About Alida Winternheimer

Alida is a writer, editor, teacher, and speaker in Minneapolis. Besides training Seva, she bakes, does yoga, and kayaks.

It’s Her Birthday!

March 19, 2013

The Birthday Girl

 

Seva is one today!

We celebrated her birthday with song and dance. (Okay, we didn’t really dance, but sometimes when we play, we run through the house and Seva jumps and it’s kind of like a dance.)

 

I can eat that.

 

Seva got a present, just like all good puppies should. She had to Drop and Wait until I said Release. Release was her cue that she could tear open her present.

 

Seva Opens Her Present

 

It wouldn’t be a party without a clown and a photographer! I guess I was the clown. I knocked over Seva’s bowl of Joe’s Os (her favorite treat) and it was pandemonium for a while. Scott was the photographer, as usual, and we played and played and played with Seva’s new balls!

 

Here Comes the Ball

And…

Got It!

 

Seva’s deep concentration would blow you away.

 

Wow!

 

After lots of catch, she got a bowl of her favorite food, Cheesy Rice.

 

And that, my friends, is how you celebrate a puppy’s first birthday!

 

Oh, Happy Day!

At last Seva’s long quarantine is over! She’ll be in diapers at home a little while longer, but she is allowed to roam the streets once more. We took our first walk in three weeks on Saturday without incident. No little boy dogs trailed behind us. In fact, the couple of dogs we saw ignored us completely.

Sunday we went snowshoeing on the golf course. This dog could not have been happier!

Winter play

My Baby is a Bitch

Seva has gone into heat. Yep, our little girl is growing up. And now she has to wear a diaper, poor thing.

Helping Paws does not spay or neuter dogs early because the hormones that begin at puberty help increase bone density. And Seva, who had lots of urinary tract infections, has to go through a heat cycle before spaying.

This has a pretty big hassle factor attached to it. For one, Seva is basically quarantined for the next three weeks to insure she does not get impregnated by a roving male. I’m told they’ll be able to smell her from a distance of 2 miles and will leap fences in a single bound to have their way with her. As a friend of mine said, “That’s some pretty potent juice!”

Once the heat cycle is done, I’ll be able to spay her. That will be followed by 3 weeks of post-operative recovery. This is the most active dog–she loves to tumble and leap down the stairs, wrestle with anyone who’ll take her on, and jump like a kangaroo. So after 3 weeks of quarantine, she’ll get 3 weeks of recovery.

Wish us luck!

When Sit is Not Sit

Something you may not know about dogs is that they don’t generalize very well. Context really matters. Telling your dog to sit in the kitchen and to sit in the living room are two different commands.

Service dogs needs to perform consistently no matter when, where, or what their trainer is doing. This means part of Seva’s training is to follow commands in as many locations as I can get her. Also, she should do what I ask whether I’m standing over her, sitting, lying down, or even on the phone.

Here we are practicing some basic commands. Normally, if I get on the floor, it’s to join her on her level, not to give her commands, so it takes a minute for Seva to get in the game. It helps that she was in training mode with her pack on before I got on the floor.

 

Awkward!

Seva had a big day today. Vet appointment at 8:30 a.m. I was told to bring her in with a full bladder, and I did.

These things are bound to happen. It was just a matter of time. Really.

When we finished at the vet, I took Seva into some wood chips to “do her business.” She did. I’m sure it was a relief to pee after all that time. Then we headed over to Knollwood Mall to do some indoor training.

Knollwood has a nice hallway without any real stores off it where you find tables, the restrooms, and an exit to a back lot. This is where we went, down the hallway, past the tables, and to a bench. I showed her kibble and we worked on Watch.

In just moments, Seva was distracted beyond distracted. She wouldn’t take a kibble if it was right under her nose, which it was. She gets like this, and typically a change of scenery or trying a new skill will bring her back to me. Not today.

She looked antsy. Then those hind legs started to spread and the tail curved away from the body. “No no no no no no no no!” I jumped up off the bench and ran for the door, Seva in tow. We got outside and I scanned the parking lot–where can we go? Ah ha! A median covered in wood chips covered in snow. We ran across the lot to the median and she wasted no time in dropping a large turd.

I dutifully bagged it and put it in the outdoor can at the mall entrance–because I’m considerate that way–thinking Boy, that was close!

Inside again, I noticed a janitor walking toward a storage room, a frown creasing his face. I looked further down the hallway and saw another janitor standing off to the side holding a long pole, also looking unhappy. Then I saw a chair positioned over a turd. It was nicely formed and about 3″ long. When you bag poo every day–as any dog person will tell you–shape and consistency matter. I don’t think the janitors were fully appreciating this turd.

I took a new baggie out of Seva’s pack. She carries her own poop bags–because she’s considerate that way. And we carried the poop to the outdoor can, then came in to resume training.

With both a healthy pee and poop out of the way, she would surely be able to concentrate on her work. We went deeper into the mall, because really, why would we want to hang around where she’d just done her business? We joined the senior mall walkers, looked at a bright store display, growled at a kiosk that was still draped with a tarp, and all was fine until it wasn’t.

Seva started acting all twitchy again. Forget it, I thought, this is not any way to train. So we went back to the tables where I’d left my coat. I had barely lifted it off the chair when Seva went into a squat!

Out popped a turd–I saw this one–and we ran for the door AGAIN. This time we knew right where to go and she dropped another big pile.

I used my last baggie on this one, so I grabbed a bunch of paper towels from the ladies’ room on our way inside. I picked up the turd and collected my coat, Seva’s leash around my wrist.

As I turned to leave, one of the mall walkers, an older gentlemen, called out, “Wait! I just wanted to tell you that my niece has one of these dogs. One of these exact dogs.”

1. I’m a polite person. “Oh, that’s great.”

“She’s paralyzed from the waist down.”

2. When we’re training in public we are ambassadors for Helping Paws and service dogs the world over. “Oh.” Not so great. “Does she have a Helping Paws dog?”

“It’s just amazing what these dogs can do with some training.”

3. I’m holding a turd in some paper towels, and it’s starting to smell. I discretely move the offensive object behind my back. “Yes, it is amazing.” You have no idea, mister!

Escaping at last, we deposited yet another poop in the outdoor can. And I have never been so glad to end a training session!

 

Guilty as charged.

The Adolescent Update

Seva is no longer a baby. She has entered adolescence. That’s right, we have four teenagers in the house. Heaven help us!

In a puppy, this means we now have 1 part toddler combined with 1 part teenager. She is as energetic as ever. She still bites and chews, even going Dingo on us from time to time–the molars haven’t set in yet. She is just as social and distracted as ever. And there’s no indication of her indiscriminate eating becoming more discriminate. As for the teenager, add to the above the inclination to challenge authority and an obstinate streak that rivals my own!

Being a puppy still, she needs a lot of exercise. With the snow, ice, and mud these days it’s challenging to get enough outdoor running time–we were doing great until she started digging muddy holes all over the yard. So how do we tire out an adolescent puppy?

 

And, another very short video to make you smile.

Like all dogs, Seva needs a bath. Unlike all dogs, Seva, the Wonder Dog, dries herself after each bath.

And no, she’s not trained to dry herself. She’s done this since she was a wee puppy!

 

Civic Duty & Animal Urges

Seva had an appointment at the veterinarian, so we popped into our polling place on the way. And this seems like a good time to explain what it’s like taking a service dog-in-training out in public.

Let me say, I figured she could handle it after she handled Minnetonka Middle School where she was swarmed by kids in the hallways, but I was ready to abort the mission at any moment–going out is all about the dog.

Seva did great. We worked on Sit and Watch before going inside, and again before getting in line. I did not want her in close proximity to any people unless I had her attention! This is typical for any public place. She has to be working with and for me, not following her animal urges. This animal’s urges tell her to greet everyone, jump, lick, and paw.

Speaking of animal urges: Dogs live through their noses, so anywhere with food or smelly stuff down low is out for Seva. We were in the hardware store last week with the Perfect Puppy class and she suddenly got a whiff of something on the floor. That was it. Nothing I said or did could pull her nose away from the linoleum. I couldn’t see or smell anything, so I have no idea what got her attention, but boy was it good! When a dog is working, we’re asking her to ignore her own urges. You ever get an itch on the bottom of your foot (or some other inconvenient part) during a meeting? All you want to do is pull off your shoe and rub your sole, but you can’t. You have to focus on what your boss wants you to focus on, and it sure isn’t your foot!

Seva gets itchy. She likes to “swim.” She rolls onto her back and wriggles around, her paws swimming in the air. This doesn’t go away just because she’s wearing the blue pack. She drops her shoulder to the ground and propels herself forward with her hind legs, digging her face and side into the ground. If I don’t get her on her feet fast enough, she’ll be doing the backstroke, decorum be damned.

When people see Seva sitting at attention, walking nicely, following my commands, they smile. They often want to talk to me or touch her. This can be nice. It can also kill a training session. SEVA LOVES EVERYONE. If she notices someone smiling at her, that can be enough to have her jumping at the end of her leash. She especially loves elderly ladies. I have no idea why, she just does.

Today, I caught a little boy sneaking up behind Seva, on tiptoes, hand out, big grin on his face. His mother was voting somewhere in the room. It was lucky I saw him before Seva did. To her, he would have been a playmate and it would have been pandemonium in the polling place.

I have a confession to make. I was training Seva with my right hand today, and the person who used that pen after me probably found a bit of salmon kibble residue on it. Sorry!

 

Seva votes.

 

Always know when to leave. Have you ever had to rush out of a place due to toddler meltdown? Everything is fine, then something snaps. Well, it’s the same deal with puppies. They can only take so much stimulation at a time and it wears them out. They lose all focus.

Seva’s preferred “I’ve had enough” tactic is to park her butt and not move. It used to be I could pick Seva up and carry her to the car. She is now 51.6 pounds of lead.

She was a good girl at the polling place. She was also good at the veterinarian’s office, though deteriorating. The nice lady there gave her a cookie, so that helps. But once we were out the door on a busy street, getting to the car was tough. I have spent long stretches of time cajoling her, holding kibble under her nose, begging her to get off her rump and walk! Today, once she moved I practically ran to the car–to hesitate would have been to lose her again.

And this is the face of a puppy who is done!

 

I voted.

 

 

 

 

That’s my girl!

Yesterday, Seva performed her very first service demo. We went to Minnetonka West Middle School and joined three other Helping Paws teams to show a group of 8th and 9th graders what we do. There were at least 60 kids in the large band room.

You know, Seva is the most sociable, excitable puppy, so I went into this expecting her to do well, but knowing that at any moment she could go berserk. We did have a little scene when she saw Chuda in the vestibule outside the front office. Seva stayed with Chuda a couple weeks ago when we went out of town, so they’re buddies. Seva was airborn with excitement. Fortunately, Chuda is older and set a more respectable tone (thanks to his trainer, Wendy!).

I recorded the demo, which took about an hour, and have edited out some short clips. The stars of the day (closest to the camera to farthest): Seva, 7 mos old, and Alida; Jed, 2 1/2 yrs old, and John; Chuda, 9 mos old, and Wendy; Aida, 1 1/2 yrs old, and Katy.

The dogs each do something amazing and we went in order of youngest to oldest, so you get a sense of the progression of skills.

Watch this if…

Intro: …you want to hear Katy talk a bit about Helping Paws and meet the trainer/dog teams. 

 

Seva: …you want to see what a 7 month old puppy can do. Something funny happens when they clap for Seva.

 

Chuda: …you want to see what a 9 month old puppy can do.

 

Aida: …you want to see what a 1 1/2 year old dog can do.

 

Jed: …you want to see what a 2 1/2 year old dog can do.

 

Kids + Puppy: …you want to see Seva receive the kids’ love. I’m giving her kibble for keeping her paws on the floor. You see by her tail that she was excited to meet so many kids, but once again kibble saves the day!