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Indie, When It Doesn't Work Out, a Journey of a Foster Dog / Feature

This is by far the hardest blog post I’ve ever had to write. That’s right… “Had to” because we can’t just blog about the wondrous world of dogs without having to also deal with the reality that sometimes, dogs don’t work out in the home they were placed in. This is the story of “Indie”, the best and worst dog we ever fostered.

I’ve started this story five different times and each time, I’ve said to myself, “Scratch that… Nope, scratch that too! What’s wrong with you, Becky? Just tell it like it is!” So here it goes… Like a river that’s just been freed up by the removal of a beaver dam…

I just have to be honest here. Some dogs just don’t work out. They are not safe in any home and, as much as we “love to love” them, love is not enough for a dog like “Indie”.  If it were, he would have never been placed in a shelter, three homes, and he would have lived to see his golden years.

How “Indie” came to us is like some of  the dogs that come here, after months of training he continued to be not a suitable companion in his hom, he was a liability.  His guardian owner just did not know what to do, he was in over his head with this dog that he loved. Because we had all worked so hard with him we made the offer to o take him on and foster him, with no promises that we can rehabilitate him. We had all invested our time and love into “Indie” and he deserved a chance so I and my wonderful crew of puppy wranglers here at Crystal Creek Farm agreed to take him on.  “Indie” had a great home and a caring owner who loved him a lot. He also  cared enough to know when to let him go (even after investing $3k into his training) and gave us the dog he loved in the hope that he could become the dog he needed to be, a safe canine companion in someone else’s home.  It was by far the most difficult decision anyone has to ever make but often, the right decisions are the most difficult. “Indie” had aggression, random acts of  biting. Sometimes it was fear, sometimes it was not, sometimes he just felt the urge.  But because of the aggression no rescue group would offer to even post him on their site due to the liability laws in the state of Washington.  What many do not realize is if your dog aggressively bites people, even if you re-home them, the liability is still yours. I think the way the state looks at it as they would selling a gun you know to be defective. The gun fires, someone gets hurt, you knew it was defective and you gave it away or sell it anyway.  You still own the liability and it’s a risk. You knowingly passed along a “danger” to others. “Indie” was a risk for us, we were like a lot of people, living in “lala land” thinking if we work with him enough he WILL get better.  The thing I love most about “Indie” is he taught us a lot. And we learned a lot about loving a dog that we knew we might very well have to let go of. It was an act of love that brought him here and it was an act of love that let him go. 

Last summer we took “Indie” into our foster dog program here at the ranch and he was nothing short of brilliant. Typical Border Collie, top of the chain when it comes to smarts. After five weeks of training, he was rock solid in his skills—sit, down, down-stay, down stay with distractions, go to your rug, come here, spin, fetch, drop, give, perfect leash manners (when he wasn’t lunging, growling and trying to snap or bite someone). One day, I took “Indie” to Home Depot for a field trip to help socialize him and work his skills with distractions. It’s also a perfect place to offer him treats from the great people who work there. He loved it!  Took each and every cookie, even rolled his soft body into a few men for pets. His eyes soft as the strokes grew in frequency, as if to say, “Wow, this is actually really nice!” But then, there was the next day. I took him to the same Home Depot and he was a mess, growling if anyone dared pass us, actually flashed his teeth as the same gentleman that just the day before, he seemed to like, the same guy who gave him a cookie and who he allowed to pet! It was as if he heard voices, one day the voice of an angel, telling him, “It’s okay ‘Indie’, these people are friends, they love you, take the treat, doesn’t that taste good? Doesn’t that feel good, good boy!” And then, the next day he heard a dark voice reciting to him, “Don’t trust anyone, sure they look nice and they offer you things that taste good but you never know! Best defense is a good offense!” I just never knew which “Indie” would show up to the party. 

“Indie” loved a lot of things–days in our park, the game of fetch–and while it took some training for us to teach him the benefit of giving back the ball, he became obsessed with the game. The ball never looked evil or stared at him.  The little green ball must have also had a voice that only “Indie” could hear and it clearly said, “It’s just you and me, pal! Heck with the wicked world around us, let’s just play!” I taught him that he had to look at me, take his eyes off the ball and look at me, before I would pick it up and throw it for him. I did this because I wanted him to know or at least think he needed me. I was not just an “auto thrower”, some machine that just repeatedly tossed his little green sphere into the universe for him. He had to do something for me and that was give me eye contact. And he would for the most part, even if it was just a nano-second flash of his soft brown eyes, but then it was back to the classic hard stare and saying, “Ball. Throw ball. Throw ball. Throw ball now. Ball. Ball. Move ball. Must chase ball. For God’s sake, Becky, just throw the ball!” I will say in the time we had “Indie”, he had a lot more great days than bad days.

Of all the people that worked with “Indie”, I have to say it was our wrangler Heath who became closest to him. Heath was his buddy. He walked “Indie” in safe areas, like the trail or down to our arena where he would play fetch with him until his body nearly gave out. To be honest, I would fantasize that “Indie” would play ball then suddenly just drop dead with a smile on his face, the ball laying right next to him. I know, I know! It sounds horrible but that thought was a diversion to my other thought… The reality of the plaguing question, How much longer can we keep him? He’s not sound, he’s a risk… He needs to be euthanized but I’m not ready to give in… And the months kept ticking by. Heath never put him in a “down stay” or let strangers pass by him in places like Home Depot or forced him to “say hi!” or take a cookie from a perfect stranger. We don’t even do that to children, yet for us, Nate and I, his trainers, his life coaches, it was a skill we needed him to not only master, but to appreciate so he would be safe in public. Heather got the easy job, just love on “Indie” until his time is up. Looking back, Heath had the harder job for sure. Everyday, I would see “Indie” and tell myself, “He’s not really your dog. He’s a ‘project dog’. 

One day Dave and I actually took “Indie” sheep herding and I had another fantasy that Mike, the sheep herding coach, would say in his strong Scottish accent, “Why, that dog is amazing! How much would you take for him? Never have I seen such a dog! I’ll make him a champion!” And of course, I would make this guy’s day because I would have said, “Mike, this is your lucky day! He’s absolutely free and he can be yours today!” But that didn’t turn out… While “Indie” was “keen” on sheep, according to Mike, he was not “able”.  At the time, Dave and I didn’t know what Mike meant. This dog was all over these sheep, like a duck to water, herding them, running them down, getting them into the round pen, as if he had been watching tapes for weeks on what to do when he got there. In my eyes, he was brilliant! While he was chasing one of the sheep, he was about a football field away from us and Mike said, “Darlin’, give your doggie a call, see if he’ll come runnin’ back to ya.” So I called out, “Indie! Good boy, come here!” And he turned off the sheep and came running back to me, his “non mother”, the one who does not and cannot love him. He had an amazing recall and I have to admit, I was all puffed up like a proud mother bear whose cub just ventured out and came back safe and sound. But there was a problem. Remember, we were told that “Indie” was “keen but not able”. Well, here is where the “able” comes into play. As I was beaming with pride, Mike said, “Well, that’s not good. A good workin’ border collie would not have come off sheep with just your callin’ him. He’s just having fun, he’s not really working…” Are you kidding me, Mike?! What kind of coach are you! Calling a border collie off a sheep, in my mind, was like calling a hungry wolf off a rabbit! My training was amazing, this dog has a recall most people would kill to have in their own dog! And you told me to call him! But at the end of the day, I knew that Mike was right. “Indie” was just having fun. Sheep, to “Indie”, were like white tennis balls with legs. It was a great game of chase but he was out of his league, not serious about it like Mike’s border collie, who seemed hypnotized by the sheep. They were her whole universe and Mike would have to physically drag her off the sheep. She was the opposite of “Indie”. She was “able” on sheep, not just “keen”.  Mike did toss me a compliment, though, saying, “Well at least you did a grand job training him! He’s a well trained boy ya got there!” And so “Indie’s” herding career ended the same day it began. But Dave and I still love that he came off the sheep and back to us, the ones who don’t want to love him. To this day, we still talk about that amazing recall, even though it led to a disappointing reaction on Mike’s part.

We reached six months and “Indie” had not improved.  His unpredictable aggression was now causing conflict with other dogs, fighting through our fences. We did every medical test we could on “Indie”, making sure there was nothing medically driving his behavior, but sadly no, his blood work came back perfect, healthy hips, great working thyroid,  even good poo! “Indie” was right in every way, except in his mind, where we had no control.  One day, I actually thought “Indie” was going to turn on Heath when when he was trying to redirect “Indie” off the fence line. “Indie’s” frustration was no longer manageable and I decided that along with the liability of re-homing a dog that has a history of biting, I would have to control his destiny. As hard as it was to make this decision, writing his previous owner was equally hard. I had to tell him I failed. We as a community of dog lovers failed. We could not rehabilitate “Indie” enough to keep him and others safe. here are the words I sent to “Indie’s” dad:

“Hi ________,

I hope all is well with you. I feel obligated to let you know that we have made the heart wrenching decision that ‘Indie’ is not a suitable dog to rehome. We’ve been working with him for months and while he’s very well trained, his aggression remains unpredictable. We’ve brought in other behaviorists and trainers to evaluate and sadly, they also thought it was best to not place him in a home where a slip in management, he would cause harm.

Because of his bite history, there was no rescue that was willing to foster him and honestly, the best place for him is here at the ranch anyway. We all adore him here but he’s proven to be a risk to our staff as well and we, as ‘Indie’s’ guardians have decided that we need to euthanize ‘Indie’ and we’ve made an appointment for Monday. We want him to go out surrounded by love and all his friends that have grown to care for him and all his quirkiness.

I hated the thought of him falling into the wrong hands and ending up in a shelter again where he would be euthanized by strangers and alone. I think it’s more fair for those who truly care for him to guard his destiny and control how he leaves this world.

So, he will eat steak this weekend and will receive lots of ball play and be at peace after Monday.

I feel like you said your “good-bye” to him already but as someone who helped give him the best life, I thought you deserved to know.

Hope you are doing well and sorry that this did not turn out the way any of us wanted it to but I’m at peace with this because I know we all tried our best. I do believe that all dogs go to heaven and I’m certain ‘Indie’ will fit right in.

Thanks for all the help you gave ‘Indie’ as well. Call me if you want.”

Becky Bishop

So, I did the deed, I loaded “Indie” into my car and drove to the vet. I sat on the floor and held him as he passed peacefully in my arms. It was as if he forgave me by giving me a peaceful passing. Of course not without growing and threatening the guest at the vet’s on our way in. I did not correct him or discourage him or tell him not to growl. I decided that on this day, short of biting someone,  “Indie” was entitled to his opinion and I would not try to change it. In the end, it was a good day.

Of course, I’m anxious to hear from “Indie’s” previous owner—what would he say? How disappointed would he be? Will he hate me? He gave me his dog in the hopes we would help him after all and now his dog was dead, gone, no home or family for “Indie”. 

You can imagine my relief when I opened this email from the one who loved “Indie” first:

“Wow. I really appreciate everything you have done. I am sorry to hear that but understand and think you all have been a blessing to the both of us as difficult as it has been. I don’t think I’ll come back and see him, as that would just reopen that wound. Thanks for everything you have done. You and your staff have been saints. I agree that it would be best if the people who love him are with him when that occurs. It’s just so damn sad to think about. Thank you for helping me through this. “

The sad truth is, sometimes it just doesn’t work out. Sometimes your dog or a foster dog simply isn’t a safe dog for any family.  Sometimes controlling their destiny, protecting them from future owners who may hit them in anger, or dump them at a shelter with a “kill order” is where dogs like “Indie” end up. But I really did love this dog. Wait? Did I just say, “I loved this dog?” Ok, I did! I do! He was the best worst dog I’ve ever taken in and despite our best effort, all of us loved this dog.  And as much as I think he tried not to love me either, his trainer,  “say hi or die!” life coach, he clearly did love me. He came to me while in full pursuit of sheep! That’s not just training, that’s a bond! And I don’t feel that I let him down, as odd as that may seem. Not all dogs journeys have to be long and are they really ever long enough anyway? Dogs have a short life and while “Indie’s” was shorter than most, he didn’t just have a good life, he had a great life! “Indie” was lucky! He spent days, weeks, and months playing in the fields, getting bathed, brushed, and loved every day of his life here at the ranch.

In the end, while it was not the outcome any of us wanted,  “Indie” was a very happy dog, even on his last day. And that can’t be said for every dog.

Letting Go / Feature

Reagan and "Tuffy", the day before he got his angel wings!

As much as we want to keep our pets with us forever, we simply cannot make it happen. The beauty of horses is they get to live much longer than dogs. Our horses are now well into their 20′s and healthy. But our show horse, “Tuffy”, the one who my daughter Carly got all her blue ribbons, all her trophies, and a lot of her self esteem and confidence, came from this wonderful horse. We actually sold “Tuffy” years ago when Carly went to college and by a stroke of luck, he came back to us from the family that purchased him from us. Seems their daughter, too, had now gone off to college and they loved “Tuffy” enough to let the people who loved him first have him back. We were thrilled to take him back. It seems that the daughter of the family that purchased him from us, “Tuffy” helped her through her parents’ divorce. And the boy, Andrew who came to ride him once a week, “Tuffy” helped him adjust to the bullying he was getting in his first year of high school. Being able to ride “Tuffy” gave Andrew a sense of control and let him know that he had something none of the other kids had—mental strength. Because getting a horse to do what you want when he outweighs you by a thousand pounds is a powerful statement to your mental strength. If the horse thinks your weak, he will not go forward. So “Tuffy” and Andrew went forward for several years and Andrew’s hard days of high school are now behind him and according to his mother, it was the access we gave to him to “Tuffy” that helped him through the rough times.
And then, of course, there’s Reagan (our granddaughter) and we were so blessed that “Tuffy” got to be the first horse she ever rode and he was, in the end, Reagan’s horse. He would trot across the pasture to meet her and her basket of carrots on the other side of the fence and take each carrot so gently. So how do you prepare a four-year-old for the lose of her pet, a dog, a horse or a cat, any pet that they’re attached to? I started months ago telling her how old “Tuffy” was and that someday, not today, but someday he would go to “Angel Mountain” and get his wings and join her dog “Rudy” and become an Angel Horse. Reagan rather liked that idea but wanted me to assure her that it was “Not today, right?” and I told her, “No, not today, but someday soon.” And that was all I said.
As the weeks drew near and we were down to our final week with “Tuffy”, I told Reagan that on Monday, he was going to Angel Mountain to get his wings. And don’t we all wish we could see this through the eyes of a four year old child? We were having one of our popular “Bark-BQ’s” with our student dog friends, which was a Sunday, so other people came over to also say good-bye to “Tuffy”. One of my clients was aware of the situation with our cherished horse and she asked Reagan “Is that your horse?” and Reagan proudly replied, “Yes, that’s ‘Tuffy’, he’s my horse and he’s going to to get his wings tomorrow! Boy, oh boy, oh boy, he is ONE lucky horse!” Everyone just laughed, and cried, and I would have never thought that our four-year-old granddaughter would some how make this easier, this “letting go” process. But she did.
Monday morning we woke up early. “Tuffy” had a bath the day before and he was brushed up and looked beautiful. Reagan was the second one in the barn, the first being our barn manager, Karen, who opens the barn in the morning. Reagan exclaimed upon seeing Karen, “Isn’t this the MOST exciting day, Karen?” and Karen said, “What’s so exciting Reagan?”, to which Reagan replied with this voice of excitement, as if she were going to Disneyland, “‘Tuffy’ is getting his wings today! He’s going to be an angel and fly in Heaven!” We all had tears in our eyes but had to hide those tears from Reagan who had the most positive outlook on the situation and honestly, to see it any other way would have been so sad. And then I thought it over and “Tuffy” really is one lucky horse! He has never had a bad day, he’s never been sold to an auction or to abusive people, he was an angel on earth and helped, not just my child, but many children along the way and he deserves to go with grace and dignity and without any suffering. Reagan is right, he is one lucky horse and we are one lucky family to have taken this journey with him and it was a gift to us that we got to be with him in the end.

Reading with Rover, D.R.E.A.M. (Dogs for Reading Assistance Education and More)

I wrote this article for a magazine recently and thought I’d share it here. For more information on Reading with Rover, please visit the website HERE.

Back in 1999 I received a phone call from MeiMei Wu, a dog loving librarian working at the King County Library in Bothell Washington. Summer was approaching and with that, as usual the kids section in the library would become a ghost town. Seems that in the summer, along with a school break kids take a break from reading as well.  MeiMei.  asked me if I would like to help her change all that. Because I’m a dog trainer and I have therapy dogs Mei Mei thought I would be a good contact to help set up reading sessions where kids read aloud to dogs. I was not so sure about this idea, “won’t the kids see right through it? It’s like we are tricking them to read? “  On the other hand I thought it would be “cute”, “sweet”, my dog would love it, but nothing that would really have any long lasting benefit to the kids. Of course this ended up that MeiMei had a great idea and boy, was I wrong.  I think not only did we change the summer reading population at the library, we may have changed the world!  Ok, maybe a stretch but I do think time will tell! Only a few weeks into the summer and several news organizations came out to film what we where doing, “Reading to a dog? Helps kids? What?” One of those news organizations was CNN, national news. Next thing we knew, we had gone what we call today, “gone viral!”  I had clients calling me from airports, seems our story was being promoted as a human interest story so it was being seen by a lot of people from all over the world.  It  was becoming obvious that because dogs are non judgmental creatures, they are the perfect reading buddy for a child with challenges. 

Reading with Rover dogs also visit hospitals, brightening up the day of someone who needs it.


The line of children at the library became so long that we actually had to make appointments for the kids to read to the dogs. My friend Dottie Snow, who also had therapy dogs and I started recruiting more teams to meet the demands that summer.

I would be lying if I did not say that my motivation in the beginning was slightly selfish, I thought from dog training business perspective  “what a great way to market what I do, get my name out there!” but that all changed when Animal Planet sent a production crew from England to Seattle to film our Reading with Rover program at Woodmoor elementary school. This was going to be part of a two hour Jane Goodall special called “When Animals Talk”   During the interviews, one of the kids, Kassidy who had leukemia since age two made this comment “I think it’s the dogs job to make you feel safe” and this comment was like an arrow that pierced through my heart because I knew what Kassidy was going through so the thought that our reading dogs could create a sense of “safe” feelings for her was remarkable. Reading with Rover is about feeding the heart and soul of not just our community of children but it’s a huge part of our lives, the handlers of the dogs as well.  That summer Kassidy died of leukemia. Her experience with our dogs changed not only my life but our mission. Today we not only help children with reading challenges but autistic children, children with cerebral palsy or other physical limitations. Any child with a special need can benefit from the experience they are having with one of our D.R.E.A.M dog teams. Not only are these dogs special, I have to say the dedicated people that hold the leash and sit back and let the magic happen are special as well.

Reading with Rover has grown from 3 reading dogs in a small library in Bothell Washington to over 120 ready teams, helping kids all over the Puget Sound. Since our segment aired on Animal Planet seven years ago I to this day get emails from all over the world, India, Germany, Australia, England, Mexico. There are now reading dog programs nation wide and also in Europe as well. Their groups have different names but it’s the same concept, dogs helping children by offering some non judgmental humane interaction.  All want to know how to set up a program like Reading with Rover in their community. Amazing isn’t it!  So are we changing the world? I think we are, one tail at a time.


Meet my new puppy!

I realize this isn’t actually a photo of me and a puppy, but this is my “human puppy” and granddaughter, Reagan, age three. The comparisons between my little human puppy and a real puppy are amazing. For your convenience, I’ve put together my Top 10 list of similarities:

  1. She’s almost house broken. If I withhold liquid after 7PM, she can make it through the entire night without an “accident.” However, if she has a bit of Root Beer (or “Beet Brr”, as she likes to call it), I can guarantee she will need a “wee wee pad”, aka “Pull Ups”.
  2. She doesn’t eat the furniture, but I have caught her chewing on inappropriate objects. For example, pencil erasers, paper clips, and pennies.
  3. She’s a bit of a “resource guarder,” as she doesn’t like to share her HPGs (Hard Plastic Guys) and/or her “Chickens”, aka “chicken nuggets.” She actually growled at me the other day. I thought about squirting her with a water bottle but we thought a timeout would be more effective. It was.
  4. She doesn’t drink out of the toilet, but I did catch her splashing in it the other day. When I found her, she exclaimed rather bluntly, “I’m playing in your toilet!” Thank heavens for liquid sanitizer, although I have caught her drinking that too.
  5. Right now, her recall (“come here” command) needs some serious work. When she’s in the yard and I call her to come, she runs the other way. Eventually, I resort to shaking a bucket full of HPGs (again, Hard Plastic Guys) and she cannot resist and comes running. Like a cookie to a puppy, positive reinforcement is often the best solution.
  6. Something she’s getting better at on every outing is resisting the need to greet strangers because, as I have explained to her, not everyone loves being greeted with sticky hands or being licked on the face. On the other hand, I don’t want to squash her friendly spirit and sociability. There’s a fine line between keeping them social and not letting her end up someone else’s little puppy.
  7. A tired three-year-old is a well-behaved three-year-old. Sure, she gets a little cranky. But that doesn’t last long and then she falls asleep, usually in the middle of chewing on something, like a “binky” (pacifier) or, as I’ve mentioned, an HPG.
  8. She loves to jump on the bed and when you say “off”, she won’t do it.
  9. She loves to play with other puppies but she’s often guilty of having “third dog syndrome,” otherwise known as the peace keeper. She doesn’t like conflict, although that doesn’t apply within the context of her toys (see #3, regarding resource guarding).
  10. Above all else, the biggest similarity I’ve found between her and a puppy is her undying love, devotion, and loyalty. She truly lives in the moment, doesn’t care about the future, and doesn’t look back. I wish that would last forever.

Reading with Rover Segment / Feature

This is from last night’s airing of Evening Magazine! Tell us what you think!

February 24, 2011 - 4:25 PM

Susan S. - We watched Evening Magazine last night and really enjoyed the piece. We love the Reading with Rover program and loved seeing Becky, Annemarie and the dogs in action. We also noticed, Heather, Nate and True as well. It’s so sweet to see the kids and dogs so relaxed and enjoying each other’s company. Even though we’ve moved on to the Jr. High, we consider ourselves a Woodmoor family and loved seeing the students, dogs and handlers in action. It’s a very special program and I’m so glad Woodmoor is lucky enough to have the Reading with Rover team. You all did a great job!

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