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Sebastian Packs
Mon Nov 3 18:12:23 2003

I hope this brings a smile to your face!

We are remodeling our city home and have reached the point where we must pack up the house, just as if we were moving.

Poor Sebastian. First, since we are replacing almost all of our furniture, the consignment warehouse, who is selling our old stuff, showed up and striped the house. All of Sebastian's favorite chairs are gone, and so are the carpets. The poor guy slips and slides all over the hardwood floors, and then has no place to sit!

Today, we packed the kitchen. I think Sebastian finally figured out what was going on.

Every time I built a new cardboard box, and begin loading dishes into it, Sebastian would fetch his favorite ball or pull rope and drop it into the box, with everything else. No matter how many times I took his stuff out - even putting it downstairs in his dog house - he would haul it back up and "repack." He seems absolutely sure that, if we don't pack it, he will loose his prized possessions.

I think he's learned this because, when we go up to the country place, we usually pack his toys to take along.

Ooppps!  Here he comes again, with another tennis ball .....

(See photos of the remodel in "At Home")

 

Sebastian Attacks
Mon Oct 27 9:28:44 2003

There hasn’t been a “Sebastian Story” for awhile, so thought you might enjoy this one, from last night . . .

For those of you who don’t know our 15th month old little guy, I should first say that – other than 1 minor incident when he was very young - we have NEVER seem any sign of aggressive behavior from Sebastian . . . until last night.

Sebastian and I were on the bed, watching TV.  His dad, Scot, was in the other room, doing what you do around the end of October – putting together a costume for Halloween.  When he finished, he came into the room, dressed as a Cowboy, with a big cowboy hat, to how off the costume.

As Scot came into the room, Sebastian LEPT to his feet, bared his teeth, gave a very scary growl, and charged Scot, giving deep, guttural barks.  He was so fierce that we actually thought he might bite Scot. 

Suddenly, Sebastian must have recognized Scot, because he immediately assumed a submissive position and started crying, like “I’m sorry Dad, I didn’t know it was you.”  He gave little, low growls and, as Scot knelt down, very carefully approached the cowboy hat, sniffing and looking absolutely scared to death.  As the hat was removed, he backed up, just as scared as ever. 

It took a good half-hour of familiarization, before Sebastian could relax around the hat.  Clearly, our Aussie has become a city boy. 

Poor Sebastian.  His frightening experiences did not end there.  This morning, we got up early to carve pumpkins for the neighborhood kids.  (We decorate the front steps, and serve caramel apples on Halloween).  As is his practice, Sebastian slept in and didn’t come padding upstairs until we were about done with the pumpkins.  He took one look and began barking and growling.  Once again, we had to let him sniff and paw.   

I can’t imagine how Sebastian is going to handle all those spooks and goblins coming to the door, on Friday!

 

Someone has to Stand Up and Be Counted
Mon Oct 13 17:39:59 2003

In response to chat board man-bashing:

Ladies!

As a 100%, car-loving, gym-going, barbeque whiz, sports-fanatic MAN, I must rise to challenge you have presented.

My boyfriend feels the same way.

Doods are NOT a "woman thang."

As our Sebastian would say, "Humph!". Women can't throw a good doggie Frisbee. They don't like swimming through sea weed at the beach. And they get upset at all that mud and gunk that puppies like to drag into the house.

And, let's talk about cooking! They're always eating SALADS, for pete sakes. What's a beef-rib loving, meat-loaf craving Dood supposed to do with a SALAD?

No, I think guys do just fine with Doodles. I, for one, have no problem whipping up a good Fettuccini Alfredo at the same time I'm posting on the Doodle chat page. If you'd like to send your husband over for a lesson, we'd be more than happy to oblige. :)

 

To New Dood Parents: Thoughts at 1 Year
Mon Jul 14 18:53:16 2003


Some of you have followed the exploits of Sebastian Thor, on these pages, and have said you enjoy hearing about his kooky antics. Today, though, Sebastian officially turns 1 year old, and we find ourselves in a more reflective mood, so please forgive or skip this long post, if you find that it’s not particularly entertaining!

Over the last several months, so many people have commented on how well-behaved Sebastian is, for such a young guy, (of course, they don’t see him at home), and have asked about “his school” or “his trainer.” The adjective that people use, consistently, is “attentive.”  Several have asked, “If you had to give only 1 piece of advice, what would it be?” I’ve always been hesitant to answer, because we’re just first-time dog owners, with no expertise or credentials. But, I do think about it, particularly now with all the new Doodles that have just arrived from Australia, and thought others might benefit from our experience at this 1-year milestone.

Sebastian IS about the most “attentive” puppy I’ve ever seen. It’s not just that he “sits,” “downs” and “stays.” He DOES do that – most of the time, and when it suits him – but he is also an independent, stubborn little guy who does not respond like the well-trained little robots I’ve seen at the dog park. We like that. He has a mind of his own.

Sebastian does not have a hostile bone in his body. He’s not a coward, but just won’t deal with aggressive behavior. He loves everybody and everything. He is fearless when roughhousing, but more gentle than you can imagine when taking a bit of food from your hand. Since the first few weeks, there has never been an accidental bite, even during the hardest tug-rope game. He has bared his teeth only once, and learned quickly that this was not acceptable.

When we are out and about – and this is the thing we love the most – Sebastian is his own guy and very independent. But, he constantly “checks in,” as if to say, “Are you still close? Are you safe? Am I being OK?” It’s the most intuitive, inquisitive look you can imagine. And he will stop and give it in the midst of the wildest moments of romping in the surf or charging up the hill at the park.

Sebastian “moves with ease.” By that, I mean that he just seems to KNOW when it is time to hop into the back of the Jeep, to head home from a walk or to sit down under the table at a restaurant. It’s like he just knows what we are doing, and trots right along with us.

Yes, this great breed accounts for much of Sebastian’s character. But, we are convinced that the routines around “alpha dog” patterns, which we found through various web sites, have been primarily responsible. From his first day home, we did things like play in Sebastian’s food or remove his bowl and return it. (He always eats after we do and, even though he often gets our table scraps, he always waits patiently for us to finish, and never begs). We also make sure that we always move through a doorway first, and never let him look down on us from a higher level. We groom him at will. I even do the food shopping every night, so that he gets the idea that I have been out hunting for food all day, which – since I’ve been at work – is not far from the truth. (Sebastian always greets me wildly and then inspects the groceries, when I come in the door at night).

These are all behaviors, we are told, that mimic “life in the wild.”

Likewise, although our school, (which was good for the sit-down-stay stuff, but not much more), believed only in positive reinforcement, we DID give an occasional negative slap-on-the-rear. (Never enough to hurt anything more than his feelings). Again, that seems to mimic pack behavior. (It’s funny, the little slap was always preceded by a finger pointing in his face. Now, the finger point is usually enough).

Finally, Sebastian also believes humans to be the most thin-skinned creatures on the planet. During play, the slightest bite or scratch always elicits a dramatic howl or yelp from us, and an immediate cessation of play.

The net result of all this seems to be that Sebastian feels a strong part of the ‘Pack,” but knows his place and feels very comfortable with it. (It’s like I think I remember Beverly Manners saying somewhere - forgive me if this is a misquote - “Puppies like to know their limits.”). He is, in short, incredibly “attentive.”

Oh, and there is one more thing. Sebastian gets an incredible amount of love. A harsh or disappointed voice hurts his feelings so badly, that it is an incredibly effective correction. He returns more love than he gets, particularly in those sleepy morning hours or in the evening, after Dad has returned from all that hunting and gathering.

So, for all you new Doodle parents, this is our one piece of “Doodles helping Doodles” advice. Hope it is of some help and that I’ve not gone on too long!

All the best of luck

 

 

Scared Doods
Thu Jul 10 15:46:07 2003


OK. Here is our contribution to your question:  "What are Doods afraid of?"

Sebastian is not afraid of other dogs, cats, ducks, people or anything else like that. There is, however, one thing and it is very strange.

Up at our weekend place, there is a very gently flowing river, (gentle, in the summer), behind our house - the Russian River. In the earlier morning hours, in particular, it tends to get little piles of foam floating on the surface of the water. This scares the hell out of Sebastian. He will race back and forth, along the river bank, barking like mad. He will gingerly, and in a deep crouch, approach the foam from the waters edge - then LEAP BACK when it floats too close.

Several times, when I have not been close enough to Sebastian, he will race up the beach, dart between my legs and then, from the safety of this protected position, growl and bark like mad at the harmless floating bubble pile.

So, you see, there is no understanding Doodles sometimes. Our brave little guy, who does battle with killer chairs, talking bathroom scales and vicious singing doves, is reduced to a frightened little child by the sight of floating bubbles.

Go figure.

 

 

Sebastian the Warrior Savior
Wed Jul 9 22:25:23 2003


Today, Sebastian saved our lives.

It was a warm day, and the double doors to the deck were open. In the quiet time of the late afternoon, though, our home was invaded by a fierce singing Dove. In it flew through the doors and landed on the fireplace mantle, singing sweetly.

Clearly, Sebastian Thor recognized that our lives were threatened by this creature and he leapt immediately to the defense of the house. Barking and jumping, he chased the Dove off the mantle, knocking over a vase in the process. Then, he chased the hapless creature all over the house, with giant leaps in the air and vicious barking.

Our oriental screen was knocked over. The lamp was knocked over, and the bulb broken. As the Dove landed on the chandelier, over the dining table, Sebastian leapt onto the glass-top table, clearing it of assorted mail and a centerpiece plant.

The chase grew more frenzied, with the Dove slamming repeatedly into the clear glass of the windows, as Sebastian jumped higher and higher, barking louder and louder, from the back of the sofa.

The Dove flew out the door. We are cleaning up. Sebastian is very pleased with himself.

 

Dr. Sebastian
Fri Jun 27 15:31:36 2003


These guys continue to amaze me! We are having a heat wave, in San Francisco, and yesterday - while running around bare foot - I stubbed one of my toes pretty badly.

How in the heck did Sebastian know? When I got home and stretched out on the bed, he immediately jumped up and began licking and tending to my injury. It is a little black-n-blue, but nothing really obvious. All night long, he tried to get to my feet to check out how "his patient" was doing.

Now, so that you don't think I'm some kind of nut, I really don't like puppies licking my toes, but I hated to chase him away, since he was showing such obvious concern.

Now, I understand why Labradoodles make such great Therapy Dogs!

By the way, Sebastian has become a real San Franciscan. He is miserable in this heat, even with his short coat, and is finding all kinds of cool places to hide.

 

Wake US Up ???
Thu Jun 19 12:59:51 2003


How does our Doodle wake us up?  Lucy and Sebastian definitely DO NOT have much in common, on this subject!

We have to wake SEBASTIAN up! He will jump onto the bed, in the early morning hours, but then promptly goes right back to sleep. When I finally get ready to get up, he gives me a dirty look and then goes into this huge, dramatic routine of stretches and yawns. Then, he will sleep some more. Then, more stretches and yawns.

Finally, when I go upstairs to pour coffee, he will DRAG himself up the stairs, slowly move into the kitchen, and then promptly plop down and go back to sleep. He doesn't stir until he figures out that I am making his granola and yogurt. (OK, he's a little spoiled).

After breakfast, he goes out to do his business . . . never before . . . and then goes back to sleep.

This all strikes me as typically adolescent behavior!

 

Clever Puppy . . . NOT
Tue Jun 17 10:55:13 2003

Once again, Sebastian has reduced us to hysterics! Just had to share this story ....

Last night, when it was play time, we told Sebastian "Go get your ball!" He ran upstairs, and we could hear him searching around for his "glow in the dark" plastic ball.

After an unusually long time, he came bounding down the stairs, tail wagging like mad, and . . . PLOP . . . he dropped a LIME into my lap. Then, the delayed reaction set in! He suddenly realized that the lime tasted HORRIBLE and he actually began "spitting" to get the taste out of his mouth.

Then, it got even funnier! His basic instinct to chase the "ball" was just too strong for him. We'd throw the lime, he'd chase it - or grab it in the air - and then get this horrible expression on his face and SPIT it out. He'd shake his head, lick his chops like mad . . . and then do it all over again. We were laughing so hard that we could hardly stand it.

The clever puppy learned, though. Eventually, he figured out how to grab the lime by the tiny little spot where the stem had been. Then, he'd gingerly prance back, with the entire lime dangling out of his mouth.

After about 20 minutes of this, he got another idea, and disappeared again. When he returned, he offered his tug-rope as an alternative!

And ... we thought he had gone to bring the Tequila!

 

Don't Doodles Know How to Swim?
Mon Jun 2 15:07:57 2003

Hi Everyone,

Sebastian's Dad is apparently not too bright.  Since this is my first dog, I'm always learning new things and would be interested to know about other's experiences on this subject.

I've always assumed that dogs somehow knew how to swim instinctively - after all, isn't that where they got the name "dog paddle"?  Sebastian has always LOVED romping at the water's edge - whether in the ocean surf, along a river or, most fun of all, in a big old mud puddle - but this weekend we had our first real "swimming" experience.

The Russian River, which runs behind our weekend home in Sonoma, is very shallow and slow, this time of year.  It's a beautiful spot, with a gently curving river winding through steep hills filled with Redwood trees.  Sunday was incredibly hot and so we all headed down to the River for Sebastian's first real swim.

The water is so shallow, that I can sit on the bottom and still have my head above water.  So that's what I did . . . sitting in the middle of the River and screaming "come on puppy!!!" and attracting many smirks from people on the River bank.  Scot stood on the shore, too, shouting "go see Daddy."

Anyway, after suitable coaxing, Sebastian headed out toward me.  He DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO SWIM!  He kept his rear paws down, skirting the river bottom, and flailed his front legs like he was batting at something in the air.  PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!  All the while, this little drowned-rat-looking puppy kept his head stretched out above him.  He was determined, though, and when he finally reached me, he was hacking and coughing and, of course, I now have huge scratch marks all down the front of my chest.

I tried supporting his body, and sort of swishing him through the water, hoping he would get the idea.  Meanwhile, of course, the big Labs were all swimming out after big logs that their masters were throwing.  Sebastian wanted to play too, and would take off after them, with his PLOP PLOP PLOP echoing all over the canyon walls.

I know we both had a blast, but will he ever catch on?  Is there such a thing as a Swim Instructor for Dogs? 

 

3 am Playmate?
Wed May 14 22:52:46 2003

Hi Everyone,

When was the last time you woke up at 3am, laughing?

Here is a cute story that I couldn't resist passing along.

Like many folks, we have a scale in our bathroom. It's one of those talking kind. You push a button with your toe, and a man says . . . "Please step on the scale," and then "Your weight is one hundred and eighty pounds. You have gained two pounds."

The jerk never seems to tell you that you've LOST 2 pounds.

Anyway, at 3 a.m. this morning, we awoke to the following conversation:

"Please step on the scale."

"WOOF"

"Please step on the scale."

"WOOF WOOF WOOF"

"Your weight is 23 pounds. You have lost one hundred and fifty nine pounds"

"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF !!!"

-- We figure Sebastian was upset because he weighs 53 pounds, not 23, and did not like his new play mate selling him short!

Well, maybe you had to be there....

 

"Go for a Ride?"
Fri May 2 11:57:08 2003

Hi,

"Go for a Ride?" is about Sebastian's favorite phrase. He particularly loves it when there is only one person in the Jeep and he is allowed to ride in the front seat! And, let's not even talk about his ecstacy at riding in the convertible!

Funny you should have posted this. Last night, when I came home from work, Sebastian ran down to greet me, as I was unloading groceries. He jumped into the back of the Jeep, and refused to come out.

I had so much to carry that it made me mad and I didn't want to deal with him. So I said, "OK. Suit yourself. You can just stay here by yourself." I closed the Jeep hatch and went into the house, leaving him in the car, in the closed garage. Well, about 20 minutes later, figuring he'd learned his lesson, I went to let him out.

There sat Sebastian, perfectly happy and wagging his tail, in the passenger seat. He actually PAWED at the hand brake, still refusing to leave the car. The message was very clear. He wanted to "Go for a Ride?".

He needed to be carried back into the house, and at 53 pounds, that is no easy task!

 

Pouting!
Thu Apr 24 15:40:47 2003

Sebastian gets all excited when he sees us showering/dressing, etc., in preparation to leave the house. BUT, if we say "Sebastian Guard the House," which is his clue that he will not be coming along, he goes into a corner, or onto the bed, and actually PRETENDS to be asleep. (If you look quick, you'll catch him peeking at you with one eye).

He will not look at you and, when we say "Go to Your House," (he goes into his crate when we leave), he will snuggle deeper into his sleep and pretend that he doesn't hear you. Eventually, he will DRAG himself across the floor, (he has even tried a fake limp, several times), into his crate.

It is a hysterical routine!

 

Just a Cute Story
Wed Apr 16 10:52:52 2003

Hi,

Further evidence of how smart these guys are ....

The other night, we were laying on the bed and watching TV, with a big bowl of popcorn at the ready. Sebastian had never seen popcorn, and had his little nose about 3 inches from the bowl, as is his usual style.

Anyway, I gave him a piece or two, and he really liked it. Sebastian is very gentle when he takes food from your hand.

Then, I tossed him a piece, thinking he would catch it in the air. He looked at me like I was nuts. "Dad, why are you throwing popcorn at me?"

So, Scot took a popcorn, tossed it in the air, and caught it in his own mouth. Sebastian watched wide-eyed. Scot did it once more.

Sebastian began barking! "I want to try it too!"

I tossed him another piece and BAM, he leapt into the air and caught it! It's now his favorite game.

Two lessons and he caught on immediately!

 

Things We All Wish Our Dogs Would Remember
Sat Apr 12 10:52:52 2003

 

Things We All Wish Our Dogs Would Remember, (Anonymous Poster)

  • The garbage collector is not trying to steal our stuff.

  • I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table

  • If I roll my toys behind the sofa, they're gone.

  • I shouldn't eat the cat's food, either before he eats it or after he throws it up.

  • I needn't find the last bit of clean carpet when I'm about to be sick.

  • The bathroom waste-basket isn't a cookie jar.

  • If I chew red crayons, my people will think I'm hemorrhaging.

  • I shouldn't insist that the car window be down when it's raining.

  • Since we don't have a doorbell, I needn't bark when I hear one on TV.

  • I should not steal my mom's underwear and play with it in the yard.

  • Eating dental floss out of the bathroom garbage makes people think I have worms, when they see it hanging from my butt.

  • I am not obligated to go roll around in the dirt and/or something disgusting, right after a bath.

  • Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is not an acceptable way of saying hello.

  • The toilet bowl is not an endless water supply.

  • The cat is not a squeaky toy, so when I play with him and he makes a noise, it's probably not a good thing.

MORE Things We All Wish Our Dogs Would Remember, (from Sebastian's Dad)

  • Birds chirping at dawn's first light are not an alarm clock and they don't expect me to bark an answer back.

  • My hairbrush is not a chew toy.

  • Toothpaste is for people.

  • Pulling and yanking at Dad's briefcase will not stop him from leaving for work in the morning.

  • The stove is hot.

  • Dropping a rope on Dad's face, at 3am, will not put him into the mood for tug-o-war.

  • People don't like their butts sniffed, when they get out of the shower.

  • The vacuum cleaner is not being used so that I have something to pounce on.

  • When people are working on a computer, they won't stop just because I drop all my toys, one-by-one, onto their feet.

  • Stairs are a bad place to leave a rawhide bone.

  • Some cars have a motion alarm inside.

  • Sofa cushion tags that say, "Do not remove under penalty of law," mean it.

  • Sofa cushions don't belong in the back yard fountain.

  • Stacked firewood should stay near the fireplace.

  • Fireplace ashes spread when you chew open the garbage bag.

  • Brandy make me sneeze and wheeze.

 

Clever Puppy?
Thu Mar 27 17:35:20 2003

Hi,

No point to this story, but I thought it was pretty cute.

Last night, after a long day trip to San Diego, I was exhausted and fell asleep early. Poor Sebastian needed to go out and, apparently, was unable to roust me from my slumber. He never has indoor "accidents."

Here was his solution. He climbed into our big "roman style" bathtub/shower, which was not an easy task for him, and peed there. No fuss. An easily cleaned puddle! We cracked up when we discovered the evidence later!

I'm trying to figure out if he was following anyone's example :)

 

Temper Tantrum
Thu Mar 27 17:27:28 2003

Hi,

I remember once, when Sebastian was younger, he could get UP the stairs, but not down them. One night, he insisted on going upstairs, over and over, while we were watching TV. Then, he would sit at the top of the stairs and cry, for someone to carry him back down. After the 7th such incident, I decided "the hell with him. Let him Learn" and didn't go up to carry him down.

He pooped right at the top of the stairs, not 3 feet from the open door to the rear garden. It has been his only poop accident ever, and I'm convinced it was no accident!

 

Killer Chair Attacks Sebastian Thor!
Unknown 2002
 
Hi,

Just had to pass along this story!

Yesterday morning, we had breakfast at our favorite Sonoma County club.  It’s an indoor-outdoor restaurant and, being a beautiful morning, we were seated poolside, on those web-style chairs that you often see around a pool.

So that we could enjoy our breakfast, in some peace, I tied Sebastian’s leash to the chair I was sitting on, so that he wouldn’t go wandering around.  He was such a perfect little puppy, laying quietly at my feet, that I nearly forgot about him.

Half-way through the meal, I needed to use the bathroom and excused myself to go to the men’s room.

A minute or two later, chaos broke loose!  Sebastian, apparently, decided to follow me and, as he left the table, the chair came flying after him, twisting and slamming in the wind.  It scared the hell out of him – a killer chair chasing him – and off he ran in a panic, with the damn thing bouncing along behind.

Everyone started chasing him.  He ran faster, and the chair chased him faster too.  Tables went flying.  The menu easel flew over and cracked.  People were scrambling in every direction.  Then, he headed into the garden, and completely plowed under a whole series of newly planted flower beds.

Poor Sebastian.  By the time I caught up with him, he was cowering in the bushes, shaking like a leaf, and the entire restaurant was in hysterics!

I wonder if he will ever want Bacon treats again?