<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:50:22.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristan and his flowers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-505251831810956643</id><published>2010-01-05T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:24:29.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... :*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year and a new mixing bottle. After the feedback to Zoe, this is the new concoction we are using for the mixing bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vine - Allows animal to be determined not domineering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Walnut - Helps the animal ease into its new surroundings or situation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Water Violet - Produces a compassionable and sociable animal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mimulus - Animals become more confident and courageous, can enjoy life without fear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you all know, we can never hope to know&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what's going on in those heads of theirs - not unless you are Dr DoLittle. I am not. -&amp;nbsp;so it's still pretty much a "trial-and-error" experiment for us in&amp;nbsp;the current&amp;nbsp;stage of things with the Flowers&amp;nbsp;(although we all try to make it as informed a "trial-and-error" experiment as possible) but still, you just never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But what I DO KNOW is, whatever he is thinking now, it's aint' good! :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So bad that I actually have to stop using&amp;nbsp; the mixing bottle&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONLY&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2 days after we started it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know if it's the lack of Impatiens in the&amp;nbsp;new concoction or maybe it's the added confidence from Mimulus, but the situation we have on hand now is really not pretty!&amp;nbsp;On a really bad day, it feels to&amp;nbsp;me that we've gone one full&amp;nbsp;circle and come smacked right back to square 1! (Or maybe square minus 1!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the last&amp;nbsp;2 weeks or so, due to the holidays, we were kinda out of&amp;nbsp;a routine. Don't get me wrong, I didn't lock him at home and forget about him. We still do our 3 walks a day diligently. (sometimes even 4 or 5!) The only difference is that, it's&amp;nbsp;just not always at the same time, on the same routes, that's all. And believe me, Mr Tristan ain't&amp;nbsp;a fan of&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;/strong&gt; things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've noticed that he seemed to find&amp;nbsp;find comfort&amp;nbsp;and calmness in the&amp;nbsp;sureness of&amp;nbsp;a routine. New things stress him out. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B.I.G.T.I.M.E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. New dogs stress him. New venues stress him. New&amp;nbsp;routine&amp;nbsp;stress him. You name it.&amp;nbsp;Pretty much&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANYTHING new &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;stresses him. Is it because he's so&amp;nbsp;insecure that his mind just goes into overdrive at anything that's just not his norm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DO&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;know is,&amp;nbsp;the lack of structured existance for this boy has returned me the all too familiar stress ball who lunges at 90% of men, park vehicles, bicycles &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have NO intellectual explanation whatsoever for this sudden regress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My only best &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guess&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;is that the lack of a schedule during the long holidays have made him jittery all over again! It might actually be true considering since&amp;nbsp;we started our regular routine again the last 3 days, he seemed to have gotten better as the day goes by. Everyday, he lunges alittle bit less. Everyday he seems to find his footing back alittle more. But still, that's just so disheartening! It's like a chronic disease that wouldn't go away!&amp;nbsp;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, so now you've heard the really bleak part. If you are still reading, there &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;one silver lining. Believe it or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The new concoction seemed to have improve his inter-canine relational skills. I'm not sure if it's the Mimulus working its magic here, afterall it's supposed to make him more "&lt;em&gt;confident and courageous&lt;/em&gt;" but last week, we went for our weekly swim and I took the chance and allowed&amp;nbsp;an offleash&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Retriever to come&amp;nbsp;right up&amp;nbsp;to his face (Before you stone me, this Retriever&amp;nbsp;is friendly and I knew that beforehand) That said, I reckon I wasn't prepared for the guy to plaster&amp;nbsp;his face to him for 20secs - even though Tristan kept trying to walk away from him! - So urm, I might have push it alittle too far there. Anyhow, by that time, Tristan was so way above his threshold that basically all you can see is just&amp;nbsp;the whites of his eyes and I knew he was going to snap at him anytime soon&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the guy wouldn't leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing dramatc happened. Thank God. But from how he reacted, it affirmed to me that his&amp;nbsp;reactivity to dogs might&amp;nbsp;really be a byproduct of Fear. If that's the case, Mimulus might&amp;nbsp;actually be helping him with that. Oh. did I mention too that he can pretty much ignore dogs&amp;nbsp;during our walks these days? Though he's all nutty over&amp;nbsp;anything else that moves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Double Sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, all I need is to&amp;nbsp;someone&amp;nbsp;to tell me how to make him&amp;nbsp;love life&amp;nbsp;the way&amp;nbsp;he loves swimming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/4220601237/" title="IMG_5407 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_5407" height="333" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4220601237_496acc8643.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-505251831810956643?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/505251831810956643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/505251831810956643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/505251831810956643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-day.html' title='Happy New DAY!'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4220601237_496acc8643_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-137251147258644509</id><published>2009-12-21T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:10:33.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day.......</title><content type='html'>Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So SORRY for the lack of updates. Yes, yes, you guessed right. It's the usual excuses of a crazy work week, mad schedules&amp;nbsp;etc etc.. I know. I know. I'm sorry. I really am. If you've been stopping by to a "stagnant" page, make it very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S.O.R.R.Y!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, through the incommuno, I wasn't lazy. I have been and still is faithfully adminstering the 4 drops single flower and 7drops mixing bottle concortion to Mr Tristan, 3 times a day, 7 days a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. It can get rather tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. as&amp;nbsp;the saying goes, what you&amp;nbsp;sow is what you reap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'm happy to report&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;4&amp;nbsp;weeks into the programme,&amp;nbsp;there&amp;nbsp;really has been significant progress in the little black white head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He&amp;nbsp;can still&amp;nbsp;go nuts when he sights a motorcycle zoom past. BUT the major milestone is, he hasn't been going for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; motorcycle. If the motorcycle is not right beside him, he&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be called off the offending object. Believe me you, that's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) He has not barked at a single motorcycle while travelling in the car, for at least the last two weeks. Now, that's a pretty amazing feat. Considering that in the past, he was hurling himself against the windscreen(yes, I'm not exaggerating!) whenever a motorcycle stops by us or drives past us. Yes, we&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;have&amp;nbsp;a budget planned for shattered windscreens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) With dogs, I think he's shown the most significant improvement.&amp;nbsp;In the past, he would just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STARE DOWN and LUNGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at a male dog. These days, even when they bark their lungs off at him, he will pretend they don't exist and either curve away from them or come right to our side and STARE at us.&amp;nbsp;That's rather impressive too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all,&amp;nbsp;I'll say that he's really make marked&amp;nbsp;progress in most areas. He's gotten much more calm and patient during our daily walks. Of course, it's not perfect yet; there is still that occasional leash pulling especially&amp;nbsp;when he's&amp;nbsp;trying to steal the cats' food in the park!;&amp;nbsp;but it's all episodes far and between. There is still that occasional lunge for the motorcycle, but hey! Rome wasn't built in one day, and as long as it's &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; indiscreet lunging for each and every motorcycle, that's improvment. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times, I &lt;em&gt;swear&lt;/em&gt;,I can see the cartwheels turning in his little head, while he navigate his choice of lunging for the sheep-camouflaged-with-a-motor-engine OR the cookie in my hand. And when he chooses the &lt;em&gt;"right"&lt;/em&gt; thing, the experience is truly &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;priceless&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; It is really&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;very &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;gratifying and satisfying when you see an animal exercises their choice right infront of your eyes and make the right one, with no coercion or aversives whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;So here we are, almost at the end of our 4th week, and&amp;nbsp;also almost at the end of our mixing bottle (help Zoe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if we should go for another dose of the same elements, but&amp;nbsp;some of the areas I would like to see more improvement with him is territorialism and insecurity/intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With territorial, most things he does not like gets amplified within the premises of&amp;nbsp;the condo. The postman's scooter (simply the sound of it!) drives him nuts. We haven't had a face-to-face&amp;nbsp;encounter with the neighbour's Retreiver since we started on the Flowers, but at times Tristan does see him from our&amp;nbsp;balcony; he doesn't growl or bark or do anything at the Retriever; but the way he is staring at the Retriever from upstairs, you know he isn't really happy about him. His demeanor is so tensed and completely different when he sights other dogs outside the condo, even male barkish ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for&amp;nbsp;his insecurity/intolerance issues, he still doesn't fancy it if other dogs come butt-sniffing. Although he can walk away from a dog (which is great) but if the dog follows or if we lead him closer to the dog, he gets really really stressed and will try to snap at the other dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said, credit is where credit's due. He&amp;nbsp;HAS improved tremendously and I am proud of him. It's not easy for him too&amp;nbsp;I'm sure. As a high strung herding dog, all these sights and noises in the big city must be rather stressful for him. But he's trying hard. I can see. For that,&amp;nbsp;he deserves a pat on&amp;nbsp;the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe.. on his butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/4091553463/" title="IMG_4843 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4843" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/4091553463_c44387ec29.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-137251147258644509?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/137251147258644509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/137251147258644509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/137251147258644509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day.html' title='Day.......'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2482/4091553463_c44387ec29_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-5442480765500720058</id><published>2009-12-06T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:18:04.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(YES today!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;marked the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1st time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Tristan's 21 months life that I could call him off a motorcycle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOAH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As usual, the closer the motorcycle came, the more fixated he was, and then as it came really close, I yelled "Tristan!" and he looked at me, it,&amp;nbsp;me, it, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motorcycle zoomed past, his face was stuffed with treats and needless to say, I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELATED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the evening walk, however, all fell to pieces. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired and not in a particularly good mood. I wasn't big on dispensing treats and Tristan went into "I-am-in-a-hurry-so-let-me-take-you-for-a-walk" mode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He pulled, I yanked, he pulled, I yanked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a horrible horrible vicious cycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHzUxiJ1g1k/Sghc5lpkbWI/AAAAAAAAAjI/DNwd_7zpPmU/s1600/frustrated.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHzUxiJ1g1k/Sghc5lpkbWI/AAAAAAAAAjI/DNwd_7zpPmU/s200/frustrated.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; need some flowers myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-5442480765500720058?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5442480765500720058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/5442480765500720058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/5442480765500720058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JHzUxiJ1g1k/Sghc5lpkbWI/AAAAAAAAAjI/DNwd_7zpPmU/s72-c/frustrated.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-7332383430557271447</id><published>2009-12-05T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:32:30.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday the 13TH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything was peaceful, everything was calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No barking at people, no barking at dogs, no attempting to murder motorcyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/been-waiting-3-hourz-for-a-high-five.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" height="234" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/been-waiting-3-hourz-for-a-high-five.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-7332383430557271447?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7332383430557271447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/7332383430557271447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/7332383430557271447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-8791554590841145085</id><published>2009-12-04T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:25:43.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>This morning, we went to Hort Park for our morning walk again. When we were about to start our walk, a motorcycle &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reached to a stop&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;right at the park entrance. Tristan was transfixed. He wouldn't bulge, no matter how I tried to tug on the lead. I'm sure&amp;nbsp;I could have at that time yank his head off his lead and he wouldn't have noticed. Thank God the motorcyclist turned the engine off while unloading his passenger. And then, like magic, he turned his head back towards me and carried on the walk like nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This boy is so&amp;nbsp;sound sensitive!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;em&gt;"highlight"&lt;/em&gt; 6pm evening walk outside the condo. It's always encouraging when we survive another of those walks. (I'm serious.You don't know which day he or I or the motorcyclist will fly across the road) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we have our &lt;strong&gt;TONS&lt;/strong&gt; of motorcycles &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOOMING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; past us at high speed. It is really really not easy for the poor boy. (I imagine if those motorcycles were all giant cockroaches rushing at me, and I'm supposed to continue walking and pretend nothing is happening?!? I guess everybody has their own demons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so every time after our (20metres short) walk, he will be so stressed that the whites of his eyes has all turned red, those tiny capillaries seemingly ready to pop&amp;nbsp;anytime. It is rather scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he lunge at one or two - not perfect but nevertheless a very very small percentage&amp;nbsp;- that's good enough for me. As long as there's no regress, there'll always be progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right Tristan?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/2694035591/" title="tristan_baby03 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="tristan_baby03" height="375" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3015/2694035591_7c4391e7ce.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-8791554590841145085?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8791554590841145085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/8791554590841145085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/8791554590841145085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3015/2694035591_7c4391e7ce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-8729347021900676817</id><published>2009-12-03T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:58:15.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>This morning we ditched West Coast park and went to Hort Park&amp;nbsp;for our morning walk instead. The weather was good. The park was beautiful. Serene in that hour with hardly a soul around. I took a chance and let Tristan walk off leash and run pretty much free. He proved himself worthy of that chance. We passed by a few walkers.&amp;nbsp;He didn't even bother. As we left, I saw a helper with a Retriever. She avoided us and disappeared into another lane, hidden by shrubs. I doubt Tristan saw the dog though and&amp;nbsp;if he did, he certainly did not show any bad feeling towards "it".&amp;nbsp;Fortunately(or not), Tristan is a&amp;nbsp;Border Collie&amp;nbsp;with very strong olfactory capabilities as far as dogs are concerned. He can literally smell dogs from afar, way before he could even sight them. This morning though,&amp;nbsp;he made a good choice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 6pm walk is always the &lt;em&gt;"highlight&lt;/em&gt;" of the day, as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;herding motorcycles still proves to be one of his toughest nut to crack. But this boy has done me proud, time and again. It's a slow and drawn out process, I will not deny that,&amp;nbsp;but daily he reassures me in his own little way that the&amp;nbsp;choice of management I've chosen is making progress, albeit ever so slowly. But that's ok. As long as it's working, as long as he gets less and less intense around them, as long as he can display some semblance of self control, therein lies Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's 6pm walk was much more challenging than usual. It was raining. We walked in the rain and I made a really really dumb choice. I wore my flip flops which has totally no friction. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God Tristan did not make a beeline for every motorbike that passes and so I did not slide/flew across the road in&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;best case&amp;nbsp;scenario&lt;/em&gt;. Like I said, he's not completely "exorcised" of the motorcycle demon but he's trying hard, really really hard everyday ;and I can see it; to offer some other behavior other than herding the moving bike. He's trying so hard to go against his instinct. That must be mightily tough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good boy Tristan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;We made it through another day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/4030878547/" title="IMG_4679 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4679" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/4030878547_9a07bc6c3c.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-8729347021900676817?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8729347021900676817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/8729347021900676817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/8729347021900676817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2621/4030878547_9a07bc6c3c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-6923817890711584102</id><published>2009-12-02T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:06:58.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We met one of these during our walk this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regal, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f1/Siberian_husky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" height="400" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f1/Siberian_husky.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were head-on. Uh-uh. That always spell bad news to&amp;nbsp;me. I stepped off to the side of the path and called him. The good owner of this big guy stopped about a metre away too as his&amp;nbsp;dog was starting to really pull towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; news is, throughout the entire encounter, although Tristan knew very well&amp;nbsp;that the husky was there and not too far away from him,&amp;nbsp;he totally&amp;nbsp;gave&amp;nbsp;me his complete unwavering attention and didn't even steal a glance at the guy, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;my prompt. &lt;strong&gt;*gasp!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another day. Another victory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schwimmerlegal.com/smiley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" height="200" src="http://www.schwimmerlegal.com/smiley.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Obviously he gets &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A TON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of cookies for THAT effort :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our 6pm walk was equally victorious!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The multitude of motorcycles whizzed past us (what's new?) The news is, he did &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lunge at any. I repeat, &lt;strong&gt;NONE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;He did look, he did got interested, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; interested in fact&amp;nbsp;(which is fine - I know that this little demon called motorbikes will always lurk somewhere in&amp;nbsp;his subconscious) but what I was most happy to see was, despite his crazy obsession with these objects, he could find within himself that little ounce of self control to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lunge at them when they past him by! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self control in an animal is really an awesome sight to behold.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/4151794127/" title="IMG_5028 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_5028" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/4151794127_023f65006a.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-6923817890711584102?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6923817890711584102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/6923817890711584102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/6923817890711584102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/4151794127_023f65006a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-8195194674228025307</id><published>2009-12-01T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:24:25.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>Our 6pm walk outside the condo was disastrous, to say &lt;em&gt;the least&lt;/em&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did those MULTITUDE of motorcycles came from?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right out of the gate and two of those whizzes by us by a metre. &lt;strong&gt;A METRE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I am sure that brought Tristan's blood pressure up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10notches! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The straw&amp;nbsp;that broke the camel's (or in&amp;nbsp;this case the black dog's)&amp;nbsp;back was probably when one of those multitude of motorcycles&amp;nbsp;chose to come into our condo. I could see the disbelief in his eyes. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY CONDO! What's HE doing in MY CONDO?!?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest as they say, is history. Tristan was already aroused beyond the&amp;nbsp;point of sanity by this time. I'm sure the Flowers I gave him 5minutes before we left the condo did absolutely nothing for him at all&amp;nbsp;today. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I feel like this. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/gnanaraj_d/defeat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.freewebs.com/gnanaraj_d/defeat.jpg" width="263" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-8195194674228025307?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8195194674228025307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/8195194674228025307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/8195194674228025307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-761026837043614122</id><published>2009-11-30T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:30:57.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>We went for our regular morning and evening walks in the park &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VERY HAPPY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to report that this little&amp;nbsp;chap has pretty much gone off his&amp;nbsp;little grouch&amp;nbsp;with bicycles (I hope :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pass&amp;nbsp;an average of about ten bicycles in the park everyday, some at high speed, some not. The killers that used to get Tristan into a complete state of frenzy were&amp;nbsp;those who sneaked up from behind us &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AT HIGH SPEED &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(To be fair, sometimes I think I&amp;nbsp;would bark too if I could!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 10 -15 days, this little chap has outperformed every bit of&amp;nbsp;my expectations (Yes, call me one of little faith!). He has not lunged for any bicycle in the park at all. None! Not even those obnoxious ones! Now, that's my boy!&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's amazing to think that we've only started the Flowers remedy&amp;nbsp;8 days ago. I wouldn't say it has solved all our problems&amp;nbsp;but I really think the calming effects it has brought for this little guy has definitely helped his quality of life. Because he doesn't get so worked up by&amp;nbsp;the smallest of noise anymore,&amp;nbsp;because he could calm down when a fast moving object passes him by, this little steps has given&amp;nbsp;me so much more room to reach out to him in his times of high stress and do some behavior modification work with him, something which I previously couldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can surely see that little wisp of light at the end of the tunnel. &lt;em&gt;And I am happy. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said,&amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure the constant cooing and shoving of cookies into his face when bicycles sped past us at the park previously had helped tremendously to get us here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how life is always a vicious cycle, isn't it? When your dog is calm(er) and better behaved, you are in turn&amp;nbsp;more relaxed and therefore able to enjoy&amp;nbsp;him more and praise him more, which then&amp;nbsp;results in a calmer and better behaved dog&amp;nbsp;which then of course&amp;nbsp;results in more praise and&amp;nbsp;more treats &lt;em&gt;etc etc...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what&amp;nbsp;that has been&amp;nbsp;giving me the strength and patience to keep on searching for ways and means to manage those unsocial quirks of his.&amp;nbsp;The prospect of a better bond&amp;nbsp;with him. And that is only&amp;nbsp;possible if he is calm enough to make the right choices so I don't have to yell at him at every walk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A thinking dog is a good dog. But you gotta be calm before you can think!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/3679928643/" title="IMG_0567 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0567" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3679928643_e2957485cd.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-761026837043614122?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/761026837043614122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/761026837043614122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/761026837043614122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3679928643_e2957485cd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-95277407446245394</id><published>2009-11-29T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:05:37.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7th Day Review</title><content type='html'>After using the Bach Flowers Remedy for 7 days, these are the notable&amp;nbsp;improvements I've observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) More Patience - I have not encountered a tight leash for the last many days! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) More Tolerance with dogs - &lt;strong&gt;Marked improvement&lt;/strong&gt;. He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; walk away from dogs!&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;*gasp!*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) More Tolerance with motorbikes - Still much room for improvement but he doesn't lunge at&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; motorcycle. That qualifies as a marked improvement too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm rather pleased with the results after using it for just 7 days. I don't know if it's&amp;nbsp;all the Flowers' credit, but what I'm sure is&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; the Flowers did calm him down, we could&amp;nbsp;be more successful with the behavior modification exercises we had been&amp;nbsp;trying to do&amp;nbsp;with him all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afterall, it takes a calm&amp;nbsp;mind&amp;nbsp;to think and make good choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For that he gets an extra this for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5804755/2/istockphoto_5804755-chicken-cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5804755/2/istockphoto_5804755-chicken-cartoon.jpg" width="248" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-95277407446245394?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/95277407446245394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/7th-day-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/95277407446245394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/95277407446245394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/7th-day-review.html' title='The 7th Day Review'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-4302376840730725205</id><published>2009-11-28T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:45:15.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>We went for our&amp;nbsp;morning walk at Kent Ridge park. It was rather uneventful. He did his usual chase games with Braun and then walked the rest of the park off lead. We met some park goers&amp;nbsp;and some joggers. He was really calm about that. One more brownie point for the black dog! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I brought him to the gas station. We could have left at no&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; timing than the same time the postman arrives. He &lt;em&gt;absolutely&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;HATEs&lt;/strong&gt; the postman's scooter. Oh, that's an &lt;em&gt;understatement&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in his crate by the time the postman restarted his scooter but the racket he made in the crate, you would have thought he was fighting&amp;nbsp;a tiger in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow he&amp;nbsp;was already&amp;nbsp;so worked up by the&amp;nbsp;scooter that by the time we reached the gas station ;which was just a minute away; he&amp;nbsp;started barking at the poor gas station attendant. That's Tristan for you. Once he gets stressed, he becomes indiscriminate. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flowers 0 : Scooter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/3995063656/" title="IMG_3078 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_3078" height="333" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/3995063656_10d1eac0a5.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, did I mention this poor boy got electrocuted at Botanical Gardens during our evening walk? &lt;em&gt;Ewwww!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-4302376840730725205?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4302376840730725205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/4302376840730725205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/4302376840730725205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/3995063656_10d1eac0a5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-6246727951555399433</id><published>2009-11-27T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:50:06.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Apologize for the lack of updates. We have had a long weekend, and you know how that is, too many things to do, too little time! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened today though. Perhaps because it was a holiday, or perhaps because we finally have a long stretch of good weather, we went for our usual evening walk at West Coast Park and there were tons of dogs around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, I exaggerate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Not really tons but you know, compared to the&amp;nbsp;number of dogs we see on a normal day in West Coast Park;&amp;nbsp;especially to a dog like Tristan; it probably looked a &lt;strong&gt;TON&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan behaved really well.&amp;nbsp;He didn't pull or lunge towards them and once I whip out a cookie, the dogs might as well not exist. This would totally not be possible a week ago! (This I am&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; exaggerating) We always thought that food could never distract Tristan away from something he's locked his eyes on ;dogs or otherwise; because he's not a very food driven dog but I've come to realize that that might not be completely true. It could be that during those times his stress levels&amp;nbsp;were so way&amp;nbsp;up the roof that the food might as well not be there. He just couldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An off lead Schnauzer came by to sniff his hinders. He turned his head and tried &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; hard to walk away. The persistant guy followed. Tristan was visibly upset but he didn't do anything. He just kept &lt;em&gt;looking at&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (cue the party poppers!!!) while I, his&amp;nbsp;ineffectual&amp;nbsp;owner kept trying to alert&amp;nbsp;the offender's owners that my dog ain't exactly appreciating their pooch's over-friendliness.&amp;nbsp;Finally Tristan turned back and delivered a&amp;nbsp;warning growl to the dog, at which point, the&amp;nbsp;owners finally came to their senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God no further harm was done. I know it might not look huge for some&amp;nbsp;readers out there but&amp;nbsp;credit is where credit's due. We are talking about Tristan here,&amp;nbsp;a dog who used to run&amp;nbsp;away to beat up dogs unprovoked. He isn't the most patient or good tempered dog out there, and what he could do in this case with the Schnauzer did not&amp;nbsp;come naturally to him I'm sure. It does takes&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALOT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For that I'm really really proud of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good&amp;nbsp;boy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/4000821543/" title="IMG_4240 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4240" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/4000821543_e0700675a6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-6246727951555399433?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6246727951555399433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/6246727951555399433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/6246727951555399433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2579/4000821543_e0700675a6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-1757675356792758176</id><published>2009-11-26T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T05:53:15.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - 7:00AM</title><content type='html'>Today we went to Kent Ridge park for our morning walk instead of&amp;nbsp;our usual, West Coast park, for a change. Less&amp;nbsp;park goers&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; more joggers at close proximity because there are limited pathways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his usual chase games with Braun, he got to walk off leash for the rest of the park. We had a few joggers come from behind rather fast and he was perfectly fine. &lt;strong&gt;YAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met 2 dogs on the top of the hill. A male Golden and a female Malinois. The owner said the male Golden is friendly but not the female Malinois. I led him towards the Golden but he didn't want to go near him and kept turning his back to the guy and staring at me. I think he wasn't comfortable with the male but yet he didn't want to confront him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good boy, Tristan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/3248896651/" title="SNC00528 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="SNC00528" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3108/3248896651_b87acb5fb0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-1757675356792758176?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1757675356792758176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-5-700am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/1757675356792758176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/1757675356792758176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-5-700am.html' title='Day 5 - 7:00AM'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3108/3248896651_b87acb5fb0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-1566593490347363928</id><published>2009-11-25T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:41:10.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - 7:00PM</title><content type='html'>We didn't go for our 6:00pm walk today because I was&amp;nbsp;completely stressed out trying to find a&amp;nbsp;temporary foster&amp;nbsp;for a lost/abandoned Golden Retriever before 9:00pm! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend found the poor chap&amp;nbsp;wandering aimlessly in the park without a collar.&amp;nbsp;She asked around the entire estate where&amp;nbsp;she found him&amp;nbsp;if anyone knows the dog or lost a dog, but yielded no success. At&amp;nbsp;which point, she was totally desperate&amp;nbsp;and called me for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there goes our 6:00pm walk. But hey! It's not everyday you have 3 hours timeline to find a&amp;nbsp;roof for a Retreiver. Even if it's just temporal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the happy ending is, another friend of mine was&amp;nbsp;good to house Goldie for a while till we can (hopefully) find his owners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the time&amp;nbsp;we went&amp;nbsp;for our&amp;nbsp;7:00pm walk, I was completely exhausted. I have forgotten how it&amp;nbsp;feels to be working against a ticking clock and honestly, after yesterday, I'm glad those&amp;nbsp;are distant memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7:00pm walk was fairly uneventful. (Is that good news? :)) We went to the big green field and realized it had been taken over by night frisbee players, so we did our usual rounds round the park. By the time we were done with our rounds, the night frisbee players have left and so I off leashed him for his nightly run. All went well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving the park, we met the Labrador (the one he didn't spot the day before) rather oddly. We had stopped by the side of the walkway because a lady approached us to pet the dogs. So whilst in conversation,&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;Lab&amp;nbsp;and his owner sneaked by us. And I mean &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sneak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! The walkway was left with barely walking distance for a human, much less a &lt;em&gt;BIG&lt;/em&gt; dog and a human.&amp;nbsp;I am trying very hard not be mean here, but you know, there were aplenty of walking area infront and behind us and the walkway we stopped at was not&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;a critical junction to get to any specific place, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;did she have to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OF COURSE&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;her dog tried to lunge at my dog. &lt;strong&gt;OF COURSE&lt;/strong&gt; her dog was choked back on his&amp;nbsp;choke chain and had his poor breath taken away. Sometimes it&amp;nbsp;just maddens&amp;nbsp;me why dogs have to suffer for the stupidity of their owners. &lt;em&gt;Oh well.... &lt;/em&gt;As for Tristan, he was not as calm as I would like him to be. He wasn't really lunging towards the Labrador, but he did got excited and started pulling towards him. I have no idea if he just wanted to make friends or what and I guess with an owner&amp;nbsp;like Lab's, we might never find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've&amp;nbsp;come to notice&amp;nbsp;that these days&amp;nbsp;Tristan&amp;nbsp;displays&amp;nbsp;pretty much 2&amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp;reactions&amp;nbsp;when he meets his fellow canine species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He pulls towards the location the dog has been&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the dog&amp;nbsp;has left and sniff! -&amp;nbsp;Anybody has any idea what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) He pulls towards the location while&amp;nbsp;the dog&amp;nbsp;is still there.&amp;nbsp;But once he gets within&amp;nbsp;30 centimetres or so of the dog, he will&amp;nbsp;come right back to me and completely ignore the dog thereafter. Even &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the dog was still standing right infront of him - Personally, I think that is his self control working here&amp;nbsp;to avoid confrontation with the other dog. Cause when he gets back, he will not even look at the dog and only stares intently at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, (1) was exactly&amp;nbsp;what happened with Labby and 2 other Shih Tzus we met later on during&amp;nbsp;the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really tell if the Flowers make him calmer or not today. I was exhausted and also worried for this guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep him in your prayers today, yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/Sw4oDsD_cSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MDKgk2ULg8U/s1600/goldie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/Sw4oDsD_cSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MDKgk2ULg8U/s400/goldie.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-1566593490347363928?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1566593490347363928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-4-700pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/1566593490347363928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/1566593490347363928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-4-700pm.html' title='Day 4 - 7:00PM'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/Sw4oDsD_cSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MDKgk2ULg8U/s72-c/goldie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-4761376295914190733</id><published>2009-11-25T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:33:50.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - 7.00AM</title><content type='html'>We did our usual morning walk at the park&amp;nbsp;@6.30AM (that is&amp;nbsp;just 6hours after&amp;nbsp;his last walk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good weather and he just had his morning dose of Flowers. Maybe that explains his good mood. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got to do his usual play-chase thingy with Braun for about 10-15mins in the&amp;nbsp;big green field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I let him walk off leash for about 100metres or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked past about 5 - 6 different sets of joggers. No problem. I saw a bicycle coming fast at us and I didn't want to risk it so I leashed him up. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help him succeed. Help him succeed.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;That's our recent training philosophy. Although I know this mantra is&amp;nbsp;being frowned on by traditional trainers, but the more I think about it,&amp;nbsp;the more it&amp;nbsp;makes complete sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punishment suppresses behavior. Reinforcement&amp;nbsp;builds behavior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leashed him and&amp;nbsp;we continued walking. The bicycle came really close&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; fast towards us. Why speed in a park where there are joggers and people and...... dogs? I always wonder. &lt;em&gt;Anyhow I digress&lt;/em&gt;. I held my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;He glanced at it and&amp;nbsp;then get this.&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;turned his little head towards me and gave me the sweetest&amp;nbsp;(in my opinion) "What should I do now?" look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AWWWWWWWW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! I was so proud of him I almost threw a party for him there and then!&amp;nbsp;At that moment in time,&amp;nbsp;honestly I don't care if it's the Flowers working&amp;nbsp;or if it's the placebo effect of me having more confidence in him since the Flowers therapy&amp;nbsp;OR if it's the long term result of constant shoving of cookies into his face whenever a bicycle goes past us at the park, but what I do know is,&amp;nbsp;at that moment, we tasted victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small but nevertheless honey maple-syrupy sweet victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this and have a dog who is naturally calm and collected and he or she has absolutely no interest in fast moving objects, maybe&amp;nbsp;you wonder if I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. That's ok. I understand that you don't understand but that does not negate a single bit the great&amp;nbsp;leap&amp;nbsp;this little furball beside me has just made with the&amp;nbsp;an emotion which has eluded us forever. Self Control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOWWEE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still in awe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if he can do the same with motorcycles, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will throw a party for him. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/3994291411/" title="IMG_3067 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_3067" height="333" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3994291411_5e0f4628ae.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-4761376295914190733?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4761376295914190733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-4-700am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/4761376295914190733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/4761376295914190733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-4-700am.html' title='Day 4 - 7.00AM'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3994291411_5e0f4628ae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-1738081515809432708</id><published>2009-11-24T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:30:11.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - 7.00PM</title><content type='html'>Today Tristan got 2 walks in the evening. Once when I get home at 6:00pm and another at 7.00pm when the car comes home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be the modus operandi for now, at least for the near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rationale behind that is 2 fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Outside condo walk at 6PM - After consciously keeping him away from motorcycles for months (to the best of our abilities), it's time to slowly introduce him to his "sheep". There's no better way than the road right infront of the condo at 6PM. This arrangement will&amp;nbsp;allow me a chance to assess&amp;nbsp;whether the Flowers&amp;nbsp;are doing anything for his motorcycle obsession&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;(hopefully) an opportunity to re-train an alternative behavior for meeting his nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Walk in the park at 7PM&amp;nbsp;- which is his usual - will stay because it's a relatively longer walk&amp;nbsp;without motorcycles within 30CM, which equates to, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&amp;nbsp;relaxing walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This walk will also give him the opportunity to meet dogs, joggers and bicycles, objects which have at&amp;nbsp;various junctures irritate him to bits.&amp;nbsp;Best of all,&amp;nbsp;if he stays really really calm during the walk, he gets the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jackpot reward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of playing chase with Braun in the big field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm happy to report that during the&amp;nbsp;6PM walk this evening, he did really well. Oh well, at least&amp;nbsp;better than I could have expected a week ago.&amp;nbsp;He was still aroused at the sound of motorcycles but when I&amp;nbsp;called him, he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COULD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;turn away and divert his attention to me. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the 7PM walk, again, like this morning, there was a dog. Again he ignored it. Though (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGAIN!!!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm not completely sure if he spotted him. This is&amp;nbsp;a labrador we meet on a rather frequent basis in this park and he does try to pull towards him every time. I was sure he could see him from his peripheral vision but he didn't react at all and kept his gaze intently on me (or the cookies - but honestly who cares).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope springs alive. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your fingers crossed for this little guy. Won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/3310917260/" title="IMG_8823 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_8823" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3529/3310917260_862265aae6.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-1738081515809432708?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1738081515809432708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-3-700pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/1738081515809432708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/1738081515809432708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-3-700pm.html' title='Day 3 - 7.00PM'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3529/3310917260_862265aae6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-4424352327056170903</id><published>2009-11-24T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:24:47.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - 7:00AM</title><content type='html'>We went for our daily morning walk @West Coast Park. For the first time in as many weeks, the floor is &lt;strong&gt;DRY&lt;/strong&gt;! Thank God! We met a husky. Not sure if it's a male or female. He didn't really bother about the dog (To be fair, he might not have seen him, since the cookie on my hand was probably more tempting). That said,&amp;nbsp;Tristan used to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO STRESSED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at walks&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;if there was a motorcycle or a dog in sight that&amp;nbsp;you could literally throw a slab of ribs in his face and he wouldn't have noticed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his neuter surgery awhile back though, I did notice he could&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;look momentarily away from dogs if the cookie on my hand was tempting enough. That said, he still struggled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he didn't look at the dog &lt;strong&gt;AT ALL&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers 1. Dogs 0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question remains. Is it the mysterious powers of the flowers working (already)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did the flowers manage to calm him down enough so that his little head could at least process the information that the cookie was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;better choice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;than ripping off his windpipe by his own collar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his good effort, he gets to free run. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/4129777267/" title="IMG_4405-rev by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4405-rev" height="400" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2795/4129777267_c399fb4773.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-4424352327056170903?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4424352327056170903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-3-700am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/4424352327056170903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/4424352327056170903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-3-700am.html' title='Day 3 - 7:00AM'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2795/4129777267_c399fb4773_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-6227001857557182362</id><published>2009-11-23T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:04:53.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>We went for our evening walk outside the condo instead of the park because the car was not at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWENTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Read TWO ZEROS!!!) motorcycles &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; past us at close proximity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a walk to hell and back, that 20 metres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan did rather well today considering that it wasn't completely&amp;nbsp;event free. But this &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tristan &lt;strong&gt;WITH&lt;/strong&gt; motorcycles we are talking about. You need to see it to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add coal to the&amp;nbsp;fire,&amp;nbsp;these days I have consciously kept him away from motorcycles because I didn't want the whole "sight-a-motorcycle-lunges-for-your-life" routine to become an entrenched habit whilst I'm in the midst of searching for ways to manage that unhealthy obsession of his. Trust me, those twenty motorcycles zooming past &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right in front&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of his eyes unleashed a&amp;nbsp;monster who has returned for blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately none was shed though I did come off the&amp;nbsp;walk with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a few&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; scratch marks when an absolute idiotic bike decides to REV his engine 30cm away from us, beside a really busy bus stop. It was scaring bus commuters OR the leg. I guess the leg goes this time round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm rather pleased that of the other 19motorbikes, he was able to NOT lunge for them when I yell "COOKIE". That would have been totally impossible a week ago. So,&amp;nbsp;maybe slowly ;painstakingly slowly; the flowers are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope so. Cause I'm sure somewhere between the 1st metre and the 19th bike, I looked like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/animatedtv/1/0/4/m/simp2006_Marge_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://z.about.com/d/animatedtv/1/0/4/m/simp2006_Marge_f.jpg" width="217" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-6227001857557182362?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6227001857557182362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/6227001857557182362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/6227001857557182362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-2322909442728660228</id><published>2009-11-22T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:08:10.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Today is a Sunny Sunday! Pun intended because that's very very rare these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for our normal walks. Not much of an episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan did not explode towards any jogger, bicycle&amp;nbsp;or any moving object. Even though we had some bicycles coming exceptionally close to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good sign! Is it the mysterious flowers working its magic yet? Hmmm... I think it's too early to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, as a reward, we brought him to expand some energy in his favourite activity. Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/4031621290/" title="IMG_4673 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_4673" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3519/4031621290_e6446c6f3e.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-2322909442728660228?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2322909442728660228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-1_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/2322909442728660228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/2322909442728660228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-1_22.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3519/4031621290_e6446c6f3e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-7783326806876988192</id><published>2009-11-21T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:23:29.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I receive the Bach Flowers "concoction" from Linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after much consultation with &lt;a href="http://www.pawsitivesensations.com/"&gt;Zoe&lt;/a&gt;, Here's what our sweet little guy will be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individual bottle : Beech, Chicory, Vervain, Rescue Remedy&lt;br /&gt;Mixing&amp;nbsp;bottle: Mimulus, Red Chestnut and Vine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 drops of the individual flowers. 6-7 drops of the mixing bottle. 3 times a day. 7 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about intense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this face. Can you tell he's got so many demons in his little head? I can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/4003079321/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="IMG_1691 by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1691" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/4003079321_10b944594f.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-7783326806876988192?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7783326806876988192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-its-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/7783326806876988192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/7783326806876988192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-its-here.html' title='Finally!!!'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2474/4003079321_10b944594f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8633096574687913667.post-5065144415323928181</id><published>2009-11-20T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:02:29.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristan and his flowers - how it all started</title><content type='html'>This is a story about a&amp;nbsp;dog - my dog to be specific - named Tristan. Just 18months ago, he was a teeny weeny pup with the most glorious face and a wonderful temperament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, growing pains are well, painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 18months on, our little guy has shown obvious signs of rebellion against this urban jungle. He likes his quiet and his big land, and as&amp;nbsp;much as we try, there's only that&amp;nbsp;much of the urban sights and sounds you can avoid in this tiny city island we live in. He still has to share the roads with other cars and&lt;strong&gt; *gasp!*&lt;/strong&gt; motorcycles.&amp;nbsp;He still has to share his park with other people (however late or early it&amp;nbsp;is!). He still has to share his humans with other dogs and people. And believe me you, this little guy isn't good at sharing. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at the top of his list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates&amp;nbsp;- and that's an understatement -&amp;nbsp;this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gomediazine.com/wp-content/images/2008/11/pin-up_motorcycle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://www.gomediazine.com/wp-content/images/2008/11/pin-up_motorcycle.jpg" width="320" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea when it started to hit him, but much to our woes, he has&amp;nbsp;come to call them "his sheep". And true to his herding instincts, he can't stop herding them! I've never seen such intensity in him before. He doesn't even care about running children or balls or chickens, but the sound &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sight of a motorbike can set&amp;nbsp;him up to such a frenzy a ruptured windpipe is on the cards&amp;nbsp;if we don't get this sorted out&amp;nbsp;anytime soon.&amp;nbsp;And so a 20metres&amp;nbsp;stroll outside the condo to relieve himself can literally turn into a dance with the devil. The only question is who gets killed in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on our list&amp;nbsp;is this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchandtrain.com/dogtraining/sitefiles/1000/dog_aggression_mistakes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.watchandtrain.com/dogtraining/sitefiles/1000/dog_aggression_mistakes.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or any guy dog for that matter. This is&amp;nbsp;likely a grown up boy problem.&amp;nbsp;He's gotten much better after his diamonds were removed awhile back, but I waited too long. And old habits die hard. Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much research ;while&amp;nbsp;trying to avoid as much of the&amp;nbsp;traditional drug therapy as possible; I've decided to give this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bachflower.com/Pets.htm"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1258959329791"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alternative solution&lt;span id="goog_1258959329792"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a shot. I don't know how it will pen out, but at this stage, as long as it's nothing too intrusive, I'm ready to give it a try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your dog become a stressed ball once out of the door is, believe me you, not a very&amp;nbsp;happy feeling. Assuming you do&amp;nbsp;care about&amp;nbsp;your dog&amp;nbsp;and know innately that he did not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be stressed out&amp;nbsp;(if he can help it)&amp;nbsp;and in turn stress you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such's life. You win some you lose some. This little&amp;nbsp;boy in his young life has taught&amp;nbsp;me so much and has forced&amp;nbsp;me to learn and re-learn the word "Patience". Who would have guess a little cute flurry ball has all that powers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision to&amp;nbsp;try the Bach flowers&amp;nbsp;remedy on&amp;nbsp;him is the reason for the birth of this blog. It&amp;nbsp;is intended as&amp;nbsp;a journal of&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;daily victories and failures as we go through this a step at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joural-ing will&amp;nbsp;help us track his progress (or lack of) in its most honest&amp;nbsp;manner and who knows, in due course,&amp;nbsp;it might just help someone out there who&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;experiencing&amp;nbsp;similar challenges with their canine buddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it&amp;nbsp;does not matter who you are or how you've come to know us, if you are here on an accidental or intentional "linked" visit,&amp;nbsp; enjoy yourself reading about our daily&amp;nbsp;trials and&amp;nbsp;tribulations with&amp;nbsp;"tristan's flowers". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&amp;nbsp;I'll leave you with a picture&amp;nbsp;of the fluffy furball who has brought this blog to pass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77191392@N00/2548656190/" title="checking bailey out by claudianjanet, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="checking bailey out" height="400" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3165/2548656190_a62b3a7f57.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later, xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8633096574687913667-5065144415323928181?l=tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5065144415323928181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/tristan-and-his-flowers-introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/5065144415323928181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8633096574687913667/posts/default/5065144415323928181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristanbachflowerschronicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/tristan-and-his-flowers-introduction.html' title='Tristan and his flowers - how it all started'/><author><name>Tristan and Braun</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZSOybsBp3g/SvE_cE0FkWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QXTxVrf1OGY/s1600-R/4033607321_a0e98c0b69_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3165/2548656190_a62b3a7f57_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
