Gabrielle FM

Australian Shepherd
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Home:Cedar Rapids, IA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 11 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Gabby, Girl Leah, Squeaky, Woman, Quiet Princess Noiseless, Bree, Breezy

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:
-dog rescue

April 6th 2005

Running and barking, especially when chasing balls.

When the krazy kitty gets attention.

Favorite Toy:
Tennis balls.

Favorite Food:
Liver treats and cheese

Favorite Walk:
Through the golf course behind the house

Best Tricks:
She smiles (it looks like a snarl, but it isn't)

Arrival Story:
I was looking at different dogs, and when I was investigating border collies, I ran across information about flyball. A guy I knew hooked me up with another guy who was captain of a team. I told him I wanted to rescue a dog, because I didn't like the idea of breeding a dog when there were so many wonderful homeless dogs. Next thing I knew he found Gabby for me through a rescue group. We didn't plan on getting a dog the night we went to meet her, but with those dark eyes, how could we not take her home? Even though she's the most crazy Aussie ever, she has been one of the most wonderful additions to our home.

Gabby is a crazy little aussie that has taught me a lot about dogs. I thought about returning her a few times in the beginning because she was quite the handful - she never stopped moving, hated every other dog, and had a high-pitched bark that she liked to utilize ALL the time. I've learned a lot about patience and dog training. But most importantly, I've learned what's it's like to have a better half.

Forums Motto:
Easy, Breezy, Beautiful... Gabby Girl

The Groups I'm In:
**~Awesome Australian Shepherds~**, Addicted to Flyball, All Bout Aussies, Australian Shepherds, Dog Sports - Agility, Pups Against PETA!, Rescue Aussies

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Iowa ..floods

Always a flower girl...:
On May 26th, 2007 Gabby got to be the star of my wedding and pulled double duty as my ring bearer and flower girl. She did wonderfully and everyone enjoyed her. I've posted some pics of her in the event. More wedding pics are at

Why keep the crazy ones...:
I was recently asked what made me decide to keep my crazy Aussie when I was literally on the road to give her back to the rescue. The first time, I realized that I didn't know if anyone would be at the house of the lady that owned the rescue, so I went home to try to contact her. I decided to do some research and I found a poem that made me change my mind. The second time, I was on the road again and Gabby kissed me, put her head on my shoulder, and sighed as if to say "I knew it you wouldn't still want me." I remembered the following poem and turned around.


Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage
Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry -
So much to regret.
Hmm . . . Yes, there it is, right on the top
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave -
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things -
And take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage,
To never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage -
Will you still want me?

~~Evelynn Colbath

It was difficult, but we've since safely tucked away most of her baggage.
Thank you, Gabby, for reminding me that the best things in life never come easily.


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A Title:
Gabby has earned titles in Flyball that I do my best to keep up-to-date on her name. Some times I feel a little odd for keeping them on her name, but the following was posted in the forums and it expresses how I feel about the titles we've earned together.

What Is A Title?
by Sandy Mowery

What is a title really? Not just a brag, not just a stepping stone to a higher title, a title is a tribute to the dog that bears it, a way to honour the dog, the ultimate memorial. It will remain in record and memory, for as long as anything in this world can remain. Few humans will do as well or better in that regard. And though the dog itself doesn't know or care that it's achievements have been noted, a title says many things in this world of humans, where such things count. A title says that your dog was intelligent, and adaptable and good-natured. It says that your dog loved you enough to do the things that pleased you, however crazy they may have seemed. And a title says that you loved your dog, that you loved to spend time with it because it was a good dog, that you believed in it enough to give it another chance when it failed, and that in the end, your faith was justified. A title proves that your dog inspired you to that special relationship enjoyed by so few; that in this world of disposable creatures, this dog with a title was greatly loved and loved greatly in return. A title is nothing less than love and respect, given and received, and permanently recorded.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 31st 2006 More than 11 years!

I Was In The:
Dogster's 2006 Holiday Picture Party!

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Training your human.

April 20th 2007 10:52 am
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Well pups, I haven't added an entry for awhile. I've been busy with attempting to not only train my human, but also the annoying foster dogs she is dragging home. If any pups have any suggestions on how to train my human to not drag home every mangy mongrel she sees, send a message my way. I'm tired of sharing her attention.

But today's training advice is how to get the next best thing after runs and people food - belly rubs. I am quite certain that there is no better way to be pet than a good ole foot-kickin' belly rub. The best ones are the ones that you get so happy that you have to attempt to sneeze your brains out. And I mean the sneezes that you have to stand up and yet you still almost hit your head on the floor. Yep - belly rubs and sneezes are like peanut butter and jelly. One is not the same without the other, and you can never have a enough.

I've found good belly rubs difficult to get because the good ones require that my human sit on the floor, use both hands, and talk stupid. In other words, it requires a lot of concentration on the part of the human. I've found the best way to start this is by getting my human to play fetch or tug with a toy while she is standing. They I keep dropping the toy at her feet. Eventually, she figures out it would be easier just to sit on the floor instead of bending over to pick up the toy. This is when I refuse to fetch a thrown toy. Instead I stand and look tired as she says 'get it' over and over. I then casually sit in front of her and wait until she gives up on fetch and starts petting me. This usually doesn't take long because my cutie-pie face screams "you wanna pet me".

Now pups, here's the crucial moment. As your human is petting you, you must twist your body as you lie down so that you go from a seated position to belly rub position without ever actually lying down first. And you must do this in a very nonchalant manner while still maintaining a cute look. Timing is everything here. Too slow and your human may pick up their hand and stop petting because they realize they are no longer petting your head. Too quick - you risk the human realizing that you are up to something.

Once you are in position and your human is petting your tummy, you now have to get them to give you an actual two-handed belly rub. I've found wiggling quite effective. It usually is so incredibly cute that no human can resist rubbing more so you will wiggle more. Then you kick the leg and suddenly they start talking to you. Now you are getting the ultimate belly rub.

Eventually you may feel like your head will explode with happiness. This is when you have to sneeze. This may require you to stand up and stop the belly rub, but if you don't sneeze, your head will explode and then there will be no more belly rubs.

And no more belly rubs would be like no more food or runs - life wouldn't be worth living. Belly rubs forever!

But I must sign off. Take care pups.

And remember to let your human believe they're in control. A human with a big ego is a human that can not understand reality.


Training your human.

November 21st 2006 12:11 pm
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Since Thanksgiving is coming up, I thought that I would talk about the bestest thing next to running - food. In particular, people food and how to get some. I am a huge fan of all people food that at one time or another had a face. Sometimes my human tries to sneak me a carrot or an apple... is she serious? I would rather just eat the kitty's head. Yeah, the fur may dry the mouth a little bit - but a carrot?

This entry is going to be about how to get GOOD human food.

For this one, it helps if you're a naturally cute pup like myself. However, if you're a little on the not-so-cute side of things, that can be used as an advantage as well. The basic premise for training your humans is to make sure they understand that you are starving (and you ARE starving no matter what your tummy says.) Even though you are starving, you're not going to be a bad pup. You want your humans to realize that even if you're on the verge of death, you wouldn't dream of doing anything to save yourself if it meant not listening to your human. You want them to believe that you listen even in the most dire of circumstances - such as starvation. This doesn't have to actually be true - it's just part of the training to allow humans to believe this. In order to get them to realize you're starving, you must give them the most pathetic look you can muster. I personally prefer to put my head on my human's knee and look longingly at her. This tells her that I am too weak to support my own head and that I love her 'til death do us part and I wouldn't dream of stealing her food to save myself. This works well for cute doggies. Not-so-cute doggies should try to play the starving-street-mongrel look. I would suggest a seated position with head hung as low as doggily possible and eyes staring upward. Try pretending like you're a scared street dog that hasn't eaten for years. This is also good for dogs that aren't allowed to 'beg' with the head on the knee. When you're human finally cracks (what human can resist feeding a pathetic, starving, loyal companion?), that's when you may be expected to have to 'work' for your food. If this is the case, go with it. It once again allows your human to believe that they are in charge. If you don't have to 'work' for your food - let me know how you accomplished this. I haven't been able to train my human to just give me the food. Sometimes humans can be so difficult. Anyway, once you get the yummy meat in you mouth - swallow it as quickly as possible. There is no time for tasting, you must get back to looking pathetic.

Always remember to let your human believe they're in control. A human with a big ego is a human that can not understand reality.


Training your human.

October 30th 2006 8:40 am
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One of my favorite things to do is run. I think running is the bestest thing ever invented. The only problem is, I have a lazy human who hates to run. I have very difficult time understanding how anyone could hate to run. I'm pretty sure my doggy brain could comprehend quantum physics before it could understand a hatred of running.

Anyway, if it were up to my human, we would take nice leisurely strolls through our neighborhood a few times a week. Unfortunately for my human, I'm the one in charge. Here's how I've trained her to take me to the dog park and to take me for runs next to her bicycle. (This was really easy to train.)

The basic idea is to use negative reinforcement. You are going to have your human take you running in an attempt to escape negative consequences.

My human has an unnatural obsession with shoes. I rather enjoy shoes as they are stinky and made of dead animal skin. They make the best chewies. My human doesn't agree. So to begin with I had to chew up some shoes to show her what the negative consequences would be. Now when I am feeling the need to run like an idiot, I go find one of her shoes (even if all the shoes are put away, there's always some slippers by the bed) and I put it in her lap. It is my way of saying, "If you don't want me to eat these, you will take me for a run." While I would enjoy chewing the shoe, I enjoy running more, so I've compromised and I won't eat the shoe if I go for a run. Seems like a fair trade to me.

Always remember to let your human believe they're in control. A human with a big ego is a human that can not understand reality.

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