A Pup Amidst the Putters

Miss Darby loves balls.  Maybe not as much as the most ball-obsessed retrievers I've ever heard of. But still -- a LOT.  So it was a wonderful challenge to take her on the outing to the Pelly's miniature golf course (just across from the Del Mar Racetrack) organized by CCI puppy master and Mentor Supreme LeAnn Buchanan.

Darby with LeAnn

Around a dozen past and present puppy raisers and several pups were in attendance. I wound up in one of the groups playing on the surf-themed course, and it was lovely to be able to hand Darby over to other experienced hands every time it was my turn to play. By the end, I was even able to order her to stay while I putted my ball into the hole (all too often after 5 or 6 strokes).

As for Darby, she managed to deposit a truly gargantuan pile of puppy poop just off the 11th hole. But that was easily cleaned up (by me).  And to her credit, she never once disgraced herself in the presence of all those tempting little balls.

This is as close as she got to an attack.

Uh-oh!

Months ago, I thought Darby might turn out to be a swimmer.  Her digging in her water bowl made me think this.  But instead of extending that enthusiasm for water to the pool, she instead morphed it into a daily attack on her water bowl -- first the digging and then a wild flipping of the bowl and chasing of it around the patio. This has looked something like this:

 

This has brought only pleasure to Darby, who also taught herself how to drink from the doggy hose big.  But poor Mr. Tucker has never felt comfortable drinking from it, so every day after she attacks the bowl, he has to drink from the pool. (Until we remember to fill the bowl again.)

Still, she has shown no interest in REAL swimming, even at the big 4th of July  party in Coronado, where there was some wild canine pool action.  And then all of a sudden today, she started digging at the water from the top step of the pool. Steve called me and I saw her make a decision: to launch herself into the water.  This is what we saw then:

She cruised around for a while and seemed to be trying to get the hang of making turns.  After a while, she got out.  But hours later, we heard a splash and there she was again.

It's been 30 years since we had a swimming dog.
Yikes!

Darby's Eight!

Eight months old, that is -- today.  And I'm taking a pledge to be more consistent about reporting her progress. 

Like all of our puppies have done, she's succeeding well in puppy school.  She just completed the "puppy kindergarten" section two weeks ago, so next week we'll begin the "Basic" instruction (already she knows about 20 commands).

But in some ways, Darby is uniquely Darby.  Let me count them:

-- She's the retrievingest retriever I've ever lived with.  She pretty much can't go outside without snatching up something -- a toy or a ball or a flower or a stone or a twig or whatever's on the ground nearby -- and carrying it with her. I've had more ball-obsessed CCI pups (Brando first and foremost), but no dog who seemed to have more of a need to pick things up at random.  Often she'll bring them to me, and if I don't notice what she's got, she'll circle around and around, occasionally moaning softly.  She seems to want me to take whatever she's got.

-- She's the biggest barker of any CCI pup we've had.  The strange thing is she only barks at Tucker, trying to get him to play with her.  While Tucker once in a while can be provoked in this way, mostly he just looks morose at having his eardrums shattered yet again. Annoyingly, we have not yet succeeded in teaching Darby to Speak.

-- She's the only puppy we've had who every morning delights in pouncing upon her water bowl and digging wildly at it, spilling all the water and then attacking the bowl insanely.

At eight months, her worst habits are jumping up on us (and others) -- and baiting Tucker with that high-decibel barking. Like most of our CCI pups, she hasn't yet learned to verbally alert us when she needs to go out to urinate or defecate.  So although she's 95% reliable about toileting outside, we still find the occasional pile in a corner or puddle near the door.

But she's a sweet and charming girl and a champion snuggler who's easy to live with. We're looking forward to the next 8 months with her.
 

Graduation Day

Steve commented this morning on how different it was to participate in a CCI graduation ceremony with a graduating dog (rather than a puppy being placed). In the past, when we turned in Tucker and then Yuli and then Brando, we'd seen the little video presentation introducing the graduates (the dog recipients), and we'd been touched by their stories and warmed by the thought of how the dogs would be improving their lives. But yesterday, the persistent thoughts that assailed both Steve and me were: Who are these people who'll be taking Brando? Are they responsible? Will they treat him well? Will they love him?

The Sun-Times reports about Aimee and Yuliy's saga made it more than obvious that if anyone deserved a break, it was them. Bur deserving a break after suffering terrible reversals is not the same as loving a dog. So almost as soon as I was introduced to Aimee and Yuriy and Amy's mother Debbie (who came along from their home on the south side of Chicago and also learned how to work with Brando), I asked Aimee how they had learned about CCI and decided to apply for a canine companion. She told me they had long wanted a dog. Yuliy's childhood pet had been killed shortly after he had his accident, and that had come as one more bitter blow. But they hadn't had the time to train a puppy; to teach it to behave well. Recently, they'd gotten a house with a nice yard. And when they learned about CCI, it seemed like the perfect opportunity.

What a great response, I thought. These are folks who realize that dogs need training and safe quarters. And in the conversation that flowed among us in the hour that followed, Aimee and Debbie sounded like they were enchanted by Brando -- charmed by his passion for balls and love of the fluffy toy they'd given him; warmed by his capacity for melting into you and suffusing you with his cuddly love. Yuriy can't say very much, but he made it clear he wanted to give me a hug. And his wife told me he had also insisted on giving at least a few verbal commands to Brando himself. She said Yuriy sometimes became very anxious, but when soft, soft Brando climbed into his lap or snuggled up against him in bed, Yuliy calmed. He seemed happier than she had seen him in years, she told me.

By the time the brunch ended, Steve and I were convinced that these were wonderful people -- the best anyone could want for the puppy they had raised.  And our reunion with Brando a little later reminded us of what a lovely soul they were getting.  I could see him recognize us and explode with happy tail-wagging wiggliness.  He looked ecstatic, laying on this back, getting his belly rubbed and his nose caressed.  He was the puppy I had loved for 16 months -- but also a calmer, obviously more mature and solid animal.

We got to walk him over to the mission and hang out with him till noon, when the graduation ceremony began.  He sat with us during most of the ceremony, laying calmly at my feet.  I barely registered most of what was going on.  I felt magnetized by Brando, who's made me laugh more and charmed me more than maybe any dog I've ever had.  I felt the moments slipping by, and I didn't dread the thought of giving him away forever, because I'd become convinced it truly WAS his mission to bring more love and joy into the home of Aimee and Yuriy (where great love is already clearly present).  But I still felt transfixed by the enormity of the moment bearing down on me -- like standing on shore as a cruise ship approaches to dock.

When they finally called our names, I was happy that the entire assembly rose to their feet and cheered for Yuriy as least as loudly as they had for the other veterans receiving dogs. Or was it louder? (or was that only in my imagination?)  When we handed over Brando's leash, he climbed up on Yuriy's lap and nuzzled his face and wagged his tail.  Clearly, he was in a place that made him happy.

It was a deeply emotional experience about which I could write much more.  But I won't.  I'll only mention the other most persistent realization we both took from the experience.  Over and over in the past few weeks, people have complimented Steve and me and told us how noble and virtuous and selfless we are to raise these puppies to give away to someone else whose life will be enriched. This has long seemed like a sham to us. The truth is that we raise the puppies because doing so gives us endless pleasure and entertainment, and also because we cherish the community of fine people who get involved with CCI. 

But it's also true that it IS difficult to say goodbye to a fabulous dog that you love a lot.  Now that we've gone the whole distance, I can testify that knowing that the dog is going to someone extraordinary, someone who will love the dog even more than we would, goes a long, long way to making it easier.    

Aimee's thank you note to us.

Brando's new family

We learned something about Brando's new family from this article in the Chicago Sun-Times:

They sound pretty special.  We'll meet them Friday.

A Good Match!

We got another call from Stu at CCI this morning, informing us that Brando's "pre-match" with Yuriy and Aimee has been confirmed.  He is definitely set to graduate Friday.

Seasoned CCI puppyraisers do talk about at least one dog who made it all the way to the day of graduation, only to bolt at a cat -- and be summarily released.  But I can't imagine Brando doing something like that. 

I also cannot wait to see him again after the brunch Friday morning that will introduce us to his new owners.  Once it's over, we'll get to spend about 20 final minutes playing with him and once again stroking his velvety, velvety fur.  And taking pictures that will assuredly be posted here.

Pre-matched!!!!!!

We got the call this morning that we've never gotten before.  It was Stu Wahrenbrock, letting us know that Brando has been "pre-matched" to Yuri Zmysly, a 27-year-old young man from Illinois.  Yuri, Brando, and Yuri's wife Aimee will spend a lot of time together in the next few days. In fact, kennel life for Brando ends today. He'll spend tonight in Yuri and Aimee's room. If they click well over the next few days, Stu will let us know next Tuesday. Then it's graduation here we all come (barring some catastrophic bad behavior on Brando's part.)

Stu didn't know any details about the injury that disabled Yuri, but the fact that his dog would be classed as a skilled companion (rather than a service dog) suggests that it was severe enough to rob Yuri of the physical and/or manual dexterity necessary to control a dog. (Aimee will help him with that.) We'll learn much more next week, assuming all goes well, when the puppy raisers meet the folks who'll be receiving their dogs at a brunch (on the morning of Friday, August 12.)

In the meantime, I've put together a "baby book" to share with Yuri and Aimee some of Brando's journey on the way to them.  To check it out, click here. (If you click on the square with the arrows in the lower right-hand corner, you can view it full-screen and advance by clicking on the arrow to the right of the main image.)