Years ago, my family had a purebred golden retriever.
This was before I owned a mutt, before I got involved in dog rescue and before I knew what a blog was. I’d never even thought about dog agility, starting a dog running business or fostering a pitbull.
But each dog that enters my life really does seem to open a new chapter, and Ace has introduced me to a whole new world with dogs.
Still, my life would not be the same without my golden retriever, Brittni.
Although this blog is primarily related to my mutt Ace, countless other dogs are intertwined throughout my posts including family members’ dogs, foster dogs and readers’ dogs.
Brittni is a dog I’ve failed to write much about.
A good dog
If each dog represents a new phase in my life, Brittni was my high school and college years. She appeared during my freshmen year of high school and died right when I started my first job after college. Just as those years seemed to go by in a blur, Brittni’s life seemed unfairly cut short.
In a matter of days Brittni went from being a healthy, energetic 7-year-old to a deathly ill and suddenly old dog.
Euthanasia and dogs is something I’ve touched very briefly in my dog blog, probably because it’s a difficult subject. Plus, the dog I own is still very young, so I don’t think about the end yet.
The vet’s best guess for Brittni’s illness was an autoimmune disease (autoimmune hemolytic anemia). Basically her own immune system was destroying her red blood cells.
My only advice to other dog owners is to think ahead about the final decisions you’ll have to make for your dog. Don’t wait until shock and emotions play too much of a toll.
A dog’s anxiety
Brittni was the first dog I trained through formal obedience classes. Although I was teaching her, in reality she was training me about dogs, their behavior and the thrill I get from working with them.
The bond she and I formed was very strong, and anyone who’s ever owned a golden retriever knows all about their loyalty, devotion and love.
Brittni challenged me and got me thinking about dogs in a new way. Her many “issues” showed me the importance of socialization and exercise. Brittni was an extremely anxious dog, letting out shrill screams every time we met someone new, visited somewhere new or pretty much every time we did something out of her usual routine.
There’s no way to describe these crying fits Brittni did other than to maybe picture a full-grown husky put into a kennel and having a panic attack, howling and squealing to get out.
I remember one time my trainer was fed up with Brittni’s behavior and said to me in a hushed, scolding voice, “She needs to know that this is not acceptable!” All I thought was: Well, hello! That’s why I’m here!
Many of the suggestions I tried with Brittni did not work: Shaking a can filled with change at her (made her more anxious), leash pops (she literally could not control herself, correction or not) and telling her she was bad (also added to her anxiousness).
What worked best with Brittni was patience, long walks, ignoring unwanted behavior, praising her for being quiet and slowly bringing her to more and more places and introducing her to more people and dogs.
Anxiety or not, Brittni and I got to do a fair amount of traveling and hiking. I will always remember my long walks with her along the Luce Line trail west of Minneapolis and how she would run off leash at my side, never bothering to venture too far. We could walk for miles in all seasons, often going an hour without seeing anyone.
Had Brittni and Ace been around at the same time, I’m sure they would’ve been great friends. Brittni had that classic, happy-go-lucky retriever personality I now see in Ace. And like him, Brittni had an immeasurable desire to please, be with her pack and follow me from room to room.
I just wanted to share a bit about my wonderful and beautiful dog from my past. She helped me get where I’m going today. Thank you, Brittni, “the babe,” you were a good girl.
Please share with me your stories of dogs now gone.
In memory of Brittni
Saturday 14th of July 2012
I desperately need some help! My husband and I, (both 41yrs.) finally decided to give up trying to get pregnant, and faced the facts that we would never be parents. We then decided 2 years ago, we'll rescue a dog. We found our golden retriever at our local shelter and fell in love. We were told that at that time she was around 2 or 3yrs. Old. She was crazy! Had been neglected, never been walked on a leash and not good with other dogs. So, we brought the lunatic home and began the training process. We've now gone through 3 sets of training courses, each consisting of 4 months, and she's come such a long way! She still gets excited when people come over, but once they give her a rub and talk to her, she buggers off and lays down like a perfect pet. Now....the problem is being able to do anything away from home as a family! She is obsessed with other dogs. It looks like she wants to play with them, they sniff each other and then she turns into a complete nightmare. She attacks them even when not being provoked. Even when we're camping, if she sees another dog anywhere, or walking by, she's a maniac! She pants, drools, paces, whines, and trust me.....we've done the whole diversion thing....we've done treats, and made her focus on us, but she's not getting it! We have the zapper coller (doesn't work) prong coller(doesn't work) clicker training(doesn't work) you name it, we've tried it! And we've been consistent. I am having anxiety attacks every time I see another dog! We are living around this dog right now, and can't go anywhere or do anything and I find myself being angry at her. I know it's not her fault and don't know what's happened to her in the past, but I can't continue this. I love her so much, and wish there was some sort of magic pill I could give her every morning to mellow her out. She's now had incidents with pretty much every dog in our neighborhood, when we walk her every day, x2 !!! She's always on leash, but these other dogs come up to her off leash and provoke her. Especially the happy little ones. Now we have to muzzle her when walking and a couple of them have threatened to have her destroyed. As you can see, my hands are tied. She needs to be walked, and we need our lives back. I feel like I'm in prison! I sure hope someone has some advice for me before I lose my mind. And I really don't need to hear I have to go do more training classes, she needs more excercise, or socialize her with another calm dog. It's all been done!
Tuesday 17th of July 2012
Well I'm sure she does need more training classes, exercise and socialization, but you know that!
Gosh, it's hard to offer advice since you have tried so many things. Out of everything you've tried, when have you seen any progress? Like, even minimal progress?
Have you tried walking her with a Gentle Leader type of collar?
You could check out the book Feisty Fido by Patricia McConnell. It has some useful tips for working with leash aggressive dogs. She knows her stuff. However, her approach is all positive and she uses treats and teaches a "watch me" command. So if that is not something you are interested in, that book won't be very helpful.
Keep in mind I don't know you at all and this is not fair of me to suggest, but how is your own behavior around your dog? Are you making sure to be as calm as possible? I know it is very hard to remain calm and not tense, but the more relaxed you can be, the more you can help your dog. You said you are having anxiety attacks every time you see another dog. I realize that is probably an overstatement, but what kind of message is this sending your dog? I also suggest letting go of your dog's past. Do not make excuses for her since she was potentially neglected. Focus on the now.
When I work with dog-aggressive rescue dogs, a friend and I will take two dogs walking together. We don't need to use muzzles since we don't let them get that close, but just the act of walking together as a group is really beneficial to the dogs. We don't let them greet head on or sniff each other until we've walked for at least a half-hour. Then we MIGHT let them sniff a little or walk side by side. The key is to make slow progress and to end on a good note. The dogs are kept at our sides during the walk, not out in front. We always have at least one person between the dogs.
Thursday 17th of May 2012
I have had the pleasure and pain of loving and loosing two Golden Retrievers. My First Gunga was exactly like the nanny dog in Peter Pan, she was 3 when I was born, there are many pictures of my brothers and I learning to walk with her assistance. I have no childhood memories that do not include her, from bringing us live pheasants on walks (following a past as a gun dog) to Surfing on waves. She died at the age of 13, I was ten and could not imagine life without a dog, but at the same time couldn’t imagine loving another. My mother gave us the choice, we could get another dog, love her for as long as we could but that we would one day have this pain again, or not. We chose to have another, Gemma, luckily from the same breeder and of the bloodline of Gunga.
Gemma was put down this week at the great age of Fifteen years and 3 months. Her body was no longer able to cope, though not distressed (she had dementia for the last 2 years of her life) she lost the ability to walk; it became the only option to give her the dignity she had demanded her whole life. I had her since I was ten, 10-25 and she has been the only stable thing within that, my confident, my friend and my foot warmer. I am still at that forgetting she has left us stage; finding myself in the dog food aisle, waking up early to let her out and have a walk before I leave in the morning, looking at where her bed was and being overcome with shock when I remember she has left.
These current feelings and pain will fade, though I will always miss and love her, just thankful to have had her in my life. Reading these stories has helped, sending Big Hugs to all those who have loved and lost a Golden.
Thursday 17th of May 2012
You made me cry! Happy/sad tears. I'm so sorry to hear about your loss, but so glad you got to share your life with those two wonderful dogs. Thank you so much for sharing.
Monday 1st of August 2011
We are currently on our third golden retriever and could not imagine life without them. They have been so loving and provide such unconditional love. Our first dog, tolerated three young girls spaced two years apart. She was great with them no matter what they did - dress her up like a granny or crawl over to her peaceful space. Our first golden, Kahlua, acted like a puppy always being playful and lived to 12 years old and died of cancer. Our second golden, Sundance, was a very anxious dog. I think she could predict a storm coming before the weatherman as she wouldn't let me leave the house without her. She was scared of everything from a vacuum cord to a balloon. She would have a quiet "roof" that she would do if she was afraid to walk over the vacuum cord and would repeat it patiently until someone would move the cord or balloon for her. Thunderstorms and fireworks were a nightmare. We moved to London when they still had the quarantine law. We did not want to give up our golden retriever. An organization called Passport for Pets eventually worked out a law with England that if a dog lived in a country that did not have rabies, such as France, for six months they could be brought into England. My husband flew to France with Sundance and sh lived in the north of France with a wonderful English couple who had a golden of their own. They never left the house without taking the two dogs. We would travel to France from England through the chunnel in our SUV spending weekends visiting our dog. Eventually she made it into England and lived with us. When we came back to the U.S. for six weeks in the summer, she would go back to live with her friends in France. We eventually moved back to the U.S., and after one year Sundance didn't seem herself and she lost her appetite. After a few days of this behavior, we took her to the vet who told us she was loaded with cancer and we should put her down that same day. Boy, can I relate to losing a dog unexpectedly way too early. It was horrible. We now have our third golden, Riley, who has another unique personality and is just as lovable and kind as the previous two dogs. I'm sure my husband and I will continue to have goldens until the day we die. They bring so much pleasure and company for us.
Monday 1st of August 2011
Awww. Thanks for sharing a bit about each of your goldens. They are all so special in their unique ways. I'm so sorry to hear about Sundance. But what a great story about her time in Europe! What a lucky dog! Give Riley a pat on the head and a hug from me!
Monday 4th of April 2011
You should get a dog! There are plenty of older dogs and dogs with less energy.
Thursday 19th of August 2010
What amazes me is how Dogs and Humans as so attached to each other. I no longer have a dog. Mine died when I was 17...but now I am thinking about getting a dog again. I am in my middle years now and a little afraid that I will not keep up with a dog...but I just want one so bad!