Sasha Weighs In

It’s been a while since Alpha Mom let me at her weekly blog. She guards it like it’s her special pet or something.

Finally though, we’ve got a topic that I might just know more about than she does. So she’s stepped aside. Thanks, Alpha Mom.

[No problem Sash; happy to. Just stay on topic please. By the way, you’re my special pet, you know.]

His name is Jackson, they tell me, and he’s 8 months old. He had a very troubling start down in Texas, but he’s a black shepherd and they’ve been looking for a black shepherd for a few years now. They found him through EchoDogs White Shepherd Rescue.

[You might offer them the website in case they are interested.]

You just did. Can I get on with it?

[Of course; my apologies]

Here he is:

Jackson looking demure. Don’t let that fool you.

We don’t know how he got from Texas to the folks at Echo Dogs, because they don’t work west of the Mississippi River, but Jackson is lucky he did. The EchoDog folks took him in, got him a great foster mom in Illinois, who took him to the Vet and got his inoculations going (plus took care of a few other things too, ouch). They even microchipped him. All for an adoption fee of just $300. Well, maybe it’s because he doesn’t exactly fit the “white shepherd” profile that the rest of us do.

[All their adoptions are $300, Sasha; of course, they accept donations too.]

Jackson is a bundle of energy. You’d think he’d settle down, now and then. But noooo; he’s a mid-sized dynamo, constantly in motion, pouncing on me, toying with me, egging me on, and drooling on me. He has no dignity whatsoever. That, the alphas tell me, is going to be my job. To bring him some dignity.

[You’ll be good at it, too, you know.]

I know. Besides, it’s the least I can do, all things considered. I’ve had a good life here and I’m getting up in years. I’ll be eleven this Sunday. December 6, 2009 I came into this world, I’m told. My memories of those early weeks are a bit hazy. I only know I came into a family that wanted me really badly (who wouldn’t; I’m really quite great) and I had lots of siblings; a beautiful mother and many, many aunts; a quite dashing father (and no uncles).

Alpha Mom likes to point out that my father always looked quite pleased with himself, but I’ve never understood what she was talking about. What I do remember is that they all looked just like I do now: billowy white and powerful, stunning really. I think the humans built a small business around me and my ilk. Yeah, the Alphas first had to buy me, then they had to microchip me and inoculate me and all those other things that I guess are pro forma now. I was a pretty expensive pup, as the story goes.

[I don’t think that’s pertinent; can you get back to Jackson, please?]

Jackson has a different story. We know little about his human family, only that they didn’t do a very good job. Jackson’s a scrawny little thing. I could sit on him easy; I could take him any time I wanted, but I find I don’t really want to. I just wish he wouldn’t drool on me.

He’s kinda nice to have around actually. Well, he makes a mess — he seems to get about as much water onto the floor as he gets down into his belly. I don’t know how he does that. Alpha mom just brought up some old rugs from the basement and we mop the splatter up every now and then all the time. Well, she mops it up.

[Actually, the floor hasn’t been so shiny in a very long time. We can thank Jackson for that.]

They aren’t letting him sleep with me yet. He has to stay in my old his crate over night and often during the day too. That’s so mom and I can get a little rest. Like now for instance. Jackson is lying in his crate, flat out; he could even be sleeping; it’s hard to tell.

Jackson in his crate
Is he sleeping or just biding his time?

I’ll admit, I enjoy the quiet too. We were outside for a while today and wow, that was exhausting.

The Alphas are teaching him to “Come.” It’s going well; he pretty much has it down. The special treats that came with him help. I think they used hot dogs when they were training me. I don’t remember; it’s been nearly eleven years. Did I tell you that already? Hard to remember any more. Plus did I tell you about the cancer they found when I had my last TPLO surgery?

[Sasha, we weren’t going to bring that up, remember? We want to celebrate Jackson now.]

Oh yeah. My mistake; just seems pertinent to me, you know. I mean, I’m the one with the cancer.

[Maybe not; they did that surgery and think they got it all; so, we really don’t know.]

Fine. I won’t talk about it. Jackson it is.

So they’re working on Come (he’s quite good at it already after just a few lessons; already good enough to let him off the lead outside; maybe Alpha mom can add a video) and Sit (smelling the goody in the Alpha’s hand helps, sneaky little thing; but in this house, Sit means “please, may I have it?”), so it’s an important one.

Wait (that’s still a hard one for me, but they seem to think it’s important; something about who gets to go first; I don’t understand why it’s not me) and Walk (that one took me a few years; can’t yet tell how long it’ll take Jackson. I’m really quite good walking on a lead now. I never pull, except when there’s something I just have to sniff. We used to go to the Farmer’s Market every week and I could visit with the other dogs and all the people who wanted to pet me. But we haven’t gone there in nearly a year. I miss it. I wonder if I’ll still remember how to walk without pulling? I wonder if we’ll ever get back into the city where all the people are?).

[Sasha, you’re digressing again. Please stay on topic. And the topic is Jackson. You were talking about his training.]

Come, Sit, Wait, and Walk. Those are the biggies. Down will come later; it means to lie down on the floor. I’m really good at doing a succession of Sit & Down, Sit & Down. Alpha Mom likes to show me off doing that. Sometimes it’s not so comfortable for me. Wish she’d stop.

[I didn’t realize that, Sash. You’re so good at it though. I don’t even need the words anymore, just the hand signals. It’s really quite impressive. But if you want me to stop, I will.]

No. It’s OK. I know it makes you happy and that’s still important to me. But it’s easier for me to do it when I’m warmed up, or the house is hot. When it’s cold, it’s harder.

[I’ll remember that. Thank you for telling me. Can we get back to Jackson now?]

Of course.

Jackson’s going to learn that the Alphas are pretty fussy about certain things: not jumping, not barking, not peeing in the house. Lot’s of NOTS, though they don’t actually use that word; they don’t even say “No” very much. They use Leave it and Off with me; or used to before I learned where I was allowed to be.

I like it most when they say OK. Then I can forget about any rules and just go romp!

[You’re forgetting Jackson, again.]

How about we show the video of us romping? From yesterday?

Yeah, lots of rules Jackson’s gonna have to get used to. I’m trying to teach him but he has a hard time sitting still long enough to listen. There’s not a “Listen” command, I guess. Listening comes naturally to us shepherds, you know; we are quite well-known for our excellent hearing. And there’s so much to hear. And smell. I can even talk, too. Did you know? Alpha Pop has identified four “voices” I have; but I really have many, many more. Yup, my senses are all intact.

[Why don’t you mention “Jeffrey?”]

It’s been interesting to watch “Jeffrey” interact with Jackson. (Well, Alpha Mom says it’s interesting; I haven’t really noticed). All I recognize is that where Jeffrey is from, somewhere in Africa, dogs don’t go inside and we certainly don’t get talked to. Alpha Mom’s been having fun poking at the “cultural differences” (she calls them).

[Nicely done, Sash.]

So, after two days with the little dynamo, we are getting a sense of how life will be for awhile. Alpha Mom will get her 10,000 steps in (plus, plus) Alpha Dad will get more too; he takes the morning walks. The kitchen floor will never again feel sticky. And I’ll have someone else to play with in the evening when the Alphas are trying to relax. The next test will be when the new baby chicks arrive. But that’s a ways from now. Spring. First we must get through winter, and before that, we must finish out Autumn.

Come on life, move it.

[Don’t you want to tell them about the joy that a puppy brings to a house, the giggles, the fun? Maybe something about being in the HERE and NOW, when you’re dealing with a puppy? Or about how a puppy brings a promise of the future? How, because of Jackson, we’ve made a commensurate commitment to staying here on the property.]

What’s commensurate mean?

[OK, Sasha. I think you’ve about covered it.]

[How about you? What’s new in your life these days?] I was going to ask them that.

NEXT WEEK: Deconstructing 2020’s Thanksgiving (unless something more pressing arises).

20 Responses

  1. Merril D Smith
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    Enjoy Jackson–you and Sasha! They look beautiful romping together. I remember when our daughter and her husband got their pit bull rescue puppy–they were so excited to see their old man dog who doesn’t like any other dogs play with her. Though she, poor thing, had to learn how to play.
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    • Janet Givens
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      Great story, Merril. That play pose is entertaining in itself, isn’t it? I love watching the randomness of their romping; we never quite know where they’ll head next.
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  2. Marian Beaman
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    An eleven-year-old and an eight-month-old. You are a big-hearted alpha Mom for sure. Nice change of pace here, and I love the video. Thanks, Janet!
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    • Janet Givens
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      Glad you liked the video, Marian. It was a challenge to add it and I reduced it’s length a few times. I’m still learning to maneuver in this new WP set up. I’m told I need to get it to YouTube, then link to that. Another day . . .
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  3. Darlene Foster
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    Jackson looks like a lot of fun and I think Sasha will have him trained very soon. Love the video of them playing.
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    • Janet Givens
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      Hi Darlene. I’m so glad you liked the video. As I mentioned to Marian, it was a challenge. I almost didn’t include it. Next I must learn to make big pictures smaller. Life seems filled with new challenges, one after the other.
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  4. Laurie Buchanan
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    Oh, how FUN! 🐾🐾

    • Janet Givens
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      I thought of you as Sasha and I put this one together, Laurie; hoping it would woo you back. Welcome. 🙂
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  5. Nancy Raskevitz
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    Great blog and pictures Sasha! Thanks for introducing Jackson to us…hope to meet him and see you and the Alphas when it is safe for us to venture down the hill and visit. Have fun with him and have a Happy Birthday this Sunday!

    • Janet Givens
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      Woof. Thanks for the birthday wishes, neighbor. I’d love to romp on up the hill, but you know I’m not allowed. Don’t want to teach Jackson any bad habits.

      Alpha mom says hello. And something about “what a year!” I don’t understand; it’s been pretty typical for me except I don’t get to go anywhere.
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  6. Terri Lyon
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    Love your furbabies. We have a pandemic puppy, too.

    • Janet Givens
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      Certainly a great way to get our mind off CoViD. Another puppy bonus. Thanks Terri
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  7. Susan Jackson
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    They have a nice yard to play in and Jackson is one lucky pup—glad Sasha is OK with him—He will be great as he has my name!!

    • Janet Givens
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      He does! I hadn’t thought. Just like we hadn’t thought in 2010, when Sasha got her name. (We toyed with naming Jackson Malia, but shot that one down quickly.
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  8. Joan Rough
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    Oh, those puppy days!!! He’ll grow up too quickly of course, and is already a beautiful boy. Pats from me, and Daisy sends sniffs! Although she is a chihuahua she things she’s ten times her size!

    • Janet Givens
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      Ah, a squeaky toy, Sasha says. 🙂

      When did you get a chihuahua? That’s new.

      I’d love a lap dog. It’s the one downside of the shepherd line. (Well, that and the shedding).
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  9. timfearnside
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    It’s great to see them playing together. No doubt Jackson will be giving Sasha a run for her money for some time. I’m sitting here with our own covid pup next to me, trying to squeeze in a little computer time. Having a pup can be pretty all consuming at times, and I find days flying by even faster than before, with less and less “production” to show for it. But yes, the “giggles and fun” are also part and parcel.

    • Janet Givens
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      All consuming, yes, that about sums it up, Tim. But there’s also a huge upside: my FitBit is very happy with me this week, even letting me know I have surpassed 8,000 steps each day for (now) six days straight. And I’m sleeping better (a result, I’m sure). Jackson is the common denominator here. I’m — err, we’re — getting two long walks a day of late and we are both happier for it. I must teach him “Wait,” soon, however. He almost jumped out of the car today when I let him ride with me to the store.
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  10. Janet Morrison
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    I love this, Janet! You’re brave to take on another large dog — but I do have a soft spot in my heart for the German Shepherd I had when growing up. Sasha and Jackson are beautiful! Good for them for adopting you and Woody!

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