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“Ace, Champ of My Heart”

 

Description from EPBCornell: For my special guy, Ace, turning 9 the end of this month. He's half lab(maybe), half basset(definitely), and looks pretty much identical in build to the Lipstick Ranch angel puppy with a labby head, full, long body, but short little basset legs with large front duck-footed paws, black with speckled white across the toes. The rest of him is black (or darkest brown) with speckled white on his chest and belly, and some white in his muzzle, increasing a little this last year. My mom-in-law called him a "sawed-off lab." It's actually pretty adorable. He still rockets around on his short legs with blazing speed, chasing bunnies and squirrels, fetching balls. He loves treats, but sometimes will only graze on his supper, saving some for later or the next day, unless it's suped up with trimmings from his Mama & Papa's dinner or leftover meat, a broth reduction or some gravy, in which case he'll crush it without taking a breath between bites. Then in a few minutes, out the door and to the woods off the sides of the yard for a curl up to take a superpoop, which gets rewarded, of course. He does such good work! Good boy! A loud barker attuned to vehicles coming to our house alone at the end of a dead end street, he sounds like a giant menacing defender, but the toughness ends there. As soon as he gets to sniff you he's just curious and friendly. And he is no tough guy when it comes to thunder, fireworks and other loud noises. July 4th at dark, hunting season, and when the corn is high and other crops nearby are reaching harvest and the farmer has set a cannon or loud rifle to go off every 6 minutes to keep the birds and vermin from eating everything, Ace spends a lot of time shivering in the back of his covered kennel, inconsolable. That last is the worst. It goes on all day for weeks and we can hardly get Ace out the door to do his business-- he won't go out; he doesn't trust it. It tears us up. But we know the farmer can't afford to lose the crops either.
Enough. That's all about my little guy. Thanks for letting me share.
Feel free to tell me all about your special furchild.

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  1. Kathryn R
    Kathryn R says:

    Your dog seems so lovable, and your clever pick tells his story. Poor Ace! My heart goes out to him when that rude farmer fires off his cannon. Does he do it all *night*? Rodents and deer don’t stop eating crops after dark! Sheesh! I’m Sorry – but pretty dumb approach to protecting your crops. I grew up in Iowa and never knew a farmer who drove his neighbors to headaches with firing a cannon every 6 minutes. Have you tried a Thunder Shirt for Ace?

  2. EPBCornell
    EPBCornell says:

    Kathryn, thanks for your support for Ace’s endurance of the endless late summer cannon. We have tried a snug swaddling shirt like a thunder shirt to little effect. Perhaps we need the brand name itself. It was so bad and endless, and Ace was such a basketcase that we actually finally called the police to see what could be done. They witnessed Ace’s reaction to the shot going off as we were trying to get him out to pee (he hadn’t been willing to go all day), and said they thought they knew the farm it was coming from and would go look into it for us. When they returned they said they had measured the noise levels and for some topographical reasons the blasts in fact sounded louder on our property up the hill than down on the farm. They would not be able to stop the shots going off until harvest in a couple more weeks, but the farmer said he would stop the cannon going off at 6pm– which turned out to be after 8 or 9pm in reality. To resume at sunrise. So Ace could do his business by night, after the cannon had stopped long enough that he felt he could trust to go out again. Which took about an hour. The day after having the police to the house to discuss the cannon, it was a little after sunset but still light out when I went to retrieve my phone from the car console. I was leaning in the passenger door, and after I grabbed my phone, stood back up and shut the door, checking me out from right at the front but on my side of the car, 6′ away at most, was a very large coyote. As big as a large, lean-legged german shepherd. I thought it was a coy-wolf, half wolf, it was so large. I pointed at it and yelled at it, raised my arms and waved them around, yelling. It just stood looking at me. I tried turning to just walk away and it started following me. I wheeled around and yelled some more. It stopped but did not back down. In a last desperate move, I made a sharp lunge toward the coyote, stomping my foot down fast and hard and shooting my arm out. It worked. The coyote jumped back and liked away up the street from the dead end, into the neighborhood.
    So now I knew when Ace was going to be going out in the night to finally relieve himself, there were coyotes to contend with and he could be ripped to pieces. I walked him on a leash in the yard at night from that point– not that I could intervene if even just one coyote attacked Ace while on the leash in my hand, let alone a pack. And I’ve heard the pack nearby when I’ve woken up nights around 2am. It sounds big.
    Oh jheesh, I’ve written another book!I
    Anyway, it was a big relief when the cannon finally stopped for the year. Next year my husband and I may just lose it and follow through on a scheme to find the thing and smash it. And we should see if the branded ThunderShirt is more effective than the snug wrapping Comfort shirt we have for Ace for the traumatic times.
    Btw, Kathryn, you can call me Liz.

  3. dolllady aka Pam
    dolllady aka Pam says:

    Poor baby. I can understand his fear. My last chihuahua, Chiquita, didn’t like thunder and lightning. First clap of thunder sent her running under the nearest bed. In 2012, we had massive hail storm with tons of large cracking thunder. She just got back under the bed when that bedroom window shattered from the nail and it blew across the room. The wind blew the door shut. By the time we got the door open she was out to the dining room where both of the Windows blew out at her. It took my mom and I to hold her. After that it took both of us to hold her at the faintest sound of thunder.

  4. Kathryn R
    Kathryn R says:

    Liz, I so appreciate your Ace saga. We have had coyotes come through our back yard. I know they hunt mice as well as rabbits and people’s pets. Another big reason our Bootsie is an indoor cat. Does that farmer know that raccoons are nocturnal and love to eat crops and produce in gardens? Not to mention deer. Oh well, hope you find a solution for sweet pup! Always enjoy your picks. :)

  5. EPBCornell
    EPBCornell says:

    Pam, that hail storm! I can’t imagine the terrifying experience that must have been for Chiquita, and how thunder would never be the same again and require extra comforting. I’m thankful she had the loving care of you and your mother to help her get through storms. A trauma like that stays with a dog. Poor sweet thing! That must be Chiquita in your profile pic. She is so perfect! I love her colors, especially her white feet. And her attentiveness to you in the picture.
    I wish Ace found comfort in being held, but cuddling at the best of times seems to just make him feel trapped and anxious that harm is going to be done to him or he’s going to be somehow molested. I wonder what must have happened in his first 6 months before being rescued. 8 years with us of nothing but love, and he still doesn’t fully trust us not to turn on him. He feels safer in his kennel than being held and stroked by me. Sometimes I wonder if dogs can be on their own autism spectrum. Strange/normal things seem to make him uncomfortable or he’s hypersensitive about, or he likes in a specific way.
    Maybe this is normal. Did Chiquita have anything she was strangely particular about?

  6. Beady Little Eyes
    Beady Little Eyes says:

    Love to see a photo of Ace. My last dog was also afraid of thunder – she would try to hide in a closet. It was tough because she was big (120 lbs) and couldn’t fit inside. There was no consoling her. And fireworks – forget it. The dog I have now isn’t afraid at all. But I think a previous owner hit him – he’s scared if you’re holding something in your hand above his head. And he’s afraid of a rolled newspaper. He had 2 previous owners. The lady whom I got him from wanted him to be a working dog and kept him locked in the chicken coop at night. He hated it. She was a nice lady (Police Officer) but I think he was too much. (He’s a little needy.) I’m so glad he’s with me now. He didn’t know about treats!
    Oh – Your pick is great. Love the dog face.

  7. Zippy-Klunk
    Zippy-Klunk says:

    Hi Liz…was very moved by this pick and your obvious love for your dear Ace. I am a dabbler in beading and jewelry design. But I am a big time dog lover and have been training and working with rehabbing foster doggies for years. I have several ideas that may help! Of course none are instantaneous and are a good deal of work. But in the end dogs are basically pretty simple. The are operant behavioral conditioning machines. They do what works. Poor Ace will never be great with those sudden loud noises but he can be better and you can help him manage. I would love to talk to you! If you are interested? Way too complicated for fresh picks comments…not sure how the wire function works but would love to try and figure it out! Thank you for sharing your dog-mom heart. Made me miss my fella that died just about a year ago – he is in my profile picture. The most gorgeous dog I will ever own! And he hated the camera. Silly guy…

  8. dolllady aka Pam
    dolllady aka Pam says:

    Congrats on your wonderful POD! Chiquita was a rescue dog we found roaming my alley with another dog we assumed was her mom. They were brought in on two consecutive nights of 38 degree lows. “Mom”was in heat and left the second night never to be seen. The neighbors had been feeding them. She was about 18 months and she was adopted by my parents a d weighed 3 pounds. The one as my life is my current baby. She weighed 1pound the day I received her. She was given to me in the bottom of a Christmas bag. She is now 3 1/2 years old and weighs about 13 lbs. She is a good girl.

  9. Kathryn R
    Kathryn R says:

    Congratulations, Liz, on your Pup POD! I hope Ace appreciates his tribute and had a nice peaceful Thanksgiving.

  10. Beady Little Eyes
    Beady Little Eyes says:

    Congratulations on your tribute to Ace.

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    J Marable says:

    All these comments have made me tear up…I have a furbaby too

  12. Maggies Mom
    Maggies Mom says:

    Congratulations!

  13. EPBCornell
    EPBCornell says:

    Thank you! Ace had a wonderful birthday/Thanksgiving. Thankfully it was raining, so there were no gunshots going off from hunters nearby– they stayed in on account of the weather. So Ace had a good day eating turkey skin & whatnot, and with the pandemic we stayed home and he had company & attention all day, for a change. And there were enough breaks in the weather that he could even go out to do his business without getting rained on. Here are a couple pictures of my special guy.

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  14. EPBCornell
    EPBCornell says:

    Pam, I am glad you gave Chiquita a good home. And now a good home for your sweetheart chihuahua in your profile picture. I can only imagine how tiny and adorable she must have been when you got her! If there is anything more precious than a furbaby it’s a baby furbaby you get to bond with for life, getting to know each other & each other’s ways. It happens lovingly with animals you adopt, or adopt you, later in their lives, too– but there is something about getting to remember when they were only “this big.”

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