Hangin’ Tree Cowdogs

I strongly suggest that if you ever stumble upon the opportunity to stand in the middle of a field while three Hangin’ Tree Cowdogs herd an ample population of cattle towards you, enveloping you into their horde, you take it.

We recently spent a morning at the cattle ranch belonging to Carol and Guy Maberry of Hilger, Montana. Replacing the traditional ranch hand is the Hangin’ Tree Cowdog, one of which can often accomplish the work of two people. Hangin’ Tree dogs are bred specifically to trail, find, and move herds of cattle. During our time with the Maberrys, we met their three primary working dogs (Rio, Pink, and Lucy), and had the good fortune of watching them in action.

Carol and Guy Maberry, and their dogs Pink (far left, merle), Rio (front and center), and Lucy (far right)

Hangin’ Tree Cowdogs were founded and developed in Oklahoma in the 1980s by Gary Ericsson and his son, Choc. To yield the ultimate cowdog, the Ericssons utilized four breeds of dogs:

  • 1/4th Kelpie, giving them endurance, toughness, short hair, and strong herding instinct
  • 3/8th Border Collie, providing a dog that is a quick learner, an intense herder, and works the livestock by way of authoritative eye contact
  • 1/8th Catahoula Leopard, bringing the ability to trail, find, and hold up cattle with their highly sensitive noses
  • 1/4th Australian Shepherd, contributing agility and an innate ability to handle cattle (Only one Australian Shepherd was used in the line – “Black Bear” who won Idaho and Montana Stockdog Championships and ultimately sold for $20,000)

Hangin’ Tree Cowdogs are bred for endurance, intelligence, courageousness, loyalty, and their willingness and ability to perform grueling work under harsh conditions. Their coat is short and slick, an effective defense against bothersome stickers and burs while working in the field. They are able to work in both heat and cold; the development of a thick undercoat during the winter months serves to protect them from bitter temperatures. Their tails are docked to help avoid injury – some naturally, some surgically. Unlike other dog registration requirements, the Hangin’ Tree Cowdog Association bases registry on performance. Dogs must show a willingness to nip at both the heads and heels of cattle in order to be certified.

For me, the most notable trait that these dogs possess is the ability to control their impulses. Their genetics compel them to work the herd, moving them as directed by whistles or verbal commands provided by their handler or by their ingrained instincts. The concentration they maintain on the livestock is impassioned, unwavering, and palpable. Although many of their movements are self-directed based on experience, the handler will interject a command when needed. At times, it is necessary to get the dogs to cease driving the herd at all. From across the field, Guy can override their innate drive to push the herd with a simple “down,” and they will drop to the ground, quivering in anticipation of his next directive.

Back to the scene in which the dogs are driving the entire herd straight towards and around me. I’m a California girl, having become a resident of Montana only recently. Although I have experience working directly with animals for more years than I care to count, I found myself slightly nervous to have 30+ head of cattle moving directly towards us as Carol and I stood in the middle of the field. As Guy was directing the dogs, I glanced inconspicuously at Carol to pick up on any hints that we should start running for our lives, but there were none. As they passed, I could hear the beat of their hooves against the dry earth, strong enough to feel its pulse in my chest. I listened to the chorus of their grunts and puffs of protest. Shimmering strings of saliva fell from their muzzles to the dusty earth below. I could smell their musty, earthy, leathery scent.

After they passed and I caught my breath, I couldn’t wait for the dogs to bring them back my way again.

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The Confidence to Be a Water Dog

According to Desmond Morris’s Dogs, Labrador Retrievers worked the shoreline of Newfoundland long before migrating to the Old World. “Some worked from land, swimming out to retrieve the cork floats of the nets; others worked from the fishing boats, leaping overboard to grab the [fishing] nets and swim ashore with them, so that the fishermen could empty out the fish.”

I didn’t specifically have a water dog in mind when we decided to add another member to our family, but after I brought Emma home, I couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t swim. It should have just happened naturally, right?

At the time, we lived close to the California coast, which offers multiple places where dogs can romp on the beach and swim in the protected inlets of the bay. We took our new water puppy religiously, thinking the spark in her brain would happen any second and send her launching into the waters to bring things back to us. I remember standing on the beach, watching all of the other Labradors entering the waters with unbridled enthusiasm. They played keep away, danced in the gentle ebbs and flows of the surf, and raced each other out to whatever had been thrown into the water to entice them. Comforted by the solidity of the earth, Emma stayed on shore and observed the others with only a mild curiosity.

A Very Young Emma, Crissy Field, San Francisco, California

I became slightly obsessed with the entire situation. Why wouldn’t she swim?

As the months rolled by, she was provided with ample opportunities to embrace her genetics – but on her own schedule. Over time she began wandering farther and farther out, always stopping short as the water level found its way to the line of her shoulders. There she would stand gazing out at the water, before turning and racing back to solid ground. Occasionally she would paw at the water with one of her forefeet before retreating, but that was about it.

As a dog learns his or her world, we can only act as a catalyst – providing the opportunities, encouragement, safe environments, training, boundaries, praise, and positive reinforcements to help them develop confidence and maturity. I have heard of several people who had approached their dog’s water reluctance by “throwing them in” and forcing them to swim, and often suggested I do the same. I don’t much see the value in that. In fact, I see a dog that may ultimately develop a fear of the water, and mistrust in his owner.

So, I left it all up to Emma.

We usually greet each day with a long hike along a Montana river front trail, which also includes access to a small lake. During every walk we would pause on the lake’s shore, allowing her the time to wander out and explore as much as she felt comfortable. Then last week, at the age of 16 months, she took the plunge. I had been tossing a stick into the lake for encouragement, and she finally decided to go and get it. And then again…and again. Being a water dog was on her schedule, when she was ready.

Wild Bill Lake, Red Lodge, Montana

Now, if I can figure out how to get her to come out of the water…

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I Love Agility – Fun Match, YDS, 3/31/2012

Equal Opportunities for Big and Small

Grace

Team Work

Focus

Intensity

Companionship

 

 

Additional images here.

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A Letter to Gizmo

The feelings of sadness and confusion that I have since reading about you and the other dogs occupy such a large part of my brain that it feels like a painful cancer from which I cannot escape. Not that it will change anything that you and the others had to endure, but I am so very sorry.

So many things are wrong with what happened, but in one twisted way – something right happened too. Thankfully, 22-year-old Joshua Moore and the 13-year-old boy were moronic enough to post the videos of your pain and torture on You Tube, prompting animal rights activists to contact the authorities. Now you and the others have a second chance at the life you unconditionally deserve.

How anyone can even dream up some of the things that you all went through (let alone carry out) before posting it for the world to see is far beyond anything I can comprehend.

How painful it must have been when they used duct tape to remove the hair from your genitalia before pouring alcohol over the sensitive raw skin. One of the other dogs must have felt utterly terrified as he was thrown up in the air repeatedly and allowed to drop to the ground. You are all such small dogs to begin with – Terriers and Chihuahua mixes – it’s amazing that any of you were able to survive. Pouring lemon juice down your throats, forcing you to eat your own feces, suspending one of you by a harness and spinning you so fast that you “looked like a propeller,” hiding the litter of five helpless puppies from their Mom and allowing her to hear their cries while she frantically searched for them…one person performing the torture, the other videotaping it.

The authorities that rescued you are calling it “the worst abuse case” the Chicago Police animal crimes team has seen in more than three years.

And yet Joshua and the teenager were confused by why everyone was making such a big deal about it, and showed no remorse for their actions towards you.

None at all.

Besides the pain and suffering that they forced on all of you, two other issues burn in my brain. First, there is a proven link between humans that are capable of abusing animals and who then go on to abuse humans. Secondly, how many other situations are occurring that are similar to yours…but go undetected, unnoticed, unpunished?

Fortunately, their stupidity extended beyond the deplorable acts against you, compelling them to identify themselves and post the videos on the Internet. In doing so, your rescue was swift.

The news reports that you cower from hands that reach towards you. Although nothing can erase what has happened and no explanation can be communicated to you to help you understand the torture is over, the gentle hands that care for you now will hopefully help you mend and to trust humans again.

In your case, time will indeed heal.

 

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Yellowstone Dog Sports Fun Match, 2/19/2012 (AKA Happy Birthday, Elaine!)

Some maneuvered the course with a meticulous sincerity, moving at their own speed but performing every obstacle with military precision. Others bounced along, tails held high and barking their happiness.

Pat Bruski's Norfolk Terrier, Riley

 

Yet others attacked the course with such acceleration and intensity that the handlers had to struggle to keep up with their dog’s next thought as they rocketed from one obstacle to the next.

 

Even Emma made her inaugural appearance in the ring…well, until she left her handler mid-thought to go ingratiate herself with the spectators. (A horrible habit that I will continue to help her learn to overcome, if it’s the very last thing I do!)

Okay, There Wasn't Any Snow, or a Toy, But You Get the Picture....

No matter how each dog approached the agility course at yesterday’s fun match at Yellowstone Dog Sports, everyone had a great time.  It is always such a delight to watch agility dogs work…to see the level of communication they have developed with their handlers, their determination, focus and athleticism, and at times, their sense of humor.

These are just a few of the shots that Phil acquired during yesterday’s match. To see all of them, please click here. If you identify your dog in any of the photographs, please email me (cerebralcanine@gmail.com) and give me you and your dog’s name, his or her breed, and the DSC number(s) for the photos specific to you so we can appropriately caption the shots.

If he didn’t manage to capture a good shot of you and your dog working yesterday, he will be at the next event too!

Lucy begins her agility training later this week!

Lucy, Being Agile

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Working Dogs – Jenny Greger

As Phil and I continue to gather information and photographs for our book on working dogs, not only are we meeting some fantastic dogs, but owners/handlers as well. Recently we spent an afternoon with a musher from Bozeman, Montana – Jenny Greger. Two things make her story compelling: some members of her sled team are rescue dogs, and she is 16 years old.

Jenny and Alice

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jenny’s father is an experienced musher, and Jenny is rapidly following in his footsteps. She participates in several races annually, including the Jr. John Beargrease Race, the Jr. Race to the Sky (in which she recently placed 1st), and the Jr. Iditarod. In the off-season, Jenny shows her Belgian Tervuren, JB, in obedience, rally, agility, and jr. showmanship.

Jenny and Her Team Racing in the Rodeo Run, West Yellowstone Montana, 2011

Her life is dedicated to her dogs.

McGee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What impresses me most about Jenny is the palpable connection she has with every one of her dogs.  When we entered the kennel area, all eyes were immediately focused on Jenny. As she took me around to introduce me to each member of her team, I could feel the mutual love and respect that she and the dogs shared for each other. As effortless as her next breath, Jenny was able to tell me each dogs’ name, history, and individual personality characteristics. She is able to tell, just from the sound of a bark or a howl, which dog is calling to her. Before moving on down the line to the next dog, she would take a few moments to deliver an eagerly and mutually anticipated hug.

Paul

Although winning a sledding event is important, Jenny considers receiving the “Best Cared for Team” award to be far better than even first place (which she has for numerous events).  “My dogs are first and foremost family,” she emphasizes.

Don’t tell the others, but I have a favorite.

In 2008, 33 sled dogs were found neglected and abandoned in West Yellowstone. They were emaciated, several had frostbite, and one had his collar embedded in his neck. Evidenced by the lack of tracks in the snow, it was clear that no one had provided care to the dogs for a very long time. They had no food, water, or shelter. One day after the dogs were rescued, a litter of puppies was born, and then another four days later. Jenny and her family fostered the puppies from both litters.

Khufu was part of the second litter.

Khufu

Since his mother did not receive proper care during her pregnancy, Khufu suffered from bone growth problems in his early life. In 2008, he broke every bone in his left rear foot. After a surgery to repair the fractures with pins and screws, it was questionable as to whether or not he would lose the foot altogether. After being left for dead in his mother’s womb, Khufu made a full recovery and went on to become Jenny’s main leader dog during the 2009-2010 race season. She describes him as “fast and very intense.”

Without benefit of being pulled by him through the snow, I would say, “handsome and cuddly.”

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YDS – Febuary and March 2012

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 19 AGILITY FUN MATCH (10am-1pm)  $5/Run
POT LUCK LUNCH!!  Rosettes for first 12 CLEAN RUNS or if you are spectacular and ALMOST clean!
NADAC BEGINNER AGILITY TESTS (2) starting at 2pm   $10/test
OBEDIENCE PRACTICE GROUP TIME CHANGES
(so it doesn’t conflict with the agility group since some people want to do BOTH).
Sunday, Feb. 12 10-11:30am
NO Obed. Group on the 18th
Saturday, Feb. 25 10:00-11:30am   (Kelly Track at NOON)
Saturday, Mar. 3    1:00-2:30pm
Saturday, Mar. 10  10:00-11:30 (Kelly Track at NOON)  This is new date for obed. group!
Saturday, Mar. 17   10:00-11:30  This is new date for obed. group!!
SATURDAY ADVANCED BEGINNER AGILITY GROUP (LIMIT 4 – you MUST sign up!)
Feb. 11  1-2:30pm  (Cathy, Caity)
Feb. 18  10:30-12pm  (Caity, Lynn, Lisa)
Feb. 25  10:30-12pm  (Caity, Lynn)
Mar. 3    10:30-12pm   (Caity, Lynn)
Mar. 10  1:00-2:30pm
Mar. 17  10:30-12pm  (Caity, Lynn)
Mar. 24  10:30-12pm  (Caity, Lynn)
Mar. 31   FUN MATCH (ALL LEVELS) and Craft Faire 10am-2pm
SUNDAY INTERMEDIATE AGILITY GROUP  (LIMIT 6 – you MUST sign up!)
10:30-12pm  Feb. 12, 26, Mar. 4, 11, 18, 25
1:00- 2:30 pm SUNDAY BEGINNER AGILITY GROUP (LIMIT 4 – you MUST sign up!!)
Feb. 12  (Lois, Kristi, Margaret)
Feb. 19 FUN MATCH ALL LEVELS 10am-1pm
Feb. 26 (Kristi, Rachael)
Mar. 4   (Kristi, Rachael)
Mar. 11 (Kristi, Rachael, Caity)
Mar. 18 (Kristi, Rachael)
Mar. 25 (Kristi, Rachael)
APRIL 1 – HIKING WITH DOGS WORKSHOP w/NANCY TANNER (no classes if workshop fills)
AKC OBSTACLES and SEQUENCES  (Limit 6 – Please sign up!)
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 18 1:00-2:30  (Kay, Caity)
SATURDAY, MARCH 17        1:00-2:30  (Caity)
March 10-11 TRACKING, TREIBBALL, RALLY and FREESTYLE (with Judy and Nancy)
Contact me to sign up (some of these classes are already getting FULL)
SATURDAY MARCH 31 – SPRING OPEN HOUSE/CRAFT FAIRE/AGILITY FUN MATCH!
10am-12pm  Lunch Available.  Spectators Welcome.  $5/run
SUNDAY APRIL 1 HIKING WITH DOGS WORKSHOP WITH NANCY TANNER!!  (PLEASE LET Elaine KNOW ASAP if you are interested in this).  9am-4pm $65 for working spot includes lunch.
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A Final Resting Place

I didn’t really even notice him enter the lobby. Lucy kept me distracted, dancing at my feet and whining her protest in hopes of convincing me that the impending nail trim was unnecessary. I believe it was his posture, his body language that pulled my attention his way. As he shuffled towards the receptionist’s desk, he gently cradled a rectangular, decorative tin container against the warmth of his flannel shirt. At the end of his long journey to the desk, his hands, misshapen by the years and curled with arthritis, gently placed the tin in front of the receptionist.

The technician came to gather an indignant Chihuahua from me, and my concentration switched from the developing scene at the desk to trying to convince Lucy that to acquiesce would be in everyone’s best interest. As my attentions returned to the gentleman, it appeared as though there had been some confusion on the part of the receptionist as to what he needed, but confusion quickly transitioned into melancholy silence as she retrieved something from the desk across the way.

She returned with a round silver tin in her hands. Matching his gentle lead, she placed it softly up on the counter next to the one he had yet to allow his hands to part from. He asked that she grant him a moment to turn away. Movements slowed under the heavy weight of sorrow, he turned so he was no longer facing the side-by-side canisters. She delicately removed a small plastic bag of ashes from the silver tin, and placed them into the other.

Several seconds passed, both he and the receptionist unsure as to what the proper protocol was in such a situation. He wore dark glasses, so as to keep his heartache a private matter. His hands returned to rest on the tin’s lid, an awkward attempt to find comfort in again being close to his companion. His chin began to quiver faintly, which he used as a personal cue to gather the tin against his flannel shirt once again, and make the slow journey back to his car.

I wanted so very much to provide him with whatever words of comfort I could offer, but did not want to intrude on his intimate moment. I wanted to tell him how very sorry I was for his loss, how I understood his pain. I wanted to tell him that I had been the recipient of animals’ ashes in the past, and he will find peace by having them still with him. I wanted to tell him that there are times that I connect so closely with my dogs that my heart aches from the happiness I experience. I wanted to tell him that his friend knew the love he had for him, and that he had provided his pet with a full and contented life.

After he left the lobby, the receptionist told me that the animal had been a very elderly Chihuahua, and had passed away at home.

As the technician brought Lucy back out from having her nail trim, I felt that same pain of happiness in my heart as she took her place at my side.

One of My Best Friends

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DINOS vs. MDIF

As you know from a previous blog post, Emma and I are making up for my prior mistakes by spending a lot of our time working on ignoring distractions while out in public.  My friend, Ellen Calnan, recently sent a link to me that nicely mirrored our current focus. Emma and I have now officially transitioned from a MDIF (My Dog is Friendly) to a newbie member of DINOS (Dogs in Need of Space), and it is very interesting experiencing things from the other side.

Yesterday, I took Emma on a walk at River Front Park here in Billings. It is literally right across the highway from Norm’s Island (where we used to walk each day) but unlike Norm’s, dogs are required to be leashed.

As has been previously establish by my humble confessions, having Emma out in public is generally a nightmare – for everyone involved.  She LOVES to say hi to everyone…other dogs, people, deer, you name it.  Rude dog behavior, and (although we are working hard to achieve it) she is not under voice command for reliable recalls.  So, when we are out and she spots a dog, her immediate reaction is to take off after it.  Unfortunately, both owner and dog alike generally don’t embrace such an intrusive greeting.

I used to be a MDIF…she would take off, and I would immediately start shouting at the owner, “my dog is friendly!!” hoping that would somehow temper Emma’s eminent impact. Now, I am a born again DINOS.  Emma is ALWAYS on leash when we are out, and our walks are constant training sessions to help her to learn self-control around other dogs. If another dog appears, I immediately pull her slightly off the walking path, place her in a sit-stay, and attempt to get her to focus on me instead of whatever distraction has presented itself.

It’s an enlightening experience, being over on the other side of the equation.

There were two situations that occurred during yesterday’s walk that merit mentioning.  First, when we were returning to the car, I noticed a gentleman walking what appeared from afar to be an elderly Border collie mix.  When I saw them, I immediately began to plan my approach.  Emma was on leash, as was the other dog.  They were approaching their vehicle from behind, and Emma and I were walking along the front of the row of cars.  I continued to walk well beyond the Sequoia before circling around back behind the line of vehicles to load her up – hoping by the time we arrived, the gentleman would have had enough time to have his dog safely in his truck.

No such luck.

As we rounded the back fender of the Sequoia, there they both stood.  He said to me, “My dog is really friendly, can he say hi?”  (Thank you very much for asking, but please wait until I answer before you let your dog wander over.)  There was a part of me that felt guilty, actually, and I almost felt compelled to provide a detailed explanation as to why I didn’t want his obviously calm and friendly dog near mine.  I settled with, “No, because I’m trying to train my dog to ignore other dogs.”  He looked a combination of slightly offended mixed in with some confusion, but acquiesced.

It's Really Bad When this Comes at You

Earlier during our walk, we crossed paths with a woman who was in the company of two Border collies and a Sheltie. As soon as I spotted them, I took Emma slightly off the path and put her on the usual sit-stay and began attempting focused eye contact.  One would think, perhaps, that if they saw an owner trying very obviously to keep their dog off of the path and distracted from the other dogs…well, maybe that is too much to hope for.

The woman had the Sheltie on leash, but the Border collies were free.  “My dogs are friendly!” I heard as they immediately came up to Emma. It is just too much, at this point in her training, to expect her to ignore dogs that are nudging her with their noses.  This early in her training as a DINOS, it is impossible to require her to maintain her sit-stay…so it ended with all three dogs circling each other in the usual dog greeting dance.

Interestingly enough, the Sheltie was a DINOS too!  As we attempted to continue on our way and walked past the woman (now on the side of the path and saying apologetically, “It’s just this one, only this one doesn’t like other dogs.”) the Sheltie maintained a steady low throaty growl directed at Emma.

I am not being rude in not allowing Emma to interact with your dog.  I am simply trying to help her mature into a polite dog that can be in any situation and keep her wits about her.  Case in point:  at last week’s agility class, a woman entered the arena in preparation for her class, and Emma immediately left the ring and charged towards her.  Not good. I still feel embarrassed by that event. Although her intentions are always innocent, her behavior is unacceptable.

So, if you see someone on the side of the path emphatically trying to hold their Labrador’s attention off of your dogs, please just pass on by.

A Polite Emma

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PETA and Crate-Training

PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) recently began an ad campaign condemning the use of crates for dogs, under any circumstances.  It was not hard to miss, as the one I saw took up one-half of an entire page of a recent edition of the Wall Street Journal.

The text is a bit difficult to read, but says: “Be an Angel for Animals.  Walk your dogs every day.  Don’t ever crate or chain them.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I imagine that people who are opposed to the use of crates for dogs are viewing it solely from the perspective of humans.  As humans, we don’t like even the thought of being locked in a small space, and to have our freedom taken away; the very thought of it compares so strikingly to being in prison.

But they are not humans, they are dogs – and the fact is that the use of crates is not cruel.

First, crates serve the imperative purpose of keeping our puppies safe.  Puppies and adolescent dogs love to chew on things…furniture, walls, clothing, electrical cords, etc.  If the owner is not home to properly supervise the dog, the guaranteed way to ensure that the destructive and potentially harmful behaviors will not occur is to keep them crated.  I worked as a veterinary surgical nurse for several years, and you would be amazed at some of the things we removed from the stomachs of puppies and young dogs.

When Emma was a pup, she was crate-trained immediately.  Around six months of age, Phil and I suffered a very temporary bout of feeling overly confident about her maturity.  We sectioned off a portion of the house and dedicated it (by way of a child’s gate) to be her home when we were out and about.  The very first (and last) time she was left alone, she consumed a generous helping of the baseboards.

It is important to note that the dog should not be crated until after all of his needs are met:  food, water, potty break, exercise, more exercise, and human interaction.  Also important is to make the crate a “happy place” (and never for punishment).  The crate should also be utilized both when the owners are at home, as well as away. If used properly, crates will become a place of comfort and security for the dog.  Of course, all of this should be done in conjunction with basic obedience training.

As Emma matured and was able to be trusted in the house alone, her crate remained, door propped open, in a corner of the bedroom.  We would often find her curled up in its comforting shadows of her own accord.

Crates are also crucial in the housebreaking process.  Dogs do not like to soil their immediate environment, particularly where they sleep.  To this day, Emma relieves herself in the corner of the yard that is the very furthest from the house.  By crating puppies as they are learning proper toilet etiquette, owners can more effectively predict when the pup needs to eliminate.  If the dog is escorted to the designated area at regular intervals, and has the opportunity to be praised (profusely) when they successfully potty like big dogs, the less likely they will be to soil the expensive Turkish rug in the living room.

Finally, crates are, by far, the safest method of transporting dogs during rides in the car.  In the event of an accident, dogs can be thrown from the car and severely injured (or killed).  If they were lucky enough to have escaped injury, their likely default to such a traumatic event would be to run away from it.  And probably into traffic.  You get my point.  Securing the crates to the car with cables or straps increases their safety factor even more.

What I thought interesting about PETA’s ad was the high likelihood for unintended consequences.  During my time working at a shelter, the majority of the owner-surrendered dogs were due to behavioral issues.  The two most commonly checked boxes on the “why don’t you want your dog anymore” form were 1)  destructive behaviors around the house, and 2)  issues with housebreaking.

I wonder…if those owners had taken the time to educate themselves as to the benefits of crate-training, perhaps their dogs would still have a home.

Emma and Snickers Playing Tug-of-War at Norm's Island

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