My name is Dr. V. Actually, it’s Jessica, followed by a long last name that no one can ever pronounce correctly, so I think it’s best that we just do what everyone at my work does and call me Dr. V. You can call me Jessica if you insist, but don’t expect me to answer any questions about your dog if you do. READ MORE >>

Teach me, Jedi master

Monday, August 24, 2009

As a vet, I get asked behavior questions all the time, both at work and here through the blog. They are important questions, questions that set the tone for the entire bonding process and the life of the pet. They are complicated questions, more often than not. I am happy to answer them as follows:

“Has he been to training?” I ask. If they say no, I tell them to go find one. If they say yes, I tell them to call their trainer and ask them. Boom. Next question. Hopefully it’s about roundworms.

dog training

The thing is, I know a lot of the basics: crate training is good, fear is the source of much aggression, number of litterboxes should equal number of cats plus 1. I know the concepts, but the execution thereof is another story altogether. It usually involves a conversation longer than I am able to address in the time I am given for an appointment, even if I were well qualified, which I am not. I don’t mean to be dismissive when I’m not able to go into the minutiae of crate training during a vaccine appointment, I just feel you are better served by someone who answers that question all day every day. I would hope the trainer would do in kind by referring specific health questions to me, which they usually do. In severe cases, a veterinary behaviorist may be in order.

With both Emmett and Mulan I put them through a basic adult obedience class at the local pet store; it was fine for general manners, but I wouldn’t say either of them were highly obedient. I decided since I had a puppy, young and impressionable and not yet screwed up, I wanted to go all the way and train him thoroughly.

So I did what any seasoned, insider veterinary professional would do when looking for a dog trainer- I googled “San Diego dog trainer.” (I’m lazy.) There are a lot of options. A family member suggested a program that uses electric collars- I know it worked for her and her dog did well, but I just couldn’t bring myself to feel right about it. I read some reviews, thought about what was important to me, and found a place whose philosophy seemed in line with mine.

We had our first private session this weekend, and it confirmed an approach that seemed natural, logical, and effective. The trainer, as it turns out, has worked with a few of my colleagues- all with great dogs (I suppose I could have saved myself some time by just asking them for recommendations in the first place, but it would have deprived me of the joy of surfing the web). The training tools we will use are a plain collar, a leash, and my voice, and we’ll go from there. When Brody’s done with his vaccines, we’ll add in group classes. They offer beginning through advanced obedience, therapy dog / good citizen certification, and agility. They know a lot more than I do about what dogs are thinking.

I feel the same way about kids, which is why the preschool teacher for my two was able to accomplish in one week the potty training I had failed at for over a year. The idea of homeschooling gives me the shakes and I get all sweaty. Mammalian behavior, in general, is not my strong suit.

There is something reassuring about having someone more experienced than you walking you through a process and giving you feedback, even if it’s stuff you kind of know, but not particularly well. I’m hoping it will also help me give a little more solid advice in the office; at the very least, I can offer a bit more sympathy to those having housetraining issues before handing them my trainer’s card then returning to feeling for descended testicles.

A midsummer night’s fluffball

Friday, August 21, 2009

How now, spirit! whither wander you?

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere.

I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

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Thursday, August 20, 2009

I go on autopilot sometimes, as we all do when we’re performing an activity we have done with some degree of repetition. Today, I was reciting my usual spiel to an owner who adopted a cat from a shelter who had, as is often the case, an upper respiratory infection. One of the common causative agents is the feline herpesvirus, and for that reason many veterinarians recommend L-Lysine (an amino acid) as part of the treatment regime.

“So in conclusion,” I summarized, “you should get some Lysine because it inhibits replication of the herpes virus, and let me know if your cat starts dripping green stuff from her nose. Any questions?”

I look up and see a face that is wavering between confused and horrified.

“But….she’s a kitten,” the owner says.

I nod in agreement.

“And she’s fixed,” he protests.

Again, he is correct.

“So…” he chokes out in an agonized voice, “How can she possibly have herpes in her NOSE?? WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!”

He felt much better after I explained the significant and vital differences between the feline form and the human form of herpes viruses. Fortunately he chose to ask me this question as opposed to going home and stewing over it. Or worse, googling it.

I don’t need no stinkin savings account

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Brody arrived at my house with nothing but his vaccine record, a generic collar, and the fur on his back. When I adopted Emmett and Mulan, there wasn’t a whole lot by way of internet shopping available- at least not to the extent there is now. While there are certainly myriad options to be found at the local stores, the stuff available if you do a little searching online is so very much cooler. My Brody’s wishlist is growing day by day. This dog is going to be spoiled.

1. What dog would be complete without a stylish collar? The White Whale collar from the Pampered Pooch wins the extra squee award from me. From $18 at the Pampered Pup.

2. Brody won’t be going to Dog Beach until his vaccinations are complete, but when he does, he’ll be ready for action with the requisite dog beach toy, the Chuckit. $14.99 at Petsmart.

3. Brody likes nothing better than running though the sprinklers then rolling in the sand and leaves, the dirtier the better. A waterless shampoo like Tigi’s Pet Head will be an invaluable item. $16 at Amazon.

4. Forget boring old blue plastic MY NAME IS BRODY 555-123-4567 name tags. Stylish dogs need stylish tags like this guitar pick dog tag from Rockin Doggie. $20 with custom engraving.

5. Brody has been a water dog from day one. He’ll be Baywatch-ready in a Lifeguard T-shirt. $19.95 at the Haute Hound.

6. The ultimate dog deserves the Ultimate Dog Treat cookbook. I even have a dog bone cookie cutter ready to go. (she has a cat treat book too!)

7. And when I make those delectable treats, they will look oh so cute on my counter in these French treat canisters. $32.99 at the Ritzy Rover.

8. Brody likes to sit in his water dish, walk through it a few times, then dump it over. A mod-style raised bowl is just what the doctor ordered. $90 at the Dog Bowl.

It’s not like I haven’t been parted with my money enough already, but Phetched and Barkability are two fantastic product blogs to go for more enabling and must-have items.

A happy, albeit indignant, ending

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that there is someone for every dog. Even if you could not possibly understand how someone could live with the snorting pug/the yelping chihuahua/the loud Dobie, someone else not only understands, but adores it.

Skippy came in for one last visit today.

I had offered to get him caught up on his boosters for his new owners, one last time to see him before he headed off into the great wide yonder. When last I saw him, he was a vaguely Yoda-like creature (or maybe Salacious Crumb would be a better descriptor?) heading out the door with nary a glance over his shoulder.

He arrived today looking like this:

He’s cute! He looks like a real Maltipoo now! Not sure why he looks so scared. Maybe he thinks he is about to be strangled?

I went in to greet him and his owners, who are so cute and sweet. Skippy was sitting in his mom’s arms. I gushed, “Hey Skippy! Remember me?” and reached my arms out for a hug.

He turned around and buried his head in his mom’s elbow.

His mom gasped in embarrassment, and I admit to being a bit nonplussed- I mean, come on kid, you have no idea what I went through for you- but truth be told I was also very happy. Happy that he had so thoroughly bonded with his family, and they to him.

I could see in the way they spoke to him that the adoration was mutual. He was to them was Emmett was and I hope Brody will be to me, a perfect fit. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Except a teeny bit of gratitude, I suppose.

In retaliation I gave him a Bordetella vaccine and cleaned his ears. No wonder he doesn’t like me. Don’t worry Skippy, you’ll be transferring to their regular vet from now on and I will be but a vague bad memory. :)

Cower before me, foolish mortals!

Monday, August 17, 2009

You sure do see some interesting things on the internet. Some of it is good, some of it is equivocal, and some of it is downright messed up. One of the advantages of having my own vet blog is getting to climb up on my soapbox and rant to the ether in response.

So. Here I sit, perusing Twitter, my puppy curled up by my feet. Oh look, another I hate Michael Vick T-shirt. A link to a cute cat. Someone had a bad day with an aggessive dog. And then in between those innocuous twitters was this:

Raw Meaty Bones For Healthy Pets: Why Veterinarians Give Bad …: Raw Meaty Bones. My passion i.. http://bit.lyblahblah (I decided not to link to the blog for various reasons)

Ho hum, yet another BARFER talking about how misinformed vets are about nutrition. Against my better judgment, I clicked the link. Hoo boy.

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