Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Miles Gets Left For the First Time

January 17th my husband Roy's mother died in her sleep. She was 92 and hadn't been in the best health but it was still a shock because she had gotten better after a stroke and another hospitalization a couple of months ago. We packed our bags on the 17th and left on the 18th to drive to Texas for her funeral on Jan 19th.

Joe and Shari (Otto's parents) offered to keep Miles. Roy's family are animal people so they really didn't mind if we brought a dog with us but I didn't feel right about taking both dogs. We decided Pinky would be the better one to take since he is older and better behaved. My friend Becky took my foster Giggles. Shari took some photos of the boys while I was gone and posted them on our adoption group's forum so I could see Miles. These are all her photos.

The mean brothers

Miles had a great time playing with his brother every day. He was at Joe and Shari's from Monday night the 17th until the following Sunday when we got home. They have a huge steep hill that goes straight up behind their house that is at least 3 stories tall. They said that Otto is used to running up it but Miles couldn't quite keep up so would cut across to catch Otto. I could definitely see more definition on Miles hind end muscles when I got home.

Look a likes - can you tell which is which?


Miles is wearing the yellow collar and Otto is in the green.

Miles has a new behavior. He SITS on furniture! Now that he is so tall he just backs up to a chair and sits down next to us. He even does it on the car seat. Here he is sitting in the sun room. Roy was on the couch and I was sitting across from him talking to him when Miles walked up and sat down to join the family discussion. He stayed in that position for quite awhile.

Trip to the Track

Sunday January 16th Miles went back to Birmingham Alabama to visit. He was born there and his litter was rescued from freezing to death by one of the trainers at the Birmingham Race Track, Mel. When one of her assistants got a call at a vets office that an adopted pet greyhound had given birth to 11 puppies in an unheated bathroom and the pups were dying, she raced over to get the mom and babies. Several pups had already frozen to death. Miles was one of the 8 survivors. He was taken to Jen's house and raised there for a few weeks with her Borzois, Salukis and Silken Windhounds. At about 5 weeks the litter was moved to the Birmingham Race Track Adoption Kennel where I picked up Miles, Otto and his Mother Sara. We got his brother Kohle and sister Piper later. The rest of the litter stayed with a surrogate saluki mom there and were eventually adopted out too. On January 16 and 17th of last year I was at the track visiting the 10 day old pups.

I took Miles back to visit once when he was about 10 weeks old but he hasn't been back since then. Our greyhound adoption group, Greyhound Crossroads, needed a few dogs so Ann and I drove to Birmingham to pick them up. Miles was finally big enough to ride in the van with the adult dogs so got to go back for a visit this time. We took Ann's dog Champ along for the ride too. Champ is a very calm, older guy and it always helps to have a dog like that along on dog hauls. The young retirees calm down and relax faster if there is a dog in the van that lays down and goes to sleep.

Mel and Jen met us for lunch then took us back to the track to pick out the 3 girls that we would be taking back to SC. They commented on how much Miles had changed since the last time they had seen him. He was a tiny, blue eyed, dark brindle boy and now was a gold eyed, red brindle that towered over most greyhounds. Miles was excited to see them as he is with everyone.

When we got to the track they told me that Miles could go for a run in the track sprint path. It is about as long as a football field and about half as wide with thick sand. We had snow and ice on the ground for a week so it was Miles first time to really get to run for awhile. He had the best time. Jen had a couple of her borzoi there. One was a pup and Miles tried to get her to play but she was a little shy and Miles was a little obnoxious. Jen's older male Borzoi was NOT interested in playing with Miles either and let the pup know right away.


After Miles ran, he waited in the van for us while we went in and picked out the girls we would be bringing back. We ended up with 3 girls one red, one brindle and one black. We cat tested them with the kennel cat that LOVES to be swept with a broom.

When we loaded up the girls, Miles tried to play bow and flirt. They quickly let him know they weren't interested. You can see Miles towering above all the girls and the other male on the trip Champ (red dog with wide green collar).

Miles with his favorite girl, on the trip, Giggles. Giggles is a giant 80lb girl that is just as sweet as she can be. Found out that her mom is a Kiowa Sweet Trey pup like Miles' mom so they are cousins. She ended up being my foster.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Red Coat in Snow

Miles is pretty tired today after playing with the lure pole several times yesterday and exploring the forest on leash in the snow. Most of the earlier photos he was not wearing a coat but we actually started out with one. He slides, falls, digs and rolls in the snow so the coat was quickly heavy, cold and wet. We dumped the coat because his fur seemed to shed the snow better. He was running around so much he really wasn't cold and actually laid in the snow panting to cool off a few times. Here are some of the early photos when he was actually wearing the coat.


Miles is a smiler. When he is happy he grins like his mother Sara did. He is pretty happy running and will grin at me as he runs toward me then swerves at the last second. Makes him look pretty fierce in his photos.



Have suddenly seen some new behavior out of Miles in the last few days. He has never been the best eater since he has really never been hungry. It is a constant challenge to keep weight on the pups with the amount of energy they burn every day. I feed Miles raw meat, eggs, milk, veggies, supplements and occasionally some grains. I add some fat and oils to help boost the calories. Beef is our staple since it is higher in fat and because Miles is not fond of chicken at all and only likes pork and venison slightly better. Miles picks at his food and may or may not finish it. We are on 2 meals a day most of the time to get him to be hungry enough to finish a bowl. He gets about 10 minutes to eat then it is picked up and put away until the next meal. He often skips meals if it is chicken. He always gets the same chicken for the next meal so it doesn't really help. He is more likely to eat his food if Otto or Pinky are in the room with him to keep them from getting it. If he leaves food in his crate he runs in quickly if another dog gets near the crate. Funny how he doesn't want the food but doesn't want anyone else to have it either which leads to his strange behavior over the last couple of days.

My dogs have always gotten to clean off plates after we are done eating. They do this together and never have been allowed to growl or be possessive of the plate while they are sharing it. The other night Miles growled and snapped at Pinky when they were sharing a plate. Totally new behavior for him and odd since he is so laid back about eating. He even licks off the plate very slowly in no hurry. We made it pretty clear that that was just the WORST thing he could have done and he lost the plate for a couple of moments. Then was allowed to rejoin Pinky and has shared the plate nicely since.

Last night Miles had a bone and Pinky walked by him. He charged at Pinky growling at him and snapped at him. There was contact and Pinky yelped but there was no damage. I went after Miles since I was standing nearby. He realized right away he had made a huge mistake and ran for his crate. He was running so fast he slid on the wood floor and hit the door hard and yelped. Once he made it to the crate he stood there whimpering and shaking. Funny how he ended up punishing himself for his behavior much more severely than we would have. He stayed in his crate (door was always open) for a long time in self exile. After about an hour I called him in to the bedroom for bed. He slunk in with his head and tail down, nervous and very submissive. He waited for permission to get up on the bed and had to be invited a couple of times before he got the courage to join us. I think he probably learned from his mistake and isn't likely to repeat it.

Funny how he remembered what he had done for so long and was so upset about it even an hour later. You always hear how dogs don't remember what they did wrong and don't show shame or feel guilt. I am not sure that is true. I can tell when I get home if a dog has done something wrong just by their greeting. If they come up glancing around, head lowered, slinking or don't come up at all, I know I need to look through the house to see what they did wrong and WILL find something. A normal greeting is happy, tail wagging and much different than an "I screwed up" greeting. I have always heard that any "guilt" the dog shows is actually the dog responding to a human's disapproval. There is no way I could be giving off disapproving signals when I have no idea a crime has been committed though.

We only disapproved of Miles behavior instantly last night but didn't speak to him or reinforce our disapproval in any way for the hour he stayed in his crate. When I called him into the bedroom I intentionally kept my voice upbeat and normal since his misbehavior was long over. Still he was obviously sorry and very cautious when coming back into his pack because of his bad behavior.

Miles really hates to get into trouble and just a look or a word is usually all it takes. "No" just means not to do that and is the lightest correction word I use. An "ACK!" is usually what I use instead. Big transgressions get an UH OH like chewing on my things or growling at Pinky. Miles hates to hear UH OH and I have to watch that I don't use it accidentally in conversation because he will slink off if he hears it even if he has done nothing wrong.

Another behavior that just started in the last few days is being protective of the house. The night that the snow started there was something outside the fence. Miles was very concerned and stared and stared into the dark and paced by the windows looking out and growling. He wanted out frequently and would pace on the porch barking and growling. He was too nervous to get off the porch and go to the area of the yard he was barking out or where he could actually see out of the fence though (bushes obstruct the view through the fence). He has never done anything like that before and sounded scary enough that I hope whatever was out there left.

The coyotes are always out there so I don't think that would have set him off. A neighbor reported seeing a large black cat crossing our road and coming onto our property a week or so ago. He thought it was a panther or something. I haven't heard of any being in this area and hope one didn't escape from the zoo. Probably a big black dog. There was a bear that ended up in a nearby shopping center a could years ago but those are really rare in this area too. It definitely wasn't a human because Miles would run to the fence to say "Hi".

I am sure that there are more behaviors to come as Miles goes from the submissive puppy stage to a more confident adult.

More Snow Photos

More snow shots from yesterday.




If you look closely you can barely see the face of the wolf hiding in the bushes about to attack his helpless prey (braided fleece) in the center.


The wolf


Attack! The prey is frozen in fear or just frozen.


Pounce!


Bite!


Shake!


Toss!

Silly wolf lays in the snow to finish off his prey.

One Year Old!

The boys turned one year old on January 6th. We had a little party for them with doggy cake - a white cake mix with plain peanut butter between the middle layers frosted with plain unsweetened cream cheese. I also baked peanut butter and liver treats for the dogs. We had a human cake, ice cream and finger foods - the party really was an excuse for the humans to get together after all. We had a house full of dogs that got along very well together, most that have been featured in the blog at some point. Duchess the german shepherd, Roo the lab mix, Pinky the Italian Greyhound (Miles housemate), Shug the greyhound (Otto's housemate), Champ the greyhound, and of course Miles, Otto and Kohle the birthday boys. Would have liked to include Piper but she lives too far away. Took some photos of the party with a cell but they were all too blurry.

We have more snow and this time we got around 10 to 12 inches. More than I remember in the 21 years I have lived here. Yesterday it was soft powder and the dogs really enjoyed it. During the night we got a little freezing rain and it froze so there is a hard layer on top now that the dogs slip on and break through. They are hating life now. I had to clear a little trail off the porch last night for them so they could get out to go potty. Here are some photos of Miles playing with his lure pole yesterday in the snow. He is pretty serious about it and I think is going to make a good lure coursing dog when he is old enough.