I want to be a better dog owner. I want to do better.
I'm practicing. I want to understand Fjolle better. I want to train more with him. I want to be his best friend, because he's my…
It has its challenges.
I have days when my body and brain are out of sync, when I simply can't bear to walk (two – maybe three – times in a day).
Where my illness counteracts my intention that Fjolle deserves 100% full attention on all our trips.
The attention is of course on him on our trips, but some days (actually most days) gunpowder is also spent on keeping his tongue straight in his mouth - balance - AND being able to WALK. MS (multiple sclerosis) will never win over my dream of giving Fjolle the best life possible, but MS has its price - also for Fjolle...
Silly loves to run and play silly games. I can't run. I can play, and I can train his brain (we use a clicker – and we train at home – and he's so good – smart), but I want to learn something new – with him.
Something that doesn't require me to run and get out of my hood (preferably not outside our home). If any of you here have any good tips and tricks that Fjolle and I could use to be GOOD TOGETHER from time to time, please write them in the comments. THANK YOU <3
I want to be his support and friend when we go out into life – and when we are at home. I am. I always try to be that, but sometimes things go wrong…
Things went wrong at the beginning of the summer, when his anxiety from puppyhood (he was kicked by a boy on a skateboard) - a skateboard - suddenly broke his safe haven at home - our roof terrace.
There was a young guy (a neighbor - with whom he is close friends) who had bought an electronic skateboard, and suddenly it came running towards him with the young, dear boy on it, and Fjolle misinterpreted the situation. He was terrified. He had an anxiety attack, and we had a dog behavior therapist on him and KALM. That took the edge off the panic period, but even though two months have passed now, he is still not himself. A small piece of his security from being at home - in the apartment and on the roof terrace has been broken.
We still work every day with his anxiety – his new fear of noises and fast moving things. His tail suddenly goes under his stomach every day – and he rushes up and out and hides in the bedroom (or close to me). He has never done that before the experience with the skateboard on the terrace. It is both the vibrations from the engine noises and the noises themselves that make him panic.
Hmm, that's so fucking annoying, but it's no one's fault. It was unfortunate coincidences that triggered his anxiety.
I wish I could tell him that everything is okay –
that everything will be okay again.
Two months have passed and we continue to fight.
We're doing it together – Fjolle and I, and I hope that in the end he learns that I will always do my best to have his back, to be his support and best friend – because as I began this post, he is mine.
Mouse and support needed from Ib
Behind the scenes of this week's blogger
We are Fjolle and Ibbe. Fjolle is a PBGV. I am – yes, a person who sometimes wishes that “I was just a dog”. Fjolle is my second dog. My first dog, Blop, was given to me by my husband when I became seriously ill.
You can follow us on
www.ibbyheart.com/dogs
I want to be better.
I want to be a better dog owner. I want to do better.
I'm practicing. I want to understand Fjolle better. I want to train more with him. I want to be his best friend, because he's my…
It has its challenges.
I have days when my body and brain are out of sync, when I simply can't bear to walk (two – maybe three – times in a day).
Where my illness counteracts my intention that Fjolle deserves 100% full attention on all our trips.
The attention is of course on him on our trips, but some days (actually most days) gunpowder is also spent on keeping his tongue straight in his mouth - balance - AND being able to WALK. MS (multiple sclerosis) will never win over my dream of giving Fjolle the best life possible, but MS has its price - also for Fjolle...
Silly loves to run and play silly games. I can't run. I can play, and I can train his brain (we use a clicker – and we train at home – and he's so good – smart), but I want to learn something new – with him.
Something that doesn't require me to run and get out of my hood (preferably not outside our home). If any of you here have any good tips and tricks that Fjolle and I could use to be GOOD TOGETHER from time to time, please write them in the comments. THANK YOU <3
I want to be his support and friend when we go out into life – and when we are at home. I am. I always try to be that, but sometimes things go wrong…
Things went wrong at the beginning of the summer, when his anxiety from puppyhood (he was kicked by a boy on a skateboard) - a skateboard - suddenly broke his safe haven at home - our roof terrace.
There was a young guy (a neighbor - with whom he is close friends) who had bought an electronic skateboard, and suddenly it came running towards him with the young, dear boy on it, and Fjolle misinterpreted the situation. He was terrified. He had an anxiety attack, and we had a dog behavior therapist on him and KALM. That took the edge off the panic period, but even though two months have passed now, he is still not himself. A small piece of his security from being at home - in the apartment and on the roof terrace has been broken.
We still work every day with his anxiety – his new fear of noises and fast moving things. His tail suddenly goes under his stomach every day – and he rushes up and out and hides in the bedroom (or close to me). He has never done that before the experience with the skateboard on the terrace. It is both the vibrations from the engine noises and the noises themselves that make him panic.
Hmm, that's so fucking annoying, but it's no one's fault. It was unfortunate coincidences that triggered his anxiety.
I wish I could tell him that everything is okay –
that everything will be okay again.
Two months have passed and we continue to fight.
We're doing it together – Fjolle and I, and I hope that in the end he learns that I will always do my best to have his back, to be his support and best friend – because as I began this post, he is mine.
Mouse and support needed from Ib
Behind the scenes of this week's blogger
We are Fjolle and Ibbe. Fjolle is a PBGV. I am – yes, a person who sometimes wishes that “I was just a dog”. Fjolle is my second dog. My first dog, Blop, was given to me by my husband when I became seriously ill.
You can follow us on
www.ibbyheart.com/dogs