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A Birthday Weekend

Well, technically it was the Easter weekend, but for we non-religious types, it was a nice long weekend, and it was our April’s 11th birthday today.  Perhaps not today, but sometime in April (hence her name!!) so we thought we’d give her the full month to appreciate it (and she shares it with her granddad who was 83 today!!).

It’s been pretty relaxed – some gardening (to fill in the holes Billie has been so carefully excavating), some walks, a lunch, a dinner and a snooze on the couch!

I won’t bore you with more words, just some pics of our weekend out and about and relaxing at home.  Hope you also had some nice time to relax and enjoy your families, two legged and four!

Some new plants - how long before they are dug up again?

Some new plants – how long before they are dug up again?

Outside the doggy door - some artificial grass to stop the dirty doggy paws being traipsed through the house - hopefully!

Outside the doggy door – some artificial grass to stop the dirty doggy paws being traipsed through the house – hopefully!

The diggy-dog Billie - butter wouldn't melt....

The diggy-dog Billie – butter wouldn’t melt….

Birthday Girl April - 11 years young today

Birthday Girl April – 11 years young today

Out for a nature walk with the family

Out for a nature walk with the family

A magnificent old gum tree

A magnificent old gum tree

All tuckered out!

All tuckered out!


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Man’s Closest Friend

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Isn’t it amazing how quickly theories, beliefs and research can change the way we view things?  Less than a year ago I wrote my first blog called “Who’s The Boss?” and it was about the theories surrounding dog training and behaviour based on observations of the way wolf packs interact.  It all seemed plausible and there were some things that I personally have taken from those theories and tested them with my dogs, with differing degrees of success.  In most conversations you have with friends, family and  colleagues, the issue of ‘dominance’ usually arises, and most of us have at some point decided that we need to show our dogs that we’re the boss.

During my last holidays, I bought a book called In Defence of Dogs by John Bradshaw.  It was published by Penguin in 2011. My husband read it first and said it was very interesting but didn’t want to discuss it until I’d read it too.  I am now half way through the book and can’t wait to discuss it in depth, though I will wait until I’ve finished it to ensure I have the full picture.

To throw you a morsel, however, leaving you wanting more, the book scientifically overturns the most common myths about dogs’ emotions and behaviour. It shows how we should really treat our pets, and stands up for ‘dogdom’; not the wolf in canine clothes, not the small furry child, not the trophy-winner, but the real dog, the one who wants to be part of the family and enjoy life – mankind’s closest friend.

“The old ‘dominance’ model of dog behaviour is based on three concepts, each of which is now known to be false.  First, it is derived from how wolves behave when they are living in unnaturally constituted groups in captivitiy, and not from the natural behaviour of wolves living in wild packs.  Second, ferals or ‘village dogs’ when allowed to establish family groups, do not behave like wolves at all, neither captive nor wild.  These feral dogs, which are much closer to the ancestors of our pet dogs than any wolf, are much more tolerant of one another than any other modern canid would be if it lived at such high density…..  Third, although dominance based on competition and aggression does occur amoung wolves in captivity, dogs ket under similar conditions do not establish heirarchies.”

“Rejecting the idea of dominance as a natural driver of dog behaviour is not the same as saying that dogs are never competititve – of course they are, when they have to be.  Put several un-neutered dogs of the same sex that do not know one another into a small space, and they are likely to set up a temporary ‘hierarchy’ based on threats, or even fighting, especially if they sense that there is a member of the opposite sex nearby.  This outcome would occur with almost any species, having nothing to do with the dog being descended from the wolf. “

“There are fundamental disagreements among trainers about how dogs are motivated to learn.  Old-school advocates, supported only by tradition, think dogs need to learn their place in the pack; modernists, supported by scientific evidences, think dogs learn to please their owners”.

If you believe what is being said here, it really does change the way you interact with and train your dog.

The book has many more interesting revelations (and I’m only half way through) which sit much more comfortably with me than some of the outdated theories and practices which have been used with a great deal of media hype over the past couple of decades.  I am looking forward to my next holiday so I can finish the book and send you a few more pearls of wisdom!

Of course if you can’t wait that long, you can always purchase the book and beat me to it!!

I would love to hear your thoughts on the above and successes you’ve had with your interactions with your own dogs.

Here is a short video by the author.


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A Helping Hand

Yesterday, January 26, was Australia Day.  It is the official  national day of Australia - the date commemorates the arrival of the First Fleet at Sydney Cove, New South Wales in 1788 and the proclamation at that time of British sovereignty over the eastern seaboard of Australia.

However it is not celebrated by all groups within our community, as some members of the indigenous community consider it ‘Invasion Day’.   Despite the strong attendance at Australia Day events and a positive move  towards the recognition of Indigenous Australians, the date of the celebrations remains a source of challenge and national discussion.  Perhaps a different date, one that can truly be celebrated by all Australians, should be considered.

I personally didn’t partake in any Australia Day celebrations – not because I was holding my own protest though!  I was doing something rewarding and helping others in need.

I spent the morning working at Pets Haven Animal Shelter   It’s a pro-life shelter that rescues animals from pounds, saves strays, takes in abandoned and surrendered pets.  It has also started rescuing horses from the knackery.   Many people do not realise that council run pounds and shelters generally cannot adhere to a pro-life philosophy as they have so many pets in need.  After a designated time, usually only about 8 days, they are killed if a home hasn’t been found.  Most of these cats and dogs are perfectly healthy animals but are killed (I specifically do not use the term ‘euthanised’ for this process) to make room for more.  Thank goodness Pets Haven can take some of them in (but do not have the facilities to save them all) and give them time with foster carers or at the shelter until a suitable home is found for them.

It’s hard work, but so enjoyable (this was my second shift).  I hosed and scrubbed the pens and walked the dogs – taking them for a wee, a poo, a sniff and some cuddles.   They are  all such beautiful animals;  it’s hard to imagine how they found themselves needing new homes.  There was not an aggressive dog amongst them – they were all friendly, affectionate and trusting.  There were a number of Staffy crosses, some little  Foxie types, a Maltese and two Pomeranian sisters.   All lovely and so pleased to be getting out and about.

There were also dozens of cats – beautiful, graceful animals all waiting for someone special to fall in love with them.  There were gorgeous kittens, full of the joys of life, playing and bouncing around.  I didn’t have much time to get to know them as I spent my time bringing a little love and kindness to the dogs.

The ladies who run Pets Haven do an amazing job as they receive no government funding – they rely purely on the generosity of the public for donations, volunteers for feeding and walking and some friendly vets who treat the animals at less than cost.

As I was finishing up yesterday, a lovely girl came in to see the dogs.  By the time she’s said hello to them all and read their stories, she was in tears.  She was so upset that they found themselves without a home.  She asked me how I could be there without crying  - I thought about it and said that although it is upsetting, the way I manage is to remind myself that by being there I can make their day just a little more bearable and show them there are good people in the world.

Yay!!

Yay!!

This beautiful, super affectionate girl was adopted by a lovely young couple - it was love at first cuddle!

This beautiful, super affectionate girl was adopted by a lovely young couple – it was love at first cuddle!

Having said that, this old fella did make me feel very sad.  His name is Indie and he’s 14 years old.  A beautiful, gentle, calm soul who still had a spring in his step.  Apparently his family was going overseas and wouldn’t/couldn’t take him with them.  Poor old boy, can you imagine how confused he must be after spending 14 years in a family (he seemed to be well looked after and in good health) and then wham! – off to the shelter.  I really hope someone will look into his kind old eyes and give him a loving home for the last few years of  his life.

I always collapse on the couch when I get home, but it’s so nice to have brought a little joy to some beautiful animals and give them hope that they’ll find their forever home.

Honey - really didn't like being in the pen, but was a happy, cuddly girl when she was out

Honey – really didn’t like being in the pen, but was a happy, cuddly girl when she was out

It”s hard to see when it will stop – so many animals in pounds, shelters and with rescue groups.  And there are still more who haven’t yet been saved from poor conditions, or are just no longer wanted.  I’d encourage you to do what you can to help your local pro-life shelter – they always need donations and volunteers – and it will be rewarding for you too.


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Firestorm

Hello blog friends. You may be aware that the we in the Southern Hemisphere are experiencing a very hot, dry and dangerous Summer.  There are literally hundreds of bushfires burning – and in most states in Australia.   Many houses and farms have been lost, hundreds of livestock have been killed or subsequently destroyed, and sadly a few lives have been lost.

Unfortunately bushfires are a fact of life in our large, dry country and we experience them most years.  However, some years are more devastating than others, and are forever charred into our memories.

On Febuary 16, 1983 we experienced what became known as Ash Wednesday, the deadliest of firestorms to that date. In Victoria, 47 people died, while in South Australia there were 28 deaths. This included 14  Country Fire Authority and 3 Country Fire Service volunteer fire fighters who died across both states that day. Many fatalities were as a result of  firestorm conditions caused by a sudden and violent wind change in the evening which rapidly changed the direction and size of the fire front. The speed and ferocity of the flames, aided by abundant fuels and a landscape immersed in smoke, made fire suppression and containment impossible. In many cases, residents fended for themselves as fires broke communications, cut off escape routes and severed electricity and water supplies Up to 8,000 people were evacuated in Victoria at the height of the crisis and a state of disaster was declared for the first time in South Australia’s history.

The Black Saturday bushfires were a series of bushfires that ignited or were burning across the Australian state of Victoria on and around Saturday, 7 February 2009. The fires occurred during extreme bushfire-weather conditions (strong winds and temperatures of 46 degrees Celsius and higher) and resulted in Australia’s highest ever loss of life from a bushfire; 173 people died and 414 were injured as a result of the fires. Beyond the 173 deaths, 120 of them caused by a single firestorm, the fires destroyed over 2,030 houses and more than 3,500 structures.

As many as 400 individual fires were recorded on 7 February and the week that followed. The events of 7 February 2009 and its aftermath,  have become widely referred to as Black Saturday, the worst natural disaster in our short history.

February is our hottest and driest month of the year in the southern states so we may be faced with many more ‘dangerous fire days’ before this Summer is over.  Thankfully the fires burning now have resulted in minimal loss of life compared with the Black Saturday fires, partly due to the lessons learned from that terrible day, partly from a raised awareness and a huge public campaign to be ‘fire-ready’ (culminating in  all households in rural areas having a  ’fire-plan’) and just a little bit of luck.

Apart from the threat to human life during these crises, thousands of livestock die, and the loss of native wildlife is huge, not just as a result of the fires, but the subsequent loss of their habitat for many years to come.

When I was still at school in 1983, after the Ash Wednesday fires, I wrote a poem about the fear and anticipation bushfires invoke.  I came across it again recently amongst my books and papers and it struck me how relevant it still is today, and I’d like to share it with you, and dedicate it to those who have lost so much and have experienced such personal trauma.

“ASH WEDNESDAY”

The sky darkens,

The wind howls,

There’s no moon

Only dust and smoke.

Everything is tinder dry.

Trees bend to the ground,

Light rain falls, drying before it reaches the land.

Only dust settles,

Smoke and ash choke.

Everything, everywhere is waiting.

Sparks leap from branch to branch,

Engulfing the bush, descending on the sleeping town.

The sky is aglow,

As houses blaze

Everything is burning hot.

The fire rages as people run,

In the horror of the darkest nightmare

Houses fall, cars explode.

It burns on, leaving the dead town to smoulder

Everywhere is blackened ash.

The aftermath

Please note these are publicly available images, not ones I have taken.


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A New Perspective

A new year has arrived.  I won’t say Happy New Year as I’m not feeling so happy today – it’s my first year of my life without my Mum in it.  But I  know as time progresses it will bring some happiness to all of us who are missing her so much, especially my Dad, and we can look back at the wonderful times Mum shared with us. We’ve got some nice things to look forward to – a couple of holidays, including a European cruise later in the year.  We trust that we can remain healthy and we have each other to help us through the inevitable sad times.  We look forward to spending time with our beautiful fur kids, and of course with our friends.

This year I want to create more time to help animals in need and to explore some writing skills, perhaps expanding beyond my comfortable world of animals.  I’m considering a love story and  I already have some ideas of an amazing couple to base it on..

Our New Year’s Eve was spent quietly at home, and today, after dog walks and bike rides, we relaxed in the shade of our garden, catching up on the most recent theory of dog evolution and behaviour…  Rupie, April and Billie didn’t seem at all interested to learn of their heritage – snoozing was the only thing on their mind!

Wishing everyone a healthy and fulfilling 2013 and I look forward to continuing to gain inspiration from your blogs and adventures from home and around the world.

Billie sleeping off New Year's Eve!

Billie sleeping off New Year’s Eve!

April - not a worry in the world!

April – not a worry in the world!

Rupie enjoying his afternoon snooze in his kennel

Rupie enjoying his afternoon snooze in his kennel

A good read

A good read

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