Dog people often say that there are many good dogs but usually only one that is the dog of a lifetime. It was 13 years ago this week that I put down that one for me. I have now been without her for as long as I had her. While the pain is not as sharp, there is no mistaking that it is still there.
Eleven years ago I was fostering a feral dog from Pine Ridge and we were just plain NOT gelling. We were oil and water, and it was mostly my fault. Lena was suffering because I was unfairly comparing her to Scully when in reality every dog is a Study of One. Every new dog needs a whole new approach to training, the team needs to build it's very own language and techniques. When I began to get that through my thick scull Lena and I began to make strides.
Tonite I am looking at her and that once coal black muzzle is pale grey. When we get out in the woods she gives it her all, and then on the way home she pays the price. Lena is stiff and sore for several days after. To be fair, the same could be said for me. Neither of us are getting any younger, both are on a short clock.
So Lena and I move forward one day at a time. The dog that once feared me and wanted nothing to do with me now noodges me for scratches, crawls up on my lap on the couch, and will break off pursuit of game when I call. Her behavior is still far, far more coyote than dog. The mere fact that she accepts my commands (mostly) when she is so fiercely independant is proof that with enough positive reinforcement you can win trust.
We don't deserve dogs, do we?