The Reacher Diet

Reacher would never turn up his nose at his bowl of dog food, but his tastes are more far-ranging than the Natural Balance Fish and Sweet Potato grain-free kibble I provide every day. He likes to occasionally snack on a variety of natural “supplements” Mother Nature offers.

I don't believe the things Reacher eats - grass clippings, various leaves, weeds and pinecones, for example, are meant for canine consumption, but Bear Grylls, host of Man vs. Wild, might disagree. I imagine  him advising that all those things (and a lot more) could actually provide life-saving nutrition if a dog or his best friend were ever stranded in some inhospitable wilderness.

 

Of course, this isn’t the case with Reacher. He just roams the backyard.

Reacher is also partial to camellia buds and blossoms that hang from the three bushes in my yard each winter. Nasturtiums are sometimes used in salads, so maybe Reacher is onto something.

He has also consumed his share of mushrooms. The first time I saw him snatch and swallow one I rushed to the computer, Googled “mushrooms and dogs” and found one dire report after another. I imagined we’d soon be on our way to the emergency veterinary hospital where it would cost thousands of dollars to save my Boxer boy’s life. But that never happened.

In fact, Reacher hasn’t suffered at all from his odd diet. So, I’ve stopped worrying about his eating habits for the most part. If Bear Grylls can eat ant larvae and maggots, what’s a pinecone or two?

Evening The Score

With three dogs under one roof there's a lot of roughhousing that goes on, with the operative word being rough.

Panzer is working on solidifying his spot as top dog. He's not there yet, but he's trying. And that means Panzer regularly does things like grabbing a bone or toy right out of Reacher's mouth and taking it for himself.
 
He also enjoys jumping on top of Reacher when he least expects it. Being a Boxer, Reacher likes a good wrestling match, but when Panzer grabs those jowly Boxer lips and pulls it's gotta hurt. I would think it's similarly painful to have one's neck or leg in a fellow dog's jaws. 

Not to worry. Reacher has developed a plan to get even with Panzer's puppy nonsense.

You see, there is an Invisible Fence in my yard, but currently Panzer does not have a "magic collar" of his own and therefore cannot be outside without a leash -- or close supervision. So when Reacher goes out, most of the time Panzer is left behind.

And that drives Panzer crazy. It's obvious Reacher knows this because he seems to delight in doing laps around the house which sends Panzer squealing (yes, dogs squeal, in this case kind of like a stuck pig) and running from window to window trying to keep pace from the inside.

As icing on the cake, Reacher sometimes just sits on top of the railroad ties, which puts him about the height of the living room window. He's content to just sit and stare at Panzer who whines, yelps, barks and yes, squeals some more. It's highly annoying if you're the human on the inside, but awesome if you're the Boxer on the outside.

He may lose a wrestling match or two, but Reacher definitely knows how to even the score.

Girls About Town

We took a walking tour of the grounds.

This being a Saturday, Vega and I had places to go and things to do. First stop, Riverside Farmers Market where we bought a bag of Georgia peaches, homegrown tomatoes and a loaf of fresh-baked ciabatta bread with kalamata olives. I won't be sharing.

We also ran into a few friends, a bonus of these Saturday morning outdoor shopping excursions. Vega didn't have much to contribute to the conversation but she sat politely while I visited.

Love the library!

We stashed our produce in the car, grabbed my library books and strolled over to the library where we deposited them in the dropbox.

Then we walked on to downtown Roswell. The shops weren't open yet but lots of restaurant and business owners were outside getting ready for the day.



Dogs are welcome here.

We passed Diesel Pizza Pub where Vega loves to dine because she's welcome on the dog-friendly patio. To be honest, I'm the only one of us who dines at Diesel, but Vega seems to enjoy the people- and pet-watching. And it's next to the fire station which occasionally provides her with some added excitement.

Another favorite place of hers is Pet Fancy. The animal-loving owners stock a variety of toys, accessories and pet food. Vega was a little disappointed that it was too early to choose one of the all-natural treats from the bakery case. Sorry, girl. Maybe next time.

A natural treat bakery case is inside!

We worked our way down Canton Street and stopped in the square to practice a little obedience. Coincidentally, we ran into another training trio there - Ellie the dog, her owner, and their dog trainer. Vega and I aren't the only ones who know Roswell's the place to be and be seen.

Then we took the scenic route back to the car, winding through the wooded grounds of the Archibald Smith Plantation. This was probably Vega's favorite part of the morning since it included birds, squirrels and chipmunks (no chasing allowed) along with dirt, dead leaves and lots of awesome smells. There was even a self-guided outdoor tour for me available by cell phone.

Vega and I toured the grounds.

After all that it was only 10:30 and the rest of our Saturday was still ahead of us. What more could a couple of girls want? 


 

Dogs At Work

My three office mates.

Reacher, my Boxer, along with Vega and Panzer, the German Shepherds, are considered working breeds. Yet they obviously aren't well suited for writing, editing or emails. Yet they're at work with me every day. It helps that the office is just upstairs from my kitchen.

While Reacher, Vega and Panzer aren't much help with the hands-on aspects of my business, they do provide company for me in this solo operation. They also give me a reason to take a break now and then since I would otherwise have the tendency to power right through the day (and sometimes into the evening) when a deadline is looming.

However, three dogs in the office doesn't mean they always lie quietly at my feet, lulled into a trance by the clicking of the keyboard. In fact, there are times when they are chasing each other from my desk, into the hall, down the steps and back up again.

When I'm on a phone call, inevitably a disagreement breaks out over which one has rights to a particular bone. I just give them the evil eye, sign "shhhh" by putting my finger to my lips and shoo them out of the office while attempting to keep track of my conversation. Depending on the decibel level I sometimes have to offer the client an explanation for the ruckus.

When I explain that I share my office with three four-legged friends, the usual response is, "You're one lucky dog!" 

I think so, too.

I Spoke Too Soon

Turns out I was a bit premature in my Growing Responsible blog a few days ago about Vega and Reacher. I had given them a "Get Out of Jail Free" card instead of crating them every time I left the house. Amazingly, both dogs were performing spectacularly.

Until today.

Reacher chewed the toe off one of my shoes - J-41 Jeep-engineered sneakers described in an advertisement as "a casual sporty style designed for everyday use whether you're playing outside or running around town. The pull-on design makes it easy to get going when you're in a rush."

The right shoe is ruined. So, now I'm down to just a left J-41 which really won't allow me to play outside or run around town whether I'm in a rush or not.

How do I know Reacher is the culprit? For one thing, he had "I AM GUILTY" written all over his cute Boxer face. In addition, these sneakers have a rubber outsole. And he has destroyed a rainbow of rubber flip-flops in his short life. It's part of his M.O.

So for now, it's back to the slammer for Reacher when I have an errand to run or someplace to go. I'm not sure if he'll ever be up for parole again. 

Achoo!

The other day Reacher started sneezing. The day after, the sneezing lessened, but he had

a cough. Then that cleared up, but the sniffles began. 

Hmmmm .... Can dogs get colds?

Since it was the weekend when his symptoms began, the vet's office was closed and I was hoping to avoid the dreaded and expensive trip to the animal emergency hospital, I turned to the next most reliable source for help: the Internet.

I just Googled "do dogs get colds" and voila, I got 118,000,000 hits! All sources seemed to agree. Yes, dogs do get colds. And the symptoms for a dog are pretty much the same as for a human -- sneezing, coughing, runny nose and possibly runny eyes.

Reacher's eyes are fine. And he hasn't been lethargic or refused food or water. Quite the contrary. He is eating, drinking and playing as usual. In fact, he is is sticking to his exercise regime of doing his daily laps around the house. And he's started a new hole in the yard that's getting larger and larger by the day.

Being the responsible dog owner that I am, I did call Reacher's vet on Monday. She said unless his symptoms continue beyond a week or worsen there's no need to bring him in. So hopefully, the cold will disappear as quickly as it began.

In the meantime we'll both have to put up with his runny nose. I try to wipe it since Reacher's not good with a Kleenex. But like most young boys, he prefers to take care of it himself. In his case though, he uses his tongue.

Growing Responsible

The Sentry

I've gotten brave recently and have been allowing Reacher and Vega to roam the house when I leave. It used to be that I'd have to crate them lest they destroy one thing or another while unattended.

All I have to say is: so far, so good. I'm not sure why I decided to throw caution to the wind and give this plan another whirl. I've tried it before on several occasions .... with poor results.

Not so long ago, Vega chewed an impressive hole in my new duvet cover and the down comforter underneath. I knew something was up when I came home and saw tiny white feathers sticking to her lips. She's also eaten a 30-year-old starfish that was a momento from my honeymoon in Cozumel, Mexico.

She's been fond of books as well. The incident that disappointed me the most was when she devoured an old copy of "A Child's Garden of Verses" that belonged to my mother. I'm pretty sure Vega didn't appreciate the illustrations or the poetry.

Then there's Reacher. In the past, he hasn't necessarily waited until I've left the house to do some damage. He would just slip into an unoccupied room and help himself to a pillow, sock, roll of toilet paper, a flip-flop or two, you name it. And like Vega, he was a book lover, too. 

I started by leaving them uncrated for just 30 minutes to an hour at a time. They are slowly earning my trust. Maybe it's because they're maturing: Reacher is about to turn two and Vega is two-and-a-half. Who knows.

In any case, I'm glad I've got Vega patroling the premises. (Let's face it, Reacher is just there to keep her company). In the past, I've been tempted to post a sign: "A protection-trained German Shepherd guards this property. Please let her out of the crate upon breaking and entering."