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Update on Max, for my own records and for those who might still be following him in his new life

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As described in a previous post, I was off to the North Sea Island of Amrum last week, and Max went to dog holiday camp with Lucky Dog Berlin. I am very happy with his stay there. They sent me a video showing how he was out exploring, off leash, together with a handful of other dogs of all shapes and sizes, looking content. I am sure he has had loads of exercise in mostly car-free areas.

Yesterday, as I picked him up in Grunewald, he staged the usual “reunion” scene (like after his walks with Frank, and when he has been home alone for a couple of hours), just worse, of jumping, barking, howling , whining, and clinging to me, and when we started walking towards the bus stop, he kept pulling and sniffing like crazy. After a few minutes on the bus, he became anxious and unruly, much more than normally, again whining and barking and generally behaving a little like a wild horse :-). The bus was quite crowded so it took ages to get home because we had to get off the bus many times and walk and then get back on another one – two stops on the bus, five stops on foot, repeat.

As we approached home, he pulled more and more and when we got into the flat he took several wild sprints in and out of all the rooms and then did a slower round sniffing everywhere. He remained whiny and groany until I made him at least stand in his bed and started stroking, petting, massaging, and singing (yes, Max, as the only living being, likes my singing – even I myself feel like running away screaming when I sing). He eventually sat, and finally lay down, but every time he was just about to drop off to sleep, he got up again and took another sprint around the flat and then came back and clung to me, shaking, whining and groaning. This took a couple of hours till he was finally so fast asleep that I was able to get up and move around without waking him.

I was starting to worry whether eleven nights had been too long, keeping in mind that Max has only been with me for six months, but Lucky Dog Berlin has a slightly restrictive pick-up service (can only take place Monday to Thursday in Grunewald) which explains why I went to Amrum already on the Friday, although the course only started Monday morning, and I only picked Max up again yesterday (Monday) although I was back in Berlin on Saturday night – just in case anybody was wondering …..

However, after all that, this morning it seems that trust has already been reestablished and he is back to normal – and perhaps beyond?: I was up for an hour and moving around before Max woke up. This is the first time that has ever happened. He is also not reacting in any way at all to the usual sounds just outside the flat by the lift.

Today, Max is going on his usual Tuesday walk with Frank (Instinkt & Intuition – die andere Hundeschule). It will be interesting to see if Frank notices any difference in Max’s behaviour.

I would be happy to use Lucky Dog again if it were not for the pick-up arrangements, which might fit in some cases but not all. I have found another similar holiday service, Tom for Dogs, that I might try next time to see if they actually pick up and bring back from and to the home to spare us that nightmarish journey on the bus. (Much as Berlin is quite a dog friendly city – taxi drivers generally hate them and it is hard to find one that will accept a dog).

On a slightly different note, I hear from several people who know about dogs that Max’s anxiety could be a sign of thyroid problems. No blood work was ever done as far as I know, so some time in the new year, I might try to find a way to have him properly examined (our regular vet – Felmo the mobile vet that comes to our home does not do blood work). Anything to spare him all this apparent agony.

Questions, comments, suggestions? Please send me an e-mail.

Amrum 3 to 11 December – part I

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Some time in spring, before I knew of Max’s existence, I signed up for this photography course (experimental landscape photography). I had been signed up for the same course last year but it was cancelled, for obvious reasons.

For a while after I adopted Max, I was hoping to take him with me, but as time went by, I realised that that was not going to be possible. It is a nearly 12-hour journey in total, door to door, and Max’s limit at the moment on the S-Bahn or a regional train is about 50 minutes before he gets anxious, restless and unruly, for a large part due to the muzzle, I think. Having him with me and running around on those wide beaches would have been great, but getting here – a total nightmare. I then dithered between cancelling my attendance or trying to find a good dog pension for Max. I mentioned this to our trainer, Astrid, and she highly recommended Lucky Dog Berlin’s Hundeferienhof. When it turned out they could accommodate Max at quite short notice and after one getting-to-know-each-other meeting in Grunewald, I decided to strike, despite some people saying it was too early since Max has only been with me a little less than six months. Astrid said it would do him good, that he would get lots of exercise and be around balanced dogs that he can learn from.

Also, I could really do with a break. I love Max, but he is an exhausting flatmate and the last six months have been quite a rollercoaster ride. I know he is in good hands, and I was not even quite aware how tired I was till I flopped into the seat in the ICE to Hamburg, to proceed by two regional trains, a two-hour ferry ride and a short bus trip to get to Hotel Hüttmann in Norddorf. I love train travel, not to mention ferry rides, and savoured every minute of that day, alternately reading, staring out the window, and looking forward to the course. I have attended several other courses with the same teacher and thoroughly enjoyed them all.

Incidentally, I also had a recent cancer scare. Now, nobody goes through life without at least one of those. This was my third, all more than a decade apart. I can barely remember the first one, but I was quite young and I think I mostly thought “why me”? The second time I thought, well, you have been lucky before, so why not also now. But with this one, I really thought my number was up, and spent the days waiting for the result trying to decide whether to accept a gruelling treatment or just get it over and done with as quickly as possible (went for the latter).

Quite apart from the fact that, thanks to the anti-vaxxers, this is no time to be needing medical attention for anything other than Covid19. The capacity is just not there.

I spent a lot of time wondering for how long I would be able to take proper care of Max and whether he would have to go back to the nomadic existence, being shoved around between families who all sooner or later decided they did not want to keep him. Much as the thought of being spared all the indignities of old age, when I adopted Max I was vain enough to think I had till about the age of 75 (so another six years or so) before they set in for real, and that would cover his life span as well, so that we will grow decrepit and die at round about the same time. He will turn eight in the near future (although seeing him sprint, you would not know it).

It all drained me of whatever energy I had left, and that energy, for some reason, did not really come back with the message of false alarm quite recently. Why do we do this to ourselves before even knowing for certain that there is reason to worry? I recently saw a book entitled “Don`t Feed the Monkey Mind – how to stop the cycle of anxiety and worry”. Perhaps I should read it, although I should know what it says after having been through a bout of anxiety and panick attacks shortly before I moved to Berlin. Basically, it all comes down to confronting those feelings and breathing into them, examining them thoroughly. That is the short version.

Anyway, after arriving in Norddorf, I was glad to have two days to myself before meeting with the other course attendants and our teacher. The weather could have been better, but I did manage to walk a total of about 15 km each day – to make up for the relative inactivity and unhealthy eating (railway station fare) on the day of travel.

Day 1: Wittdün and surroundings

Day 2: Around the northern tip of Amrum, from Wattenmeer to the North Sea

The route of this morning’s walk on Mapmywalk.

Quite strenuous, walking in sand a lot of the way, but I saw a lot of wild geese, and three seals :-). And no people.

Day 3: Start of the course

Went out to catch some morning light before starting the course.

I did not understand today’s assignment so I just took these photos when we went out: I walked on top of the Teerdeich and got properly frozen and windblown.

The first three photos are of fellow course attendants spotted from the top of the Teerdeich. Here is the route on Mapmywalk.

Day 4

Woke up to a strong wind, poor visibility and a bit of sleet so decided against the Teerdeich and went to the Badestrand on the North Sea side for my between breakfast and start of the course walk.

Later, we went out and continued experimenting, especially with the low-light and rainy conditions :-). This is where we went.

Day 5

Woke up to rain and a forecast that said warning for gale force wind, and the hotel’s comfortable lounge and a book were calling out my name. But has anyone ever regretted getting up off their fat arse and going out, almost no matter what the weather is like? I certainly always feel a lot less sad outdoors. Also, after breakfast and the theory session, the wind had subsided somewhat and it had stopped raining. Here is the day’s route.

The first photo is the view from the balcony of my hotel room.

The scrolling is starting to annoy me, so will continue in a new post above.