Spray Sense No Bark Collar


This image was taken from Amazon.com

Product: Spray Sense No Bark Collar

Claim: Curbs excessive barking by spraying citronella on the dog when activated by the vibrations of a bark. Dogs are supposed to hate this smell and eventually realize that bark equal spray.

Where to Buy: Petco. Amazon. Pet supply sites.

Price: I paid over $60 at Petsmart but I have found it on Amazon.com for half this price.

Did it Work?: No.


I purchased this to curb Nala barking while in her crate when I was away. However, Nala does not dislike water and that in addition to her anxiety made this collar nothing more than a nice air freshener. It is, however, a very humane option over a shock collar if it works, which is exactly why I bought it.

I ended up giving it to a fiend who had a dog that was bully barking (barking at owners or other dogs for attention). She said it was pretty funny to see the dog sprayed for the first time, but eventually the dog cared more about barking than not getting a douse of orange smelling spray in the face.

Is it a Keeper?: Not for this dog.


Top Paw Chrome Pinch Training Collar


Product: Chrome Pinch Training Collar

Image taken from Petsmart Website

Claim: Training device when worn under supervision. Distributes correction pressure evenly around the pet’s neck.

Not to be used with a tie-out.

Where to Buy: Just about anywhere. I purchased at Petsmart.

Price: $18.99 at Petsmart. I did find it for about $12 at Theisens much later, however. Price varies by size.

Did it Work?: Yes.


Okay, so it looks scary. But after training classes, a harness, a choke collar, and a gentle lead, I was forced by process of elimination to give this a try. Nala was STILL pulling. This was the answer. She was immediately more relaxed on the leash and I found that although this looks a little frightening, it is more humane than having a dog choke him/herself. With this collar the dog is making the decision not to pull because pulling equals discomfort. The prongs aren’t super sharp and even when I have had to yank a little to correct Nala, I did not find any marks on her neck.

In fact, Nala has come to LOVE this collar because it means we are going for a walk or run. And, since I’ve purchased it, I’ve noticed that a LOT of dogs are wearing this collar. It’s popular for a reason.

Is it a Keeper?: I’m not sure I could live without this collar.


Five Benefits of Pet Ownership


As posted on Life With Dog Website

There are hundreds, thousands, if not millions of reasons to love your pet. In honor of reaching one million Facebook “pet fans”, Petco conducted a survey on how pets make life one million times better. Listed in order of most popular sentiment, nearly 5,000 pet parents responded by saying:

1)    He/She Loves Me No Matter What: No matter whom you are, where you’re from or what you do, a pet’s love is unconditional. According to a survey conducted by Petfinder.com, almost half of the pet owners surveyed admit they sometimes talk to their pet. And 80% of those people stated that on those occasions, the animal seemed to respond by means of sounds, facial expressions, or body language. In other words, your pet is always there when you need them to provide a comforting hug or a big, wet kiss!

2)    He/She’s My Best Friend: Pets are constant companions that make us laugh, keep us company and provide an outlet for pet parents to voice any problems without judgment. Pets can offer companionship, acceptance, feelings of safety and being needed. In fact, according to the Economist, dogs have been know as “man’s best friend” for over 20,000 years! Cats, hamsters, turtles, fish or whatever your pet preference may be, they provide a friendship all its own. Pets are loyal and offer a friendship that differs from any other.

3)    He/She Makes Me Laugh: According to an article in the New York Times, the familiar feeling of laughter triggers an increase of feel-good chemicals in the brain. No matter what kind of pet, our furry friends have quirks that provide constant comedy. Whether it’s a bird that mimics funny sayings, a cat chasing his tail, a dog in a pet fashion show, or a hamster running his ball all over the house, our pets’ curious nature keep the laughs coming.

4)    He/She’s The Perfect Stress-Reducer: Sometimes nothing beats cuddling up next to your dog or cat, or taking care of your pet to help provide a positive outlet for stress. According to the National Help Call Center, pets reduce stress, help pet parents deal with loss or grief, make depression less likely and can be especially encouraging for the elderly. Just petting a dog for 15 minutes releases the feel-good hormones serotonin, prolactin and oxytocin, and lowers the stress hormone cortisol, a University of Missouri-Columbia study says. So it’s not only your pet that finds solace in a belly rub; interacting with pets is proven to provide tranquility for you as well.

5)    He Gets Me Off The Sofa: Just like humans, pets of all ages and activity levels need regular exercise to stay healthy. It’s not a bad thing that our four-legged buddies stare at us with their pouty eyes, begging us to get off the couch and take them for a walk. Exercising with your pet can lead to a lifetime of good health and good times. According to Michigan State University, not only are dog owners more likely to take regular walks, but new research shows that people who walk their dog are more active overall than people who don’t have dogs.

How to live



This isn’t a picture of Nala. Just one that was sent to me via e-mail. It reminds me, as Nala does so often, how to live. Put your face in the wind and enjoy every moment of this wondrous life.

The Incident at Walgreens (or A Highly Embarrassing Wake-Up Call)


Walgreens - as you can see, it's a reputable place. Not somewhere one would expect to find a dog running through the isles.

I had Nala for about a month. At this point our relationship consisted of me attempting to tire her so I didn’t feel like my hair was falling out when were coexisting in our small apartment. Car rides seemed to stimulate her and make her a little tired, so I took her with me to Walgreens to fill a prescription and pick up a few essentials.  Like any normal human being, I left the window open what I thought was just enough for her to sniff the world without actually bursting into it.

These were the days when I still underestimated Nala’s abilities and intelligence.

I was inspecting a possible hairspray purchase when I heard the tinkle of a dog collar. A woman passed me and I caught her, “Is there a dog in here?” Of course I knew the answer. She was frowning, “I think so.” Please God, I thought, don’t let it be my dog. But for that too I knew the answer and as if to confirm it, around the corner into my isle came Nala. She flashed to my feet where she promptly sat and gazed up with expectant eyes, crooked ears, and an open happy mouth. She was proud. She had reached her goal.

Naturally I was not as happy, and in my shock and anger, I dropped the few items in my hands, one of which was the aluminum hairspray bottle and it landed with a ‘clang!’. Said ‘clang!’ caused Nala to do a quick about-face and run in the opposite direction. I followed as fast as possible, which, of course, wasn’t fast enough. She ran straight to the doors, they opened for her automatically and out she went. This is when I had that moment when you realize something horrible is about to happen but there is nothing you can do about it. I was about to chase my dog though the parking lot and maybe a very busy road. Maybe I was going to watch my dog get hit by a car. Maybe she would be killed. Maybe she would be horribly injured and I would have to scoop her up and rush to the vet. Maybe I wouldn’t have enough money to cover her vet bills. Maybe I would but she would be forever altered in some way like those dogs at the park hopping around on three legs or pulling themselves in wheeled carts. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was also aware of the people around me, I didn’t see their faces but I knew well the mixture of pity and disgust they were feeling. “That poor stupid woman,” they were thinking, “can’t control her dog.”


she ran to the car, sat by the door, and waited. I held my breath as I approached her, not believing I could be this lucky (all previous evidence was to the contrary). I quickly grabbed her collar. I couldn’t scold her, I didn’t want her to equate me catching her with punishment, so I put her in the car, rolled up the window, and went back inside to gather my things and apologize to everyone I could find. (Yes, I did consider driving away in shame at that point, but I still had some pills somewhere on the floor inside with my name on them, most likely next to some hairspray.)

When I returned, sweating and embarrassed, I fully expected to be met by a team of workers informing me that I was no longer welcome in the store and that they suggest I figure out how to train my dog.


it was if I had never been there, or, better yet, that Nala had never been there; patrons were shopping and clerks were working. No one even looked at me, let alone scolded me. Did they know who I was? Had they only seen the dog and not the idiot running after it?

With one eye on my fellow patrons, still not trusting that I wasn’t in some sort of trouble, I gathered my things still lying in the hairspray isle and slithered towards the checkout line.

“I am so sorry,” I said to the young girl behind the counter.

She shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.” She seemed genuinely unaffected.

“She got though my car window,” I needlessly explained.

She smiled, kind of, and nodded toward the door. “She came in once, stood there, looked around, and went back out. Then she came back.”

I was as shocked by this information and event as the clerk was placid. No one tried to stop her or catch her? No one yelled HEY THERE’S A DOG IN THE STORE! This CAN’T be a common occurrence. I mean, I’m in Walgreens almost weekly and I’ve never seen a dog.

I paid and got the hell out of there before someone came to their senses.

I white-knuckled the ride home feeling frustrated, angry, worried, embarrassed, and a lucky. After all, Nala LOVES people and I could have very easily ended up chasing her though every isle of that store, or worse, the parking lot. And of course there was the hit-by-a-car possibility. In fact, I realized, she could have exited that window and run free into the world, never to be seen by this former dog owner again.

In fact, why didn’t she do that? Why did she run into a pharmacy when there was a whole wide world out at her paws?

And that is when I realized what really happened.

Nala did not escape from the car to run a muck through a drug store because she was psycho. She didn’t want to escape at all. She wanted to be with me. She was afraid I was leaving her. She watched me go though those automatic doors and she followed me. She went inside even though it was new and a little scary, and she sniffed me out.

When we arrived home I sat in the car for a few minutes and looked at her, sitting properly and happily in the seat next to me. Okay, I thought, a stunt like that deserves a more devoted human. I vowed to do better, walk a little further, pay a little more attention, expect a little less from her and a little more from me.

Freud in the Park


We’ve all heard of Sigmund Freud. Mostly we know him through common references like “Oedipus Complex” and “Freudian Slip.” And he is parodied by media and entertainment over and over with a bad Austrian accent and a cigar, usually in a three-piece tweed suit. But he was a little more than just that. He was the founder of psychoanalysis and the reason we no longer lock up troubled folk in pits, feed them bread and water and turn hoses on them when they get rowdy.

He is also the reason I love to go to the dog park.

Saturday and Sunday mornings I have been taking Nala to a dog park. Since she loves to run and play with other dogs as much as she loves to breathe, I thought it would be a logical weekend activity. She gets to have fun and all I have to do is drink coffee and talk with other pet parents about, you guessed it, pets.  And when we get home she is exhausted and I get the entire day to relax and watch public television or bad movies. It’s a win/win.

But after our second or third trip I realized I, like Nala, couldn’t wait to go back. I wanted to call my mother and tell her about all the quirky dogs, the funny mishaps, and the tidbits of knowledge shared between humans. I couldn’t stop smiling.

This weekend, while walking around the park with the owner of a black lab that had instantly bonded with Nala (meaning that he could keep up with her ridiculously fast running speed) I said in passing, “You know, no matter what is going on in my life, I can come to the dog park and smile.”

“Yes,” the lab owner agreed. “It’s good therapy.” The simple statement stuck with me. Yes, it is good therapy. But why?

Dogs are funny, they’re generally happy and because of this we love having them around. We put up with things like poop on the carpet, chewed beyond recognition shoes, and crack of dawn walks because we love that our dogs love us back and that, let’s be honest, they’re entertaining. But there’s something even deeper about a “pack” of domesticated canines leaping and jumping around a dog park on a sunny morning. They are examples of what we all aspire to be.

Freud defined three parts of the psyche, the id, the ego, and the superego. Most people who had to sit through some version of Psych 101 in college, are familiar with this. But in case you weren’t there that day because you were hung over or perhaps you don’t recall the details, here’s the down and dirty version:

Id: The core of our impulses. Think of a child wanting a piece of candy and throwing a tantrum in order to get it. This is the id at work. It does not care about social norms; it wants what it wants.

Ego: The negotiator. The ego knows what the id wants but at the same time is aware of social norms and the demands of the conscience. It’s really just trying to make everyone happy, but this usually means that the id is not going to get what it wants.

Superego: The conscience. This little part of our brains keeps us from murdering the loudmouth at work. In general it has pretty high standards and those who don’t have it pretty much end up like Ted Bundy.

It’s a daily struggle, isn’t it. But not for a dog. A dog is a fuzzy id. Imagine that for a moment:

You want to play? Play. You want to tell someone you hate him? Do it. You want to eat something that you shouldn’t? Go ahead. Want to show someone you love him? Why not? And if any of this does not go as planned, oh well, move on. There is no ego to remind you of the social norms you have just violated. There is no conscious to haunt you with prior mistakes. Trial and error on the way to pleasure. That is all.

Of course we cannot all realistically live like this (note the Ted Bundy comment above).  But the constant battle of these three psyche-stooges can very often make us miserable. We unknowingly dwell on these balances and make ourselves unhappy. What other animal on earth is as dead set on making itself unhappy? Freud said it himself:

Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worse, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.

We are what we are, but somewhere inside we aspire to something higher, something of which we find evidence at a dog park.

Dogs only live to satisfy their desires for community and pleasure and they do not ask silly questions like, “What if that dog doesn’t like me?” “What if I get in a fight?” “What if I get hurt?” They only live. And they seem to be all the happier for it. They are ids. And if the id is considered the deepest part of the psyche, dogs are then representatives of the truest self. They are themselves. Without an ego in the way, they don’t even have the ability to pretend to be something that they are not, to want something they don’t, to enjoy something they hate.

Humans aspire to this on some level while still trying to be socially acceptable, which in turn makes it impossible. But if we can’t be it, at least we can watch it.

We can go to the dog park. Anyone who has been there knows that this is where the magic happens. It is where we can see that wonderful freedom of spirit for which we long. Evidence of this lies in the small, honest changes humans make once inside the park parameter. We no longer feel like we need to shake hands, we don’t share our names, and we don’t talk about the past or the future (unless we are talking about how often we come to the park) we just discuss what is happening, if we discuss anything at all. We pet dogs and we smile. We follow the dogs instead of them following us. We move in a pack as we follow. And when it is time to leave, we don’t say goodbye, we just call our dog and leave.

Maybe our ids are saying, “Lets be like a dog,” and the egos, this time are saying, “Okay, a little, for now.”