Someone to Watch Over Me

I never set out to have a protective dog, but soon after I adopted Chowder, my  orange* Chow, I realized that I had one nonetheless. He had certain behaviors that revealed this. He would become extremely agitated on a walk if we encountered another dog and I was closer to the dog than he was. When tradesmen (and it was always men, since Chowder was a unrepentant sexist who rarely viewed women as threats) came to the house and were showing me diagrams or estimates, Chowder would wedge himself between us, no matter how little space there was. Considering that Chowder didn’t like a lot of proximity to humans, this was telling.  When we fostered dogs, Chowder was the meanest to the ones that I liked the most and ignored the ones I could barely tolerate. Read More Someone to Watch Over Me

Groomer Confidential

Elodie W. was a dog groomer (actually she supervised a team of groomers) for many years until she switched to another profession. I asked her to share her insights, what irritated her, and what she wished grooming clients would know, and she didn’t hold back. I removed a lot of profanity from this article because I didn’t want people to avoid reading it; suffice to say, though, Elodie (and I, in some cases), feel very strongly about many of these things. Read More Groomer Confidential

Chow Chows Are Too Much Dog for You, So Move On

The first dog I ever had was a Chow Chow. It was a stupid, stupid move on my part. I did a search on Petfinder for medium-sized male dogs in my area, and his was among the first pictures I saw. I knew nothing about Chow Chows, and did a little research, and thought that might be the perfect breed for me. Frankly, it didn’t matter what they said, because I recognized Chowder as my dog from the moment I saw him. I even liked his name. Read More Chow Chows Are Too Much Dog for You, So Move On