August 29, 2010

Dogs and their Fears

Last night someone set off a series of fireworks on my block. The noise woke Hank and he hurled himself off the bed and right under it. He was stressed out for the rest of the night and spent most of it under the bed. It made me think about the laundry list of things that he's afraid of.

Hank has very many things that scare him. Inanimate yet odd objects like puppets, rocking horses and Halloween scarecrows send him into a defensive fury of barking. As do strangers who approach too quickly, people wearing hats or hoods, and heavy machinery. Some noises cause him to flee and hide like fireworks, motorcycles and the buzzing of insects (I know what caused this one & will blog about the story another time).

When I first brought him home (well after the critical socialization period was over) I was intent on making sure he was not storm phobic. We would go outside during storms and he'd get hotdogs during thunder. He used to be afraid of the Carroll Street bridge over the Gowanus, so we had a few dinners there. He's slightly better about motorcycles, which was always his most intense fear, ever since he was inadvertently flooded with motorcycles one day while visiting my sister (which could have gone disastrously in the other direction).

The most serious fear cases I see are ones where the dog has generalized fear. Some fear the outside world, some are afraid of all people and some are afraid of everything.

On the other hand, I've seen some dogs that could use a healthy dose of fear. Knowing no fear they tend to barrel straight in to trouble.

Please share your dog's fears with me. Are they manageable? Sad? Comical? Odd? Or, is your dog too bold? I'd love to hear your stories!

August 3, 2010

Welcome Cinder!

The Westcott family has a new addition. Everyone, meet Cinder!


My sister, Kim, recently adopted Cinder from Peppertree Rescue. She is a 2 year old black lab mix with a gorgeous square head and white markings on her chest and back paws. She also has a limp tail, meaning she has no control over it. It's pretty comical to see her running around and her tail is just along for the ride. At least my sister doesn't have to worry about Cinder knocking stuff off the coffee table with it.

Cinder is actually the name Peppertree gave her (apparently she was previously called Joan) and Kim decided to keep it. I happen to think it's a pretty badass name.

Hank & I went to visit Cinder the day she was adopted and I'm happy to say that the cousins loved each other! They played together all afternoon and Hank was exhausted by the time we left.

I am so excited for Kim and Cinder, I think they both got very lucky finding each other. I'm looking forward to many years of sister/doggie play dates.