Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Barley the Therapy Dog

It's been a while.

In March, our schedule got crazy. By April, we'd reached the point where almost every waking minute was scheduled and on the one weekend we didn't have any plans, the thought of trying to update the blog was overwhelming. But now, we're enjoying glorious summer vacation and it's time to get back in the swing of things.

One of the things that made March so hectic was taking a therapy dog class with Barley. 

Back in 2012 when my sister was the only reader for this blog, Barley and I took the Therapy Dog International (TDI) test twice. We failed twice. The first time, we failed because the test was outdoors and the grass was wet and Barley refused to down on command. The second time, Barley was especially wound up and couldn't watch someone jog past without reacting. After that, we gave up on our therapy dog goals. Barley started getting worse about being separated from me, so I knew we'd struggle with the supervised separation part of the TDI test. 

Eventually, I learned that there were other certification groups that didn't require supervised separation on the test--because, after all, you're not supposed to hand your dog off to anyone during visits anyway. When we saw that a training club that hosts many of our agility trials was offering a 4-week therapy dog class ending with the Bright and Beautiful Therapy Dog test, I knew it was the right time for us to try again.

Except it wasn't. The class took place at 8 p.m. on Tuesday nights at a place about an hour and 15 minutes from our house. And March is the month I have a huge event on campus and the majority of the work takes place in the first three weeks of the month. But I didn't know when, or if, the class would be offered again and most semesters I teach a class on Tuesday nights, so it felt like it was now or never. 

The first week, we met our 5 other classmates and two instructors. Dogs all had to have their Canine Good Citizen certificate to join the class, so we spent the first week reviewing those skills and learning about the additional requirements for therapy dog certification. In the next two weeks, we worked on introducing dogs to wheel chairs, walkers, canes, and crutches. We worked on leaving food on the floor. We worked on walking through a crowd. In the fourth week, we took our test.

Even though Barley had nailed all of the practice skills the first three weeks, I was still nervous about the test. This is something I'd wanted to do for so long and the thought of failing again was awful! Luckily, Barley did well! She thought about taking a little nibble of the food on the floor, but then remembered that she was supposed to listen to me and we passed.

A couple weeks later, our badge, tag, and leash arrived.

So far, we've done two visits. The first visit was in a community where they specialize in memory loss. It was such a positive first visit! It was filled with laughter and love. They had several residents out on "Main Street" where there were tables and benches set up and Barley just went from one group to the next and back again. We also visited individual rooms. One man ran out of his room, didn't say anything, but threw his arms around Barley and just laughed and laughed. We also stopped into the physical therapy room and Barley met several new friends; on our way out of the room, she noticed herself in the mirror and her ears perked up and she started wagging, so we all got a good laugh at that, too. We spent about 45 minutes visiting with residents and Barley thought it was wonderful being pet and told she was beautiful the whole time.

Our second visit was at a assisted living and rehabilitation center. We started in the physical therapy room and everyone loved taking a quick break from their exercises to meet Barley. Then we went from room to room visiting residents. We spent about an hour and fifteen minutes making the rounds, and Barley was definitely tired by the time we left. Visiting individual rooms seems to be harder for Barley than visiting people in rooms like the physical therapy room or other gathering spaces. There are so many extra smells in individual rooms and it was hard for her to decide where to focus her attention. In some rooms, she immediately connected with the person we were visiting, but in others, she was really into sniffing. I'm hoping that with more visits, she's more focused on interacting with more people. We'll be visiting the memory community twice a month and the other community once a month, so there will be plenty of opportunity to grow.

Thursday, February 28, 2019

February is Dental Health Month, so it seems like at this time of year, we're always trying out new dental chews trying to find one that will last the dogs more than 30 seconds. Every time I thought we'd found one, there would be something that made it less desirable. Some of them, the girls figured out how to wolf down more quickly. Others, Barley started throwing up small pieces the day after eating them. This month, we had the opportunity to try out the Purina Pro Plan Veterinary Diet Chewz Dog Treats from our friends at Chewy.com

These treats are recognized by the Veterinary Oral Health Council as a way to "effectively and significantly reduce tartar in dogs." But the feeding instructions recommend feeding your dog two of these chews each days in order to reduce tartar. There were only 6 chews in the box, so with two dogs, we'd need multiple boxes each week just to get each dog two chews each day--and I'm not really comfortable letting the dogs have that many chews per day anyway. On the plus side, there was an even number of chews, which is important when you have two dogs! Some chews come in a 3-count package and then I have to buy two packages so there isn't an odd chew left over. Unfortunately, though, these chews are based by weight and not a specific number of chews, so there's no guarantee that each package will have an even number.

The girls were really excited about these chews. It took a lot of bribing to get them to pose for a picture instead of just diving into the box or stealing the chews before I snapped a picture. 

Even though the girls were excited about them, I wasn't as impressed. Besides the small number of chews in the box, the sizes were inconsistent. That makes it harder since the girls won't finish around the same time if one has a smaller treat and then I have to referee to make sure that nobody tries to steal a treat. 

Barley seemed to have a hard time with these treats. While it did take her almost an hour to finish the chew, she seemed to have a hard time getting a good grip on it. Earlier this month, Barley had one of her pre-molar's removed, so now she's missing a big tooth on both sides. That seemed to make it harder for her to chew on something so wide. 

She kept working at it and eventually finished the chew, but I felt like I had to watch her pretty carefully because sometimes she'd get the entire thing into her mouth and I was afraid she'd start to choke.

Rye retreated to another room with her chew. She was certain that I'd try to take it away from her if I caught her, so any time I tried to take a picture, she ran. From the little bit was able to observe her with the chew, it seemed like she had an easier time than Barley did. A few minutes after getting the chew, she had devoured one of the corners. 

The chews didn't seem messy--other than the big slobber puddle Rye left behind on the bed--and they didn't seem to make Barley's gums bleed, which has been a common problem with other chews. We've used Purina Pro Plan Veterinary Diet products in the past--Soth was on their urinary health prescription diet for years and we've used their probiotics, too, so we trust the brand. I don't think we'll be using these chews again, though. They just seemed too difficult for Barley to handle. She wouldn't take kindly to Rye getting a chew while she didn't get one and the size and shape of these makes me too nervous to let Rye have one unsupervised while I took Barley out for a solo walk. 

Disclaimer: We were given one box of Purina Pro Plan Veterinary Diet Chewz Dental Treats in exchange for our honest review as part of the #ChewyInfluencer program.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Salivating for Salmon with Nulo Freestyle

Barley and Rye love salmon, so when they found out we could try to the Nulo Freestyle Grain-Free Salmon and Turkey Recipe with Strawberries Freeze-Dried Raw Food from our friends at Chewy.com this month, they couldn't wait to dive in.

The first thing I liked about this product was the packaging. Not only did it match the colors of library, but it also had a nice window on the front of the bag to show what was inside. I always like to know what to expect when I'm trying out a new product for the girls. 

At the very top of the packaging, it says "fuel their inner-athlete," so my little athlete was more than ready to gobble some up.

When I opened the package, I was also happy to see that the package had the almost velcro-like seal for closing the bag. That's my favorite kind of packaging--ziplock-type packaging sometimes gets hard to close or pulls away from the side of the bag, but this type always makes me confident that things are sealed up airtight. When we opened the bag, there was a slight salmon smell, but it wasn't overwhelming, so for non-fish fan pet parents, this wouldn't smell too offensive!

I was also happy with the ingredients. We've recently switched away from grain-free food (but not treats since those are given in small amounts) after my aunt's dog ended up at the cardiologist with diet-related heart problems. My aunt shared the cardiologist's recommendations that dogs not be fed food with potatoes or legumes like peas, especially if they appear in the first 5 ingredients. After talking to my vet, she agreed with that advice. I spent many, many hours looking for a food that didn't have peas or pea protein or pea flour or sweet potatoes or regular potatoes--and all of the grain-free foods that were in our budget had many of those ingredients. Barley's previous food had peas, pea protein, pea flour, and sweet potatoes! Since we don't have any grain allergies, I made the decision to move away from grain-free food.  The Nulo Freestyle Salmon & Turkey recipe has green beans, which are still legumes, but they are the 8th ingredient and they are the only legume-type ingredient in the recipe (some of the other Nulo recipes do have peas or sweet potatoes as a main ingredient, but this one doesn't). I felt comfortable feeding this as a treat or a supplement with the ingredients in this bag. The fat content is 26%, so that's a little higher than Rye is supposed to have to keep her pancreatitis from returning, but as a small, special snack, they're ok. 

Most of the kibbles are bite-sized, but the larger ones could be broken into smaller pieces.

These do crumble really easily. Really easily. I tried tossing a handful in my treat pouch before a walk and just from reaching into the pouch for treats and batting Rye's inquiring nose away from the pouch, most of them had turned to dust. Rye didn't mind that too much since her new reward for great agility runs is to get to dive face first into our treat pouch, so she got to clean out all of the treat dust! When I needed a treat to distract the girls from a dog walking on the other side of the street, though, that dust didn't do me much good.

The package suggests using these as a full meal or as a topper for your dog's regular food, so we'll probably use the rest of the package as a meal topper just to spice things up a bit. They definitely don't work as training treats for us, but the girls thought they were delicious and do a little dance every time I open the bag, so I'd say there are plenty of reasons to love the Nulo Freestyle Turkey and Salmon recipe.

Disclaimer: We were given one 5-oz. bag of Nulo Freestyle Grain-Free Salmon and Turkey Recipe with Strawberries Freeze-Dried Raw Food in exchange for our honest review as part of the #ChewyInfluencer program. Always talk to your own vet before making changes to your dog's diet.

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Surviving the Polar Vortex

Last week, northeast Ohio saw temperatures that hadn't been seen here January 1994. I was in elementary school in 1994--and I lived on an island off the coast of southeast Georgia, which meant this was the coldest weather I've ever experienced. 

We tried to prepare the best we could. I tried to get some extra miles in on Monday and Tuesday so we could still end the month strong with our mileage goals. On Monday night, it rained all night before freezing again. We tried to walk on Tuesday morning and made it two houses down the street before I realized Rye was going to kill us all on the ice, so we turned around and took her home before Barley and I tried again. We made it .2 miles and we'd both slipped several times and I decided the safest decision was for us to turn around and go home. So much for extra miles. We played in the yard instead.

By the time I'd finished teaching my Tuesday afternoon class, the university had made the decision to close for Wednesday. I knew that was a bad sign because we never cancel classes and I'm almost positive in the 9 years I've been here we haven't canceled before the previous school day was even over. That evening, the dogs were feeling the lack of a walk already. Thankfully, we'd just gotten our monthly shipment of treats, so we set off to break the girls' brains. 

On Wednesday, we didn't set an alarm and when we did wake up, the wind was blowing so fiercely that we were all happy to stay in bed and just snuggle a little longer. Eventually, though, we had to face the Polar Vortex. Barley is really good at knowing when she's just going out to potty and when we're staying out for a while--especially when she knows breakfast depends on her getting back in quickly. Rye, on the other hand, would stay outside all day, every day if I let her. She often forgets to potty because she's so busy exploring and a few minutes after coming back in, she'll go sit by the door and whine to let me know she's about to wet her pants. She does better if I go out and supervise, so every single time the dogs went out, I bundled up and went out, too. It took longer to bundle up than we spent outside.

I don't even know how to describe the kind of cold we experienced. I wore glasses every time we went out (I had nightmares about my contacts freezing to my eyeballs) and my eyes started watering almost immediately. Most of my face was covered, but within a few minutes of being outside, my forehead starting feeling like I had put on a face mask and it was starting to dry out. When I walked around the yard following the dogs, I'd start coughing after taking just a few steps because breathing was so uncomfortable.

We served breakfast and dinner in their Kong Wobblers both days. We took lots of breaks to play with treat balls. We practiced sending to our mats. We walked laps around the house.

Next weekend, the girls are entered in an AKC scent trial and there's a chance that Rye could move up if she titles on Day 1, so we used this as a chance to train the new odor that she'd need for that and to refresh Barley's memory on that odor even though she can't move up during this trial. 

I had a bunch of paper towel tubes we repurposed for practice.

Even with taking regular breaks to play brain games and practice scent work, the girls were getting cabin fever. Every time we went out, it got harder to convince them we weren't staying out. They spent a lot of time playing chase, which Barley really hasn't been interested in when the weather's been nice.

They also spent some time chasing the squirrels--who were not smart enough to stay in their nests despite the cold! 

Barley lost interest in squirrels pretty quickly.

But I could not get Rye in. She kept running from tree to tree and every time I almost caught her, she'd slip away. 

Eventually, right when I started getting really worried that she was going to get hurt in the cold, I was able to bribe her with treats and get her inside. Just from being outside for 5 minutes and taking a few pictures, my phone battery drained and my phone shut down.

We spent more time watching squirrels from the window.

And expressing our displeasure about not being outside with the squirrels who ran back and forth along the fence all afternoon.

By Wednesday morning, the university had closed for Thursday, too. On Thursday, we knew what to expect, but we were even more unhappy about it. I felt obligated to read a work book if I was getting two days off of work--and Rye didn't love that any more than I did.

Rye really found her voice for expressing her displeasure on Thursday. She embraced her inner hound and sat at the window and howled. There weren't even any squirrels in the yard!

Most of the day, though, we spent snuggling. 

Barley and Soth are excellent at just relaxing. Maybe it's because Soth's a cat and Barley's 9, but they required very little convincing to curl up in the bed or on the couch. Rye snuggled, too, but she was more reluctant and I could almost seeing her plotting to overthrow me every time I looked at her. 

Thankfully, our temperatures are back above 0 now with more reasonable windchills. (I never thought I'd appreciate a 6 degree day, but that's so, so, so much better than a -4 degree with a -31 degree windchill.)

Our street was still a big icy mess, but Rye and I got to escape to an agility trial. I was worried about the trial because she'd been cooped up for so long, but we had a great time. 

We didn't qualify on any of our three courses, but she ran a beautiful master jumpers course (she just thought it needed one more tunnel than the judge thought it needed) and she did some really tricky turns on her standard course, so I couldn't be happier with how much control she showed! 

We're not in any hurry to ever experience something like this again. We've had days where we couldn't take long walks. And days when we've skipped walks because of white out conditions or icy streets, but we've always been able to romp in the backyard as long as we've wanted. Several times, I ended up having to carrying Rye back inside and stopping to warm Barley's paws up by rubbing them with my mittens because they'd run to the farthest corner of the yard to potty and then start limping. We were as prepared as we possibly could be for this type of weather, but this was really hard on the dogs. Thankfully, we're supposed to have several days in the 40s and even one in the 50s, so we'll be taking advantage of that as much as possible and hoping it's another 25 years before this type of weather comes back to northeast Ohio.

Monday, February 4, 2019

Learning to Like My Dog, Teaching My Dog to Love Me

When I first laid eyes on Barley in her kennel at the APL, it was love at first sight--for her. She knew she was mine and worked her Barley magic to convince me to take her out of her kennel. It didn't take long for me to fall in love with her, too, but I didn't always like her. She was loving and funny and patient with her brother. But she was also reactive and anxious and I had no idea what I was doing. There were some days that I stayed at work a little longer than usual because it was quiet there. When we first started working with a trainer, I learned to like my dog as much as I loved her.

About 6 months after adopting Barley, we started working with a trainer because of her reactivity issues. She taught us the skills we needed not just to survive in the house, but to survive out in the world. We practiced calming exercises, which allowed me to get up to get a glass of water or use the bathroom without Barley getting nervous about me leaving the room. We practiced reaction to distraction, which helped Barley see me as being more interesting than other dogs or skateboarders or joggers.

Once I learned how Barley ticked and she learned that I wasn't going anywhere, I didn't just love my dog, but I liked her. When I was growing up, my dog Possum was my best friend. We ran away from home (to the park down the street) together at least once a week. When I was in middle school, she walked by the cute boys's houses with me and my human best friend. I couldn't imagine having a stronger bond with a dog. Then I started training Barley and it was like my heart hopped out of my chest and grew four legs.

Training Barley has taught me to understand her on a completely different level. I know what every flick of her ear and every wag of her tail means. She understands me the same way and she depends on me to make sense of her world. Sometimes, that's a problem--scent trial judges have commented that they can see her going into obedience mode when she gets frustrated and she turns to me for instructions; barn hunt was out because she couldn't understand why she should paw through hay if I wasn't digging in it, too. Most of the time, though, this relationship is the highlight of my day. On the agility course, it feels like she reads my mind because she pays so much attention to what I'm doing (except for that time she did her own thing). In fact, most of the time, it feels like she knows exactly what I'm thinking. 

Training has also helped my dog learn to love me. When I saw Rye at the APL, I knew she was mine immediately. Rye has always been shy around new people and she was a bit more hesitant about me than I was about her. 

Training taught Rye to love me. Rye loves to do things. She loves to sniff. She loves to run. She loves to jump. She loves to chase. She loves to learn. Once I tapped into all of that, she loved me, too.

Rye has a lot of anxiety. A couple months after I got her, a new session of obedience started and we signed up. She was so scared that she wouldn't take treats from me at first. As we practiced skills at home, she gained more confidence and I became her safe place. She started focusing on me instead of the other people and other dogs in class. We started going for solo walks after class and she had the same level of panic on every new trail--until we started incorporating our obedience homework of heeling patterns and sit-stays into our walks. After two years, she still gets anxious in new places, but she trusts me more and usually we work through that stress and have a fun adventure together.

Rye and I don't have what Barley and I have. If I'm grading papers, Rye goes off and naps in another room by herself while Barley naps as close to me as she can get. But Rye isn't Barley and what we have is incredible and special in its own way.

I have never had more fun than I do when I'm on the agility course with Rye. Even when things go terribly wrong, we're both having the time of our lives. Once we started doing agility training, I became Rye's favorite person in the world because I take her to her activity in the world. At trials, she's find with relaxing in her crate between courses--unless I'm nearby and then she wants to be out of her crate working with me. Even though she's Miss Independent, she always knows where I am and where I'm going. Sometimes she chooses to take a slightly different route than I do (because who wouldn't want to do a few extra jumps along the way!), but we always end up in the same place.

By training my dogs, I've changed our relationships. They're not just my pets, they're my teammates. Sometimes we don't communicate as well as we should, but the time we spend together is always the best part of all of our days. When Barley and I walked into our first training session, I had no idea what to expect, but that day changed our lives and our lives are richer for it.

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Thursday, January 31, 2019

My Anorexic Dog

In late September, Rye was diagnosed with pancreatitis. She had been reluctant to eat for several days and one day she wouldn't eat breakfast at all. I went to work and when I came home in the early afternoon, she still didn't want to eat and she was lethargic with no interest in chasing squirrels. It was a Thursday--the day our vet is closed--but a new vet's office had just opened up down the street from us and we'd been to other vets in their system before, so I called and they were able to fit us in right away.

After a lot of bloodwork, testing for everything from low electrolytes to lepto to pancreatitis, we had our answer. Rye had elevated pancreas levels and everything else was perfect. We got an IV of fluids to flush her system out, some anti-nausea meds, some samples of a low-fat diet, and a recommendation to feed foods with 10% fat content or less.

Rye is a thief, so it's not uncommon for her to pounce while we're walking and dive into the treat pouch coming out with a mouthful of snacks. She's also very anxious, having strong reactions to off-leash dogs, Jeeps, FedEx trucks, mail carriers, school buses, and cats to name a few things, so we use  a lot of treats on walks and most of those were high value treats so she'd choose me and the treats over melting down at the sight of a cat or a mail carrier. I was shocked when I read the labels of our high value treats and saw that all of them were over 10% fat content and several of them were over 30%!

We eliminated all of those treats from her diet (Barley was happy to make sure they didn't go to waste). I significantly reduced the amount of string cheese she got for agility trials, going from one stick per day of a trial to less than one stick for the entire weekend. Barley and I went to PetCo and read every bag of food's label until we found one with 10% fat content. 

For the next three months, she was doing really well. There were some mornings where she didn't want her breakfast, especially on Mondays after three-day agility trials when she'd gotten a few extra treats, but she was always hungry after going for a walk or if I bribed her with some of the Honest Kitchen Pour Overs we'd reviewed in the fall.

So why did my little girl suddenly start refusing food over the holidays?

Around New Year's Eve, Rye didn't want to eat dinner. Eventually, she did, but then she wasn't interested in breakfast. Or the next dinner. She was still taking treats on walks and if I mixed some canned pumpkin into her bowl, she'd eat a bit, but she was reluctant to do so. On our last day full day at my parents, she refused to eat anything at all. The next morning, still nothing until my dad scrambled an egg for her to see if we could get something in her system before we had to drive for 12+ hours. She was still romping with her cousin and walking normally on our daily walks, so I wasn't too worried, but something was definitely off. My family had been great about not giving her scraps and with the exception of a slice of bacon she'd stolen when our backs were turned, she hadn't had any dietary indiscretions. 

When we got home, she was eating a little better, but there were still days when she refused to eat, so I called our vet. Rye had played in a lot of mud puddles in Alabama, so I was afraid she'd picked up some sort of parasite or bacteria--or that she was having another bout of pancreatitis. We did a few more blood tests and ran a stool sample and everything came back clear.

But that still didn't explain why she wasn't eating.

The vet and I talked about our options. She mentioned using a bland prescription food for upset stomachs, but she also understood my concerns about the food having the first protein so far down the list with all of Rye's agility--and we decided to take just one can to see if Rye even liked it so we'd know if it was a viable option. We also talked about doing an x-ray to see if Rye's stomach looked ok, but since she didn't seem in pain and her stool sample looked normal, we decided to put that off for now. It was looking like she might have just been dealing with stress. We'd been gone for two weeks, walking in different parks, living with another cat and another dog plus my parents and my siblings, and we hadn't had agility class or trials in three weeks. In other words, Rye's little world had been rocked. Barley thrives from the extra attention and exploring different trails, but that's really hard for Rye. We decided to just watch her while she readjusted to her normal routine and if anything changed, we'd come right back in.

This is where Rye is most relaxed: sandwiched between her siblings.

A few days later, I got an email from our pet insurance that our claim had been improved and I clicked on our portal to see how much money I'd be getting back. Under the diagnosis section, I was shocked to see ANOREXIA! My puppy had anorexia?!

A quick Google search revealed that this wasn't what originally came to mind. Rye doesn't have any body issues. She's not refusing to eat because she thinks she looks fat in her agility videos. She's not refusing to eat because she's looking for some part of her life she can control. In dogs, anorexia is just a term that means the dog has lost its appetite. There's pseudo-anorexia, which can be caused by issues like dental pain or sore chewing muscles, and true anorexia, which can be caused by psychological issues like stress and anxiety, nausea, or inability to smell.

Rye is back to her normal, goofy, sometimes neurotic self. She's eating fairly regularly, except for the day after a scent trial when we'd taken a particularly stressful walk, so it seems like she does have stress-related anorexia.

She had to make sure nobody snuck up behind her while I tried to take pictures.

Maybe one day I'll know what it feels like to have a normal pet that only needs regular wellness checks and vaccinations, but for now, we'll be embracing this new adventure and looking at the different ways that I can help Rye deal with her anxiety, so we can continue to have fun and adventure without starving my tiny terror.

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Finding Winter Fun

Winter has finally arrived in northeast Ohio. We've had snow and extreme cold that's made it hard to get in good walks the last few days. Our neighborhood gets very slippery because they don't plow the residential streets very well, so unless I'm feeling particularly brave, Barley and Rye get separate very short walks to stretch their legs. Rye's also been rebelling against her boots, so that's kept us home a few times so that I can make sure she doesn't stay out too long and hurt her paws.

Luckily, Rye loves to romp through the snow--even more than she likes to go for walks--so it's worked out well.

Barley's also been spending some time out in the yard.

But she's not loving these very cold days. She much prefers snowy days when it's in the high 20s or low 30s. She's not amused by the teens at all, especially with all of the wind we've had lately.

It doesn't take her long to start heading back to house and if I don't let her in, she'll sit and glare while Rye romps.

We've also been finding ways to amuse ourselves inside, too. A couple months ago, I finally broke down and bought a very basic DSLR camera. We haven't had too much time to play around with the camera yet, and it's been a long time since I took photography in college with my film camera, so I haven't gotten any great pictures yet, but we're having fun experimenting with the different settings. 

Rye and I have been taking pictures while she plays ball. 

I always love watching Rye move and capturing that movement is high on my list of photography goals. Staying indoors to take some of these photos is giving me a chance to refresh my memory on different settings while Rye's in a smaller area because she's fast and it's a lot harder to catch her in the yard! 

I've also got some work to do with getting timing down, too, but it's brought me a lot of laughs to see what's getting captured!

I wanted Barley to get in on the photography fun, too, and I've always been obsessed with the photos of dogs trying to catch treats. Poor Barley had some trouble with this. She's usually really good at catching treats, but I think the camera distracted her and she kept staring at me and the treats would just fall down in front of her or bounce off her nose.

Rye was also a bit of a distraction for Barley because any time treats are flying through the air, Rye wants to be there, too. Barley doesn't care about balls, so when Rye was playing with me, she was content to stay on the couch. Rye demanded some turns catching treats, too.

I did get some fun faces, but I think this is probably easiest to do with a tripod--it's not easy trying to throw a treat and hold a camera at the same time! We were also playing at night, so without any light coming in the windows, I had to use the flash and Barley's eyes get all creepy with the flash. 

Once she finally caught one, we called it quits, so we could end on a high note!

I'm looking forward to taking more of these pictures from different angles and when we don't need the flash.