Are the Dogs Being Laid Off?!

A tan, black and white beagle sniffs a black backpack. She's wearing a green vest with the words "Protecting American Agriculture."A couple of weeks ago, I heard that DOGE had cut funding to my favorite federal employees — the dogs.

The truth is a little more nuanced than that. According to Snopes, what happened was a 30-day freeze on credit-card purchases as well as a freeze on requests related to care of TSA’s bomb-sniffing the dogs.

As Orly commented, that’s semantics. No Money = No Food. No food? No work.

Orly’s not wrong, but I doubt it will come to that. I am sure that the dogs’ handlers will continue to feed them… but it did get me thinking. As I returned from a recent trip abroad, I did not see a single TSA dog.

I did see a tiny beagle, proudly wearing her green USDA jacket, hard at work “Protecting American Agriculture.” She looked well fed.

She took her job very seriously, standing on her tiptoes to sniff at the backpack I was wearing. Detecting no contraband she walked on, sniffing at suitcases, carry-ons, and people’s purses …

When she reached an elderly woman with an enormous pink purse, the beagle paused. She sniffed. The purse was resting on the floor, and this dedicated federal worker took another careful sniff. Then slowly turned to face her handler and sat, making steady eye contact with her human.

Busted!

My suitcase arrived so I did not see whether the owner of the pink purse was hustled off in handcuffs.

In all seriousness, the dogs, whether at TSA, USDA, or another federal agency, do important work. And I admire all working dogs, regardless of their career choice.

An Immense World

The cover of An Immense World shows a white and brown monkey gazing at a blue butterfly on a green backgroundAn Immense World is neither a new book nor a dog book, but I enjoyed it so much that I wanted to share it!

Ed Yong’s second book, subtitled “How animal senses reveal the hidden realms around us,” references philosopher Thomas Nagel’s essay, “What is it like to be a bat?” — then goes on to explore the Umwelt or “perceptual experience” of a being, whether human or not.

Spoiler alert: You won’t learn what it’s like to be a bat from this book. Or a dog, moth, dolphin, mole, or any other creature. You will explore the many-more-than 5 senses that various creatures use to perceive, navigate, and understand their worlds.

You won’t learn what it’s like to be a bat because you can’t!

Bats, and most other creatures have senses that are so astonishingly different from humans’ few, limited means of perceiving our environments that even with a deep scientific understanding of how those senses work, we still can’t imagine or experience the world as their owners do.

There is a lot of science in this book, as well as in the copious footnotes — worth reading; some are really funny! — the 44-page bibliography, and the endnotes. Whew. It did take me more than a month to read the book, though it’s only got 355 pages of actual content. I needed time to digest each sense (each chapter) before moving on to the next. And it’s not exactly light bedtime reading!

My favorite chapter may well be the one on echolocation (humans can acquire this skill!)… or maybe the one on color. Some insects and birds can see whole other dimensions of color that human eyes cannot perceive, literally millions of additional colors.

Yong explores the ways other creatures experience the senses we humans do have, then delves into senses we do not, such as the ability to use echoes and sound to see, or sense magnetic or electric fields and use them to map and navigate our environment.

A thread that runs through the book — and which has always driven my curiosity about dogs — is that our ability to even ask the questions that prompt us to study other animals’ abilities and behavior are limited by our own experience. Which is limited by our senses, perceptions — and willingness to consider that other creatures can do amazing things that we humans cannot.

Dogs’ phenomenal ability to detect and distinguish scents gets some attention, as does a discussion of how dogs perceive color. But no one creature is the star of this book. You’ll encounter familiar and bizarre animals and learn all sorts of interesting, if not terribly useful information: For example, the description of the inky-footprint test used to help determine that European robins know to migrate southwest in the fall using their ability to detect the Earth’s magnetic field is a great story … but a bit complicated for a cocktail-party chat.

If you’re a science nerd who loves animals, don’t miss this book.

The Truth About Antlers

Guiding Eyes Hildy, a black Lab, lying on a tan rug, shows off her new antlerThe Thinking Dog blog is thrilled to share a guest post from Guiding Eyes Hildy.

Dear fellow Thinking Dogs:

I now know where antlers come from. Like you, for years I’ve been happy to live with the illusion that all dog toys come in boxes from Amazon or Chewy.com. Now I am somewhat embarrassed to admit that I thought purple stuffed bears and fabric cows with long stretchy necks were born that way.

Black Lab Hildy and her yellow Lab co-researcher relax on a black-and-tan rug after dismembering Oscar, an aqua-colored toy that had white stuffingLast month, a fellow canine researcher and I were so deluded about the connection between dog toys and once living beings that we spent a whole afternoon dissecting what my human called “Oscar the octopus,” in an unsuccessful search for his missing two legs. We proved beyond a doubt that Oscar was a hexapus through and through. I began to question what I had been told: only the best animals get reincarnated into dog toys.

The magical moment occurred while walking with Kent, a human friend,  in the Black Hills of South Dakota. Snow was still piled high to require athletic leaps so that I didn’t disappear forever inside a snow drift. I was in the middle of an airborne spin when I spied…an antler. Right there, sticking out of the snow.

I know that antlers are the most coveted dog toys. The few times my partner, Deni,  offered me an antler freshly peeled out of its plastic wrapping, she made a big deal about how expensive they are and how lucky I was to have one. I made sure to leave it in the hallway where Deni was likely to step on it and truly appreciate how often I gnawed it in gratitude.

Back in the woods, I grabbed my treasure before Kent could object. I was right. It was an antler. I was wrong in thinking I could pluck it off the ground and keep up with our walk. When I pulled, I found that the antler was stuck like glue on a head that was mostly skeleton with some decorative fur patches. “What demented human could have fashioned such a thing?” I wondered. I thought antlers grew on trees like other branch-like appendages.

I looked to Kent for guidance. He soon brushed snow away and shook the skeleton loose from where it had frozen to the forest floor. “You found a dead deer,” he said with pride. “A two-point buck.” Realizing that the antler I found along with its mate were securely attached to the deer’s head, Kent said, “Let’s come back with a saw..”

A few strokes with the saw and both antlers were safely in Kent’s pocket for the walk home. I was eager to taste a just-picked antler, but that was not to be. While Kent was sawing, Deni was researching how to make antlers safe for dogs. The antlers first swam in warm soapy stew, then danced in boiling water, then spent the night drying out on the top of the wood stove.

When I was given the choice of which antler I wanted first, I was pleased to find that both antlers retained enough of their wild animal smell for me to remember the moment I found them. I was glad to learn that deer shed their antlers and then hide them in the forest for adventuresome dogs to find.  When I return to Florida, I plan to keep watch on the lemon tree. Along with sour fruit, I am convinced that it also grows and drops yellow tennis balls.

Guiding Eyes Hildy

 

Winter Hangs On … and On and On …

Golden Orly races through shoulder-deep snow with pal Cruiser, a WeimaranerOnce Orly finally got her wish for snow, lots and lots of snow, well… she doesn’t seem to be able to (or want to) turn it off.

We’ve had alternating periods of huge amounts of snow and bitter cold. “Too cold to snow” is definitely a “thing,” but not one that I enjoy, despite the welcome break from multiple-times-daily clearing the deck and front walks of snow.

Golden Orly dunks her entire head into deep snow to get a sniffTo be fair, we’re getting a lot of that lovely, powdery dry snow that is lightweight and easy to shovel, sweep, or snowblow out of the way. But there’s a LOT of it. Several inches in the last few hours alone.

Orly is equally delighted with the 10th massive snowfall as the first. I, on the other hand, have had my fill. And then some.

She still does her thing of sniffing under the snow with her entire head under the snow. She runs and rolls and jumps. This weekend, she also chases and is chased by her buddy Cruiser, a high-energy Weimaraner about her age.Orly, standing on a tile floor, covered in snow, looks sad in anticipation of being dried off.

She especially enjoys playing in the deep snow of our front yard while I shovel…

What she does not like? When we go inside, I attack her with a towel to remove the snow she has carried in on her back and dry her off a bit. I’m not sure that she understands that it will melt anyhow…

 

 

 

Karen Pryor Changed Dog (& Human!) Training Forever

Book cover for Karen Pryor's Don't Shoot the Dog with blue type on a white backgroundI never met Karen Pryor or had the opportunity to attend one of her classes or seminars, but her work shaped the way I worked with dogs of all ages — and how millions of people approach teaching and training humans and non-humans alike.

Her best-known book might well be Don’t Shoot the Dog (1984), which introduced shaping, clicker training, and reward-based training to generations of puppies and their humans. She launched a transformation of animal training, whose principles have influenced human education as well, moving many educators/trainers from a focus on punishing mistakes to recognizing and rewarding success.

Clicker training uses principles of behaviorism to shape behavior incrementally, as the trainer works with the trainee toward a goal. When the trainee is a dog (or a dolphin, chicken, etc.), the trainee might not fully understand the goal at first. What they DO understand is the marker — Pryor used a clicker; others use a word like Yes! — that indicates that the trainee did something right. The marker is quickly followed by a reward. This positive approach encourages the trainee to keep doing what they think is needed to get more clicks/treats.

For instance, you want your puppy to sit before getting her dinner. You can manually push her into a sit before each meal, only to have her pop up the instant you move your hands. You can yell at her, but she’s a puppy who probably doesn’t know what “sit” means yet. Or you can teach her the click-and-treat approach, then wait for her to sit. Click, give her a treat. Puppies sit a lot, so if you are paying attention, you can catch her sitting — and reward it — a lot. You can also do short (2 minute) practice sessions, where you specifically watch for her to sit. Then click, give a treat.

You’ll be amazed at how soon your puppy is sitting “at you” — planting herself in front of you in hopes of getting that magic click. Soon, you introduce the word, “sit.” Within a few practice sessions, your puppy will learn to sit on cue. But even in the interim, you can wait for her to sit, capture it with a click, then put down her bowl. It’s a much nicer approach than getting annoyed and frustrated as your hungry pup jumps and barks at you, day after day.

Skilled trainers can accomplish amazing things with clicker training (I am not in that esteemed group).

But while it might be what she’s best-known for, clicker training is just an example. The real message is the postive, reward-based approach. And Pryor’s focus on the science underlying behavior (and attempts to change behavior). The clicker helps the trainer communicate what is wanted while ignoring what is not. It builds communication, which builds a relationship between the person and the dog.

When the trainee learns that trying new things is often rewarded — and never experiences the confusion of being punished for guessing wrong — that dog (kid, dolphin, spouse, chicken …) will be willing to try new things. And love learning. And enjoy spending time learning with you, the trainer (parent, teacher, spouse). They might not even realize that you are training them …

Derided early-on as “cookie pushers” by old-school, force- and punishment-focused trainers, clicker trainers pioneered many new ways of communicating and teaching, across species. While some trainers still use horrific methods to compel dogs and others to do what they want, Pryor’s work has had tremendous, far-reaching impact. When she was training dolphins in the 1960s, she probably never dreamed that one day, there would be centers at major universities around the world devoted to the study of canine cognition or that millions of people worldwide would be using clickers in innovative ways.

Karen Pryor passed away on January 4. Her legacy of positive, science-based training lives on.

Arthritis & Your Dog: Librela May Not Be the Answer

Jana, a white golden retriever, wears dark sunglasses
Jana wore dark sunglasses to protect her eyes during her frequent cold laser therapy treatments

Librela, a medication given to dogs by monthly injection to treat arthritis that has been available in the US for a little over a year (longer in the UK, Canada, the EU, and Australia), is raising alarm as more dog owners report serious side effects.

The concern is enough that the FDA issued a warning letter to veterinarians and the New York Times published a warning.

About Librela

Librela is what is called a monoclonal antibody drug. It blocks activity by specific proteins that transmit pain signals, thereby relieving pain. At least, that’s the idea.

Reports of serious reactions include neurological signs, such as ataxia or seizures; muscle weakness, and inability to stand or move around. Some dogs have died.

According to the AVMA (American Veterinary Medicine Association, more than 3,600 adverse reaction reports had been filed as of April 2024 (at this time, Librela had been available for less than a year). Of these, 70% occurred after a single injection; many within a day. The packaging does not list these side effects (though what it does list seems pretty unpleasant). So, Dogs Naturally shared the side effects listed on US and Canadian packaging:

“The listed side effects on the Canadian insert for this medicine (much more comprehensive than in other countries!) include:

  • Swelling at the injection site
  • Systemic disorders: lack of efficacy, polydipsia, death, lethargy, anorexia
  • Renal and urinary tract disorders: poluria, urinary incontinence
  • Digestive tract disorders: diarrhea, vomiting
  • Neurological disorders: ataxia, seizure

The US prescribing information lists the most common adverse reactions as …

  • Urinary tract infection
  • Bacterial skin infection
  • Dermatitis
  • Dermal mass
  • Erythema
  • Dermal cyst(s)
  • Pain on injection
  • Inappropriate urination
  • Histiocytoma

These are ugly lists. Not to mention that many elderly animals already have compromise or disease in multiple organ systems. So this medicine may be the straw that breaks a whole lot of camel’s back in your dog’s system.”

These may well be the most common adverse reactions, and the number of dogs experiencing severe reactions may be relatively small. Which matters not at all when your dog is among them.

While many dogs do experience reduced pain and increased mobility, other dogs are reported to show:

  • Lethargy
  • Drooling, shaking
  • Change in behavior, acting scared, hiding
  • Urinary incontinence
  • Refusing food or water
  • Diarrhea, vomiting
  • Ataxia, staggering, falling over
  • Hind end weakness, unable to get up
  • Kidney or liver damage
  • Seizures (new or increased)

Your vet may — or may not — describe all of the potential side effects of Librela, so think carefully and consider other pain management options before choosing.

Arthritis pain management

The original Thinking Dog, Jana, had severe osteoarthritis from a relatively young age. By age 3 or 4, she was balking at going down stairs, and I knew something was wrong. We tried, with various success:

  • Chiropractic adjustments
  • Acupuncture
  • Laser therapy
  • Supplemements — green lipped mussel, glucosamine, turmeric
  • CBD “treats”
  • Herbal medicine
  • Rimadyl and similar anti-inflamatory drugs

These helped Jana to feel better and remain active until she passed away several years ago at age 13 1/2. Cali also tried several of these approaches to pain management. Orly is a healthy, fit, and active 3-year-old who takes no medications (ah, youth!).

If I have another dog with arthritis, I will start with these options. I encourage you to do your own research! Each individual dog will respond differently to each treatment or combination of approaches.

 

 

Let It Snow!

Golden retriever Orly runs on a snowy field, tail waggingOrly was becoming discouraged. Depressed, even. She wanted snow. It was cold(ish) out and when she went hiking with her friends, they often found snow to play in. Orly lies on a small, thin patch of snow surrounded by brown grassBut walking around the neighborhood, even when we went to the parks and trails where she was allowed to run and play off leash … no snow.

She got so desperate that, whenever we found more than 5 snowflakes in the same place, she threw herself down and rolled in the “snow.” It was so sad…

But she must have pull with someone somewhere.

Orly rolls in a small patch of thin snow with grass surrounding itAfter doggedly rolling in every “snow” patch (mostly damp, soggy brown grass) for several days, Orly woke up one glorious morning to a thin coating of snow in her back yard!

More snow fell all that day and night. She watched — and rolled in snow — as her mom cleared the deck, the driveway, the front walks once… twice… and again. And again.

Golden retriever Orly plows through the snow nose first, buried up to her neckOn walks, Orly shoved her nose into the snow as she walked alongside the sidewalk, plowing through the beautiful snow with her snout. She bit at that wonderful snow and pawed at it. She ran around the back yard kicking up her snow and rolling in it some more. She lay down and dug in so that her whole body was coated in it. She rolled around some more.

Then the weather warmed up and that awful dripping sound of disappearing snow happened. The remaining snow was slushy and icky. Orly got her worried look — furrowed brow and all. She hoped really hard for more snow.

Overnight, her precious snow became hard and crusty, with some surprising slippery patches. Things were not looking good. Orly ran outside to play some more while there was still snow.

Then! The temperature dropped, gray clouds rolled in and — miracle of miracles — more  snow fell. At first, it was very light but, as the day went on, the snowfall got heavier and heavier. Lovely, large white snowflakes everywhere.

As of this writing, it’s still falling. Lots and lots of fluffy white snow, covering those icy patches right up.

Orly couldn’t be happier.Orly climbs onto her back deck, tail wagging, in early morning darkness; the snow-covered yard is behind her

 

 

2024 in Pictures

Goldens Dotty and Orly snuggle. Both wear gray sweaters. Orly rests her head on Dotty's hip.
Tired dogs cuddle on a cold January day

 

Black Lab Hildy and Golden Orly lie on the carpet and look at a stuffed moose
Orly and Guiding Eyes Hildy quickly become besties.

 

 

Dotty, a usually white golden retriever, wears a huge smile --- and a generous coat of black mud
…Sometimes, the girls had a little TOO much fun …

Happy 2025!

The Thinking Dog blog is taking a break in January … see you all in a few weeks!

Dotty Has Met Her Match!

Golden retrievers Orly and Dotty lick their orange toppl toys to get the food outDotty will be graduating soon as a hearing assistance dog!

She has met her new person and is learning to do the specific tasks that will become her daily work.

She’s been back with her trainer for a while, but recently came for a visit. Underneath her (slightly) more mature demeanor, that goofy puppy still lurks. She quickly emptied the toy box, strewing toys here and there, and putting on a little concert with the most, um, musical of them.

Golden retriever Orly and tiny white puppy Dotty enjoy licking treats from their West Paw tux and toppl toysIn the yard, Dotty headed straight for the digging  pit and quickly checked to see if the sand fairy had hidden any treasures that Orly had missed (she hadn’t). She then enjoyed a frozen treat with her sister, just like old times.

A red plastic fire hydrant on a white picket fence with a sign saying "Treats for your dog"
The neighborhood ‘treat hydrant’

On our neighborhood walk, she walked purposefully, but without pulling, straight to the treat hydrant and sat, waiting for her well-deserved reward. And when we went for a run at the golf course, she remembered — with great delight — all the best places to find deer poop.

After all that activity, it’s no surprise that, when we settled down on the TV-watching sofa, she snuggled in with a happy sigh for some petting and pampering.

Orly enjoyed playing with Dotty, but … wasn’t terribly sad to say good-bye again either. I think that Orly enjoys having her own house, yard, and human.

I am proud of Dotty and hope that she works hard, plays harder, and has a wonderful life and career.

Pillow Fight

Golden retriever Orly rests on my bed, atop a white and gray blanket, her head on my pillowOrly likes pillows. In the human sense, of wanting to rest her head on one when she sleeps — not the usual golden retriever sense of loving to shred them.

I frequently find her curled on my bed with her head resting on the pillow, wearing a big, sweet smile.

When no actual pillow is at paw, she uses other dogs…

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or even toys, a stand-ins.

Looking through photos of her, I realized that it actually started when she was a puppy; I clearly wasn’t paying enough attention.

When, not long ago, I woke up to find her sharing my pillow, though, I decided a line had been crossed. I mean, cuddling was sweet, but … yeah, I don’t share my pillow with anyone.

The only possible solution? Orly needed her own pillow.

So I got her one for her recent birthday. The only thing left to do was negotiate which side (and what proportion) of the bed she gets. Her opening offer was 3/4 for her, taken from the middle.

Except …

Golden ORly curls up on a tan bedspread, her head on my pillow; her own pillow in a white case, behind herSomehow,  my solution doesn’t appear to be catching on. Yet.