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(UPDATED 11/19/10: Dogs Decoded is available on Netflix Streaming. Watch it here. You need to have a Netflix account. Thank you Nick Boosk for this info.)

(UPATED 11/17/10: Unfortunately this video is not longer available for viewing at the NOVA site.)

Well I did. And, I was so bummed. Then yesterday Mary Haight of Dancing Dog Blog sent the URL to me in a comment to my post Is ‘Pack’ a Four-Letter Word? (Thank you, Mary!) She had received it from Mary Slade Doane of Mary’s Dogs Blog. The two Mary’s write awesome blogs. If you’re not familiar with them, be sure to check them out.

Below is the link to NOVA’s Dogs Decoded. Just click on the image. Then, click on the same image again at the NOVA site to start the video.

I’m very curious to hear what you think about it so I’m not going to write a full blown review. I will say though some of the researchers interviewed for the video make thought provoking remarks such as: Without dog domestication, civilization just would not be possible.

The myth that dogs are wolves is debunked. There’s some research mentioned that was new to me, for example dogs focus on the right half of the human face presumably to read emotion which, according to other research, is in fact the more emotionally expressive side of the face.

Then there are the ‘pointing experiments’ that suggest dogs, more than chimpanzees or wolves, understand human gestures such as a person pointing to a container that covers a bit of food. This very research, interestingly, was challenged by studies recently conducted at the University of Florida. Patricia McConnell does a nice job of summarizing the Florida findings, which were presented at APDT last month, in this post, Canine Cognition and Pointing Gestures: An Update.

Enjoy!

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Let’s begin with a little thought experiment. I’ll say a phrase and you pay attention to the images, thoughts, and feelings that occur to you. Don’t force, direct, or censor your thoughts. Just let what comes, come. By just allowing things to surface in our minds without interfering we can tap into societal messages that we have absorbed even if consciously we don’t agree with them. Okay, here we go. Repeat these words slowly to yourself: Pack of dogs………..

I tried this exercise with Ira and myself.

I immediately saw three dogs tearing a dead deer apart. They were growling at each other to protect their share. I recoiled at the image. Ira said, “Wolves come to mind. They’re chasing after something. Another animal. Maybe people. Fear. Menace. Danger.”

Just so you know, I didn’t share my thoughts with Ira. He read them for the first time when he previewed this post.

My awesome physical therapist (She’s keeping my right shoulder out from under the surgeon’s knife.) said this when I causally mentioned I was writing a blog post about the use of the word “pack” in reference to dogs: “Pack. It’s like the dogs are fighting with each other. They’re dangerous. And then I think, if that’s how someone sees dogs, how will that affect how they behave towards them?” Like I said, she’s awesome.

Ever since I read my pal, Edie Jarolim’s, postQuick fixes & cover judging,” in which she pondered a positive celebrity trainer’s use of the term “pack,” I couldn’t unpack pack from my brain. It just kept prowling around in there.

Questions doggedly nipped at my thoughts: “What associations and connotations does the word pack evoke? Do they matter? If so, how?”

Thus, came my little thought experiment.

As for the results? I think they’re telling, despite my having an “n” of 3 only. Unless Ira, my PT, and I are living under a rock, we are not alone in our not-so-benign associations with pack as it applies to dogs.

Some of my favorite bloggers, trainers, and scholars use the term pack. But, honestly, I wish they didn’t. The term has been around for so long and it’s use so second nature that I think many of us use pack without considering how it might land in the minds of others, like a stone tossed into a pond, causing ripples of unintended mental connections such as those Ira, my PT, and I made.

Furthermore the word pack does not exist in isolation. It has siblings—namely “wolf”, “alpha” and “dominance.” Ira specifically made the wolf connection. I didn’t explicitly mention “alpha” or “dominance,” but both were implied in my image of the pack of dogs claiming and protecting their share of venison.

Pack, wolf, alpha and dominance are like interwoven threads in a medieval tapestry (pardon my metaphor mixing) depicting a familiar notorious narrative that goes something like this: Dogs are wolves. They live in packs. They naturally seek dominance over other pack members in order to attain and retain the coveted alpha, top-dog position. From a dog’s point of view, the people they live with are members of their pack who they also will try to dominate given half a chance because that is their nature. Training your dog entails making sure your dog sees you as the alpha-wolf. You should not hesitate to meet challenges to your supremacy with force.

Unlike the static, one-of-a-kind tapestries hanging on the walls of castles scattered throughout Europe, our needlework has special properties. It’s more Hogwarts than Versailles. It’s alive. It’s a self-replicating myth. All we have to do is mention, or merely allude to, just one of the threads in the needlework narrative, pack for example—and “POOF”! Magically the storyline of wolf-cum-dog leaps to life on the walls in the halls of people’s minds, whispering its twisted tale over and over again. It’s a story that, need I say, is retold like a favorite fairy tale to children at bedtime, week in and week out, ad nauseum, on TV by you-know-who and by his groupies and wannabes in cyberspace, and by misguided dog trainers around the country. A story repeated often enough, even if it’s made up, takes on the tenor of truth through repetition.

So what?

First, as I’ve said, the yarn that dogs are wolves on its face isn’t fact. “Dogs have an obligatory symbiotic relationship with humans,” according to Ray and Lorna Coppinger. Wolves don’t, and no amount of human handling of wolf pups will create adults that produce tame offspring. Wolves are wild. Dogs are tame and trainable. Dogs are not wolves.

Furthermore, wolves don’t live in packs—a term originally used to refer to captive, unrelated wolves who were forced to live together, and thought to compete aggressively with each other for dominance and alpha leadership of the pack. Wolf researcher, David Mech, the originator of the term “alpha,” rues the day he coined the word. Wolves living naturally in the wild live together mostly in nuclear family groups typically consisting of a breeding pair and offspring. So even if you want to stick with the dogs-are-wolves canard, technically you still gotta give up “pack.” “Family” would be more accurate.

Second, we are likely to perceive our dogs as adversaries with whom we’re locked in a power struggle for the coveted role of the alpha when we peer at them through the distorted lens of our tall tale. Give our dogs a piece of kibble and they’ll take the whole bag. Not only does this view rationalize inflicting pain and instilling fear in our dogs in the name of gaining dominance over them, it’s reductionistic. Fido is reactive towards other dogs? You’re not alpha enough. Spot poops on your bed when left in the house for hours on end? He’s dominating you, and, well, you’re not alpha enough. (Do You Suffer from Alpha Anxiety?)

Our relationships with our dogs are multi-faceted and complex. How much sense would it make to reduce every difficulty you encountered with your young child to your not being dominant enough? Not much. In fact, you might be thinking that your authoritarianism is a big part of the problem. That doesn’t mean you let your child run wild. Establishing rules, boundaries, and limits, being consistent, feeling empathy, and expressing understanding are integral to being a good parent. It’s not so different with our dogs.

Third, pack activates notions of dogs as dangerous. Ira, my PT, and I all came up with ominous images of threatening dogs in response to thinking about “pack of dogs.” Dogs are suffering enough as it is because so many people are so ignorant of normal dog behavior that a dog who offers an appropriate warning growl when provoked beyond measure is labeled “aggressive.” That’s potentially the mark of death. I’m not suggesting that if “pack” was expunged from any and all references to dogs that that would in and of itself eliminate such overreactions. But, I do think we can all do our part to not activate the dogs-are-wolves storyline that predisposes people to see menace where it isn’t.

Last night I eagerly dove into the new November/December 2010 issue of The Bark where I found a review of a book entitled A Pack of Dogs. It’s an anthology of essays about dogs by famous writers including Virginia Woolf and F. Scott Fitzgerald. It sounds like a good read. Publishers decide on book titles banking on their marketing cache. Apparently the folks at Merrell Publishers think “pack” in the title sells books about dogs. Unfortunately, they’re probably right. Just hop on over to Amazon.com and search “pack dogs.” Still, I wonder. How would the book have sold if it were titled A Family of Dogs?

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Merle of Merle’s Door: Lessons from a Freethinking Dog left some big paws to fill in Ted Kerasote‘s life after he, Merle, died. Pukka, to hear him tell it, is living up to the challenge, and his name helps. Pukka is Hindi for “genuine” or “first class.”

Kerasote writes the story of Pukka: The Pup after Merle in Pukka’s voice. I’m not a fan of dog stories written in the first person-dog. I generally find the conceit finger-nails-scraping-across-a-chalk-board annoying. I braced myself as I cracked the book open. Once I started reading, though, I didn’t want the book to end. Pukka pulled me right in and left me wanting to know, “What happened next?” I think the reason first-person dog voice worked for me in this book is that it didn’t strike me as being just a literary device, rather it gave this reader insight into Ted’s empathy for Pukka. I liked that.

You don’t need to have read Merle’s Door. Pukka stands on its own. Still for those who have read Merle’s Door, Ted includes a nice transition by providing just enough backstory. He, ah, Pukka, tells us how Ted discovered his mom, Abby, while on a book tour in Minnestoa, and how a year later he returned to the breeder to select Pukka from Abby’s litter.

Pukka is a children’s book with over 200 glorious photographs of Pukka learning the ropes and snuggling up with Ted. But, it’s also a dog-lover’s tale no matter what your age. With the exception of Ted bringing Pukka home at the age of seven weeks, which seems early to me, I found much to admire in their budding relationship. (I would have loved to have asked Ted about the seven weeks when he was in Boulder for a book signing last Monday, November 1. But, I was unfortunately out of town.)

The inside flap describes the book as a “love story”–it is. It also says “Pukka does pictorially what Merle did in words–show how dogs thrive when treated as partners…” It does.

Building a relationship with our dogs as the intelligent, feeling, thinking awesome beings that they are is at the heart of progressive dog training today. Indeed, training our dogs from a relational point of view is about helping our dogs to develop the physical and mental skills they will need to be safe, feel safe and confident, and to, as freely as possible, enjoy their lives with us. And, it’s about us learning to listen to our dogs. Ted does this and more.

From the beginning he socializes the Pukka to lots of adults, children, dogs, and other animals, while gradually introducing him to the outdoor adventures they will share in their rural Wyoming home.

The cliche is true. A picture does speak a thousand words. I luxuriated in pictures of Pukka saying good-bye to his mom, playing with his reflection in the mirror at the motel they stayed in on their trip from Minnesota to Wyoming, Pukka’s first snow (cold!), watching a herd of elk as Ted held Pukka in his arms, learning manners at Ted’s house, near daily visits to the local post office (where Pukka took center stage), Pukka curled up politely at Ted’s feet in the internet cafe (boring!), playing with school children, learning to love water which did not come easily since Pukka accidently fell into icy water flowing through a farmers ditch, sweetly Pukka cuddling up with Ted under the tarp on their first camping trip, and Pukka’s first encounter with the ocean on a side trip during a book signing in Seattle—I could go on. But you get the idea. And, many of these photos are taken against the exquisite backdrop of snow capped mountains in Wyoming.

Pukka was less than a year old at the end of the book. I hope we hear more from Ted about life with Pukka (and from Pukka about life with Ted) sooner rather than later.


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