Being Scared of dogs (Part 3)

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In addition to the individual sessions I run I have also delivered dog safety  talks to school’s, and workshops for professional staff who have to do home visits  as part of their work role. I appreciate how difficult it can be to focus on the task in hand if a large rottweiler is trying to sit on your lap or staring at you from a higher seating position, or dogs are play fighting at your feet. These courses are very popular and get great feedback being a combination of knowledge,  practical tips, and hands on practice. This enables staff who may already have a challenging role to concentrate on the purpose of their visit, rather than their own fears and concerns.

It is always interesting to see which dogs are the scariest, and for whom. Of course many people find the large dogs intimidating, whereas others find the really quick movements  and noisy barking from small dogs more scary and off putting.

My sessions be they individual or group involve exposure to dogs of different sizes and energy levels, on lead, off lead (when ready), walking, running. maybe two dogs together. Taz our elderly large dog,  although he can look intimidating at first glance actually moves pretty slowly now and most people find him easy. More anxiety provoking is Izzy who although small can be made to sing and bark, run and jump, and generally look excited. Teya and Billy are different again. I can always borrow other people and their dogs too if I need more variety!

This is probably the major difference in the work I do compared to more traditional and formal therapy. Often these sessions involve a lot of talking, thinking and planning, and writing lists. We do not usually write much (well anything actually) in my sessions but I do sometimes leave handouts and reminders for people once we are finished.  It is very much a practical process and the sessions provided by others can lay a good ground work for ours.

However it can only go so far without exposure to dogs – in the words of one young man  to his mum- “I am tired of talking I want to DO something”. Of course with that  approach he made rapid progress.

In my next and final (for now)  being scared of dogs blog post  I am going to shut up, and hand over to the people who have been on the receiving end to have their say.

Thank goodness I hear you say.

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Being scared of Dogs (Part 2)

 

The official term is Cynophobia. It is a condition that affects many people and is I guess the opposite of  Cynophilist – a person who loves dogs. Or more commonly a “dog lover”. Yep thats probably me, and possibly you.

Symptoms of being a dog phobic can  include debilitating symptoms such as feeling anxious and panicky around dogs, constantly checking for dogs when out in public, avoiding places with dogs, and feeling like that fear interferes with normal life. All of the children I have worked with have experienced these symptoms,  and this fear has definitely interfered with every day, normal life.  This is stressful for both the child and the parents/carers, and wider family.

My aim when I am asked to go out is definately NOT to turn the child into a dog lover! I do not care if they do not like dogs at the end of it, this is not the aim of the work.

It is often a relief to parents when you say this as they are likely anticipating a dog crazy person trying to persuade them, and their children, that all dogs are lovely. (Of course I think they are, but that is not why I am there).

Curiously on more than one occasion the children have ended up wanting a dog, and on several occasions  the families have ended up with a dog of their own. Which is all good, but not the aim.

The aim is to give children accurate information about dogs; to acknowledge that some dogs can be scary and some dog owners are not good responsible owners; to provide a range of tools and techniques that the child can use, for themselves, with support and back up from parents, which will help with their anxiety; to change some negatively formed neural pathways concerning dogs into more neutral ones; and. most importantly to give opportunity to practice with a range of different dogs and in different settings .

Things you wont hear me say

  • Its alright s/he wont hurt you
  • s/he’s lovely
  • s/he just wants to play
  • come and be brave and stroke her/him
  • s/he has never bitten anyone
  • s/he’s safe s/he loves people
  • they can smell your fear
  • if you just stroke her/him it will be ok

Things you may hear me say – although each time is different and unique to each child/person/circumstance

  • you tell me when it feels ok
  • you let me know when you feel comfortable
  • its ok to take a step backwards if you feel like it
  • learn to be boring
  • do not look at the dog
  • you do not have to walk closer
  • you do not have to touch the dog (but you can if you want to)
  • you tell me when the dog is too close
  • are you red/amber/green ?
  • lets play a game (if the child is young)
  • tell me what you are seeing/feeling/ thinking

 

Each time I follow a slightly different process , depending on the child/ persons age, level of understanding, the scale of their fear, how long it has been in place. I can usually tell pretty quickly if it is really a reflection of the parents fear or dislike of dogs, if the child deep down wants to like dogs, and if I can eventually persuade them to get a dog ( no I didnt really say that it was a joke!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adventures

 

Animal Adventures  sounds like it might be something grand, exotic, or exciting. I guess that depends on your definition of all those words. To me, even at 60 something still being able to share my life with amazing creatures is a joy and a constant amazement.Be it the feral cat we took on, who is feral no more; or the fen ferret, found covered in blood sucking ticks, who went on to survive for years and be a much loved character(still sadly missed)  or the horses and dogs who share our lives day in and day out- it is all a gift. Like many a small child I dreamt of, drew, wrote about and pretended to have animals; asked for a cottage in the country and a paddock and a pony on my Christmas list from the time I could write, and day dreamed my way through many a car journey imagining my trusted steed- (either pure white, or jet black) was racing along beside me.

This blog is my place to capture those memories, (those that are left!). It is really for me, but  I  hope that it is also worthy of your attention, and that it prompts your own  memories, stories, and dreams from years gone by. And indeed from now, here , right in this precious moment that we still share with the animals we love.

I think that  Blaze and Scarlett are here going- what is she doing down there? what is she talking about now? She does rattle on!   20170604_112843

Being Cassies Human

Being Cassie’s Human was a pretty special honour.
The  thing was it had certain kinds of responsibilities, but there were plenty of rewards too.
 The responsibilities mostly centred around food (plenty of it, and often) and exercise (same deal),playtime ( yep same deal) – plus a lap to lay on (this time only as and when required) and lots of love (always,and not just from us who were her humans, but everyone).

See Cassie did not really think that she was a dog. She felt more in common with people, preferred their company, and felt more confident with people than dogs.  She learned to tolerate the other dogs we made her live with , but if she was out and about then people definately were head of the queue.

Cassie’s work was to help people who  lacked confidence and had some life challenges to feel good about themselves, pretty easy for a dog who loved everyone.

Wherever we went there was someone to love. She loved us, her special humans,sure. But she had more love to give than we could take- we were already overflowing. So she liked to share it, and as her humans, we liked her to share it too.

Her favourite was teenagers.Especially if they were wearing hoodies and trying to look tough and notcaringaboutanything.

She also liked anyone who was scared of dogs and was always on a quest to help them feel better and not be scared. Several families now have dogs of their own thanks to Cassie.

At our K9 Community Cafe she was the meet and greet committee – trotting up to everyone as they came in to say hi- her bright eyes gleaming, her bushy tail waving.

She would roll onto her back to say lets do the tummy rub thing  to break down any barriers,or shyness they may have been feeling.

Once off lead she purposefully trotted up  a garden path into someone’s kitchen to say hello – turns out she knew the elderly lady was missing her own dogs and needed a canine cuddle.

So being Cassies human opened doors,both literally and figuratively.

She opened doors to peoples homes for sure – but mostly she opened doors to peoples hearts. Once that door was open then us humble humans could stumble on in and do what we were there for.

Since she has been gone I do try to keep on with her work- its hard without her and I have to imagine her trotting along beside me ,tail waving, happy and proud to greet the day and all the people and opportunities held gently within it.

Truth is those doors do not open so easily without her, but I owe it to her to keep going. With  a spring in my step,a wag in my tail and a forever open  heart. 13925438_916408318471383_7685602230775972966_o

 

 

 

new year new blog

Well I keep meaning to write my “blog”- what a strange word that is! originally it was going to be about my dogs, now maybe it needs to include horse tales as well. These short winter days  and long nights increase the desire to be creative,somehow, somewhere. I’m  not so good at much else but words. And the occasional photograph. Even then I need some focus  and motivation. This post is linked to my K9 Project website,so maybe will be much about that.
Today I have been thinking a lot about the skills needed to work creatively with young people and dogs, or maybe any animals.  I guess I could write about patience, appropriate training, understanding of the human psyche, life experience. But this week so  far it has mostly been about
  • listening to Stevie Wonders “Superstition” for 1 hour 16 and half minutes on constant repeat
  • discussing “anime” in great detail and  being interested, when you are not.
  • checking out “anime” online so you can join in aforementioned conversation with some insight ( don’t bother- you certainly do not need to know!)
  • trying not to loose patience with the 4 different organisations who have not bothered  to pay me for a wide variety of reasons.

So i guess yes patience certainly figures in there for sure. Dogs .Dogs help with that too. Heres Izzy enjoying the autumn

Certainly  a bit cold for swimming now. Roll on Spring.