Saturday, January 3, 2009

Amator

Last summer Raimi got hold of my little point and shoot digital camera and destroyed it. I had been meaning to show examples of the damage but kept forgetting. Finally here's the carnage:


See that black pit where the lens is supposed to be?







The screen fared no better. I tried turning it on but only got a sad screen of wibbly colors.


Here's a better angle of the teeth marks in the screen. There were batteries in it - brand new and not cheap - but those were undamaged and are now relegated to a remote or a flashlight or something.
So here's a lesson: electronic devices will always lose when pitted against Ridgeback teeth. Considering that 'indestructable' kongs and other such toys have met their end in my house I'm not the least surprised.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Face Off

To follow up a previous line of thought from last year regarding referring to ourselves as 'guardians' of our dogs and 'adopting' instead of selling our puppies. This article was sent to me by my mom and I have simply copied it. If you know the source please let me know and I'll credit it.

Pet Owner vs. Pet Guardian
Author Unknown


Adding the word "guardian" to a state or municipal law, especially when the law allows "guardian" and "owner" to be used interchangeably, sounds innocent enough. After all, many animal owners already treat their animals more like members of the family than as property, and being called guardians rather than owners is not likely to make them more responsive to the animals' needs.

Some activists also argue that the change in language will reduce the incidence of animal abuse, by making owners feel more responsible for their animals. This might be wishful thinking, however, considering that child abuse continues at an alarming rate despite the unquestioned responsibility parents and guardians have for the welfare of their children.

Strong criticism of the policy shift has emerged from seemingly unlikely sources. In May 2003, for example, the Executive Board of the American Veterinary Medical Association (AVMA) approved a position statement opposing guardianship language.

The official AVMA position reads:

Ownership vs. Guardianship

"The American Veterinary Medical Association promotes the optimal health and well-being of animals. Further, the AVMA recognizes the role of responsible owners in providing for their animals' care. Any change in terminology describing the relationship between animals and owners does not strengthen this relationship and may, in fact, diminish it. Such changes in terminology may decrease the ability of veterinarians to provide services and, ultimately, result in animal suffering.

The Board of Directors of the American Kennel Club (AKC) adopted a similar resolution in 2003, stating in part that, the "AKC believes that the term guardian may in fact reduce the legal status and value of dogs and thereby restrict the rights of owners, veterinarians, and governmentagencies to protect and care for dogs. It may also subject them to frivolous and expensive litigation. The term guardian does nothing to promote more responsible treatment of dogs."

Similar opposition has been voiced by groups including the Cat Fancier's Association, the Pet Industry Joint Advisory Council, the National Animal Interest Alliance, the Responsible Pet Owners Alliance, and the American Veterinary Medical Law Association. Equine organizations appear to have remained silent to this point.

"What's the problem?" you might reasonably ask at this point. Anything that makes people more conscious of the fact that animals are not a disposable commodity and should not be abused must be a good thing. What could go wrong? So far, nothing.

Laws in Rhode Island and in the cities that have adopted guardianship language appear to allow "owner" and "guardian" to be used interchangeably, with the same rights and obligations attached to each. None of the revised laws have been in force long enough to know for certain whether the change is cosmetic or substantive. There is no doubt, however, that such mixed usage fails to recognize that owner and guardian have legally distinct, and very different, meanings.

The owner of property, according to Black's Law Dictionary and an enormous body of legal precedent, has the right to "enjoy" the property, and to "do with it as he pleases, even to spoil or destroy it, as far as the law permits." It is this bundle of rights, and the potential for harm, that make necessary laws that recognize the unique status of animals and that protect them from cruelty, abuse, and neglect.

A guardian, on the other hand, is a horse of an entirely different color. Strictly speaking, again according to Black's Law Dictionary and the courts, a guardian is a person who has both the legal right and legal responsibility to take care of another person who is incapable of taking care of himself or herself. Adults who are incompetent for some reason and minor children are examples of individuals who require guardians. The subject of a guardian's care is the guardian's "ward."

A guardian also might have a fiduciary duty to the ward, which simply means a legal responsibility to act in the ward's best interest, even at the expense of the guardian's interests. Guardians and owners, in other words, are fundamentally different, mutually exclusive entities. Owners own property, guardians protect the rights of incompetent individuals, and a law that uses the terms interchangeably is a legal contradiction.

The potential ramifications of this clear legal distinction between "owner" and "guardian" are enormous. Assume, for a moment, that "guardian" is not merely another name for "owner," and that a person actually can become the guardian of an animal in the strict legal sense. Implicit in this assumption must be the fact that the object of the guardian's care and responsibility, an animal, now becomes the guardian's ward, with associated legal rights that must be protected.

Any meaningful change in status from an animal owner to an animal guardian must, at some point, also encompass a change in the status of the animal from property to ward. Under the current state of the law, which recognizes only property and persons, the animal thus would assume the same legal rights as a child or incompetent adult.

If an animal is someone's property, the animal can be bought and sold, a simple legal transaction that results in a change of owner. If, on the other hand, the animal has the legal status of a ward with rights that must be protected, it is difficult to imagine a situation in which the animal legally could be sold (or even given away) by its guardian. Animal adoptions also would become far more complicated and expensive.

Under current law it is possible, in some situations, to justify the euthanasia of an animal for economic reasons, such as an illness requiring lengthy and expensive veterinary care. Euthanasia in this circumstance no longer would be an option if the caretaker is a guardian andthe animal enjoys the legal status of a ward.

It also is easy to imagine an argument that it is not in the best interest of a Thoroughbred to be raced as a 2-year-old, or at all, or that dogs should not be exhibited at shows or used in field trial competitions, or that zoos violate the rights of their inhabitants. Commercial animal breeding in any form certainly would violate the legal rights of an animal ward, as would human consumption of animals for food and the use of animals in medical research.

These scenarios might sound quite far-fetched, and the possible outcomes might not be obvious consequences of the seemingly innocuous substitution of one word for another in a few laws. Nevertheless, a dramatic restructuring of the human-animal relationship is the stated agenda of some animal rights activists. Whatever your opinion on the status of animals, your support of, or opposition to, the guardian movement should be an informed choice, based on fact rather than supposition.

Courts frequently use the phrase "slippery slope" to describe a course of action that, once it is started, cannot easily be halted. Depending on how lawmakers and courts eventually interpret the true meaning of an animal guardian, the movement toward animal guardianship might be such a slope.

Sideways

Here we are, a day into 2009. Already Calgary has four murders on the docket. The bank has totally screwed up my account information and I have been unable as yet to make a payment on a significant purchase. Halo is still not in heat. The windshield spray pump on my truck has given out and the temperature is going to hit above zero rendering me blind while driving. My laptop is being returned for repair after owning it less than 10 days.

What else?

Leeloo's little 'issue' seems to have resolved and hopefully there won't be any more incidents involving explosions or wall washing. Raimi is as cheerful as always and I'm sure is anticipating the temperature rise with glee.

I guess there's always a silver lining, it's still a fresh year, these things that are not perfect can be rectified with some screaming at the bank, patience with Halo, a quick fix at the mechanic, and a wing and a prayer with the computer. The murder rate in Calgary ... well, that I can't really fix but I'm working on it.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

New Moon

Welcome to 2009! It certainly rolled over in Tamzin style. My high school friend Deena was in town over the holidays visiting from Scotland where she now lives with her husband Tim and cutie-pie Scottish daughter Kaia. I drove to her parent's house in Cochrane, about 45 minutes away, and we had a nice dinner and started playing Wii games. Deena thought to check her watch after a while and 2009 had blown in 15 minutes earlier. Huzzah. See? It happens regardless of your party/sobriety status.


I left Cochrane at just before 2am and got home about 2:30am. My nose told me the story before I had two feet through the door. Fortunately before I left I put down a tonne of paper so most of the mess was contained but it was still a complete disaster. Raimi, sad eyes well practiced, stood on his island of a dog bed and though he wanted to greet me he refused to step onto the icky paper. When I opened the gate he minced his way out and relaxed only when his feet touched clean floor.


Poor little Leeloo seems to have some bug that is affecting her lower intestine. Raimi had it a few days ago but though he recovered very quickly, baby Leeloo is finding it harder to shake. She still plays, runs, eats, drinks, steals and generally behaves like a naughty puppy so I know it's not a very serious bug. Today we see improvement and hopefully it's uphill from here.


Yay 2009.


This year has lots of things happening but we will take it a step at a time. First stop Halo coming into heat and getting bred. Once that is accomplished the rest of the year should roll out like clockwork ... right???

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

A Good Year

As always at this time of year we reflect on things we cannot change and look forward to a fresh start. This past year has seen a lot of adventures, some good, some bad but always we come out the other side intact and prepared for more.

The year started, of course, with the litter of twelve just a week old and thriving. By this time Halo was done like dinner and we were at a stand off over her nursing them. Only one more time Halo ... I promise.

They grew up like weeds in a fertilized pasture and 12 wonderful homes were beginning a new adventure in Ridgebacks. I met some really great people and made wonderful friends.

During the time the puppies were being raised Raimi, at just under a year, started his Champion point count and won a Hound Puppy Group. He loved being shown and was a ridiculous goofball just about everytime he went in the ring, but still, each time he improved and I could tell the pattern started to click with him.

March brought Halo's first litter's first birthday on the 14th, also the day little Weasley was born - little did I know this mischievous kitten was to be mine. My faithful old minivan found a new home with my friend Tanja to replace her dangerously sad Rosie Van. My van had little monetary value but I knew it was reliable and would see her through at least the next year. My replacement vehicle was a shiny not-new Ford Explorer which I love to pieces. March also brought a new cat, Mallaig, from the Happy Cat Sanctuary in Strathmore who settled in like she's lived with dogs her whole life.

In April Petal took her leave at 12 and a half years old. She came with us to the Red Deer show and was cheerful as always, happy to be out and included, even if she was a little slower than usual. Four short days later she made it clear it was time for the body to rest, so we said good-bye for now ... wait for me at The Bridge my darling Precious.

Raimi continued to mature into the spring and finished his championship in Medicine Hat with a third in the hound group. It was a great way to end his introduction to the show scene and he enjoys being my 'pet' until he's properly grown and mature enough to handle a show campaign schedule. Weasley came to us in May also, a darling bundle of kitten joy who snuggled and cuddled with a dog 96 pounds heavier than he.

June took us down to Montana for the show circuit there. Six days in the motorhome with my mom, her Pulis and one very large Boy. He did not understand the show routine and was off his food (until I hand fed him) but rallied well and brought home a major. He placed in his classes everyday and was getting the hang of the routine by the time it was over. The same circuit saw Geddie take home two majors and Zero's very first show, at exactly 6 months old, saw him win a Reserve to a major. A great circuit for Invictus. Halo stayed with Tanja and we decided she would stay there over the summer to see how it worked out.

July saw my 4th 29th birthday and I wanted to thank everyone again for a totally marvelous time! July also saw the very first show for the Christmas Eve litter. In three days we took all three puppy breeds, Rifka won two of them, Karma the other, started her point count and placed 3rd in a very large sweeps class. Rory did very well despite his sisters taking all the glory!

The end of July and into August had us at the ever popular Alberta Kennel Club show. I judged my very first Sweepstakes for the Alberta Sporting Hound Specialty and was vindicated in my decisions by a well-respected judge who chose my winners again almost to the letter. The balance of the show weekend was a little soured by some unsportsmanlike behaviour but in all it was a good time with friends and the weather cooperated. Oh, except the part where Raimi was running loose on the show grounds looking for me and when I went to collect him I missed taking Rory in for Reserve.

August introduced the never sought feeling of dread when you get a phone call about a car accident. Halo ended up with a bruised muzzle, some scrapes and probably a sore body for a couple days but recovered very well. Tanja and family were fine but we did bid a final adieu to the faithful minivan of lore.

In all the summer weather was weird, it never seemed to resolve into true summer and that took us into the fall with and odd feeling of no summer at all. Early in September saw Leeloo born into a litter of twelve and I had high hopes for a light wheaton white footed baby girl. Myself, my mom, Raimi and two Pulis headed to Montana again for a couple days but Raimi did not seem to feel well and thus did not show well. We did finish one of my mom's dogs and for that the trip was a success.

October brought a much anticipated trip to Nova Scotia and a nice vacation. The fall colors, which everyone talks about, were more spectacular than you can imagine. The hospitality and sane mentality was beyond anything I have ever experienced in Alberta and I strongly suggest everyone go there! It was much much too short a time to spend and I look forward to returning this year. Raimi stayed with Tanja and when I picked him up I'm pretty sure Halo was pushing him out the door!

November brought us to the Halo/Leeloo exchange and even though Raimi welcomed this little annoying bundle he was not really sure he was okay with her staying on a permanent basis. Halo, of course, settled into her life with Erin admirably and the wait began for her to come into heat. Our November weather was unseasonably kind this year and apparently it was just a fake out for what was coming.

December of course brings Christmas, stress, irritation, annoyance, tension, and aggravation ... but all these things exist in Calgary independent of Christmas so make of that what you will. The weather has been truly deplorable and everyone has had just about enough of the -20 temperatures. Raimi has fallen for Leeloo like every other creature in existence and we have established a peace in the house that no longer involves Raimi's sad eyes whenever I pet or talk to Leeloo. Halo is stubbornly refusing to come into heat but I am hopeful January will see a burst of moody, sullen, contrite, penitent behaviour which marks her heats and scars everyone's psyche.

In all it was a good year and I look back with few regrets. I set out a plan at the beginning of 2008 and by gum every single thing I set out to do has been done. I strongly believe a plan is paramount but must be flexible enough to accommodate the things in life you do not plan ... like an additional cat in the spring, a new puppy in the fall and the loss of a Precious friend.

Have fun tonight, forget making resolutions, meet the new year with a fresh face and my goodness ... what WILL you do with that extra second we gain in 2009?

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Homeward Bound (?)

A few people will remember that Halo's full brother Corbin went missing in Arizona in October 2007. He got out of his owner's friend's house in an unfortunate set of circumstances and has been missing ever since.



He has been seen several times in the last year, often recognized too late and wandering up and down the desert outside Tuscon, Arizona. The hope of catching him stayed alive as he does keep getting reported ... so at least it was clear he was still out there.



Now, as 2008 winds to a close, with 15 months on the lamb, Corbin could be just days away from getting back on the couch where he belongs.




The story is a bit confusing but as far as I can gather, Corbin is now travelling with some 'desert gypsies' and their band of desert mutts. A woman and friends were riding in the desert and came upon a 'nomad' camp, they noted 5 dogs; 4 mutts and 1 dog who did not appear to belong. He was big, so huge in fact they did not want to dismount, and was barking at them. He was a deep rich golden color and was clearly a stand out. They acclimated him to the horses and eventually managed to approach the dog, discovering that he was extremely well trained.


The woman mentioned this to an aquaintance who knew of the missing Ridgeback and was shown a photo of Corbin. She could not swear it but felt very strongly that it was the same dog. No mention of the ridge. There are plans to head out and confirm his identity, on the sly, because I suspect there is a fear the gypsies will disappear if they think the dog is either worth something or will be 'stolen' from them.



Erin, Corbin and Halo's breeder, is working with the people in Arizona to confirm the identity of the dog. Corbin's registered name is Am. Ch. Aegis Beg, Borrow, And Deal and as it turns out he may have to live up to his name to ensure his safe return.


Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion! All our positive thoughts and hopes go out to Corbin, that it IS him, that he WILL be home soon, and that 2009 will start with an incredible bang.

Monday, December 29, 2008

All Quiet on the Western Front

It's been a pretty relaxing holiday thus far. Nothing exciting has occurred which I suppose is very good in a lot of respects. I'm not much into the holidays this year. I just want the holidays and 2008 to be over because 2009 will bring exciting things that I've been anticipating for years. Quite literally. More details will come up in the New Year but because of some circumstances I can't divulge too much just yet. It's a secret ... sort of ... but not. Email me privately for details if you wish - invictusrr (at) shaw.ca.

We did manage to go to the park on Saturday which was great because the past couple days the temperature has dropped yet again and no end of frustration for the dogs. They have significantly reduced their activity level and are napping most of the time. They now play madly in the livingroom and up and down the hallway making the wookie noises we all love so well.

Not good news with the new laptop. Fatal Error. Blue Screen of Death. So frustrating. Owned the damn thing for about 6 days. My mom warned me about Dell and now she gets the ultimate "I told you so" which I can live with unless it happens again. Then Dell is going to answer for it's incompetence. I'm sure the 2 hours on the phone, hard drive re-formatting and re-installation of the drivers and software will fix the problem. Right? It still won't connect to the internet so I'm stuck with the old laptop which is missing several key buttons and has what I suspect is a grotesque amount of dog hair, cat hair, crumbs, coffee drips and dog drool under the keys.

There is much napping to be had by certain dogs now, I'm heading out today to meet an old friend who's in town for a few days and the dogs know that once I leave they are given the treat balls and lots of goodies. Ah to be a dog ...