Lessons from Chip

He may be dog number three and has only been here for a little over a year, but Chip has already started teaching us so much – and reinforcing previous lessons.

3-3-3 Rescue Rule

Long before bringing Chip home, I learned about the 3-3-3 rescue rule. In a nutshell, it says that rescue dogs need three days to decompress, three weeks to learn your routine, and three months to feel at home.

Infographic depicting the 3-3-3 rescue rule
Credit: RescueDogs101

It’s a general rule and not something that applies consistently across all rescues since every dog is different! When I first heard of this “rule,” it made perfect sense, though it didn’t seem to apply quite exactly with Cookie or Ziggy. They adjusted more quickly.

Meanwhile, this has fit Chip very well, but he’s probably taken a little longer with each phase. So far, Chip is our most challenging dog and can cause more frustration. BUT, it is SO rewarding to see how far he has come. Part of it is natural growing up, another part is continuing to adapt to a safe, loving, and stable environment, and yet another part is us figuring out and meeting his needs (i.e. sufficient enrichment and exercise).

This approximate timeline is important to consider when deciding to rescue. Be prepared to invest the appropriate amount of time before your new pack is running smoothly. Each dog will be different based on their history (which the degree of known detail will vary based on the circumstances they were found/surrendered) and their individual personality.

Bottom line: Be patient. Work with your pup and seek out professional trainers to help your pup adjust.

Barking is trainable

Chip barking at a pool float.
Chip barking at a pool float.

Cookie and Ziggy are not avid barkers. Sure, they’d bark if a delivery was being made or “suspicious” people walked past our house. But that was mostly it. Any other time they needed to communicate they would use their eyes or body language.

Not Chip. He is a “chatty Cathy.” While I believe that’s partially due to him having husky in him, it’s also been reinforced one way or another. Barking is a form of communication, and while we may not agree with the importance of why they’re barking, dogs are trying to communicate something when they bark.

For example, when I would shower and get ready for work, I would crate Chip in our bedroom just outside the master bath. At first, he would bark non-stop. Fortunately, I was able to be in his line of sight if I left the door open. So, when he was quiet, I would reward it – with LOTS of verbal praise and treats, when I could.

He quickly learned that I was nearby and that he didn’t need to narrate the entire time I was in the shower.

Other scenarios are harder to train (though professional trainers are more likely to offer up better tools than me), but with time they’re doable. In the beginning, for many reasons, we would walk Cookie and Chip separately. We couldn’t always ensure that one of us was home with Chip while Cookie would get walked. So he was crated, and for Cookie’s 20-minute walks, Chip would bark almost non-stop.

Over time, he grew more confident that he wasn’t being abandoned and that we always came back. We also slowly started testing the waters leaving him uncrated during her walks. Thankfully, those experiments were successful, and the combination of time and being uncrated worked for Chip.

Bottom line: The key with barking is to make sure you reward the silence, not the barking – particularly in scenarios where the barking isn’t appropriate. Barking is a natural dog behavior and shouldn’t be eliminated, simply managed. Find professional trainers that can help you modify the behavior.

Reactivity isn’t a bad word

Before Chip, “reactivity” had a bad connotation for me. I took it to mean an aggressive, unapproachable, unsocial dog. But it’s not.

Reactivity is simply a dog responding to stimuli in the environment. It could be for a multitude of reasons including overexcitement and fear.

One account that does a great job educating and bringing awareness on reactivity.

I’m still learning how to best support Chip and set him up for success. Sometimes his reactivity is clearly fear, and other times excitement. Those are his main drivers, but there are other times when it’s hard to tell.

We’ve taken a training class specific for reactive dogs, and I continue to learn by following experts such as Dynamite Dog Training (one of several of Chip’s teachers), r+dogs, and Dog Training Academy Florida.

Bottom line: Be open to the “reactive” dog label. Whether your dog is reactive or not, I encourage learning more about reactive dogs because it can help you support pawrents of reactive dogs when you encounter them.

Life lesson: Stay tuned

Chip showing off "peek a boo" in his Canine Good Citizen class.
Chip showing off “peek a boo” in his Canine Good Citizen class.

One year in is too early to pick Chip’s life lesson, so you’ll have to stay tuned as he grows up to see what else he teaches us!

First Chipiversary!

It’s Chip’s one-year Gotcha Day anniversary! We made room in our hearts for another pup about seven months after Ziggy passed away, but Chip wasn’t the pup that started it all.

It started with Frankie

As our hearts started to heal after Ziggy’s passing, I would pause on social media posts about adoptable puppies from the various rescues that I follow. The ones that tugged on my heartstrings (black and white mutts, a tripawd, etc.) I would show my husband, who would respond with a non-committal “Uh huh” or “I see.”

Eventually, my husband showed ME a puppy, saying “Cookie wants him.” That was a few weeks before a planned trip to Key West. We agreed that we should wait until after the trip so we wouldn’t need to worry about training a puppy on that trip (our pups join us in Key West).

One week before the trip, I saw a video of Frankie – a black and white puppy with one blue eye and one brown eye who already knew some basic commands like sit. I debated showing my husband since our trip was close. But I sent him the video.

“He’s not going to last long. Let’s get him!” was all I needed to hear. I immediately filled out an application. Then we sat on eggshells waiting for a response. I worried whether we’d be allowed to pick him up after our return, so I planned and packed as though a puppy would be joining us.

The night before the trip we got the call. We were approved to adopt any dog except Frankie – he was already going to the home that adopted a littermate that he bonded to.

They were having an adoption event at a store en route to Key West, so we decided to stop in. We met one puppy – Chip (formerly known as Perry).

Not love at first sight

While Chip was very friendly, crawling into our laps, he barked. A lot. We decided against him as we were a little worried that he’d be too jealous of Cookie.

On we went to Key West, monitoring news from the rescue group (and others) about adoptable dogs. We found another one with the same group that we arranged to meet at the foster mom’s house the day we got back.

Everyone hit it off, and the foster mom was excited about us. But lo and behold, there was some miscommunication, and that dog was committed to another family. They were doing a meet and greet the next day at an adoption event, but if it didn’t work out we were next in line.

Second Try’s a charm

So, we went to the adoption event to check out other pups in case that one fell through. The only puppy of interest was Chip, and he was there with a different foster mom.

Luckily for Chip, my husband didn’t recognize him at first. So I arranged a “re-introduction,” which is when my husband realized he was about to be suckered.

Again, Chip was friendly but chatty. This foster mom had been with Chip longer and shared a video of Chip playing with his littermate and foster sister. She assured us that he’s not a jealous pup and that the barking is how he likes to play (and communicate as we would eventually learn).

Chip quickly stole my heart, and my husband gave in to bringing this troublemaker home!

The rest is history

The rest is history. My husband’s instinct was kinda right. Chip is definitely the most challenging of our dogs, requiring the most training, but it has been incredibly rewarding to see him mature. (And bark a heck of a lot less often.)

The most amusing part of Chip’s story is when we got his DNA test back. Two months before we adopted Chip, I documented this conversation between my husband and I:

Screenshot of a Facebook conversation between my husband and I:
Me: the one breed we're never going to get is a husky.
Husband: ugh. Why not?
Me: all the huskies I follow on social media howl constantly, never shut up, and have a lot of opinions.
Husband: oh, kinda like you?
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I mean. He's not wrong.

And the results: American Staffordshire, boxer, golden retriever, and husky! And that is what I call karma!

Screenshot of Chip's DNA results showing that he has American Staffordshire terrier, boxer, golden retriever, Siberian husky, and mixed breed.

Happy Cookie-versary!

Gotcha Day family portrait with Cookie
Photo Credit: Countdown 2 Zero Photographer

What’s a Cookie-versary?

It’s Cookie’s Gotcha Day! Nine years ago today, we adopted Cookie at the inaugural Countdown to Zero adoption event!

My husband and I talked about adopting a dog a couple months after dog-sitting for my parents’ dog, Brie. When my husband pressed me for a timeline, I blurted out the date for the adoption event.

Then, we didn’t talk about it until the week before.

What we were looking for

When we finally started talking about what we wanted in a dog, we were pretty much on opposite ends. I wanted a female, he wanted a male. I was open to dogs around a year old, my husband preferred a puppy. I wanted a 20 pound dog, he wanted a bigger dog.

Ultimately, we agreed on one thing: we both had to agree on which dog we wanted to bring home. And seeing who we ultimately brought home, it seems like we blended our preferences.

Spotting Cookie

The inaugural event was held at the convention center. Knowing me, I made sure we got there early so we’d have the maximum selection. There were SO many shelters and rescue organizations present. We walked a couple of laps, stopping here and there to meet some of the dogs. We would each find a pup that one of us liked, but the other person wasn’t wanting to bring home.

I remember spotting Cookie from afar when she was in an X-pen, bouncing up and down.

Me: “What about that one?”

My husband: “Too hyper…”

We took one more lap, and said that maybe we’d need to try again another week at a specific shelter. Then we walked past Cookie, out of the x-pen on leash. My husband kneeled down to say hi. She crawled into his lap, and that was it!

Cookie’s Story

Cookie biting fingers at the adoption event
Cookie, formerly known as Allie, puppy biting our fingers.

At the time, Cookie’s name was “Allie” (we think it may have been short for alligator, given the sharp puppy biting we’d come to experience…). A Second Chance found her litter in a dumpster. Cookie weighed 12 pounds, and we were told she was a Chihuahua terrier mix.

Me: Perfect! She’ll be 20ish pounds.

Several months later when we ran into her foster mom at another adoption event, her jaw dropped and she proclaimed, “That’s no Chihuahua!”

Thankfully, a 50 pound dog was the exact perfect size.