cursed the Metro (I don’t love it as much as I did anymore). We formed good friendships even after some people started to leave the area. We were in each other’s weddings. I truly learned here that friends are family.
I never felt like I was a DC-lifer. In fact, at one point I even temporarily left, only to come back six weeks later with a great job offer and more importantly, I had met THE boy who was here. A few months in, it was clear that this was not just another relationship, but THE relationship that would lead to marriage. I had to persuade him a little bit, sitting on his front porch asking him if he was my boyfriend (I had to make it clear before he went on an all guys college football roadtrip). New memories were made. Even a skydiving trip. Families met. We became an official family in 2012 with our marriage. That next year we got our puppy Tucker. We enjoyed the area and every year when our lease came up for renewal we discussed leaving and every year we decided to stay.
Until this past year. We made a decision that we would really strive to leave the area. We had interviews in Pennsylvania that didn’t lead to anything until June. An opportunity was presented to me that we couldn’t refuse.
And yet, I sit here in our apartment in Arlington a few days away from starting a new job and I’m nervous about leaving the area. It’s scary because the boy will be staying down here until our lease ends in October. There are lots of unknowns but there are also several ways life will be easier. New adventures await which we are excited for. I’m hoping Tucker will enjoy his new adventures as well. I’m hoping for a fenced in back yard for him! But I will never forget my time here. In fact, if we ever have kids, I am making sure they spend at least a year in DC. I just hope they don’t need me to pay their rent when that time comes.
So DC, in the words of Adele:
I’m giving you up
I’ve forgiven it all
You set me free, oh
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We’ve gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain’t kids no more
Send my love to your new lover.
Except don’t treat her better. Treat her exactly the same. Because for every tear I may have cried here, I also laughed 1,000 times more. For every time I cursed the metro, I remembered that’s where I met the husband. So when I’m driving out of here today, I will glance in my rearview mirror back at you but then look onward to the future (and don’t miss me too much, I’ll be back on the weekends!)