Typist: Bethany
Tynan, the Cascadian Nomads founding dog, was terrified of fireworks. He did not panic or freak out like some dogs do and many vets agreed sedation wouldn't help. His instinct was to hide. And, like everything he did in the wonderful 10 years he spent with me, he kept it very cool. In remembering his super speedy about turns towards home every time he'd hear a pop or a crackle, Jason and I smile and laugh. But I also remember that when Tynan would refuse to leave the safety of his home around the 4th of July each year, he'd often not pee or poop for 24 hours or more. I was sick with worry every year. In retrospect, wasn't it amazing that Tynan, who had been bounced out of three homes in the first year and a half of his life, trusted me, our home and his crate enough to protect him from those horrifyingly noisy fireworks? Each year, when I could not coax Tynan outside to urinate even with the promise of a huge cut of steak, I felt as if I was the worst dog mom in the whole world. What was I doing wrong? As I have learned more about dog training and behavior over the years, and how wonderful it is that Tynan trusted me and felt safe in his home, I know I was actually doing everything right. Isn't that always what our very best friends are supposed to teach us?
Tynan, the Cascadian Nomads founding dog, was terrified of fireworks. He did not panic or freak out like some dogs do and many vets agreed sedation wouldn't help. His instinct was to hide. And, like everything he did in the wonderful 10 years he spent with me, he kept it very cool. In remembering his super speedy about turns towards home every time he'd hear a pop or a crackle, Jason and I smile and laugh. But I also remember that when Tynan would refuse to leave the safety of his home around the 4th of July each year, he'd often not pee or poop for 24 hours or more. I was sick with worry every year. In retrospect, wasn't it amazing that Tynan, who had been bounced out of three homes in the first year and a half of his life, trusted me, our home and his crate enough to protect him from those horrifyingly noisy fireworks? Each year, when I could not coax Tynan outside to urinate even with the promise of a huge cut of steak, I felt as if I was the worst dog mom in the whole world. What was I doing wrong? As I have learned more about dog training and behavior over the years, and how wonderful it is that Tynan trusted me and felt safe in his home, I know I was actually doing everything right. Isn't that always what our very best friends are supposed to teach us?
"Baby" Tynan, safe on his bed in 2004
Happy 4th of July from all of the Cascadian Nomads. |   |
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