Hey Folks,
Our road trip was incredible.
We left the city early Friday night to avoid the traffic. We were headed 400 kms north to see a friend I haven't seen in about 3 years. She owns land and has animals on the property and does rehab with injured horses. I had Monday off work so I knew we could take our time and if there were any problems I wouldn't have to worry about time. I also found all the emergency vet clinics along the route before we left in case.
Hank curled up in his spot in the back of the car and relaxed. But then as we picked up speed on the highway, he adjusted his body so that his head was resting beside me on the centre console. I could just reach over and stroke his nose from time to time.
We stopped many places and Hank was like a world traveller - he showed no signs of stress, in fact each time he got out of the car he bounded out and went immediately to sniffing and exploring. A few of the rest stops were really busy and I was worried about how loud they were but each stop had green space where we could get time away from all the bustling.
We were walking around a truck area and one of the truckers had his dog tied to his truck as they took a break. His dog did play bows and I lead Hank over to let him check out whether he wanted to engage with the man's dog. He did. It wasn't too much but they sniffed and spent a few minutes sitting together.
Hank got so many compliments (he still has some fur missing and I think people could see he had been through some tough times). I think I was most worried about losing him - or him somehow getting off the leash. But as I saw him at the stops, I began to relax seeing that he didn't run off or anything. He stayed so close to me that it relaxed me quite a bit.
We got there in good time and I walked Hank three times that day - just wandering around her property the rest of the evening. It was was quiet and peaceful and I could see that Hank was relaxed. He met my friend's horses at a distance and while he was reserved he wasn't fearful at all.
My friend has a rehab pool for horses and Saturday we thought maybe Hank would take to the water for his back end as he has some weakness in his hips possibly from lying on cement or from injury. Water is used for horses that are injured and it can aid in their healing. My friend has also rehabbed dogs with hip problems in the 'pool' so she suggested we see how Hank felt about it.
I persuaded Hank to come into the room but when he saw the pool he began to cower and and started to run to get out of the room. He ran into the tac room and I went in after him. He was sitting looking into the corner not moving and not looking at me. I called his name softly but he didn't turn around. I approached slowly and sat down and waited. My friend brought some treats in and she sat with me while we waited a few more minutes.
After about 5 minutes waiting with him and he still had not turned around to see me, I approached him matter of fact and clipped his leash to his collar and walked him back out of the room. As soon as he was on the leash, he seemed much more relaxed and was happy to leave - or happy that I was taking him out of the room. I am hoping I didn't inadvertently reinforce some avoidant behaviour in Hank but when he had that extreme fear reaction to the pool, I gave him a bit of time to find his own confidence. My purpose in approaching him was that I didn't want him to experience too much fear nor did I want him to think I couldn't get him out of a bad situation.
I didn't treat him until we had left the room and I asked him to sit and give me a paw. He did it willingly and he was back to his self again.
He stayed close to me the entire weekend until Sunday when I let him off the leash in the fenced in horse area. My friend brought her dog in and for the first time I saw Hank actually play. He bowed, he deeked, he ran, he didn't watch for where I was, but he did run right at my knees and almost bowled me over once or twice.
Afterwards, both dogs curled up in the living room. My friend had a few of her friends over and they played guitar and sang. The two dogs slept about 6 inches from each for the rest of the night.
We left tired and happy and Hank slept the entire way home. By the time we got home Hank was ready for another walk and we headed to one of the parks closeby. As we were turning the corner, a man was there suddenly and I didn't hear him coming. He approached us quite quickly and I could see there was something about him that didn't sit well. Hank immediately crouched down, almost a cower but instead of peeing, he began growling at the man.
That's exactly what I would have done in the same circumstances had I been a dog - and it was the first time I saw even hint of protectiveness in Hank. I said 'good boy' and then 'on by' very quietly and we continued with our walk. I did notice Hank turn around to look to see where the man was and he let it go after a few times turning around and seeing the man wasn't there.
I so love this boy and I have no idea what awesome right I did in this world to have him in my life.
By the way, the dude who called me for a date and I turned down called me to tell me he is dog-sitting his sister's dog and suggested we get together with both dogs for a park date this week. I turned him down again. There's time if ever I am into dating but right now I just feel I have found something more important and rewarding in my life.
All through the love of a dog.