More Dog Books

Laura Happy New Year! Remember my list of dog books from a few weeks back? Here are two more for your edification:

Jon Katz (2005): Katz on Dogs: A Commonsense Guide to Training and Living with Dogs
Another general overview, with less emphasis on the actual mechanics of training puppies and more on the philosophy of raising dogs, with lots of personal anecdotes. Katz provides a valuable service by pointing out throughout the book that dogs are not just little humans and we do them no favours to think of them as such. He outlines how many behavioural problems can stem from people misunderstanding a dog’s nature or misinterpreting dog “language”. An entertaining read; some of the chapters are based on columns previously written for Slate.

The Monks of New Skete (1991): The Art of Raising a Puppy
This book is an excellent guide to puppies: how they develop; a fairly detailed guide on how to train them (using both informal techniques for very young puppies and formal training for older puppies and young dogs); and how to feed, groom and otherwise care for them. Because it deals with puppies rather than older dogs much of the Monk’s training methods are gentle and positive, though they do use leash pop corrections for many exercises. They also take an interesting tack in refusing to use food as a training reward (which is standard in most of the other books I’ve read).

So which books of all the ones I’ve read do I prefer? As a future dog owner the most useful are probably Ian Dunbar’s Before and After Getting a Puppy and the Monks’ The Art of Raising a Puppy. They’re the most detailed, complete guides to all aspects of living with a puppy. Dunbar’s book is slightly more clinical in tone (he is a vet, after all), while the Monks’ book stresses the more spiritually uplifting aspects (without getting preachy) of living with a dog along with the practical. Both books dovetail nicely and make them a fairly complete dog primer.

Katz on Dogs and Stanley Coren’s The Intelligence of Dogs are entertaining general reads that don’t touch on the nuts and bolts of training much (and thus make them perfectly suitable for non dog owners as well). Most of the other books are purely instructional training books, and thus by nature useful, if not terribly interesting.

I disliked Cesar’s Way, both in style and content (much too much detail about Millan’s life and celebrity friends). I acknowledge that his methods might be useful in extreme behavioural cases, but it’s definitely not appropriate for young puppies.

My Stocking

a chair with a stocking and many folded handkerchiefs on it

PeterBy the way, we had a fine Christmas. I got handkerchiefs in/with my stocking. But of course, being our household, they didn’t come folded in a pile, but in a flurry of cranes, Samurai helmets and other origami and napkin folds. One forgets how truly spectacular a flock of hankies can be.

detail of an intricately folded handkerchief

The Puppies Strike Back

bunch of puppies
PeterWe visited the puppies again today. They have increased even more in cuteness and most of them are now busy making trouble. The tricolours are the most troublesome, followed by the lightest merle and the chicken-clucker from last time.

puppy in profile

smiling puppies

What do we mean by troublesome? Oh, you know, attacking shoes, marauding fingers, mauling pant cuffs, stealthily dispatching rogue and potentially dangerous ears of sleeping siblings, frenetically attacking speaker wire and power cords. Anything will do really. And their bites are the real deal now, with their tiny needle teeth.

puppy gnaws on shoe while another sleeps

puppies board Peter like pirates to a ship

Hershey, their mom, dropped by for a quick visit, but she can barely stand their wicked ways. A quick, black fly-like feeding to drain her slowing milk supply and she’s out of there.

overhead view of puppies on a tile floor

Many loved to be cuddled. Even the most placcid can, when all of her siblings are sleeping, turn teddy bear killer.
Jon was a little less at ease this time around, not because of any individual pup, but by the wave of them, always in motion. He was charmed by their yips and whines, as they expressed themselves.

Three more weeks to go…

puppy sleeping with all four paws in air

First Visit with the Puppies!!

a cute tricolour puppy

Peter We drove up and visited the puppies for about an hour yesterday. At four weeks old, they are just starting to be social, and gain personality. They play for 5-10 minutes, and then you turn around and they’re in a pile asleep. But the pile is never still; someone is always jockeying for a better spot. So 10-15 minutes later, everyone is suddenly up and fully awake.

They’re just figuring out how to play, and some are better than others…but neither their teeth nor their bite strength is enough to do any harm yet. The yips and yelps will come in a couple of weeks.

They are about 3-4 weeks from Max Q (in engineering: maximum cuteness). Jon’s left hip was bothering him, so it was hard for him to be comfortable and cuddle the pups (he did sing a song to one of the pups), but there were one or two that didn’t mind being hanging out with us. Who can say at this early point, but they’ve got our attention…

a pile of puppies sleeping together
One gross of puppies. Actually there are 17 puppies more or less in this picture (some are under the wooden lip)

puppy on Jon's neck
The Thing with Two Heads (And Two Extra Paws)

puppies being cuddled
The two pups who like hanging around us. The one on the left happily clucked like a chicken while we held her.

10 puppies trying to feed from their mom, who is standing
The pups are so (relatively) big that poor Hershey (mom) has to stand to feed them. This scene is not nearly as placid as it looks.

Laura’s Ottawa trip

LauraI’m holding Dad’s medal. It’s heavy!

Laura I’m back from a 2-1/2-day trip to Ottawa to celebrate my Dad’s becoming a Companion of the Order of Canada, which is the highest honour our country can bestow on a citizen. Pretty big deal, so he wanted to invite all his kids to share the day with him. Alas, even after pleading, the Governor General’s protocol people only allowed three extra guests (other than Tara), so the list was pared down to me, Severn and Sarika. Oh yeah, did I mention that this was pretty exciting for me since it would be the first time that I’d spend a night away from Jon since he was born!

I flew into Ottawa mid-morning Thursday. After check-in at the Lord Elgin I had lots of time to kill before the other four got into town, so I spent the day at the War Museum and the Museum of Civilization. The War Museum was interesting; it was ultimately an unrelentingly sober experience (though not as depressing as I thought it’d be). The Museum of Civilization is a spectacular building, and currently has a great exhibition of artifacts from the ancient city of Petra. I spent so long on the Petra show that I had to rush through the regular exhibits, so I don’t really have an opinion on the museum’s content. If I ever get there again it’ll have to be for the whole afternoon.

After the gang checked in we headed off to the Chateau Laurier for dinner and had a blast.

gang at dinner
Me, Sari, Tara, Dad and Severn

Friday morning the three of us headed out to Rideau Hall for the investiture (Dad and Tara went with the other honourees—by charter bus!). I think the taxi driver was more excited than us, since he had never driven there before. I got to impressively flash my invitation to the guardhouse to get waved on to the house. Neat!

The ceremony was a bit like graduation—repetitive and somewhat boring except for the one minute that “your” honouree was up. Since Dad was last (being the highest decoration, and the only Companion), we felt it incumbent upon us kids to yell “Wooo!” during the applause. I think people were amused. What were they gonna do, kick us out?

After the ceremony we hobnobbed with the swells, and I shook hands with the amazingly poised and lovely Governor General Michaà«lle Jean. A consummate people person, she has that uncanny ability to talk to anyone as if that person were the most important and interesting person in the world to talk to.

Kane and Jean
Golfer Lori Kane with the Governor General

Dad, Marshall and Jean
Dad and Michaà«lle Jean with Bill Marshall (a former psych professor of mine!) looking on

After drinks and nibblies we toured Rideau Hall and were suitably impressed with the multitude of Canadian artwork hanging everywhere, and the huge greenhouse where they grow all the indoor plants that grace all the official residences:

Us in greenhouse
All of us in greenhouse. By now all our feet are killing us!

That evening the honourees and their spouses went to a swanky dinner at the GG’s; the rest of us were left to our own devices. I met up with Corinne, a friend from college I haven’t seen in eight years:

Laura and Corinne

On Saturday we had some time to kill until we had to get to the airport, so Tara, Sarika and I took a tour of the Parliament building (something I haven’t done in years and Sari has never done.) The library had just been unveiled after four years of restoration, and it’s as lovely as ever (I think by far the most beautiful part of the building).

Parliamentary Library
Parliamentary library, inside and out

In the middle of our tour we got an interesting bonus: The PM and some aides were going up to their offices just as we were in the main hall. Since it was a tiny tour group (just us three, two more guests and the guide), and the hall was otherwise empty, Stephen Harper decided to be chummy and did the photo-op thing, shaking our hands and asking our names and where we were from.

PM and us

We were nice polite Canadians and just said our (first) names and cities and smiled for the cameras, instead of saying much ruder, but more appropriate words. It’s actually pretty amazing how little charm (as in zero) Harper has in person (unlike most politicians I’ve met, or charm incarnate Ms. Jean), and how stiff this impromptu meeting was. (Mind you, it would’ve been even more amusing to speculate how the meeting would’ve gone if Mr. Environment C.C. himself had been there…) 🙂

At the Ottawa airport by noon, I have to slug back my bottle of water before I’m let through gate security. Oh brother.

All in all, good times had by everyone. Congratulations and thank you Dad!

The Escalator

Jon

Jon and Daddy on escalatorThis is actually an escalator at the airport, not the subway. Yes, it matters to Jon!

I went on the subway I got to whole foods market I went on the elevater and then I went on the escalator. An escalator is some stairs that move. Do you like to go on an escalator? Yes I do! My dad picked me up and down on the escalator.

I’m about to go to the escalator.

Tonight I am going to watch the old Local Forecast.

Jon