Danielle Sullivan, a mom of three, has worked as a writer and editor in the parenting world for over 10 years. Danielle also writes about pets and parenting for Disney’sBabble.com. Find her on her blog,Some Puppy To Love,Twitter, or Facebook.
Our black Lab, Django, and our Chihuahua, Hayley, have been pretty spoiled this summer. There is usually someone home at any given time for them to play with, hang out with outside or to hand off a treat here and there. I was just thinking about how dramatically their worlds will change when our kids head back to school.
As my kids are in grammar school, high school and college, our schedules have just changed at the speed of lighting. The once-lazy days of hanging poolside with a barbecue going have been replaced by fast-paced mornings and hectic evenings. The dogs won’t likely receive much affection each day until late afternoon.
Hayley is about 10-years-old, and she does fine on her own if left to her own devices. Django, on the other hand, is three-years-old and a total mush. She loves nothing more than hanging out with her people, and as long as she is with us, she’s perfectly happy. As it turns out, that may problematic.
Guest blogger Sandy De Lisle has a Masters of Science degree in education and has served as a classroom teacher, science museum programmer and program manager for the End Dogfighting in Chicago campaign. She is Senior Manager of Content Development for ASPCApro.
In 1987 high school student Jennifer Graham blazed the way for student choice in classroom dissection, suing her school district after she received a failing grade for refusing to dissect a frog.
Now, thanks to Jennifer, 11 states guarantee students the right to refuse to dissect animals. I wish I had been as brave as Jennifer when I was in high school. Instead, I suffered through a frog, crayfish and fetal pig dissection—though surely I didn’t suffer as much as the animals my lab partner and I dissected.
Had it not been for those dissections, there is a good chance I would have majored in biology in college. However, I couldn’t bear the thought of having to cut into more animals—especially cats. So, as a student with an interest in animals—living animals—I focused on earth and environmental sciences.
When I graduated with a certification to teach middle school science, I vowed not to do dissection in my classroom—and I didn’t. Now, my three sons are faced with the dissection decision. Neither of my older sons chose to dissect, though they each handled the situation differently—one asked to be excused and was given an alternative, and the other opted to stay in the class but not perform the dissection. My youngest son is in elementary school and has not yet faced this decision.
How can you help a child faced with upcoming classroom dissection activities?
Educate yourself about dissection and its alternatives—and have your child do the same. Luckily, things have changed a lot since I was in school and there are many options available.
Find out if your child’s school conducts dissections. Most dissections occur in middle and high school, though some elementary schools may do so as well.
Check your state’s laws to see if you live in a student choice state. Even if you do, some teachers may not be aware of the law, so you may need to advocate for your child.
Long before the dissection, respectfully let your child’s teacher know that your son or daughter will not be participating. If your child is older and would like to speak to the teacher alone, I suggest first having your child practice what he will say with you.
Commend your child for having empathy for animals.
Has your child’s class participated in animal dissection? How did you and your child respond? Please share in the comments.
Adjusting to life post-maternity leave was a struggle. We encountered day care drama and I fought to find the energy to get everything done.
One day, all the pieces came together for my husband, Matt, and me. We even made our bed. I felt like Super Parent with a milk-stained, sparkly cape.
That was until I returned home and pulled back the covers on the bed. Screams and panic followed. There in the center of the bed was a Lake Superior-sized puddle of yellow dog pee, and it reeked. Mr. Happy, our dog, had not only urinated all over the bed and pillows, but also had the chutzpah and talent to somehow get the blankets back to look like the bed was still made.
Occasional canine bladder accidents come with dog ownership. But when is it normal behavior versus cause for medical concern? Frequent dog urination can range from medical or behavior issues to the failure to spay or neuter your pets. Your veterinarian is a key partner in addressing frequent dog urination, and the ASPCA website offers fantastic information on dog marking. Solving the problem is often a simple fix (pardon the pun), and low-cost spay/neuter services are offered in many communities.
Our situation fell on the more serious side. After Mr. Happy engaged in other destructive behaviors, our vet referred us to a board-certified veterinarian behaviorist. We learned that Mr. Happy's urination was a byproduct of separation anxiety. Our beloved dog had grown accustomed to having someone at home, and was devastated when his humans left him for the day. Our behaviorist developed a treatment plan, which we continue to tweak based on Mr. Happy's mood. Separation anxiety impacts many animals, and it is important to consult a medical professional so you can get the best help for your pet.
Guest Blogger Emily Cappo is a writer and blogger at Oh Boy Mom. She is a mom to three boys and one girl dog named Matilda, a sweet and cuddly Labradoodle. Matilda and Emily are also a certified pet therapy team.
We recently discovered we have a bunny living in our backyard who seems to be separated from her parents. We could be completely wrong about her solo lifestyle, but we haven’t seen any mama or papa rabbits around.
We were fascinated by watching her tiny body hop around the yard. Soon after her arrival, she discovered my husband’s precious landscaping and now spends much of her day munching on all of our plants. While we’d prefer she find some carrots a la Bugs Bunny, we are compassionate animal lovers and continue to let her feast on our backyard buffet.
This adorable scene continued day after day until Matilda, our exuberant Labradoodle, noticed our little visitor from the nearby window.
Like many dogs, Matilda is a squirrel fanatic. She watches them intently from inside the house and as soon as we slide that back door open, the chase is on. We don’t worry too much about this because squirrels are fast and can climb trees in a hurry.
However, a baby rabbit is a different story. She could hop around, but did she have the speed to escape a crazed dog? We weren’t so sure.
We became very careful about letting Matilda out in the yard, always scanning the shrubbery before opening the back door. This worked okay until one day one of our kids opened the door and Matilda darted after the bunny as fast as her long Labradoodle legs would carry her.
Luckily, the bunny did not become Matilda’s play toy—she either ran down a hole, or scampered away through the thick bushes. But, we still worried about the next time Matilda spotted the bunny, who may not be so fortunate for round two.
Our backyard is fenced in so while Matilda can’t get out, the bunny is small enough to squeeze through or burrow underneath. And that seems to be what she did, because we haven’t seen her in a few days.
She’s likely living next door now, sticking her tongue out at Matilda from the other side of the fence saying, “nah, nah, nah, nah.”
As for Matilda, she’s still holding out hope that the bunny will come back and be her “friend.”
When I wake up in the morning, before my brain can register what day of the week it is, my ears ring with the sounds of:
Diva, my 10-year-old, egg-laying cockatiel, tweeting and “dancing” in her cage to the oldies station;
Mr. Happy, my 6-year-old rescue dog, who suffers from many forms of anxiety, barking for someone to throw his favorite duck toy; and
My 2-year-old toddler, negotiating potty training and screaming that it’s time for her to feed Diva and Mr. Happy.
All of this happens before 6:15 A.M. I’m Erin, and my home resembles Times Square. It is loud, busy, exciting and sometimes smells like an overturned garbage truck on a hot day. Are my husband, Matt, and I off our rockers for embracing this lifestyle? Probably. We do have a daily pill sorter for our dog, after all. As my answers to frequently asked questions explain below, we can’t imagine living our lives any other way.
Q: Doesn’t having a small child and multiple pets make you crazy?
A: Craziness is all relative. There are plenty of things in the world that are crazier than having both small children and pets—would you cancel a trip to the park for your child or pet to burn off some energy due to a slight chance of rain? I don’t think so.
Q: You have a lot of living things to keep happy. How do you get it all done?
A: Delegation! My pets and toddler often entertain each other. Think of all the fun, interactive games you can play as an interspecies family, such as an updated version of a classic game called, “Clue: What Did I Just Step In?” Watch the whole family gather at scene of the crime to uncover the mystery. Keep in mind, the one family member or pet who is hiding during this game is mostly likely the prime suspect.
Q: If you could do it all again, would you?
A: You bet! Rewind to 2004, when Matt and I brought home our bird, Diva. Even if I knew then what I know now—the mess, the noise and the smells – I would still make the same decision. They’ve all taught me important life lessons ranging from remembering to smile and dance to being sure to give unconditionally.
When we first adopted Mr. Happy, a trainer said he had no hope of getting over his fear of dogs. Guess what? You can teach an old dog new tricks. To me, a beautiful image is not a sunset—it is seeing your dog walk right next to another dog after going through weeks of specialized training.
I’m excited to team-up with ASPCA Parents to share the wonders of pet ownership and raising young children. Stay tuned for next month’s post, when I share what’s worse than having a horse’s head in your bed. Don’t worry—no animals were harmed in the process!