A New Twist On The Term Dog Act

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Well-socialised Staffie out for his daily walk. Photo BW

“Starting on Monday,” our Staffie said, “you need to take me for a 30-minute walk, twice a day.” He confessed to sneaking a peek at an article in The Guardian about a new law in Germany, known for our purposes, as the Dog Act.

The Guardian reported that Germany’s agriculture minister, Julia Klöckner, is introducing the new law, based on evidence that many of the nation’s 9.4 million dogs are not getting the exercise or stimuli they need. Under the new regulations in the Hundeverordnung, or Dogs Act, owners will be required to take their dogs out twice a day (one hour in total), seven days a week.

Klöckner said scientific findings showed that dogs need a “sufficient measure of activity and contact with environmental stimuli”, including other animals, nature and people.

The new rules, starting in 2021, will complicate the lives of German dog owners who go out to work. The tethering of dogs for long periods will be banned, as will leaving your dogs alone at home all day.

When I read this report out loud, She Who Edits promptly got the giggles (probably because of my faux German accent). I was more amused by the association with the Australian term, ‘dog act’. For the benefit of our international readers, if two blokes are fighting and one puts in the boot while his opponent is on the ground, that’s a ‘dog act’. Same goes for pushing an old lady over and stealing her purse – ‘dog act’, or throwing the footie at an opponent’s head.

But this new German law is no laughing matter; it will put working dog owners in a bind. I foresee a steep increase in employment for dog-walkers and a variety of household objects chewed to shreds in the owners’ absence.

In Australia, regulations concerning companion pets are left up to individual States and Territories. The RSPCA has a very clear code of conduct and anyone transgressing runs the risk of being investigated, and in dire cases, prosecuted.

There are signs that governments are aware of a worrying statistic that 41% of people don’t regularly walk their dogs. I’ll go into the origins of that number later. Meanwhile, the Australian Capital Territory has passed a new law in which dog owners could be fined $4,000 if their dog has been cooped up all day without exercise.

In a first for this country, the new Bill recognises dogs as:

sentient beings who have the ability to feel their environment and experience sensations such as pain, suffering or pleasure.

That’s a new twist on the Federal Government’s definition of an animal as an ‘object’.

The Pet Industry Association says that 38% of Australians own one or more of the 4.8 million dogs in Australia – that’s 1.9 each, so there are a lot of two-dog households. The RSPCA also estimates that the average dog costs roughly $13,000 over the course of its lifetime. The annual bill (about $1,400) explains in part why so many dogs are abandoned or given to refuges. Which is as good a place as any to let you reflect on the fact that 200,000 dogs and cats are euthanased in pounds and shelters each year for lack of a good home (www.peta.org).

 The COVID-19 pet fad

There was a nation-wide increase in animal adoption from shelters and refuges during the COVID-19 pandemic. Canadian academic L.F (Lisa) Carver, writing in The Conversation, said the worldwide upsurge in adoptions and fostering would at best lead to better physical and mental health among new owners.

Although many people did this for the animals, they, perhaps unwittingly, set themselves up for better mental health during the pandemic.”

Dr Carver says having a pet may help their owners maintain health-protective behaviour including bending, reaching and using both arms to provide food, water, and grooming.

These basic activities involved in animal care actually provide exercise, which is very important for people who spend the day in a stationary position.” 

There are tough laws governing cruelty and neglect and a cornucopia of bureaucratic hurdles to navigate (registration, tagging, vaccinations), before your new pooch can be taken home.

Australian authorities are fairly relaxed about dog owners, although you risk a fine if a dog is (a) off lead in a public place (b) wandering unaccompanied (c) not wearing a (current) registration tag or (d) barking incessantly while the owner is away from the house.

An entertaining blog produced by Scratch, a major pet food company, published the results of Australia’s biggest survey of dog owners. Scratch surveyed more than 20,000 owners to come up with novel findings about dog/owner behaviour including:

  • 74% of participants allow their dog on the bed; (additional research by FOMM suggests that some allow the dog in the bed);
  • 64% would use leaves or straw to remove a dog poo (if they forgot to take a plastic bag while out walking). The others (about 9,200 owners) would just skulk off;
  • 66% of participants said they spend six or more hours a day with their dog;
  • 28% said 3 to 6 hours, which is not so good;
  • 91% support mandatory education for first-time dog owners;
  • 65% of owners had just one dog – 28% had 2 with 7% three or more.

A third of dog owners are just plain slack

I was a bit disappointed this survey did not try to establish how often dog owners take their pets for a walk.

For that reason, I refer to this US study in Psychology Today that (drawing a longish bow), worked out that 41% of dog owners do not regularly walk their dogs.

Author Dr Stanley Coren’s study of surveys on this subject found that 57% of dog-walking owners admit to skipping walks each week. Reasons included unsatisfactory weather (56%), work pressures (32%) difficulties dealing with the dog (31%), or family responsibilities (24%). A worrying 32% admitted to cancelling a walk on a given day out of laziness or fatigue.

On the plus side, Dr Coren concluded that owners who did walk their dogs always went the extra mile.

One of the larger studies found that the average pet dog is taken on a walk around nine times a week, with the walk lasting around 34 minutes on each occasion and covering almost two miles.” 

So, as Germany prepares to usher in its tough new law, do Australians need someone to force them to walk their dogs?

If and when we return to some form of normalcy and people return to the ritual of commuting to work in an office, those pampered pets who cannot distinguish lockdown from normalcy may well fret.

Whatever the post-covid world looks like, try to maintain your dog-walking regime; the dog and your blood pressure will benefit.

Or, if you want to help stimulate the economy, there are always people offering to walk dogs for, on average, about $21 an hour.

As for the Staffie (who misrepresented me, as he does get a walk every day), I say this:

“Noch ist keine Zeit für einen Spaziergang

Loosely translated this means: “We will decide who goes for a walk (and when), and the circumstances in which we walk. ”

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A doggy tale in the time of covid-19

By Guest FOMMer Laurel Wilson

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Rex and assorted Canadian children

As anyone who knows me would realise, I love dogs and have had various four-legged companions ever since I can remember. ‘Foxie’ was the first one − a small, non-descript, furry golden mutt, who apparently decided our place was an improvement on her previous abode.

Then came ‘Rex the wonder dog’ (or at least, that’s what I called him), also a mutt, but who looked quite a bit like a Border Collie. As is the case with most dogs surrounded by small children, he was the soul of patience and accepted with good grace my various attempts to dress him up or get him to do tricks. He had an endless capacity for ‘shake a paw’.

 

Then came a hiatus of quite a few years, involving moving to Australia, going to high school and later university, when I was either not living at home or too broke to contemplate acquiring a dog of my own. (There was a brief interlude with a cat called Pith, but it just wasn’t the same…)

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Tilbi and pups, including “Ankle-biter”

When I was more settled and could afford it, the sweetest dog I’ve ever known came into my life. This was ‘Tilbi’ (which I believe means ‘duck’ in one of the Aboriginal languages). This was an appropriate name for a Golden Retriever, although, apart from one embarrassing incident with a couple of tame ducks, she never got to follow that particular life path.

The closest she came to it was when the occasional ‘chook show’ was held at the Showgrounds over the road from our old place. Tilbi and her daughter Finis were in ecstasy whenever that event occurred, whining and scratching at the gate in a desperate effort to ‘retrieve’ those feathered objects of doggy lust. Apart from that, she was a most obedient and loving dog, who was fond of all humans, from toddlers to the rather ancient fellow who lived over the back fence. (Ed: One day Tilbi came home with a pot roast in her mouth (a neighbour left it on the window sill to cool).

A few years later, the most independent-minded dog I’ve ever experienced became part of the household. This was ‘Kia’, the German Shepherd (named before the vehicle of that make became popular, I might add – it was more a nod to our Kiwi rellies, as in Kia Ora, or ‘Hello’). She was obedient to a point, especially if she was in reach, but coming back when called was an optional extra, as far as she was concerned. But she was a very intelligent dog. For instance, in her later, more arthritic years, she struggled to get into the back of the station wagon, so we put a box down in front of the open tail-gate. She got the idea almost immediately. And she had a sense of humour. One of her favourite games was to play ‘chasey’ around the car when we were trying to catch her before going out. She’d eventually take pity on us and let herself get caught.

The latest four-legged addition is Nib, the mostly Staffie brindle ‘brick on legs’, who spends much of the evening acting as my own personal knee blanket. It’s wonderful in winter, not so good in summer. He is without a doubt the most obedient dog I’ve ever come across – for which we take no credit. He is most reliable about coming back when called, walks nicely on the lead, doesn’t respond if other dogs bark at him, goes outside when asked, gets out of the kitchen when I’m cooking, and seems to have quite a good grasp of various other commands, or as I like to put it, polite requests. His only fault is that, like most other Staffies, he ‘sings’, especially when he is in the car. And his ‘song’ is not pleasant to the ear…

See, I managed to get all this way without mentioning ‘Iso’ or ‘Covid’, but dogs have apparently come into their own during this period. Those with dogs are thankful for their company and the impetus to go for a walk. Many of those without dogs are apparently taking the opportunity to acquire one while they have the time to welcome one into their lives. Hopefully, they head to a nearby Animal Shelter to pick out their new friend, and hopefully, these new pets won’t find their way back there post-Covid.

I make no claim to the following observations being original, but I too have noticed that people have turned into dogs – roaming around the house all day, looking for something to eat; rushing to the front door when anyone knocks; peering through the window at the unusual sight of a passer-by; and getting terribly excited at the prospect of going for a drive in the car…

Patch and child

Here’s to all the dogs I have met in my life, including Bindi, Logan, Tosca, Patch, Stella, Moet, Dante, Winnie (the poodle – which scores the prize for cleverest name), Motek, Joey, Fleur, Spud, Darcy, Wally and all those friendly pooches who accept a pat from a passing stranger.

Postscript by Bob (taking a break this week while dreaming up new topics).

Our first dog was a cocker spaniel named Lady who was left with a family friend in Scotland when we all caught the migrant boat in 1955. Dad was heartbroken but the alternative was quarantining an old dog for six weeks at sea and then a month on land.

 Once settled in New Zealand we acquired a fox terrier with the imaginative name of Spot. He could be a crabby critter and Mum didn’t like him much for his habit of lying on the front step and then snarling when she tried to step over him.

He was a wee bit epileptic, Spot, and also had a habit of eating grapefruit then spitting shredded citrus out all over the lawn.

As an older adult I took up with She Who Tried For Best In Show who owned Tilbi. Later we acquired a litter of eight Golden Retriever puppies, keeping one (Finis).

 Now we find ourselves in 2020, as SWTFBIS points out, responsible for a rising nine-year-old Staffie who is quite needy but also quite endearing. He is slowly adjusting to life in the suburbs where people walk past the house (don’t bark, good dog, treat).

I usually cannot resist clicking on the many dog videos, gifs and memes which have proliferated as Iso forces dog owners to spend more time with their furry pals. I like the mindlessly cute ones where cats (or dogs) jump over increasingly higher stacks of toilet rolls.

If you have not seen the videos of Scottish sports commentator Andrew Cotter turning the daily antics of his two dogs into a sports call, there are quite a few. He may be bored but he definitely loves these Labradors – and, as with all dogs, it is mutual.

*Correction: In last week’s blog about the coronaconomy, I mentioned Jobseeker in the third paragraph and again near the end. It should have read Jobkeeper.

 

 

 

 

Dog My Cats! – Australia’s Fur Baby Obsession

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Nibbler and friend checking the p-mail at Elanora Park, Wynnum

Down at Brisbane’s biggest dog park, Elanora, a chap is loading two dogs into the back of a wagon – a black Labrador, and a white fluff dog. The big one had earlier snaffled my dog’s hard rubber ball and didn’t give it back. Fair enough, I reckoned, musing about the numbers of times our adopted Staffie has stolen other dog’s tennis balls and reduced them to slimy fragments.

I once knew a woman who named her dogs Kierkegaard and Kant, after famous philosophers. Imagine the neighbourhood mutterings when she called the latter-named from afar.

Kantian moral theory assumes the rightness or wrongness of actions does not depend on their consequences but on whether they fulfil our duty.  So if Kant (the dog) poops on someone’s lawn, he is fulfilling his duty (to empty his bowels). The rightness of the owner’s action depends on whether he or she brought a poo bag with them.

Brisbane City Council did a smart thing when fencing the 26,000sqm Elanora Park, which sits between hillside houses and the mangrove-lined foreshore at Wynnum. The park is split into two fenced enclosures; a large one for big dogs and their owners and a smaller enclosure for small dogs.

The park provides shade trees, obstacle courses for the bouncy mutts and benches for the owners to sit and talk about their dogs and how the Broncos are going.

There are water points and poo bag dispensers. The only downside is, if you happen to be there after 4pm, the mosquitoes and midges will find you.

I implied earlier our dog was a hand-me down from an adult child. We belong to a demographic where one’s adult children for one complicated reason or another, cannot look after their dog. As you probably know, the cry ‘I want a puppy’ often starts between the ages of 8 and 15. By the time your kids are old enough to smoke and drink and start dating, no-longer-a-puppy gradually becomes the parent’s responsibility.

We have owned dogs together and individually for most of our lives although there was a 10-year gap between Kia the wonder Shepherd and the brindle Staffie. The latter is a well-trained dog, but a bit of a sook; a 20-kilo lapdog with a propensity to ‘sing’ when being taken somewhere in the car.

I realise this is not a great pitch to anyone who’d like to mind the dog on the occasions when we are away, but here’s the catch: Staffies are bouncy dogs full of nervous energy with a tendency to whine and whimper for reasons not always apparent. The upside is Staffies are cuddly, affectionate and easy to train.

The broader question is, why do otherwise independent people in our demographic (70+), complicate their lives with a needy animal – in effect a toilet-trained toddler? Sometimes when dog-walking, I meet people who introduce an aged Labrador or a crossbreed that shies away when you go to pat it, as ‘rescue dogs’.

It surprised me to find that only 1.92% of Australia’s 4.8 million domestic dogs are rescue animals (abandoned and picked up by pounds and dog shelters or surrendered when the owner is no longer able to care for the animal). RSPCA data shows that 40,286 dogs were reclaimed, rehomed or euthanased in 2017-2018, a 10% drop on the previous year’s figures. The better news is that 34,709 dogs were rehomed, with a relatively small number (5,577) euthanased.

Let’s debunk the myth spread by current affairs TV and tabloid newspapers. Only 257 dogs were put down for ‘legal’ reasons. So despite lurid stories about killer (American) Staffies or Pit Bulls, the majority of dogs consigned to the celestial kennel had ‘behavioural’ problems.

Now that we are officially of no fixed abode, the subject of dog sitters/minders comes up frequently. A quick Google search revealed services that will hook you up with dog-loving people who will happily look after your pooch at your place or theirs. The average price is about $50 a day, so if you have a private arrangement that is less than $25 a day you are doing very well.

The free option is to engage a house/dog sitter and there are many online services which will match you and your dog with (ahem) pre-vetted sitters. People who don’t like the sound of that and want to go away for a lengthy period have no option then but to book their fur babies into boarding kennels. A friend who chose this option booked her two cats and two dogs into establishments while on a five-week UK tour. The bill would have paid for her airfares, but she was happy to do it for the peace of mind.

So, if you really want a dog, be aware it will cost between $3,000 and $6,000 for the first year alone. The BankWest Family Pooch Index estimated it can cost $25,000 to keep a dog over its lifespan.

The above does not factor in chronic health conditions. As vet bills mount up, more people are taking out pet insurance which can cover expensive items like a tick bite (involves an over-night stay).

Nor does the Pooch Index take into account occasions like when Fido wander s off through the gate left open by the meter man. After shelling out $250 at the pound, you chastise Fido and put up a sign: “Shut the Woofen Gate”.

None of this apparently dissuades the millions of Australians who own one or more dogs. If you want one, there’s a plethora of choice with 339 different breeds (a conservative estimate).

The term ‘fur babies’, much as I dislike it, rings true for people for whom a dog (or cat) is a substitute child. According to She Who Can Name Most Dog Breeds, the telling statistic is that 53% of owners let their pet sleep on the (marital) bed.

Some (like me), freely attribute human traits, emotions or intentions to an animal that cannot speak and lacks opposable thumbs. This trait develops as said dog increasingly learns to recognise words like walkies, drivies, dinner/breakfast, come/away, outside/inside, good/bad dog, off the bed and wait (exceptionally useful command when descending stairs or steps).

This anthropomorphic behaviour was in full bloom when the movers were emptying our house. I’d left the dog bed in a corner of the living room. He either lay upon it or stood staunchly in front.

Does the dog bed go?” asked Mover No 1.

“Touch my bed and I’ll rip your lungs out, Jim,” the dog snarled,* or at least that’s what I read into his body language.

“No, the bed stays,” I told him, assuring the dog: “It’s OK, mate. You’re staying with us… I didn’t know you liked that Warren Zevon song – aah wooh!”

“Yeh,” Dog said, warming to the topic. “I thought Night Time in the Switching Yard was his best. I quite like Harry Manx too. Did you know his album title, Dog My Cat, is a riff from a 1910 short story by O Henry where the character says ‘well dog my cats’, by way of an exclamation of incredulity?

“No, I did not know that,” I replied, marvelling at his musical and literary acumen and ability to sustain a 50-word sentence.

“I’d like to try my paw at the Mohan Veena one day,” he added.

“Stick with singing,” I advised.

 Beyond words, Harry Manx: https://youtu.be/JFY8bW3xsHg

  • (I demur – I’ve never heard Nibbler snarl in all his life. Ed)