Diva Mama

Although she certainly is a Diva, Janey has been tremendously enjoying her time as a Mama.  She is inordinately proud of her puppies, and her devotion and meticulous care of them would arouse envy in the most dedicated Jewish mother. 

It was perfectly understandable that while they were small, she would be ready to feed and clean up after them, but now they are over two months old, big, fat and active, but Janey, although she hasn’t really got milk anymore, is still willing to let them sprawl across her and suckle a few times a day.  The sight of these puppies, already about a third of her size, but still her babies, is quite intriguing. 

She still cleans up after them, and she cleans them.  This is not an easy job.  These puppies, from two desert born parents, have decided that water was created to splash in, and they spend much of their time with as many feet as possible in the water buckets.  Not only feet, of course.  The next stage is to  run around the yard collecting leaves and mud that sticks to the dripping puppy fur.  Janey patiently attends to each one in turning, licking them dry and cleaning them fastidiously, so that they can go back for their next turn at the water bucket.

Although she is a very eager eater and never one to turn down a meal, she is still regurgitating food for her babies.  Few bitches still have this instinct, but in Janey it is still strong and she can’t resist giving the little ones this additional food, even though they are eating three hearty meals a day.  They, of course, eagerly gobble down these extra treats.

Protecting the puppies is, of course, essential!  People are very welcome to pet and play with them, although Janey prefers to have all the petting for herself. But no other dogs are allowed to get anywhere near the perimeter of the puppy pen – Janey stands between the invader and her darlings showing her teeth and producing a sort of banshee scream, “Stay away from my children!!!!!” Janey is always quite vocal, expressing her opinion in varying tones about everything – this is, after all, a diva characteristic.  But the puppy-protection tone itself is definitely enough to deter anyone.  Habibi is the major target.  Any time he comes out of the house, there she is, vigorously warning him from getting near.  Habibi finds this whole situation very boring – he has no interest in invading the puppy pen, and really doesn’t see what the fuss is all about.  He passes the diva with a supercilious expression of , “Oh, really….!”

However, when the puppies are running free in the yard or on the lawn, Janey has no problems with Habibi being a substitute father.  He is very tolerant of puppies, and even enjoys playing with them, and Janey seems to see this as a break from her responsibilities to entertain and discipline her family.  She rests in the shade, watching what is going on, perfectly calm and unconcerned about Habibi’s participation.

She does love to play with the puppies herself – especially in the evening, when the weather is cooler and the yard is shady, she runs and plays rough and tumble with them, teaching them everything a good Canaan needs to know about communicating, and is always very careful to keep everything at a level that is suited to youngsters.

A few of the pups have gone to their new homes, and Janey doesn’t seem to  miss them – there are still five, and some of them will be here for several months more before they leave for new homes.  Somehow I think that Janey will not be interested in resuming her diva life until all the puppies have gone – motherhood for a Canaan is more attractive than anything else.

Diva

It seems that Janey has decided that a perpetual state of pregnancy will assure her of all her aspirations in life.  Janey has decided that she is a true diva.  Having the puppies will mean that she has to become a caring mother; being a diva is much more fun, so she is dragging things out as long as she can.

A week or so ago, Janey was introduced to the whelping room, my special little room adjoining the living room with all the comforts and necessities a mother and new litter require.  It took about five minutes of inspection of the room and the whelping box for Janey to decide, “This is mine!  An entire room, just for me!!!!”  The room was made even more attractive by the fact that this is where the dog food bins for the house dogs are.  I had to put a puppy fence around the bins, since Janey decided that all food here was free and hers.

Janey has a choice of sleeping in the whelping box, with piles of papers to scratch around in, or on a nice plush dog rug near by.  This morning I found her in the whelping box with the dog rug, which she had carried in and arranged comfortably.  Why choose if you can have them both?

Of course, Habibi is stopped at the threshold.  This room is hers!  But she is very calm and regal about it all.  No scratching around, poking in corners, nervously looking for the proper place – although this is her first time to have puppies, Janey obviously understands exactly what is about to happen, and that she is special and deserving of the consideration and worship of all involoved.  Come, slaves, and rub my belly…

Update:

The puppies have been born.  In true diva style, Janey ate her breakfast (no ridiculous middle of the night hours for her), had a nap, and decided that carrying around this enormous belly was getting to be a nuisance, and it was time to start.  Very calmly and efficiently, she started to deliver puppies.  There was an absolute minimum of fuss, no excessive panting or fidgeting around, just a few strong pushes, and the puppy was out.  Without any hesitation, she thoroughly cleaned each new arrival ( very sensibly spacing them with about 45 minutes between pups, so that each received the necessary attention), and each clean and dry puppy was then nudged over to a nipple.  By late afternoon, the family was complete – eight big fat pups, contentedly nursing, with their mother curled around them, extremely pleased with herself.

Like all Canaans, Janey is an extremely devoted mother.  The first two days, I actually had to pick her up out of the whelping box and carry her outside for a few minutes of relief and movement.  Food and water had to be brought to her in the whelping box (well, a diva doesn’t have to move, she gets served…) – her puppies needed her every second.  Now that they are six days old, she is willing to get up and come out every now and then for a few minutes, warn all other dogs to stay away, and then come back quickly to inspect the little darlings.

I have never been one to let visitors in to see puppies while they were very small, as most mothers do not care for this.  But I have had some house visitors in the last few days.  Janey immediately came to the door of her room (the door is glass, so that I can see what is going on inside and the dogs inside can see what is going on in the living room), asked to be let in, climbed onto the lap of the visitors and started to tell them how absolutely and unbelievably clever she is and what amazing and gorgeous children she has…

I have a feeling that raising this litter is going to be very interesting…

Gentleman

Janey , the Jordanian girl, is now living in the house,  She is due to have puppies in a few weeks, and I decided that since she is due at the time of the year when we might have absolutely the worst weather of the winter, better for her to be inside.  In actual fact, Canaans have no trouble with the conditions outdoors, and many of my bitches over the years have had their puppies in the kennel in a well protected whelping box.  But Janey has decided, for reasons that are not clear to me, that going into a dog house is unnecessary pampering for a Canaan. In the heaviest rainstorms, I can look out and see her curled up in a tight little ball in the middle of the yard, empty comfortable and dry dog houses on each side…

So since I prefer that new puppies have the basic comforts, I decided to bring her in.  At this point, I am beginning to wonder if this was not her plan from the beginning.

Just coming into the house was not her agenda.  The plan was to take over the house.  After a quick inspection, she immediately decided what were the most comfortable and desirable spots, and that these spots were HERS.

My house in fact belongs to Habibi, he is the king here.  Other dogs tread softly around him, and know that the spot next to the sofa under my hand is his, and also that all toys, bones, and other amusements are not to be touched without his specific permission.

But not Janey.  She immediately set her sights on the spot next to the sofa, wormed her way in between Habibi and me, and then had the nerve to growl ferociously at him to warn him to back off!

One thing that most people do not realize about dogs is that almost without exception, males are gentlemen.  They back down to the females, even when the girls do not deserve it.  Whatever explanations the behavior experts want to give to this is not really relevant, it is simply a fact – the dog world is much more polite and respectful to the female of the species than we are.

So Habibi backed off, with a rueful glance at me, to ask why I felt the need to let this troublesome creature in to his domain.  Not even a little growl in return.  Not even a lift of the lip.  Just a little twitch of the whiskers…

Janey then decided that she would take over one of Habibi’s bones.  He watched her carry it over to the carpet and start chewing away at it, pondering what was the best course of action.  Finally, he simply walked over to her and, without any sort of threat  aside from a bit of stiffness in his posture, he gently and very delicately picked the bone up and walked away. 

Janey is no fool.  She knows that even politeness has its limits.  Ears back and head down, she rolled over on her side to show her well developed belly, and let Habibi take the bone.

She still keeps possession of the spot next to the sofa, but Habibi has the privilege of getting on the sofa and curling up on my feet.  There is no way that Janey will be allowed to do this.

But the looks that I see on Habibi’s face as he watches this presumptuous lady are priceless and indescribable, but highly expressive.

Rain, Rain...

We have just been through four straight days of rain.  After a number of years of drought and near drought here in Israel, rain is very welcome and a blessing.  But sometimes blessings are a bit more than we bargained for – no one really expected that we would get most of the winter’s average rainfall in four days.

Despite the fact that almost every year there is at least one very heavy rain, with a lot of water coming down very fast, and a lot of discussion about what needs to be done to prevent flooding, somehow it seems to never get past the level of talk.  And so this year, with very heavy rains continuing almost non stop for four days, all the rivers and streams in the country filled to overflowing (serious overflowing!), the Sea of Galilee rose higher than it has been in years, gorgeous waterfalls appeared where they have never been seen before, and of course floods.  No comparison, of course, to floods we have been heard about in the last few years in other countries, but many roads closed and even completely under water, and houses and neighborhoods flooded so that people had to leave their homes for a few days.  And despite all this, I haven’t really heard of anyone who was unhappy about the rain – we do appreciate water here.

I have to admit that rain is not my favorite thing.  I very much appreciate the necessity for plenty of rain, to replenish our resources and to bring all the plant life around us into burgeoning life, and we have no fear of floods here, being up in the hills, but it would be nice if it didn’t rain on my house. 

I have a deep seated trauma about rain on my roof.  When I moved into this house almost 43 years ago, it was almost a total ruin, and it took us many years (since we never had any money to pay for repairs) to get it into normal,  comfortable and livable condition.  So for many years, winter rains meant that in part of the house, you needed an umbrella when there was heavy rain, and most furniture and such had to be moved out for the winter.  We were lulled to sleep at night by the drip-drip-drip of the water from the ceiling into the variety of pots and buckets that were strategically placed all around the house.  I developed extremely good selective hearing – in my sleep I could hear the vessel that was full to almost overflowing, get up, empty it, put it back, and go back to sleep until the tone changed again.

One year, when my parents visited from the US, in the rainy season, they found me on the roof spreading plastic sheeting and holding it in place by nailing down wood strips, in hopes that the rain would run off…It didn’t work very well…

I was also terrified of thunder storms.  People worry about their dogs being afraid of lightning and thunder – well, mine never have been, they were the ones that comforted me.  There was a reason, of course.  We lived here for 17 years without electricity (yes, NO electricity, not a generator), not by choice of course, but still…When we finally got electricity, it became addictive immediately. Perhaps for us it was even more essential than for those who always had it.  Thunder and lightning storms almost invariably caused us to have electricity blackouts, and usually it was at night.  So there we were, in the cold and dark, with raindrops falling on our heads, and just the dogs to keep us warm…

The associations are indelible.  Whenever there are thunder storms, I nervously wait for the electricity to go out.  And although we have rewired and renovated everything over the years, at least a few times a winter we are left sitting in the dark, with the rain falling on the roof (and yes, it always does happen at night).

The dogs don’t mind the rain. They all have excellent shelters, with roofs, dog houses, everything necessary to keep dry.  And then I look out and see them lying curled up in a ball in the center of the yard with the rain pouring down, or sitting on the doorstep with a nice big dry dog house 30 centimeters away…

Habibi, however, definitely does not like the rain.  He is totally spoiled.  I think he could go for two days without peeing at all if it meant not having to go out in the rain.  I let him out, he sits on the top step pressed against the door with this expression of “You can’t be serious! You expect me to go out in this????? No self respecting dog should be tortured like this!”  And this is not just when the rain is pouring down, a fine mist and wet ground is quite enough to offend his sensibilities.  He will just sit there until I go out and make him get off the step and go out to the yard.  “Well, if I have to get wet, so do you!”

When he comes in, he dashes around the house, wiping the water off on the bedspread and the sofa, and then goes to sit next to the radiator until he is sure that he is completely dry.  I have to say that I do identify with him, my feelings are the same.

This year there was a lot of snow that fell during this huge storm, mostly in the north where there is snow every year, and some in Jerusalem, where there is sometimes snow, but usually not much.  This year there was quite a lot – enough to cover things, build snow men, have snow ball fights.  Israelis get very excited about snow, and those that live in the areas that never have snow will get in their cars and drive for hours to go and see the snow.

We are just under the snow line, there is very rarely any snow here, and there wasn’t any this time either.  I do not miss it – I grew up in Chicago, and I know what REAL snow is.  The one time, some years ago, when there was a really heavy snow that covered us also, the kennel roof collapsed from the weight.

Habibi, though, has not seen snow. I wonder if he would consider it to be the same as rain….

The big snow at Shaar  Hagai - once in 43 years...

TV Time

One of the pups, who is now seven months old, is spending some time in the house these days to learn house manners.  Shoshana was in the house as a small puppy, but has been out in the yard with the other youngsters for a while.  But now her turn has come to be inside.

She seems to be quite pleased with this situation.  So far, she has not tried to chew anything up.  Of course, Habibi has a lot to do with this exemplary behavior.  As far as he is concerned, everything in the house belongs to him. So if she tries to pick anything up, she immediately finds him standing over her with a stern look of “Put that down! It’s mine!” 

However, she is no pushover.  Habibi spends a lot of his indoor time either lying on my feet on the sofa when I am there (not my favorite place for him, as the sofa is rather short, and he is not a small dog…), or lying next to me, either next to the sofa or next to my chair when I am at the computer.  So I was relaxing and watching television with Habibi next to me when I heard an emphatic growl.  Shoshana had decided that SHE wanted to be next to me, and she was growling at Habibi to move!  I was first of all amazed that she had the nerve to try it, and then further amazed by the fact that Habibi let her get away with it!  True that he is very tolerant of puppies, but to let another dog crawl in between him and me, and to let her get away with growling about it …! 

I found this interaction fascinating.  Shoshana growling with a very serious look on her face, Habibi just looking at her, and then Shoshana licking his nose as she continued to growl – “I don’t really mean it, I just want to sit here, but you need to take me seriously...”

So there we all were, watching television. At first, Shoshana didn’t pay any attention to it, she was busing worming her way into position next to the sofa.  But then she suddenly noticed all the movements and shapes and colors, and whatever a dog does see on the TV screen, along with the noise – Oh my!!!! What was this????  This was enough to make her give up her position next to the sofa and retreat to the kitchen doorway.

After a while, she decided either that this weird object was not dangerous, or that her preferred spot was more important. She ignored the program that was on, and concentrated on protecting her territorial rights from Habibi.

And then a new program came on,  We are now getting an American series, I guess you could call it an action series, “Spartacus”, about the Roman gladiators.  I had never seen it, and was curious, and quickly discovered that it was a showcase for some really good bodies, both male and female, with the males engaging in really serious rough stuff. (At my age, I am allowed to admire these physiques, but I could do without the addition of blood and guts…)

As the battle scenes came on, with the posturing men in their aggressive positions, muscles standing out, faces with that dominant male stare, Shoshana stood up, head forward, ears up, and stared.  These figures on the screen were threatening!  Look at that body language! Who knew if they weren’t going to jump out and attack us!!!!  She stood there and barked at them – inside that strange box or not, they did not belong in our house!

No question about how well Shoshana was reading body language.  Who says that dogs don’t pay attention to what they see on TV?  Mostly, though, it is just not significant enough to respond to.

Habibi thought that this just proved how silly she was – everyone knows that there is no one inside the television…

Guests

Over the last months, we have had a lot of guests (one of the reasons I have not been posting much lately).  It is always nice to be able to welcome visitors, whether long time friends or new ones.  Hearing at first hand what is going on in other parts of the world – the dog world primarily, of course – is always fascinating and it is fun showing visitors my little corner of the world.

Habibi, however, does not share this opinion. For him, these strangers disrupt his perfectly controlled domain, interfere with the daily schedule, and worst of all, invade his household.  I can understand his point of view – once he has inspected them and sniffed the details of their own dogs, then there is nothing more of interest to him.  He is not interested in conversations. Sitting and watching my friends and me talk is boring.

He has his own ways of preventing boredom.  I am always careful to explain the rules for meeting Habibi.  Habibi likes to make an impression – a BIG impression – on newcomers. This means circling them and barking ferociously so that they will understand clearly whose house this is.  He has never tried to bite anyone, that is not the purpose of this game.  The purpose is to see the visitor react – that can be very entertaining for him.  Visitors that clearly show discomfort in their body language, back away, or on the other hand try to talk to him and hold out a hand in a friendly way (“Who are you to be friendly to me?!!! I am the one who decides on when to be friendly!!!!”) are a joy to him – action, reaction, what a great game making people jump to your bark!

Visitors are told to simply ignore him and to come in and sit down.  Experienced dog people are the best at this, they know how to control their expressions and body language, walk past him and sit down.  People with less dog experience do try – but Habibi immediately recognizes the signs of insecurity, that stiffening of the body and sideways glance.  If he was a person, he would be laughing out loud at this point.  People that are particularly unsure of themselves may end up getting a nose nudge to the posterior – that little jump away is absolutely hilarious to Habibi.

Once people sit down, he takes up his position in front of me, sitting or lying on my feet and observing the conversation.  But once a guest has chosen a seat, that is where he needs to stay.  Getting up to go to another room is not allowed, Habibi stands in front of him barking until he sits down again.  For those that Habibi has marked as the insecure, even reaching forward to pick up a coffee cup may result in a warning growl – “You are moving! Watch it!”

Guests that stay overnight are a bigger problem for him.  Once they have settled into the guest room and he sees that he can’t get rid of them so fast, he grudgingly allows them to move around the house.  However, things like getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom are definitely not allowed.

My last houseguest was a real dog person who spent a few days here.  Why a real dog person? Habibi decided that – from the minute she walked in the door, he approved of her. No barking! He jumped on her, solicited attention, sat on her lap on the sofa when we were chatting in the living room.  I have never seen him so unreservedly friendly to a stranger.

But even with her, there are house rules.  She was allowed to walk around the house, to go into the kitchen, take a glass of water or even make a cup of coffee – but to open the refrigerator and take something out – no!  Going into her room was fine, but bringing out odd objects, like a camera, was likely to result in barking.  And of course, getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom…fortunately, she was not a person that did a lot of night wandering.

At the moment, life is back to normal for Habibi, no house guests.  Sorry, though, there are still a few due to visit soon…

Who is coming????

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Friend

I just got word that a very good friend passed on a few days ago.  She had been valiantly fighting cancer for several years, doing her best to both overcome the disease and not let it stop her from living her life in the meanwhile.  There was even a happy period when she seemed to have succeeded and to be cancer free – how happy we all were.

But cancer is an insidious enemy, and in the end could not be defeated.

What is strange, though nowadays it seems to be more and more common, is that although I really considered her one of my best friends, we never met in person.  We met on the internet, and all of our friendship, discussions, exchange of opinions, support, commiseration, and celebration, was carried on on-line.  One of my wishes was to at some time be able to meet her face to face;  this will never happen.  But I never had any feeling of knowing her less well, or of her being less of a friend, than people that I see frequently and can shake hands with.  The opposite was true, I think that we had a deeper and more serious relationship than I have with many of my “real” acquaintances.

What a strange world we live in, where our best friends are virtual.  But, if we really think about it, until not so very long ago, many deep relationships were carried on for years through writing letters.  Remember those?  Waiting for the mailman to come and bring the next chapter of the adventures of our friends?  And those were the days of real letters, pages and pages of information, not the shorthand of email…

Most of my dear friends, and especially those that I value so much but that live so far across the world that I might never actually get to meet them in person, I have met through the dogs.  Through lists, groups, people that expressed interest, photos on line, and many other possibilities, but always having in common the love and passion for dogs that develops into friendships that expand to many other interests and activities.  Friendships that continue for years and years, as there are always things we have in common and that we can “talk” about.

For Habibi and all of the other four legged friends, all this sitting at the computer and concentrating on incomprehensible words on the screen is impossible to understand – running around and chasing a ball outside would be much more fun.  But I really have you to thank for being responsible for my participation in this world that is so fascinating and contains so many wonderful friends.

I deeply miss my friend, and can only believe that she is at peace and accompanied now by all the four legged companions that enriched her life and brought us together.  Rest in peace, Sally.  We will meet face to face sometime at the Rainbow Bridge…