Highs and lows

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Bear and Dec sharing the new bed.

So last week we started noticing Bear signaling quite a bit more, starting with the time he barked at me with Declan sitting across from me (Late Update). I believe that he has been signaling at some level, but we have not been noticing. That said, Bear is not on all the time. Two nights ago Declan was getting into bed; Bear was on his trundle snoring. Dec said, “I think I need to test.” Sure enough he was low. We got Bear awake and he signaled, but at some point Bear needs to wake from the scent on his own and signal.

This morning Maggie rolled out of bed and came upstairs, sitting next to Bear. Bear pawed her and then she went and tested. She was low. The challenge in this case is twofold. First, it would be good for Bear to have to come to Maggie, but she is in tune with how she feels. So she will go to Bear when she feels low to give him practice, but the only time Maggie goes to Bear is when she is low. Bear needs to signal when she is low, not when she approaches him. At this point I am not convinced what Bear is signaling. The second challenge is to get Maggie excited after he signals. When he pawed her this morning, she simply stood up and went to her kit to test, quietly telling me that Bear signaled her. Now I wonder how many times has he signaled without any celebration or without any treats.

Bear wondering why Sam is trapped in his crate.

Bear wondering why Sam is trapped in his crate.

This afternoon I was running to the store when Dec and Sam got home from school. When I got home my mom, who is out visiting, told me that Bear pawed Declan. Declan quashed the signal, telling Grandma that Bear paws a lot when he gets home because he is so excited. And I agree with Declan, however, when I got home and heard this I told Dec that he needed to test. Though I was expecting the usual mid-afternoon 300+ blood sugar reading, Dec was 72. Though it was quite a bit after his initial signal, we had Bear signal Dec again before treating the low with a juice pouch.

Chewing update

After spending over $60 on chew toys and bones, things have improved. Bear now has a big basket of toys that is depleted throughout the day. (Need to teach him to pick up his own toys.) The basket is refilled as the house gets picked up throughout the day. In addition to more approved chew things, I put Bear in the crate whenever I leave the house. Needless to say, it is not foolproof. Yesterday Fiona stormed upstairs screaming, which is not out of character, but she was screaming that she MUST have a lock on her door. Bear chewed up a hanger and a leather-bound sketch book.

The fourth of six helmets destroyed by Bear.

The fourth of six helmets destroyed by Bear.

I am able to empathize with Fiona. I’ve had several shoes gnawed on along with books and notebooks. However, I had trouble not laughing with such a big deal about a hanger being chewed up. “It will have to be replaced!” she yelled. I’m fine with that. It is a bummer when Bear chews things up. Now whenever we drive past our local True Value, Fiona points to it and says, “Let’s go and get a lock for my door.” I respond by telling her that Bear doesn’t chew anything anymore. She rolls her eyes. He doesn’t chew as much, at least, it is going in the right direction. Guffaw. And I’ll do a better job of making sure the gate is up at the bottom of the stairs and that your door is latched. Another roll of the eyes.

Lessons

Jelly getting some quality Z's on the new bed.

Jelly getting some quality Z’s on the new bed.

We go to Service Dog training lessons this Saturday. I needed these classes to start a month ago, and it will be great to get started with Kristin again. Without much direction, and with an adolescent dog, I purchased a few books. My Smart Puppy arrived first. Turns out Bear being a big pain in my butt is developmental. This book should be attached to the puppy when you bring it home. Better yet, it should be mailed to you three weeks prior to picking the puppy up.

Grandma

photoGrandma came to town and helped out with some walks and teaching Bear to drop a ball at her foot. Not sure how she did it, but I haven’t been able to replicate it. Bear learned to retrieve a ball for Grandma. Anyone else and it turns into a game of keep-away.

Updates

Approved and unapproved chew toys.

Approved and unapproved chew toys.

Chew toys and live alerts.

After Bear alerted my friend and I thought he was just being a pain in the butt, but later found out she was prone to low blood sugar, I have been much more attentive to possible low alerting on people with fully functioning pancreas.  It’s happened twice so far.  I got home from the gym and was getting lunch together for myself.  (I go to the gym in the middle of the day now, with my open schedule.)  Bear is excited to get out of his crate and also to greet people, so he was walking around my legs, wagging his whole body, pushing into my knees and what not when he started pawing me.  I first thought that it was part of his excitement of meeting and getting out of his crate, but then I went ahead and grabbed a glucose meter and checked.  One of the advantages of having T1D people living in the house is we have tons of medical supplies, including glucose meters.

Turns out I was 80, which technically is “in range” for those that don’t have a functioning pancreas, but for me it was low.  I gave Bear a bunch of treats and celebrated the live alert.

Yesterday Heather got back from the gym and some errands.  Bear was doing his full body wag, pushing up against the new arrivals, celebrating getting out of his crate and greeting people when he pawed Heather.  I threw her a spare glucose meter and she was 86.  With a functioning pancreas, the 86 is low, so we handed out some freeze-dried bison lung, a high-value treat for Bear.

Chewing

One of three headlamps consumed.  Ashley in background says, "I told you so."

One of three headlamps consumed. Ashley in background says, “I told you so.”

After spending over $200 replacing bike helmets (3) and footwear (2), I went out and spent $60 of chew toys.  Shopping for chew toys is like shopping for mechanical pencils.  They are all do the same basic thing, but they have a plethora of different colors and shapes and gizmos and gadgets.  Back in high school I learned that I freeze under too many choices and being an early adopter of mechanical pencils, I would lose track of time in the pencil aisle at the art store, trying out all the different styles.  Having a choice is good, I know, but I learned early on that having too many choices put me in a state of decision-paralysis.  And this is why I love going to Costco to shop.  They put two products to choose from; there is the Kirkland brand and the name brand.  I can handle that decision, but put 43 different chew toys in front of me and I freeze.

Sitting on the couch perusing the basket of toys.

Sitting on the couch perusing the basket of toys.

I was able to leave the pet store with three new chew toys in under 30 minutes.  Now Bear’s toy basket includes three rope squeaky toys (Costco), two femur bones, a Jax style toy that you can put meat rings on, a plastic bone that you can put meat rings on (pictured above), two squeaky stuffed animals (Costco, lost one of them), a hot dog squeaky toy, a specialized chew toy that came from some lab ($28), another specialized chew toy from some lab, and one to three tennis balls.  Regardless of the growing inventory of chew toys, Bear chewed two bike helmets, one head lamp, and three hangers in a two-day period.  At this point I am just thankful that there wasn’t a pair of Marc Jacobs boots or purse in that mix, which start at $100.

Not that I’ll ever be doing this again, but if I were to do it again, and if anyone ever asks for advice, I would by a lot of chew toys.  And people told me to do this (comments right here, even).  It is one of those incidental costs that some people like me have a hard time springing for.  In the toy aisle fourteen different chew toys, twelve rope toys, seven expensive toys, five types of Frisbees, and eight different tennis balls confront me.  Without the five hours needed to sort through the choices and come to a decision, I tell myself that Bear doesn’t need the toys, that the stuffed pig from Costco with one ear missing just needs to get rescued from the backyard.  And besides there is nothing that really jumps out at me.  Too many factors to choose from: size, type, color, cost, squeaky.

Hindsight is 20/20, and looking back I’d buy one new toy a week to introduce and cycle through the toy lineup.

Training

Training continues.  I am reintroducing some tasks that we should have down now.  One being the “grab the bringsel (or dongle).”  This will eventually be paired with a low-scent, but for now Bear needs to grab it and hold on to it.  Eventually he will bring it to the person with a low-scent, signaling that he smells a low-scent.

There are times I enjoy doing the training, but for the most part it is not something I look forward to doing.  It is becoming similar to drawing and giving insulin shots for Maggie and Declan.  The same low-level dread feeling accompanies both.  And I know how horrible it would be without insulin.  It still is a bummer to administer four to six shots every day.  It is a chore.  With Bear training, though, nothing catastrophic will occur by skipping or decreasing the frequency.

And so I look forward to the group lessons we’ve signed up for.  They start in two weeks.  I need some guidance, somebody to judge how things are going.  I need the teacher to be impressed with something we’ve been working on.

Lessons

Not sure when the last lesson was, over a month, i think.  At the lesson I realized that my energy and excitement for training is inversely related to the frequency of lessons.  I had to admit that Bear’s training has diminished to walks to the park, with some scent training thrown in there.  I’ll occasionally do a few things at home, like “go to bed”, “rollover”, and “crawl”.  The main reason for the lesson was to work on basic outdoor behavior: tugging on the leash and running next to the bike.

Right off the bat Kristin introduced Bear to a “Gentle-lead”, which is very gentle for the person, but appears extremely annoying to the canine at the other end.  It is a figure eight harness for the head, going around the snout and neck.  Bear started bucking and yanking at his snout as soon as it was on.  It reminded me of the first time we had him on a leash.  He did settle down after some tasty treats and a bit of time.  I am told that after a few sessions with the “gentle-lead” the uncontrollable yanking will disappear simply by pulling the “gentle-lead” out of one’s pocket.  That is how gentle it is to the canine at the other end.  We’ll see.

Next we went outside to run alongside the bike.  Luckily for us it was dry.  The last time I tried riding with Bear on the bike I nearly took his head off while he nearly yanked me down a bluff.  No treats necessary on this one since just running at full speed is such a joy (oh, to be a dog).  The majority of this lesson is to communicate where he needs to be, which is behind the fork line of the bike, and to the right of the bike.  We started by walking the bike with Bear on the right.  If he ever got passed the fork line, Kristin would say “Get back!” as she jerked the front wheel to the right to tap him.  Bear should be scared to go beyond the fork line of the bike because bad bad things will happen if he does this while riding.

Last night I practiced running with the bike, and this morning I rode with him to Maggie’s school to deliver a forgotten lunch.  Bear picked up on it like a champ.  This has everything to do with the reward for learning the lesson.  In fact, Maggie’s school is one of his favorite destinations with many dogs playing in the field at the beginning and end of each day.  Our walks to the school is what prompted me to call Kristin about tugging on the leash, which may be remedied with the aforementioned “gentle-lead.”  So on our ride to his favorite destination, Bear tugged a little bit, but he was very responsive to the “Knock it off” command.  Once we got to the school, he remained behind fork to the right of the bike as we walked to the door.

While Bear learned quickly how to run alongside the bike, I learned how powerful the reward is in learning.  I picked up some new treats while buying the “gentle-lead”, and Bear loves them.  Back at home he actually went to the dog-pad on the “go to bed” command without me standing right next to the pad.

The variety of treats will help in our latest skill to learn from Kristin: Find the scent.  We put five or six shoe-box sized boxes on the floor, putting treats in one of them (this is how they train drug sniffing dogs).  Bear needs to find the box with the treats.  At first the box is open.  Then we close the box.  Then we put a scent-sample along with the treats.  Then we put the scent-sample in random places around the room.  The idea of this drill is that Bear is seeking out the scent, actively finding it, instead of being passive and waiting for the scent.  Later in this game, we can hide a scent-sample at the park for Bear to find.

Mimi donning her new raincoat for the wet Portland weather.

In addition to the new game and running along with the bike, Bear has had a new dog in the house.  My mom is visiting with her dog, Mimi, who happens to be the same weight as Bear’s poops from the backyard.  Mimi is slowly getting used to Bear trying to play with her.  It is a bit awkward as his paw is about the size of her skull.

Questions:

  • Will Bear ever not seek attention from other dogs?
  • Will Declan be able to ride his bike with Bear running next to him?

Items chewed in the past week:

  • Declan’s school book (we’ve already ordered a replacement).
  • Fiona’s Steve Madden boots (apparently they are nice).
  • Four rolls of toilet paper.
  • A roll of paper towels.
  • Two milk cartons.
  • One juice pouch.

Backyard blues

Bear in the TV room

At a glance, or from a distance, it looks just about the same.  You might notice the dog pen pieces (the same ones that used to be inside) at the back and side of the house, keeping Bear in the backyard.  It is a bit surprising that he hasn’t figured out how flimsy the plastic pieces are that keep him secluded in the backyard.  I imagine that it is largely because they were so good at keeping him contained when he was a little puppy.  And on top of that, he still prefers to be inside, preferably on a couch.

But other than the dog-pen pieces purchased at Baby’s R Us, the plants, the shed, the path, the bikes, they all look the same.  Until you walk through the backyard, you would think that it hadn’t changed.  Getting a fenced-in yard was on our list of things to do before getting Bear.  All the other items were taken care of: dog food, chew toys, crate, and aforementioned dog-pen.  A fenced in yard never got done, and it has really only been done in practice.  A more substantial gate at the back and the side need to be installed (one run to Home Depot has supplies for the back gate stacked behind the house).

Walking through

Two things will hit you as you walk through the backyard.  You will notice both eventually.  One is the smell.  It is not overpowering, but it is there.  And it is stronger in some spots.  The smell emanates from piles of poo with plenty of “sitings”.  Along with the smell is the number of flies.  Attracted to an abundant amount of nutrition, the flies swarm the piles.  It has taken me a week to adjust to this new setup.  I now seek and scoop the piles first by sight and then by sniffer.

I first look for a gathering of flies, and then I hone in on the exact location by smell.  As a kid I would get paid a quarter per poop to cleanup Sammy’s yard.  Maybe it was the cold, or maybe it was the thin air in Colorado, but I remember those poops being dry to the point of brittle.  (It could also be the health of Sammy’s insides compared to Bear’s insides)

With paper bag and a shovel called the Super-dooper-pooper-scooper (it had a scissor type setup), I would get two-dollars of poop without any hassle.  There was never any struggle to get all the pieces; I never remember stepping on any. (It could also be that as a kid I just didn’t care if I stepped in dog poop)

Being isolated in the back, I didn’t clean out Sammy’s yard that much.  However, as a central part of our traffic flow, especially in nice weather, I clean the backyard at least once a day.  With the plastic bag over my hand like a glove, I venture out, taking big slow steps, looking for piles.  In the beginning I more often than not found the pile by stepping in it.

I think it is the humidity that keeps the odor on my shoes, and I apologize if you notice a dog poop smell around me, but I can’t escape it.  I’ve started leaving my shoes at the door, fearing what is clinging to the bottom.  I hope that I’ve developed highly sensitized sniffing of dog poop, and that I actually pick it up when others don’t.  I smell it at the gym and out for frozen yogurt.

It’s gotten to the point that I have changed some habits.  Instead of sitting with my leg crossed over the knee, I now have both feet flat on the ground to minimize the smell.  I’m told this is actually better posture.  Other unanticipated positives of having a puppy include: meeting a lot of our neighbors that have dogs; meeting a lot more women when I am walking the dog (see It’s true); getting the our cats in better shape since they walk with us.

It is worth noting that there are also unanticipated negatives of having a puppy: my hands smell like dog food from feeding him during training, my shoes smell like poop, and the backyard is littered with “chew” toys.

Bear territory

Bear playing with a water bottle during Maggie’s soccer practice.

The back patio is littered with actual chew toys and with “found” chew toys.  Branches and scrap pieces of wood are piled in a spider plant.  A bottle of fluoride pills (Portland does not add fluoride to the water) is punctured without a lid next to Bear’s squeaky red dog.  A hair-brush with the half a handle (don’t tell Heather or Maggie) lays in the rock path next to Bear’s kong and bone.  The soccer cone and duster can be found behind the rose-bush next to a hole he has been working on the last two weeks (again, don’t tell Heather).

As Declan and I walked through the yard, he said, “This is Bear’s territory.”  This just made me think of the pre-Tedford era, back when Pawlowski took the Bears to a top ten finish, which then made me a bit sad thinking of the recent loss to dreaded USC.

Spider territory

Lower right is the fly that has been sucked dry by the spider.

Every year about this time there are a lot of spiders.  The nests explode into an abundance of baby spiders.  There are a bit of a nuisance, but they disappear pretty quickly.  This year they are feasting on all the flies.  We get to witness the lower end of the food chain in our backyard.  Beginning from the waste of a higher order mammal, to larva and flies, and onto spiders.

4 months and 1 day

Bear is now just over four months old.  Turns out I am turning into one of those people I used to mock, that knows the exact day their pet was born.  It could be that the more significant a pet is, the more likely you will remember their birthday.  And the more you spend on a pet, the more significant they are.  It’s a quick way of tying emotion with finances.  With AKC background, private lessons, fancy food, toys, and nearly a week stay in the hospital, Bear is atop the totem in our home; above even myself and Heather.

We will not be able to have any lessons with Kristin for another two weeks (four weeks after the symptoms occurred).  The threat of Bear or anyone in our home bringing parvo to her home is too great (Kristin knows all of the dogs birthdays).

Though his four-month day was yesterday, we did not do anything special for Bear.  I haven’t completely lost it, throwing a party with cake and gifts, though there is nothing wrong with that.  The other day at Costco, though, I did pick out another dog toy for Bear.  It was one of those BIG stuffed animals.  Since returning from the hospital, Bear has taken to hijacking stuffed animals, clothes, and shoes to the living room, where he has stacked all the pillows from the couch (or Declan has stacked all the pillows in some elaborate Nerf gun battle).

At Costco I saw this big stuffed pig that looked a lot like the giant stuffed bear that he’d recently stolen from Fiona’s room, which happened to be her VERY FIRST TEDDY BEAR I later found out.  I thought the pig looked similar enough to divert Bear’s attention from the teddy bear, keeping human-dog relations on an upward trend in our home.  (note: Diversion is my go-to parenting and teaching technique to avoid bad things).

So far the average price per “play” for the pig is five dollars.  He enjoyed it the moment it came out of the car the most.  Since then he has carried it around twice.  He still prefers the human tools and toys.  The old soccer cone (worth $1?) he found on the lawn yesterday has yielded hours of play.  The Gatorade bottle (5 cents for deposit) stolen from the car rivals the soccer cone in amusement and time on task.  Kenny and Cartman (not sure how much Maggie paid for these, maybe $5 each) are not as riveting, but a mainstay for Bear most days.

I am not sure if this is similar for other dogs, but Bear preferred human tools about a week after arriving at our home.  His most cherished toy was a duster he found in the backyard.

Not as surprising to the preference to human toys, is Bear’s preference for human furniture.  Now that he is big enough he has quickly found comfort on the couches.  He also loves sneaking up on the bed at about 3 AM.  On the plus side, he sleeps soundly on the bed.  Yesterday he slept until nine.

Up on the furniture also allows him to bond with the humans some more.

Under eight months until he is one year old!

Bear helps out with a Craigslist meetup

It started because both Maggie and Declan had played the XBox over at friend’s house.  Maggie played GTA (Grand Theft Auto) and Declan played some WWI game.  Further, our Wii became a Netflix player after my niece thought it was a candy machine, putting two nickels and a quarter into the disc slot in hopes of getting a piece of candy or gum.  No candy appeared and now more games.  But the Wii continued to stream video.

Maggie raised the issue of buying an XBox daily.  I agreed to pitch in a third of the cost.  It was up to Declan and Maggie to raise the additional funds.  With a high potential for earnings from babysitting, Maggie was worried about Declan raising his funds for the joint venture.  She pestered him about how much he had raised and how he planned on raising the additional monies.  I had told them that a new XBox was around $360, so they each needed about $120 to purchase a new console.  I actually don’t know how much they cost new, but it sounded right.

Then I had the stroke of genius to look on eBay and Craigslist.  Maggie was skeptical of this proposition.  “I don’t like those websites,” she proclaimed, having never seen anything on them.  That wall came tumbling down by simply showing her a few of the postings on eBay, which were selling for around $150.  Her mantra became, “Set your alarm so you can bid on it with 30 seconds left.”  After three failed attempts, we were sniped with one second to go, I went on Craigslist and found a few.

I was in communication with two sellers.  One east and one west from us.  Puppy training is about 30 miles west.  The west seller had a bundle of games, controllers, and Kinnect.  The bundle and the proximity to puppy training tilted the deal in his/her favor.

In my experience with buying and selling on Craigslist, most communication, including negotiation occurs via email or text.  By the time the meetup had been scheduled I had a pretty good idea of what price would be agreed upon, which was a bit less than his “very firm” price.

The meetup was at an Albertson’s next to a middle school, which, after meeting the seller, I believe he was still attending.  It was a hot day and I circled the parking lot trying to find a shady spot to keep Bear as a functioning animal.  Bear got to walk around a bit.  I did not feel he was old enough to help out on a Craigslist meetup.  After being stuffed back into the semi shaded car, I went to the entrance and got the message that the seller was heading over with his friend, who was riding a skateboard.  Middle schoolers.

After he unpacked everything from his backpack, I examined the console with furrowed brow, pointed out every smudge on the game discs, and frowned at the kinnect unit.  Then I called Maggie.  I told her I was checking out the XBox.  Hoping he couldn’t hear her excitement, I responded in a disappointing tone that it wasn’t in the box and there were some scratches on the disc.  I’m not sure why I actually called her.  I should have just called my voicemail or the home phone, which is technically Dec’s phone now, or any “dead” number to get a machine on the other end.  Off the phone I offered him ten percent under his list price, which he quickly agreed upon (damn, I should have offered twenty percent below his list), and I went to the ATM in the store and got two bags from a checker to load the unboxed XBox and accessories into.

I hurried back to the partially shaded minivan loaded with product and was thankful to find Bear still breathing.  To complete ownership to Maggie and Dec, and to keep with electronic shopping, $60 was transferred from their accounts to mine.

Preview: Declan has a lot of Legos!

Some culture on our trip to Canada

disclaimer: more about the people and less about Bear in this post.

The trip was a mere four days, though it felt longer.  I tried to do puppy training whenever possible, though not a lot of training can occur in the car, and for half the trip I did not have any scent samples.  I believe the greatest accomplishment in our training of Bear is that he is completely comfortable in the car and in his crate.  He also got a heap of socialization with people and dogs, mostly cranky ones.

We stumbled upon some great events along the way.  I experienced traveling with two kids and a puppy (it gets really tiring stopping every five yards for someone to pet Bear, see It’s True).  Here are a couple of cultural events we stumbled upon:

Lavender Festival: Our first day, after stopping at the Twin Totems for lunch/breakfast, we found ourselves at the Sequim Lavender Festival, which explains why it was so difficult to find a cheap room to stay in.  After settling into our room, which was mainly setting up all of Bear’s stuff, we went into town.  We found a street fair, parked, put Bear’s vest on, and went to find some crafts.  Two things I learned while navigating the stalls: 1) All these craft fairs are identical, whether they are for the Lavender festival, or whether they are at Portland’s Saturday Market; and 2) It is a pain in the butt to make any progress through the fair with Bear, both because he is so dang CUTE, and because he was wearing his “Diabetics assist dog” vest.  And one more thing worth mentioning that I already knew is that I quickly find my way to the food court area, soaking in the smells of fair-food.

Declan found a wood-gun shop and asked about buying one not only for the rest of the time in Sequim, but for the remainder of the trip.  Declan’s question of the trip was, “Is there a toy store?  Do you think they will have the wooden guns?”  And occasionally he would ask if Todd could make guns like that (cousin Todd is a master wood worker).

 

Maggie found “Brandon”, the new love of her life (the one on the left, not the right).  She claims he is from SoCal by his blond hair and overall cuteness.  She was a bit flummoxed by his choice in footwear, though, which resembled sandals that dorky-dad and farmer-Mike have been known to wear.  Though Maggie and Brandon never met, they spent some quality time in the ice cream line (with an appropriate six people between them).

Dungeness Wildlife Refuge:  I was somehow able to find this spit of land without too much questioning from the little people.  Bear played in the surf a bit; Maggie and Dec struck a pose, and we saw some gorgeous views.

 

Ferry ride: An integral part of life in these parts is riding on the ferry.  This was not only a cultural experience for us, but a highlight.  Our first ferry took us from PA to Victoria and took nearly two hours.  Bear slept in the van the entire time.  We were up on deck exploring.

Bathtub races: Cultural event in Nanaimo Bay.  Once we were settled into our apartment at the hostel in Nanaimo, we ventured to the dock to find out when the ferry left for Gabriola Island, which was our ultimate destination on this trip.  Sidenote with more to come: Bear was a big pain on many of these walks. After learning about the bathtub races and the fireworks that were to begin shortly, we walked back to the apartment because I forgot the diabetes kits: blood sugar meter, sugar tabs, insulin, syringes, and granola bars.  And then we left Bear in the car to sleep.  Maggie and Dec setup chairs on the seawall and enjoyed the fireworks like an old married couple.

Challenges of the trip:  Packing diabetes and dog supplies.  I felt like a Sherpa for most of the trip.  I attempted to find the right combination of bringing what was needed without bringing too much.  The necessities of diabetes and dog supplies fluctuated.  Shifting between the fanny pack, backpack, and stuffing pockets, I settled on a small blood-meter kit with syringes and pen cartridge insulin (they are smaller than the vials of insulin) in the kit pocket for diabetes supplies, and the dog-trainer pack around my waist (clicker, high and low value treats, and hopefully a poop bag or two) for dog supplies.

Once in Canada the phone didn’t work which lightened the pocket load, more room for the diabetes kit.

And a post is never complete without a picture of Bear

Going for a walk on the Ferry

Next up: Fiona meets Bear for the first time, and frustration with Bear.