Highs and Lows

Post soccer tryouts Voodoo doughnut appropriately named

Post soccer tryouts Voodoo doughnut.

We were doing alright for a short time there. Pantry door was being closed with the loaf of bread in the pantry. And Dec would even occasionally give his NPH shot before going to school, which not only kept him at a reasonable blood-sugar level, but also let him throw down snacks after school without a shot.

The walks with Bear were more enjoyable with the lack of pantry snacking. With a stable diet of dog food, Bear poops were regular, easy to pick up, and generally one per walk.

We went off the rails. Maybe the change in weather relaxed everything, but suddenly Bear eats a loaf every second or third day. Tiring of bread, he now dabbles in other snacks. He discovered the box of granola bars, a post low-blood sugar snack, accessible on the pantry floor. Though he was able to hork down nearly a baker’s dozen, the individual wrapped not-for-resale packaging foiled his parvo-recovered intestinal track. Like the cat leaving a mouse at the doorstep after tiring of playing with it, and not wanting to eat it (people say it is a “gift” to the owners, but I believe cats just get bored with it), Bear left a pile of granola bars, packaging included, just inside the front door. Thank you very much.

Individually-wrapped, not-for-resale pile of granola bars and wrappers.

Individually-wrapped, not-for-resale pile of granola bars and wrappers.

As a frequent consumer of granola bars I am thankful that they have dispensed with the raisin granola flavor. I would have been more upset had Bear eaten a bunch of granola bars knowing that the precious peanut-butter and chocolate-chip flavors were consumed. I wonder who actually likes the granola raisin flavor. Raisins simply wreck the vehicle they travel in, be it a cookie, granola, or cereal. I digress.

I realized that training Bear in Dec’s bedroom, or just downstairs in general, might be a good idea. To lower that hurdle, I purchased and placed a bag of dried liver in Dec’s closet. Shocking that Bear has not figured out how to get into that bag of goodies.

Relaxing on the couch.

Relaxing on the couch.

With a slight increase in training, Bear has picked up on a reliable “tell” that someone is low: the Capri-sun juice pouch. Dec or Maggie would be low. After sipping on the juice pouch, Bear would plop from the couch, stretch, and signal with paw and bark. Do we reward this signal? I told Bear we wanted a leading indicator, let us know before the juice is consumed, not a lagging indicator of low-blood sugar. Nonetheless, we rewarded this signal, then waited for the appropriate no-low-blood sugar in the house to reverse this lagging indicator.

Home alone with Bear, I pulled out a juice pouch. At the sound of the pouch leaving the box, Bear jumped up and signaled. I admonished him for the false signal. After several of these, he quit signaling the pouch.

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