Friday, August 22, 2008
It just seemed to me that there were two different problems that actually appeared to be more than two problems.One problem was an owner problem and the other
was a dog problem.
The owner wasn't standing straight and while that may not make much difference
when the dog knows exactly where to focus, it is a problem when the dog lacks a focal point.
Of course, the second part was the dog.That lack of a focal point meant her sits
tended to shift back and forth between being lined up with the owner's left leg
and being lined up with the owner's right leg.Then there was, what I had taken to calling the fidget.She would come in and sit and then shift first one way and then another. Many times that shifting took her from a off center sit to a perfect sit,out of the perfect sit and into a crooked sit.
I am only showing three passes in the interest of time, but the difference
between when we started and how she is now doing is very pleasing.
As I'm sure you noticed we are using a favorite toy as a tension releaser and a reward. In this case, a Grinch is just the ticket.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I decided to add my blog to the growing number of blogs helping to spread this information for a couple of reasons. First, this so called "war on drugs" is a failed, money sucking, people harming waste of all our money. Second, how is it that those sworn to protect us are more and more often the very ones who are harming us? Third, since when does the ass-end of a dog traveling AWAY from you qualify as a threat to your person, Mr. SWATman? Okay, so I lied about a couple of reasons.
Now please go on to read what the Mayor of Berwyn Heights, MD has to say about what happened to him, his family and the two dogs he owned who were forced to give their lives in this "war".
The government-sanctioned animal cruelty perpetrated in Prince George's
County, Maryland is no better depicted than in the broken hearts of this
family...except perhaps among the seven hundred to one thousand times a year
family dogs are seized and killed under the county's failed "pit bull ban".
Below please find Mayor Calvo's first hand account of his harrowing ordeal.
One dog dead by the front door, the other dog hunted down by the
kevlar-encrusted SWAT in the kitchen....I am ashamed to live in the People's
Republic of Prince George's County, Maryland.
Maryland Dog Federation
Mayor Cheye Calvo describes raid in e-mail to friends
Dear Friends and Neighbors-
Yesterday evening, as my mother-in-law prepared dinner and I changed clothes hurrying to head to a community meeting, a heavily-armed county SWAT team burst through our living room door and shot and killed both of our dogs. There were loud voices. In the sights of two high-caliber weapons, I was ushered downstairs in only my boxer shorts before I was bound and forced to kneel on the floor. My mother-in-law was bound face down in the kitchen. The dead body of my bigger and older dog, Payton, laid in a pool of blood on the other side of the living room.
It was some time before someone spoke to me other than to yell orders. I was told there was a warrant but was never shown one. After many questions and much anger, I was told that they had intercepted a package addressed to our house that contained 32 pounds of marijuana. The large, white box, which I just had retrieved from the front porch, sat unopened on a living room table.
The county police then proceeded to turn our house upside-down. I was moved to the kitchen, where I could see my little dog, Chase, lying in his own pool of blood. My mother-in-law watched them shoot him while he was running away. After about 90 minutes, they finally removed my restraints, which tied my hands behind my back. About the same time, Animal Control came to remove our dogs. Emotions overtook me; I broke down and sobbed.
They asked questions. Through my anger, hurt, and confusion, I answered them. Trinity came home from work a little after 8:00 pm, and they questioned her outside. We both were and remain in shock. It does not make sense, but shared what we could. About three-and-a-half hours passed before they acknowledged that they had found nothing to connect us to the box, but could not be 100 certain whether or not we were involved. The package alone was enough to arrest us all, they said, but they would not so long as we continued to cooperate.
Then they left. The broken front door remained open and unsecured. Blood from my dogs was pooled and tracked throughout the house. Our belongings were pulled from drawers, closets, and trunks and tossed about, piled in the middle of rooms and on tables and beds.
A Berwyn Heights officer on the scene helped me get the door shut. Just after midnight, I began to clean up the blood. We put a few things back. Trinity and I tried to sleep. Instead, we both laid there through the night as disbelief, fear, and anger played off one another. We try to make sense of it. They invaded our home and killed our dogs! That, above all else, can't be undone.
A friend came this morning to secure the door. People have begun to call, and the outpouring of friendship and support brings tears to my eyes. The media calls have begun, as well.
I wanted to get this out so that you at least hear the story from me. This promises to be a lengthy process, which will involve telling and re-living this story time and again. Hopefully, the healing will begin soon.
Monday, August 11, 2008
It should be about setting rules, and giving the dog enough information so he can be come responsible for his own behavior during normal daily life while knowing to seek human guidance during times of unusual occurrences.