photo by The Gotham Coyote Project
Back in 2000 I set out to write about about coyotes in the northeast and studied the coyotes in NYC. My editor poo-pooed the book idea, but I wish I’d kept at it. The work of these writers and researchers at the Gotham Coyote Project has made me so happy! I hope they get a book out of it.
“As wild coyotes turn up everywhere from Central Park to Queens, one band of ecologists armed with tree-mounted cameras and cheese-scented lures seeks to understand just what these carnivorous canids are doing here. . . . read on
by Pippa Mattinson, author of Happy Puppy Handbook, Total Recall and The Labrador Handbook.
Over the last few decades there has been a huge swing towards less punitive methods of dog training. Watching a modern trainer in action is a very different experience from watching old school traditionalists. Gone are the barked commands, the emphasis on ‘respect’ or ‘dominance’ and even intimidation. In many cases the use of punishment has been entirely replaced by the use of food and games.
Is the move to positive dog training a good thing?
But hang on a moment. Aren’t we being swept along in the latest ‘fad’ or ‘craze’. Isn’t this just a passing fashion? How are we going to control our dogs when we run out of treats? And what if we don’t want to wave food around or to ‘beg’ or ‘plead’ with our dogs to come when we call them?
In fact, let’s lay it on the line. Do these new fangled methods of dog training even work?
Read on at The Happy Puppy Site …
Wow, my dear, old Casey would have been twenty years old today!
Twenty years with such a companion seems too short, and yet she only lasted fifteen, which is a generous span for a dog.
Such reflections always put me in mind of these words by Konrad Lorenz, from Man Meets Dog: “When god created the world, he evidently did not foresee the Continue reading
From the Epilogue of For the Love of a Dog
Yes, we’re alive together, sweet Pippi.
Losing Pip, I first thought, would not be part of the deal. When Delaney was eight and I left Joe, I was stringing together part-time jobs writing, editing, and teaching at poverty-level wages and could take only one dog with me. Forced to choose between them, I took Casey Jane, Delaney’s dog, because Delaney was coming with me. For six months I begged Joe to keep Pip so Delaney would not lose Pip, too, Continue reading
Casey loved any kind of play
Some readers of my memoir, For the Love of a Dog, say the end dissatisfies them. If I loved my dogs the way I did, how could I have just given Pip away to a stranger?
They’re right. There’s something wrong with the narrative–I didn’t tell the whole truth. Continue reading