Well, i didnt mean for valiants training blog to be used for mavericks “eulogy” but we are having technical difficulties with my main blog and i need to say goodbye to my oldest friend
Sometimes there is a dog that has been such a huge part of your life you cant really comprehend the hole that will be felt at his loss until it is imminent. The dog that transcends different threads in your life to the point hes part of the tapestry that makes you who you are….maverick was such a dog.
Born around april 2000, he has spanned a huge part of my timeline. He gave me laughs as a puppy. I remember like it was yesterday when i came home to find my then three month old puppy had escaped his crate, climbed into the kitchen sink and opened the cabinet above it to find flour….where he proceeded to make “glue” and smear it all over his soft fur! At the time it wasnt funny, yet 15 years later, it still makes me grin! Then there was intensity for life….he never did anytbing halfway. It was all or nothing with maverick. I can still in my minds eye see a shadow of him streaking across the dog park as a puppy, and old memories of his antics at the park i used to teach my dog classes at flit across my memories. Maverick was a squirrel dog, he wanted to hunt them with such gusto, he could barely be controlled. I spent almost a year trying to use a clicker to teach him to ignore the fluffy tails but in the end, a dear friend showed me he needed a correction and at the time i was heartbroken as i had hopes of him being my purely positive crossover dog….maverick taught me to have balance in my professional training. That i sometimes needed to be balanced in my consequences, and to adjust to the needs of the dog in front of me rather then what i wanted to do with them.
For awhile maverick served as my service dog as at the time i had a condition that required his skills to help me survive life in public. He was also my demo dog for various trainer jobs and he served as a huge ambassador for my business. As he grew into an adult he continued to entertain me. He used to sit outside in my grandmas backyard where he would pretend to be a statue until someone got to a foot from him on the other side of the fence then he woukd bark and send them into the air. He got such a kick out of their response…in the end he had to be retired from service dog life as he grew reactive…and the reality was, i had healed enough i no longer needed his public assistance. I accredit much of my healing to his help.
Many of my former students remember how maverick would hang out at the sidelines of my classes. He showed them on a regular basis how even a professional dog trainers dog would sometimes “mess” with his owner. They laughed as he did crazy things that showed how smart he really was. Things like when i put him on a down stay and then walked around to talk to my students. He decided that as long as his belly remained on the floor it constituted a down stay and he crawled around to each student trying to greet everyone. Or the time i sent him to his mat and he woukd run over, grab his mat, drag it ten feet out of position, and lay down on it..determining that as long as he got on the mat, it was acceptable to add his own flair to the exercise. And always with that huge goofball grin where his tongue lolled out! Maverick forced me to break each component into its tiniest component and teach it in a very specific way. The mat exercise develooked new rules (pad must remain in place and elbows must remain on the pad) thanks to his antics!
Maverick was the first dog i have ever seen that could literally roll his eyes at someone. He regularly “laughed” at my attempts to reign in his crazy spirit. But he thought he was so hilarious i couldnt help but laugh.
Then, there was his “unique” way of seeing the world. He literally could sit in the yard and watch an airplane trail across the sky for a good half an hour. And he could alert me to an upcoming storm a long time before the storm actually came….poor maverick grew sound phobic as he grew older. He reached the point where he was happier in familiar settings where no potential ” storms, firecrackers, or gunshots coukd startle him. He taught me LOADS about compassion and how to handle these complex behavioral issues…as well as how to help suffering dogs owners go through similar experiences.
Then there was fierce loyalty and protection. He never was able to work in the capacity of a trained protection dog as his sense of humor continued to get in the way. On the schutzhund field he woukd do things like decide it was too hot on a sunny day so instead of running around the blinds, he saw them as shade and would flop down in them to cool off. Or then there was the time he decided he ONLY wanted to bite HIS sleeve. when we tried to trick him with another sleeve, he ran in and sniffed the helper, then ran over to the box where we kept the sleeves, dug around, and brought the helper the sleeve HE wanted to play with! Still…when someone walked into our condo that should not have been there, it was maverick who had him cornered and kept us safe.
Maverick had beautiful obedience in his prime. He could heel on my left, right, in between my legs, sideways and backwards. He knew commands in flemish, german and english, and he had the uncanny ability to pick up new commands faster then any other dog ive ever met…and ive known quite a few! While he tended to roll his eyes at me if he didnt want to work, he knew quite a bit. He earned his bh in schutzhund, and was only hampered from further participation because of his intense gunshot phobia. He knew a wide array of tricks including classics like play dead, and different ones like point (he would point his paw to his left) and one of my favorites was “arent you embrassed” where he would go hide his head under a pillow. He earned his beginning and intermediate trick dog titles and was prepared for his advanced but he started physically declining and ibdecided against it. In his earlier years he was active in sheepherding though we never earned a title in it…he let his sense ofnhumor get in the way again…he liked to attemot a nip at the sheep any time i asked hik to go to the left. He would glance back at me, decide if i could reach him, roll his eyes at me and sneak a nip. Again, it wasnt funny at the tike, but now, i cant help but laugh.
Mavericks life spanned a decade and a half. His coat wears a lot of tears from that time….both tears of happiness and tears of joy. He has heard thousands of my secrets and calmed a lot of fears over thst time. He saw me through some of the toughest periods of my life. He was there when a bad breakup left a huge hole in my heart, he was with me through a wide range of professional work. He sat tied to my desk or as part of my private or group lessons for many years and helped with literally hundreds of clients. He was with me when i met my husband, and has been here waiting for us as each of my three kids were born. He has tsught my kids what it means to love a dog and my middle daughter in particular looks for him every morning.
There will be lots of friends waiting for him at the bridge im sure….our old family dog tyler raised him through the first 8 years of his life and i am positive they would like to play for old times sake. I cant imagine my dear grammy wouldnt be allowed to see him, she loved him almost as much as i do. He has various dog and human friends who have passed and i know he will be happier which is the only reason i can bear to let him go.. He will be able to play with the gusto he had as a puppy. The gusto his body is no longer allowing and im sure that he misses.
With that being said, i cant believe my time with him is coming to an end. I cant even remember my life without him. He has been underfoot for as long as i can remember and i will miss him fiercely. And sooo…goodbye my old friend. You have been the best heart and soul dog a girl could wish for. Youve taught me so much about love and life, and included my kids in those lessons. I dont know that the hole you are leaving can ever be filled, but i know you will be happier so i will let you go. But you should wait for me at the bridge…some day i will come for you, and i will never forget you. I love you mavsies!