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Hi everybody!

We finally fenced in our yard at the Cape. This is where,about a month ago, my dogs got into YET ANOTHER incident. A fight with the neighbor’s little Beagle (see posting “dog fight!” below).

Between that, and my being dragged down on the ground by these guys at least a half-dozen times down here by the beach, it was no longer feasible to be walking on-leash as my ONLY option.

Last week, my best girlfriend fell while walking her dog and broke her arm and got 9 stitches in her forehead. Her dog is the most well-behaved, mellow, relaxed dog I have EVER known. He is 9 years old or so. What happened was, a cat crept out from under a bush and walked right under his nose sort of “taunting” him, and he lunged. My friend was looking in the other direction, and didn’t let go of the leash until it was too late. I can’t tell you how many times this kind of thing has happened to me, and I am damn lucky that I have only had minor injuries, considering that I’m walking two 80-lb dogs, and I never let go ofthe leashes for fear of traffic or ticking off some human!! Thus, I have been dragged, on my face/stomach, several times.

Back to the fence. So, I put the dogs in the yard when we arrived here the other day, after taking a very brief 5 minute walk. They were SO relaxed, I’ve never seen them so calm here. They usually are tied up on long ropes in the yard, or have to stay indoors, or walked on leash, so all that pent-up energy had nowhere to go. Now that they can walk around in the yard, they are like different dogs.

On Friday, the satellite installation took place and we finally have high-speed internet. It took NINE hours, and we have this hideous dish in our yard, which detracts from the 1950s “beachy” feel of the place, but not so bad now that I’ve had a few days to get used to it! lol. Well, having the yard fenced in, the dogs hung out all day with the guy who was doing the install. They did not bark at him, not even once, upon his arrival. They slept all day, and that was without a walk. It wasn’t hot, so that wasn’t the reason they were so relaxed, they just were relaxed. They were able to go in and out of the house on their own, just like they do at home.

Bored out of my mind, I took them for a walk at 6 pm (the guy didn’t finish until 8 pm!). On the walk, the dogs were insane. On the next morning’s walk they were insane again. Later, I was working in the yard, and a woman walked by with a giant Schnauzer. My dogs barked ONCE. This is amazing. When they were tied up on ropes in the yard, they would go BERSERK when a dog walked by. They just let out one little “woof” apiece, walked calmly up to the fence, sniffed at the dog, followed it as far as they could from inside the fence, and then trotted back to me and laid down on the ground.

Cesar said on a recent episode (before the season ended) that it’s ok to just walk a few minutes if that’s all you can feel comfortable doing, and try to increase each day. He said if you can just walk to the next door neighbor’s driveway and back, then that’s all you can do and don’t beat yourself up for it. I really feel that I am back to basics as far as walks go. I used to be such an expert, and fearless, until I started getting into all these scrapes (mainly with other HUMANS!!!). Now, I am a nervous wreck. Then, to top it all off my friend’s incident happened, and another friend about 6 months ago fell walking her dog and broke her ankle in three places. It really makes me think how lucky I am that I haven’t been seriously hurt with these two. It’s important to also note that I suffer from a chronic fatigue and pain condition (as yet undiagnosed but I’mworking on it with the drs) and this creates challenges I never had in my life as a younger woman. I am no longer strong like I used to be, I’m very unsteady on my feet, I’m dizzy a lot of the time, andI’m always extremely exhausted, so it’s unsafe to walk two big dogs on leash most of the time. Then, I fence in the yard, and the dogs are more calm than they’ve ever been their whole lives.

On my web site, I have a whole page entitled “The Importance ofWalking Your Dog”. I totally agree with Cesar that dogs are meant to walk, and that we have to walk with them as a pack. I was doing that way before I ever heard of Cesar. My Timba and I were such a great team, we could walk without a leash. We’d walk several hours a day.When I adopted Hobie, it was for one and only one reason: Timba could no longer walk, and I needed a dog to walk with me (ok, I also fell in love with him when I saw him lol). I tell EVERYONE who has a new dog that they MUST walk the dog at least 20-60 minutes a day, if not more.But now, I’ve witnessed in my own life that all of my dog problems occur ON the walk, and that when I walk around the fenced yard with them (by the way, that’s important to mention — I walk with them inside the yard, I don’t just toss them out there alone), they seemto be SO unbelievably calm. Friday, during the satellite installation, they were so calm and relaxed, I just couldn’t believe it.

Am I crazy, ifI say that I think we are better off not walking as much right now?

I don’t know, but today, I decided I’d put the backpack on Hector before our morning walk. We had encountered three dogs during Sunday morning’s walk, and I’m just so stressed out over this. There are so many dogs here! Maybe the backpack will help to calm him down by giving him a job to do other than “protecting” us.

I didn’t put any weight in the backpack, just empty water bottles and empty grocery bags for poop-pickup. Just putting the backpack on Hector calmed him down. It was amazing. We only walked for 10 minutes because the dogs started to get excited about something I couldn’t see. Probably a wild animal in the woods, or a cat, I didn’t wait around to find out. I turned around and went home. Just as we approached our house, the lady across the street was outside with her tiny dog walking up and down the barricaded end of the road. Had Hector not been wearing the backpack, he would’ve lunged and dragged me. But instead, his leash was slack, and I just gathered it up like a purse string, did the same with Hobie, who has always been more manageable, and jogged up and into our driveway, depositing the dogs into the car with a bribe of “we’re goin’ for a RIDE!” Off we went to get coffee, pastries, dog food and stamps.

When we returned, the lady was outside walking her dog still. I made Hobie and Hector get out of the car separately and put them into the fenced-in yard. Yay!! They’re completely relaxed again today. I’m gonna keep using that backpack. Remember: it’s almost always something the human is doing (or not doing)!! It’s not the dog, it’s the human!

Here is a funny video I took one morning.

I love both of my dogs, but this essay is about Hobie.

I have discovered that poor Hobie is “unstable” as Cesar would define the dog. An unstable dog is not calm and balanced. An unbalanced dog is nervous, frightened, hyper and at times aggressive.

Hobie has a horrendous fear of fireworks and thunderstorms. Last Saturday night, the neighbors around the lake were at it again, lighting off dramatic homemade fireworks displays, complete with whirring, whistling colorful things that flew over our house and exploded into the night air. These are punctuated by “cherry-bomb” or M-80 firecrackers, the likes of which shake the entire house even though the person who exploded it was clear across the other side of the lake. The poor Canada geese squawk and fly away in terror, in the middle of the night, the poor things, and Hobie would like to join them if he could.

When the first “boom!” hit Saturday night, Hector stood up, looked out the screen door “on alert”, decided everything was fine, and laid down and went to sleep for the rest of the night. Different story with Hobie. He proceeded to claw at us, and pant so hard that I thought he would have a heart attack. He could not find a proper place to hide, trying to crawl under the desk, then deciding that wasn’t good enough, and trying to get me to go into the basement. Now, this last part is my fault. When he was a puppy, long before we had Hector, the two of us would go into the “bomb shelter” (the laundry room) and I’d sit and read a book in a lawn chair while he chilled out. I’d play music on a radio or something, and run the washing machine so he couldn’t hear the fireworks. So, I have obviously “trained” poor Hobester to seek shelter in the laundry room. Only now, 7 years later, the laundry room is gross and dirty and wet and moldy. Someone accidentally threw away the lawn chairs, so there’s nowhere to sit except if I’m lucky enough to be backlogged on laundry, in which case I can make a pile and sit on it. I decided to do just that on Saturday night. Hector laid down beside me and snoozed. Hobie paced and panted and hid behind the drying rack. It was hours later that he was finally calm enough to go to sleep, long after the neighbors had put away their toys for the evening.

During all of this, a surprising thing happened. I’ve been following the advice of Cesar Millan, who says never give your dog affection when it is upset. So, when Hobie is doing all of his neurotic behavior, I try to make him calm down by being a leader to him and not giving him affection. This means no patting or saying, “Awwww, honeeeeey, it’s OK.” stuff like that. Whereas I used to do nothing BUT affection, I have flip-flopped and rarely give my dog affection anymore, under any circumstances, until he’s had his exercise and discipline. Most of the time is spent on discipline!

That night, Gil took Hobie, practically in his arms, and patted him and loved him and told him everything would be OK. Gil’s not a fanatic follower of Cesar like I am, but he does like the guy and enjoys watching the show and read the book bla bla bla. What Gil did actually calmed Hobie down.

I was both amazed and sad all at the same time. For the first 6 years of his life, I kept Hobie from things, I didn’t socialize him, I never allowed him any freedom from having a leash attached to his body. He became a frustrated dog. But the last year and a half, since I discovered “Dog Whisperer” I have once again kept Hobie from enjoying life, but in a different way. I have been his leader, and haven’t shown him as much love as I probably should. This is by no means a reflection on Cesar Millan. I am still his biggest fan and supporter. It is my fault. As Cesar always says, the problem with dogs is always something the human is doing. The dog is just being a dog. How right he is. Once again, I have made mistakes.

So, I’m trying to get a good balance with Hobie now. I’m trying to be conscious of the fact that this dog, this wonderful dog with whom I fell in love at first sight, will not be with me forever. He is a great dog, and he deserves a balance of leadership and love, not a lifetime of saying “NO!” to him constantly. I feel like that’s all I do these days, “No, Hobie. No. NO. NO!”

I’m going to try to be a better pet parent to my dog. To both of my dogs.

Last night, I did some really stupid things on my dog walk, and got into a tussle with YET ANOTHER neighbor.

I was at the Cape this weekend, and everyone blew outta there by 3:00 Monday afternoon. The place was deserted. Around 6:30, which is really late for us, I decided to take the dogs for a walk down our dirt road with just regular buckle leashes — no choke collars (my first mistake). I always use choke collars there because I have better control and there are tons of dogs. But I figured everyone was gone and there’d be no encounters with other dogs (or cats).

There is one year-round home on the road, and they got a new dog about 6 months ago. It’s sort of like a Beagle, but single-color, sort of a golden color. Cute dog, howls like a Beagle. I sometimes let Hector walk off-leash on this road, it is totally deserted except for my house and this other one at these times when the summer crowd hasn’t arrived yet to fill the rental cottages. I always, always hook up Hector when walking past that house. I don’t want him on their lawn, and I don’t want to disturb their dog. So, I hooked the leash on Hector and we walked by. Their dog started going ballistic inside the house. A few minutes later, I looked behind me and the lady was walking with the Beagle-type dog a little bit behind us on a flexi-lead, going in the same direction as us (which happens to be further away from home).

Feeling social, I turned around and started to walk towards them (second mistake). My dogs went nuts, and I figured I’d just let Hector off-leash, and that was perfectly fine, he is such a peach, he never causes any trouble. (third mistake)

Hobie went berserk, probably jealous that Hector was loose and he wasn’t. I held his leash really tight and close to me (fourth mistake — tension on the leash) and we walked up to the lady and her dog, who was already cavorting and socializing with Hector, and they were perfectly fine. By this time we were in the lady’s yard. I forgot to mention I don’t know these people, except the husband did give my dogs water one time a couple years ago. So, Hobie started pulling REALLY hard, and without the choke he is so powerful I could barely control him. I held on, but I allowed him to “greet” the dog in the dog’s own yard (fifth mistake).

The woman was scared TO DEATH of my two big dogs. I kept saying, “They’re fine, they’re really friendly, just really strong” (as I was being dragged onto her property by Hobie). She started asking me questions rapid-fire, and I could tell she was scared witless: “Are they fixed? Because he isn’t.” she said. “There’s a leash law, you know. You’re supposed to have him on a leash.” (“Him”, being Hector who was doing NOTHING but standing there being the big
doofus that he is). I said, “I took the leash off because if I hadn’t they would’ve pulled me down on the ground, they outweigh me and they were too excited.”

“Will they gang up and attack him?!!” she cried in total fear.

I’m like, “No way! They’re really friendly! They love other dogs!”

Well, just about that time, Hobie’s leash and the lady’s stupid flexi-lead got tangled right at the collars. Hobie, who was doing his play-mount-dominance thing that he does with every new dog he meets had his head pulled right down next to the Beagles. Hobie flipped out and CHOMPED down on the Beagle’s neck from the back and wouldn’t let go. I VERY CALMLY said “He’s never done that before. What the hell are you doing?” (that last part to Hobie, not the lady).

But the woman was freaking out. She started screaming and kicking Hobie as hard as she could repeatedly. I CALMLY told her, “Their leashes are tangled. Will you hold on a minute, let’s fix the leashes.” By distracting her in this way, it stopped her from flipping out and Hobie let go of the dog’s neck, thank doG.

I dragged Hobie back out onto the dirt road. Hector then ran up and gave a resoluate “WOOF!” to the Beagle for good measure, and the lady promptly kicked Hector as hard as she could. I decided, because I was on her property I will say nothing, but she is damn lucky she didn’t get bitten acting like that. THAT is how people get bitten by dogs. She was completely hysterical, and her question: “Will they gang up on him?” her voice already shaking, and her mind already made up, and her energy, well she MADE IT HAPPEN. I was so disgusted with her, and myself. If only I had turned around before her house, as I sometimes do. Or kept going away from her house instead of attempting to socialize. And of course, being so lazy as to not use the choke collars. That was really stupid.

Then, the husband comes out of the house, apparently drunk and goes, “WHAT THE F*** IS GOING ON OUT HERE?!” “A LOOSE DOG! THERE’S A LEASH LAW YOU KNOW.” (Little do they realize that the LEASHED dog was the one who got aggressive — since there’s this very common problem called Leash Aggression in the dog world, which many people don’t realize is a very real issue with many dog owners). I kindly gave Husband Of Freaked Out Lady the same explanation about the choice of being dragged down on the ground, then I promptly put Hector’s leash on him, asked if their dog was all right (four times!!! before the woman finally looked him over and confirmed that he WAS all right), I apologized, and started walking home.

The lady asked me where I was “staying”. I said, “I’m not ‘staying’ anywhere. I live here. I’m here all the time.” (By this time I’m incredulous that these people acted like they’d never seen me before, this is my regular walking route, I go by their house twice a day when I’m in town! The husband has even given my dogs water before!) She asked me my name and the exact house I live in, which is just up at the end of the same road. I told her, and figured for SURE the
police would show up at my house just in time for dinner.

As I walked away, I heard the husband SCREAMING at her, and then they had a huge argument that I could hear clear down the street as I was walking. No police ever came to visit me last night.

I know the things I did wrong, as I pointed out above. I think I will start running with the dogs instead of walks — it will keep them more occupied so they won’t have the choice to stop
and “socialize” — if we’re running, we don’t stop. I have backpacks in the car, do you think I ever take them out and use them? Heck, no! I will start using them immediately.

At one point right after I got home, I was so discouraged I was thinking that the ONLY time I get in trouble with my dogs is when I walk them. Cesar Millan says to walk and master the walk. I’m so close, but just so far away. And then I started thinking, if the ONLY time we get in trouble is when we walk, then why keep doing it? Does that make sense, am I explaining this right? — hard to do in email. Why not just stop taking my dogs for walks, since that’s the only time we ever have problems. You know what I mean?

In the month-plus since my birthday, life has been unbelievably crazy. Crazier than I can ever remember. I live in the tiny towns of Spencer and Eastham, Massachusetts. The happenings in these two remote villages have been staggering this last month.

I posted last about the nor’easter that ruined the stairs at Nauset Light Beach. I visited Eastham that week and took photos, which I haven’t had time to post here. I went back a couple weeks later, to find, to my delight, stairs with several landings at various intervals. Not only are they easier to maneuver (particularly going UP) but will be infinitely better to navigate with two hounds, if I ever get up the courage to do so.

Tomorrow, I venture forth to Eastham again. On my way there, I will take on a new challenge. I’m going to visit my friend Sue, in Bourne, with both dogs accompanying me. She also lives across the road from a dog-friendly beach. This will be interesting! I will report back after it’s all said and done.

On to my primary residence in Spencer. Let’s see. First, there was the contaminated water. That one made national news headlines. Spencer, Massachusetts was the #2 story on The Today Show. Wow! Spencer’s town water supply became tainted with unsafe levels of lye. Lye is used in the water treatment under normal circumstances, but something malfunctioned. The result being that 100 people were burned by taking showers or washing their hands or faces, and some drank it. Thankfully, I live in such a remote part of town that we have private well water. But our office is located right on Main Street. The number of ambulances that day, you would’ve thought we were in the big city! Interestingly enough, nobody ever contacted our place of business to tell us about the water. We heard about it through the grapevine. But that’s another story, for another day. I wrote a letter to the town a few days after the water contamination, but never sent it.

Shortly thereafter, we had a (possible) murder-suicide in Spencer, and the wife who was allegedly murdered has not yet been found. They’re declaring her “missing” still, and we sure hope she is alive. We made the news again.

The third thing that happened, and we made the local papers on this one, was that the house across the street from mine got struck by lightning and burned beyond repair. Its occupant, a dear, dear friend of ours, lost just about everything he owned.

It was one of the most horrific things I’ve ever witnessed in my whole life. The storm came out of nowhere. I was downstairs at my house, doing laundry of all things. Thank goodness our friend was not home when this happened, so no one was in that building when it went up. I thought it was a tornado, it came up that fast, and the wind was howling, and then BLAM! a wicked strike of lightning! I yelled (to the dogs) “WHOA! That HIT something!” I ran outside in the middle of the storm because I was sure it had hit my house. I smelled burning plastic (which I would later find out was the cable TV wire from the pole to my house). I walked around outside and inside my house, crawling under the deck in the back, trying to see if and where it hit. All the other neighbors were doing the same. Because the strike hit the back of Mike’s house, we didn’t see it. We all went back inside, and about 10 minutes later, I see Steve — he’s running. Steve doesn’t run, so I knew something was wrong. I hollered out my door, “Steve! What’s the matter?”

“Mike’s house is on fire!”

I asked him if he called 9-1-1, he had. And then, for good measure, I called myself.

The fire was really nothing at that point. We could hear the trucks coming, a crowd had gathered, and we were saying to each other, “It’s gonna be OK. It’s nothing.” Then, within ONE second, BLAM! something caught and the thing erupted into an inferno. The kitchen went up in one second flat. The huge picture windows in the room that got hit by lightning blew right out of the building.

We were so scared, and there was nothing we could do but stand there and watch, my hands “Home Alone” style. Turns out the trucks (7 of them) came from three towns other than Spencer. There was talk afterwards that some got mis-directed and went up the wrong dirt road, there are so many on the lake.

Even though I didn’t live in that house, we spent a lot of time there, and the fact that “but for the grace of God” Mike wasn’t home that afternoon, and it didn’t hit my house, well, it is just too scary for words. I cried on and off for two days. It was just awful. It was one of the most frightening things I’ve ever witnessed in my life.

A chapter ended, and lots of memories, both good and bad, for all of us.

I’m hoping Spencer stays out of the news for a while.

Today is my 47th birthday. It’s the first time, ever, that this day doesn’t feel like my birthday, and I keep forgetting that it is my birthday. I have always put great stock in birthdays, particularly my own. As the baby of the family, and the only girl, and born on my father’s birthday and on his aunt Annie’s birthday, it was such an important day in my life. I was fortunate to always have my birthday during school vacation week here in Massachusetts, and got quite accustomed to having that day “off” from obligations such as school, work, etc. In my adult years, I started taking that day off as my own personal holiday from work, and eventually took the entire week off as a present to myself. This year is different. I used up my April vacation in the unpleasant city of Las Vegas, and have to work today, a Saturday no less! All because I want to es-Cape to Cape Cod tomorrow in a mini-celebration-vacation. It’s the best I can do.

This photo was taken in 2005 during/after a late-October storm that brought the ocean swirling to the bottom of the steps. I remember The Weather Channel being parked in the parking lot, and my friend Craig calling me to tell me. I turned on the TV, back in Spencer, to discover one of the Weather Channel dudes standing on “my” steps, reporting about the storm! Here’s the photo:

The next photo is one taken this week, which I found on the Cape Cod Times web site. It’s an aerial view of the steps in the midst of being destroyed. The waves, gigantic. I have never seen them so high. Not a great picture, due to the size. It looks better on the Cape Cod Times web site. Here it is, anyhow:

Finally, here is another photo from the Cape Cod Times, showing some folks having a “Disappointing Day At the Beach” this past Thursday. As you can see, the boardwalk is cordoned-off by a barrier so as to prevent people from going down the now non-existent steps. The waves, as recently as Thursday, still pummeling all the way up to the dune. Other parts of the Cape, most notably Chatham’s “North Beach” have been changed forever. Parts once reachable by car as recently as a week ago, are now an island reachable only by boat. Here are the disappointed folk:

Yesterday, I finally broke down and started deleting some of the Season 2 episodes of Dog Whisperer from my very-full DVR. The DVR has been acting up, unable to function at times, because of so many Dog Whisperer episodes being saved onto it. During this process, a very interesting thing happened. I became inspired all-over-again by Cesar’s true gift. He trains people, oh yes, he does.

I had recorded episodes all the way back to March, 2006 on the DVR. I started watching the segments that pertained to me, saving the ones that really pertained to me, and deleting whole episodes if nothing in any of the two-or-three segments related to my situation.

To reiterate: I have been immobilized by fear and unable to walk my dogs on longer walks because they have pulled me down on the ground in pursuit of cats or other dogs. I have been injured physically, and even got into some scuffles with humans during these incidents. The dogs even killed a cat (by accident) exactly a year ago this week.

A wonderful thing happened yesterday. I started taking snippets of information away from the various episodes I watched, committed them to memory, and took the dogs for a walk around the block.

In the “Bearz” episode, I heard Cesar say that you should go down the stairs slowly. I captured that in my brain for future use.

On to “Greta and Hoss” — claiming the door. Well, I’ve pretty much mastered that, but there was information that I needed to hear again, and it helped.

The “Eppie” episode (eppie-sode!) reminded me of the fact that I have to keep my eyes forward, and that the dog has to pay attention to me, not the other way around. That I can feel what the dog is doing without looking at him.

My very favorite episode has always been “Major Jones.” I cry every time I watch it, so inspired and in awe of what Major Jones and his owner accomplish in such a short time. I got the most out of that one yesterday, because Cesar said that if there’s a trouble spot, you need to work in that area over and over and over again until it becomes second nature. In the case of Major Jones, it was going in and out of the gate calmly. In my case, it’s passing the next-door neighbor’s house, where the cat was killed last year, and two more houses on our regular walking route where cats congregate. I realized I can just keep walking, back and forth, back and forth, in the cat areas until the dogs become so acclimated to gentle, calm walking that they will no longer become excited and get into “chase” mode.

I took the dogs for a walk yesterday, after watching all of these segments of Dog Whisperer. I looked straight ahead, and didn’t “scope out” looking for cats. I stayed completely calm, shoulders down, head forward and up. I didn’t allow Hector to “scope out” for cats, either.

Hobie always walks with a slack leash, but Hector likes to pull in front and scope out the situation, in his hound-dog way. I know I have to use the backpack with him. Yesterday, I kept thinking a thought over and over in my mind, silently: “Slack leash, Hector.” Within minutes, Hector was walking “in the zone”, head low, as relaxed as Hobie, with a slack leash. I had spent a lot of time with Hobie during the year before we adopted Hector, and Hobie has always been very obedient on-leash, except when he’s competing for a cat or strange dog’s attention.

After our walk, we went for a very long drive. When we returned, the next-door neighbor’s cats were in the yard. Same exact situation as last year. Hobie saw the cats as we drove by, and he perked up. Not wanting a repeat (and anyway he wouldn’t be off-leash) but not wanting excitement, I gave Hobie a bite and a stern “Hey!” as we drove by. (I imitate Cesar’s “Hey!” that he uses on the show.) I made sure my energy was right before getting out of the car. I calmly put the leash on Hobie. I got out of the car first. I left Hector in the car, and put Hobie in the yard, safely away from the kitties. Then, I let Hector out of the car, on-leash. A far cry from last year’s incident, when I thought they’d follow me (the non-pack-leader!) into the house, loose, and instead they ran next-door and chomped down on the cat critically injuring it so it had to be operated on and eventually euthanized, at great financial and emotional cost to me.

This morning, I woke up and the old dread came up again when I thought of taking the dogs for a walk. But I said, no, I’m going to beat this thing. I started thinking about the things I heard Cesar say on the show. Things like, “If you only go one step, that is an accomplishment.” For so long, I had been setting my sights on a one-hour walk (like we used to take). But thanks to Cesar, I realized I don’t have to do that. If I walk only five minutes, that is an accomplishment. And, it’s up to me to decide. I don’t have to feel bad for the dogs because they’re not getting an hour-long walk. That is attaching human emotions to the dogs. If I decide the walk ends after 12 minutes, then the walk ends. We live in the moment, and maybe we’ll do a second walk later.

As it turns out, we took a 45-minute walk this morning. We even encountered a running cat, and I was able to turn the dogs around and go in the other direction, then walk past the cat’s house a few minutes later with both dogs “in the zone”, heads low, leashes slack.

And me, completely in charge.

Check your local listings Friday, March 30th, when Dog Whisperer, Cesar Millan makes a guest appearance on CBS’s “Ghost Whisperer” starring Jennifer Love Hewitt. The show airs at 8:00 p.m. Eastern.

Since “Dog Whisperer” usually airs the same night, at the same time, 8:00 p.m. Eastern time, on the National Geographic Channel, the National Geographic people have graciously decided to run Dog Whisperer at 9:00 p.m. that night.

For information on March 30th episode of “Ghost Whisperer”, follow this link. There’s also a video preview.

http://www.cbs.com/primetime/ghost_whisperer/

Hail Cesar!!!!

Wish I’d been able to login here before midnight last night and do this post, but alas, I was at my brother Frank’s retirement party and so this post will have to contain today’s date instead.

The reason I’m concerned? Yesterday, March 9, 2007 was “Frank Mueller Day” in the tiny town of Northborough, Massachusetts.

Above, here, is my brother, Frank, our cousin LouAnn, and me (I’m the baby). Frank, 14 years old when I was born, is not only my brother, but also my godfather. LouAnn, my godmother. This photo was taken in 1960, the year that Mook (see previous post) gave birth to me.

Frank retired from the Northborough Police Department in December, 2006. The party honoring his career was last night, and it was one of the best events I’ve ever attended. Very well done. A lot of laughter, and a brief shedding of tears.

Frank was given a number of awards, by the town, surrounding towns, fire departments, and even the State of Massachusetts.

My brother is the true definition of “hero.” Having self-enlisted in the US Army in the mid-1960s, Frank served in Vietnam on a one-year tour of duty as an MP. Tales of his experience there were never-before-heard until last night. I remember vividly his homecoming from Vietnam, myself having been pulled out of my second-grade classroom to drive to Logan Airport with my folks. My teacher, Mrs. Sullivan, tearful herself, practically jumping up and down at the news of his return home. After that, Frank worked 7 years as a New Jersey State trooper — a job he qualified for after being accepted into the police academy literally two days after he stepped off the airplane from Vietnam in 1968. He began his career as a trooper with only a few weeks of training, a reportedly unprecedented career move. To his 30 years of service with Northborough, a job he also secured in only a couple of days, and which he accepted in favor of the Southborough Police Department’s offer, which came on the same day, only minutes after he’d already accepted the job with Northborough.

Early in his career in “Jersey”, as a very young man, Frank was one of hundreds of officers who participated in taking back control of Rahway State Prison from the inmates who had rioted and took over the facility.

Frank was responsible for a number of interesting well-known arrests in the Worcester County (Massachusetts) area, including the infamous “Honeymoon Bandit” — a man who would “crash” weddings throughout Worcester county and make off with baskets of gift envelopes. Frank was the officer who nabbed the guy, making front-page news headlines for the arrest.

Frank also saved a man from a burning car, twice. The man was so drunk, he crawled back inside the car after Frank dragged him out! Frank was given a medal of honor for saving the man’s life.

The stories of Frank’s heroism and dedication to “the department” are numerous and inspirational. I am honored to be related to this man, and thrilled to have been part of the celebration of his career.

In his personal life, Frank won several body-building titles in the 1980s and 1990s, rivaling the likes of “Arnold” and others. Frank’s four children, (my nieces and nephew) pictured here, are beautiful and a source of pride in and of themselves.

On to bigger and better things — what will it be next? One can only imagine, and dream.

• The tumble dryer
• Refrigerator/freezers for home use
• Hairdryers
• Television
• Color Television
• Video-tape recorder
• Digital video recorder
• The Walkman
• Portable cassette player/recorder
• Cathode-ray tube
• Computers
• MS-DOS
• Electric typewriters
• Liquid Paper (aka “White Out”)
• Cordless telephone
• Mobile telephones (1947!!)
• Push-button telephone
• The modem
• The microchip
• Remote control devices
• Commercial (passenger) airplanes
• Jet engine
• Liquid-fueled rockets
• The helicopter
• Radar
• Doppler Radar
• Hi-fi/stereo sound equipment
• The jukebox
• The dynamic loudspeaker
• The car radio
• Frequency modulation (FM radio)
• The transistor
• Stereo recordings
• The drive-in movie theater
• 3-D movies
• Polariod photography
• The photocopier
• Adhesive tape
• The Band-Aid
• Bubble gum
• Pez candy
• Barbie dolls
• Cabbage Patch kids
• The ball-point pen
• The aqualung scuba-diving tank
• The lie-detector
• Insulin
• Penicillin
• Tetracycline
• Oral contraceptives
• Traffic signals
• Frozen food
• Cake mix
• McDonald’s
• Spiral-bound notebooks
• Nylon
• Teflon
• Neoprene
• Velcro
• Contact lenses
• Aerosol spray cans
• Canned beer
• Credit cards
• ATM machines
• Post-It notes
• The Segway human transporter