<?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-4928992180757077976</id><updated>2011-09-17T22:39:46.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honor The Dog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-4228083593431575998</id><published>2011-09-17T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:39:46.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Has Moved!</title><content type='html'>Just want to let you know, that I've moved this blog here:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://honorthedog.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://honorthedog.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to keep up to date on what's going on, come on by and visit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-4228083593431575998?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4228083593431575998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-has-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/4228083593431575998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/4228083593431575998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-has-moved.html' title='Blog Has Moved!'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-4488649336406336126</id><published>2011-09-08T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T15:23:58.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protecting That Which Matters Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHJQTHE60Dk/TmkK7ldgdnI/AAAAAAAAALc/3hrKANFgFoM/s1600/reloaded2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHJQTHE60Dk/TmkK7ldgdnI/AAAAAAAAALc/3hrKANFgFoM/s320/reloaded2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650059226297431666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In The Matrix Reloaded, there is a scene when Neo, the story's main protagonist, meets Seraph, the protector and guardian of the Oracle.  The scene unfolds like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seraph&lt;/b&gt;: You seek the Oracle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neo&lt;/b&gt;: Who are you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seraph&lt;/b&gt;: I am Seraph.  I can take you to her.  But first, I must apologize.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neo&lt;/b&gt;: For what?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seraph&lt;/b&gt;: For this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At this point Seraph attacks Neo and a fight ensues between them.  And just as quickly as it had begun, it stops, and the conversation continues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seraph&lt;/b&gt;: The Oracle has many enemies, I had to be sure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neo&lt;/b&gt;: Of what?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seraph&lt;/b&gt;: That you were The One.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neo&lt;/b&gt;: You could've just asked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seraph&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;You do not truly know someone until you fight them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So what does this scene and dialogue from a movie have to do with dogs?  A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Let me start by saying that NDT isn't for the weak of heart.  To fully commit to the process requires strength of heart and character, and a readiness to explore the uncharted regions of the emotional landscape of both your dog and yourself.  Because once you open up the Pandora's Box of unresolved emotion that lives in the heart of your dog, there is no going back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This process isn't about dog training, or even relationship building.  It's about truth.  Finding and uncovering the deep hidden truths that are cloaked under the surface of our personalities.  Personality is a lie.  It's a well-intended lie, but it is still a lie.  And no one can see through that lie as easily as your dog.  The truth, YOUR truth, lies inside him, ready and waiting to be discovered.  But you have to be ready to fight for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After the fight is over, Seraph takes Neo to the Oracle, and Neo asks him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neo&lt;/b&gt;: Are you a programmer? (Seraph shakes his head no)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neo&lt;/b&gt;: Then what are you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seraph&lt;/b&gt;: (pauses then faces Neo) &lt;b&gt;I protect that which matters most.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Your dog is your Seraph.  He protects and keeps safe that which matters most.  That is his role, and as all dogs do, he takes on that role with relentless passion and commitment.  The problem is that we often misread and misunderstand his passion, believing that he is the one who needs to change.  But it is us who need to change.  It is us who need to embrace and embody his passion and fire.  His commitment and determination to protect that which is sacred.  To protect that which matters most.  Your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-4488649336406336126?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4488649336406336126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-do-not-truly-know-someone-until-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/4488649336406336126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/4488649336406336126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-do-not-truly-know-someone-until-you.html' title='Protecting That Which Matters Most'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHJQTHE60Dk/TmkK7ldgdnI/AAAAAAAAALc/3hrKANFgFoM/s72-c/reloaded2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-8565908832361727852</id><published>2011-08-24T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T13:13:52.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does Ayrton Senna Have To Do With Dogs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnhnlSjqUvo/TlVajeo_K1I/AAAAAAAAALU/F85GKVmio5w/s1600/senna_93_brazil.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnhnlSjqUvo/TlVajeo_K1I/AAAAAAAAALU/F85GKVmio5w/s320/senna_93_brazil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644517273545681746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;Ayrton Senna was arguably the greatest Formula One driver to walk the face of the earth.  That is the opinion of many including myself.  However, even if one disputes this opinion, it is inarguable that once the rain started to fall, he was untouchable.  One only needs to watch his performance on the first lap of the 1993 European Grand Prix to see just how great he was.  Click the link if you want to see the man in action.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MAvSZPHSZ4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MAvSZPHSZ4&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So why am I talking about a race car driver on a dog blog?  For one, I love Formula One, and any chance I get to talk about Ayrton Senna, who is my favorite driver of all time, is an opportunity I'll take.  Secondly, and more important to whoever is reading this, I've been reading the book The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein, which is about a dog and his owner who is a race car driver.  And there was a quote from the book that inspired me and brought me here.  "That which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So what does that mean?  This quote was by one of the characters in the book as he described the approach a driver must take when racing in the wet.  And what he was referring to is the notion that the driver who excels in the rain is one who doesn't drive in fear of it.  Most drivers will drive apprehensively, afraid of losing control of the car.  But the driver who excels in the rain does the opposite.  He creates his own destiny by initiating the loss of control, rather than constantly fighting the car trying to be in control of it.  By proactively triggering the car to slide around, the car's behavior then becomes predictable and manageable.  Always trying to fight what the car naturally wants to do in the wet, makes it unpredictable, unwieldy, and likely to snap on you.  The difference between driving from your head and driving from your heart.  Senna was the epitome of a man who drove from his heart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you live with your dog in fear of his energy, always fighting him, trying to keep him in check and under control, then you can never manifest the outcome you desire.  But if you can initiate the loss of control, letting your dog express his energy and embrace his natural wild nature, then his behavior becomes predictable.  A predictability that can only come by letting go of the reigns.  You have to lose control to be in control.  Such are dogs and such is life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-8565908832361727852?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8565908832361727852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-does-ayrton-senna-have-to-do-with.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/8565908832361727852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/8565908832361727852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-does-ayrton-senna-have-to-do-with.html' title='What Does Ayrton Senna Have To Do With Dogs?'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wnhnlSjqUvo/TlVajeo_K1I/AAAAAAAAALU/F85GKVmio5w/s72-c/senna_93_brazil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-872154414260656791</id><published>2011-05-28T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:01:46.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackie and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Summer is coming here in the northwest, and that means long, gorgeous days.  I'm lucky and blessed to live in an area that isn't too crowded and is within walking distance to the beach.  So I took advantage of it and took Jackie with me to watch the sunset and the ferry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24346223?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;autoplay=1" width="398" height="224" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4928992180757077976-872154414260656791?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/872154414260656791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2011/05/jackie-and-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/872154414260656791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/872154414260656791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2011/05/jackie-and-me.html' title='Jackie and Me'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-7641744005863632116</id><published>2011-04-26T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:14:54.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Dog Is Your Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9a2EHkU4JX0/TbZw3mhG9aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ji_3nnerL4/s1600/book-jacket.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9a2EHkU4JX0/TbZw3mhG9aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ji_3nnerL4/s320/book-jacket.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599787287216321954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lqZjw2wh8ck/TbZwbZEKl9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Vr3Cx7U1eJU/s1600/book-jacket.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the late 80s, early 90s, Kevin Behan published the book Natural Dog Training.  It was a complete and total paradigm shift in the world of dogs, as Kevin's theory was based on the notion that dogs are emotional beings.  Almost 20 years later, and Kevin has released a follow up to his seminal work, Your Dog Is Your Mirror.  It's a profound and provocative book that explores on a deep level the human dog connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to the Natural Dog Training website to learn more about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://naturaldogtraining.com/"&gt;http://naturaldogtraining.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4928992180757077976-7641744005863632116?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7641744005863632116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2011/04/your-dog-is-your-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/7641744005863632116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/7641744005863632116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2011/04/your-dog-is-your-mirror.html' title='Your Dog Is Your Mirror'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9a2EHkU4JX0/TbZw3mhG9aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9ji_3nnerL4/s72-c/book-jacket.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-1530791026048741263</id><published>2010-11-21T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:44:12.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/TOofJ5ZoMPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rWoNvzLDpbs/s1600/JackieHeeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/TOofJ5ZoMPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rWoNvzLDpbs/s400/JackieHeeling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542276546320412914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo my wife took of me working with Jackie on some heeling. &lt;div&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/4928992180757077976-1530791026048741263?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1530791026048741263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/11/heeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/1530791026048741263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/1530791026048741263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/11/heeling.html' title='Heeling'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/TOofJ5ZoMPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rWoNvzLDpbs/s72-c/JackieHeeling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-3804311771360079509</id><published>2010-07-23T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:15:26.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hessian Sees a Deer</title><content type='html'>Are you the emotional center of your dog's universe?  How would your dog respond when seeing a deer, a rabbit, a squirrel, or any other prey like being?  Would he bolt after it when it takes flight, or would he look to you for resolution.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch the linked video to see how Hessian, Kevin Behan's dog, reacts after seeing a deer on the Behan property.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are having trouble seeing the video here, click on this link to watch it on youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzRqiGrh-nQ&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzRqiGrh-nQ&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzRqiGrh-nQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzRqiGrh-nQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-3804311771360079509?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3804311771360079509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/07/hessian-sees-deer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/3804311771360079509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/3804311771360079509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/07/hessian-sees-deer.html' title='Hessian Sees a Deer'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-959886274667706715</id><published>2010-05-17T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:47:39.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebirth of a Terrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S_Itubrc5nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cHXXyqJWPo4/s1600/HappyRoxy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S_Itubrc5nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cHXXyqJWPo4/s400/HappyRoxy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472486772935812722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Roxy looks nowadays.  She used to be so stressed and anxious all the time.  Things aren't perfect for her yet.  But the transformation that's occurred has been amazing.  Will she ever be a completely calm, relaxed, easy going dog?  She's a terrier, so calm and relaxed are relative terms.  But when I see how she can just lie around outside in the sun and hang out with me with this look on her face it makes me feel so good knowing how far she's come.  Which of course means I've come pretty far too:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to add an update to this post by saying that Roxy is now SO much better about riding in the vehicle with me.  She used to be incredibly wound up and anxious, vibrating like crazy.  But I recently decided to see how she would do if I took her on a drive with me.  And she did AMAZING.  No whining....not even once!  She just sat down in her seat, and then rode shotgun with me the whole time, even deciding to start sniffing around the truck instead of getting fixated on what was going on outside.  We even drove by a dog, which did get her attention, but no whining or barking.  In the past this would have sent her into a frenzy of whining, lunging, spinning around, barking, and possibly even biting whoever is closest to her.  It's incredible to think that I was out with Roxy, just driving around like normal people do with their dogs every day.  It's such a small thing, yet the implications are enormous.  So now, not only can she just hang out with me calmly outside, but she can also ride shotgun with me too.  And since I love driving around in my truck, that's a good thing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4928992180757077976-959886274667706715?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/959886274667706715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/05/rebirth-of-terrier.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/959886274667706715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/959886274667706715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/05/rebirth-of-terrier.html' title='Rebirth of a Terrier'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S_Itubrc5nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cHXXyqJWPo4/s72-c/HappyRoxy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-4918590555035803599</id><published>2010-05-15T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:11:23.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gucci!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S-8N9O7H0CI/AAAAAAAAAIc/an3vJNiI9x8/s1600/Gucci1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S-8N9O7H0CI/AAAAAAAAAIc/an3vJNiI9x8/s400/Gucci1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471607417907695650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gucci, the Cocker Spaniel, and he was available for adoption at the shelter.  He is an absolute sweetheart, and would make anyone a perfect companion.  Amazing how many dogs like Gucci we get at the shelter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-4918590555035803599?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4918590555035803599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/05/gucci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/4918590555035803599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/4918590555035803599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/05/gucci.html' title='Gucci!'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S-8N9O7H0CI/AAAAAAAAAIc/an3vJNiI9x8/s72-c/Gucci1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-1513953554878693314</id><published>2010-05-15T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:12:49.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S-8JexVSs8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/5J49nvJZnC0/s1600/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S-8JexVSs8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/5J49nvJZnC0/s400/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471602496521810882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Saturday everybody! From me and my trusty sidekick. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-1513953554878693314?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1513953554878693314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/1513953554878693314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/1513953554878693314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-saturday.html' title='Happy Saturday'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S-8JexVSs8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/5J49nvJZnC0/s72-c/DSC00578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-766367573029672917</id><published>2010-05-10T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:11:29.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not  everyone is comfortable in the darkness and all the emotions and feelings that  are usually associated with it.  However I am very comfortable there.  I actually  find peace there.  Pain, anger, rage….these aren’t things that are foreign to me.  I’ve lived so much of my life with them hanging around me, that I no longer fear them.  Instead, I consider them my friends.  &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Death  came to my doorstep early in life, and though he did not come for me, he took a  piece of me when he left.  And though I feared my initial encounter with him,  and did not want to look him in the face, he did not leave me empty handed,  because he brought with him an old friend, and her name was Darkness.  &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It didn’t  take long for me to become very comfortable and intimate with this friend.  She became my constant companion while I navigated this world  lost and alone.  She took my hand and led me through the valley of my heart, and  there waiting for me, were anger and rage.  They welcomed me with open arms,  and I embraced them.  These new friends gave me access to a hidden, inner  world that had no boundaries.  And while in this world, I discovered a secret, a  hidden truth.  That all wisdom, everything we need to know, we already do.  We  are the owners of infinite wisdom and understanding, if we choose to visit those  places hidden deep inside us….and listen.  Rage gave me the power to open that door.  It allowed me to step into that unknown without fear.  And by  walking through the doorway that rage opened for me, I found truth and I found  myself.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dogs  are our mirrors and they reflect back at us who we really are.  They tap into  our deepest, most hidden emotions.  There’s no denying it.  That’s just what they do.  We can get into all kinds of theories of why that is, and  there are many, but few can argue this fact.  So if you have a dog that is  expressing his fear, his anger, his rage….is it really his feelings he’s expressing or yours? &lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When  you look at your dog, and you look through his eyes and look into his soul,  you’re really looking at yourself.  Because this being that sits before you, is  not “merely” a dog.  He is all your &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1273528547_0"&gt;hopes and fears&lt;/span&gt;.  All your anger and rage.  All your unfulfilled wants and desires.  All your joy.  He is  your heart and your truth, and he holds the key to unlocking that door to  self discovery, just as Darkness helped me unlock mine.  He is the ultimate  guide on this journey we call life, because through him, you can find your truth,  and ultimately find yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;E.E.  Cummings said it so beautifully, and if your dog could speak, I believe this is  what he would tell you:&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;here  is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;higher  than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The  next time your dog shows you his heart, remember that what he’s really showing you is your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-766367573029672917?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/766367573029672917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/05/truth.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/766367573029672917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/766367573029672917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/05/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-8866697779131504679</id><published>2010-04-20T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:42:06.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow Never Dies, but Yesterday Lives Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S887Qwoa-1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/D7sA-8KJUMQ/s1600/ChilledRoxy_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S887Qwoa-1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/D7sA-8KJUMQ/s400/ChilledRoxy_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462650032142089042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad died when I was 10.  It's been almost 30 years since that fateful day, and though it may seem like time should heal the wounds from that loss, the wounds never really seem to heal.  They're always there, even if most of the time it may seem as if I'm like everyone else, just going about my days and my tasks, running errands, going to work, playing with my dogs.  But underneath it all, there is still a 10 year old boy who lost his father and his way, and though that boy is now a man, when the mask is removed the 10 year old boy is revealed, still suffering from that moment he experienced so many yesterdays ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do, everything I am today, has been and continues to be influenced by that singular moment.  A snapshot in time.  A moment that changed the course of my life, in ways I will probably never completely know, at least not on a conscious level.  That moment made me the man, husband, son and brother I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say time heals all wounds, that as the sands of time fall through the hourglass of our collective lives, all wounds heal, and we need to just "let them go".  That the more time passes, the more we should be able to just get over it, and those past moments and experiences should no longer have an effect on who we are today and how we respond to the world around us as we get older.  At least that's what we always tell ourselves and each other.  Listen to enough self help speakers and you'll start to believe that you can just forget your past with the blink of an eye, and a $2000 check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxy was 1 year old when I got her.  A rescue dog from a shelter in Michigan.  She seemed happy and energetic, and for the most part she was.  She liked to mix it up with other dogs, and being a terrier, she was quite fearless.  The problem was that she hadn't learned how to engage other dogs properly, and on a walk one day, an off leash dog came across the road, and in her socially inept way she tried to connect with him by mounting him.  This dog was 3 times her size btw.  The dog reacted and, to use a dominance expression, put her in her place.  But Roxy's got a lot of heart and fire, and let's just say she didn't take it lying down.  Like anyone with heart, she fought back.  It was a singular moment that changed her relationship to other dogs and how she interacted with them from that moment forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxy is now almost 5.  Did time change the way she feels about other dogs?  Did time heal the emotional damage caused by that single moment?  No.  Time can't.  Because on an emotional level, time is not linear.  As Kevin Behan has told me time and time again, "Dogs don't remember, but they can never forget".  And I believe that statement applies to us humans as well.  Roxy has never forgotten that moment.  It stayed with her, under the surface, affecting every experience she had.  Just as the loss of my father when I was a child has affected every experience for me since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deny our pasts is to deny ourselves.  No matter how much time passes, we will always have scars.  Dogs are no different.  In order to help an emotionally challenged dog heal from the past that haunts him, we have to help him revisit that place where it all began.  Help him relive those moments, so we can help him wipe the slate clean.  Help him face his fears and emotional challenges so those past moments and experiences no longer have power over him.  Because even though dogs "live in the moment", they are completely victims of their pasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I will ever fully heal from my past, and that's ok.  I've learned that life is a journey, and on this journey things happen that aren't always right or fair.  But fair is only a human concoction anyway.  The thing I DO know is that when I help a dog heal, when the fire starts coming back into his eyes, and I see the transformation happening, I feel a part of myself heal as well.  When I see Roxy today, and see how much she's changed, I know that I've changed too.  And the more we change together, maybe, just maybe, this man won't need to wear a mask anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S85An0vxT0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ECEfp2ulLz8/s1600/ChilledRoxy_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-8866697779131504679?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8866697779131504679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrow-never-dies-but-yesterday-lives.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/8866697779131504679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/8866697779131504679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrow-never-dies-but-yesterday-lives.html' title='Tomorrow Never Dies, but Yesterday Lives Forever'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S887Qwoa-1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/D7sA-8KJUMQ/s72-c/ChilledRoxy_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-6447042465470204921</id><published>2010-04-17T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:01:55.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8lpQFFTAkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JAgq9geHWmw/s1600/bowie1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8lpQFFTAkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JAgq9geHWmw/s400/bowie1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461011748126655042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spend my Saturday afternoons volunteering at my local shelter, and dogs like Bowie come in all the time.  Look at that face.  Does that look like the face of a dog that should be homeless?  So many of these dogs wouldn't find themselves in this position if their owners were more informed and educated about how to work and live with their dogs.  One of my goals is to educate as many people as I can, so dogs like Bowie don't have to find themselves dropped off and abandoned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-6447042465470204921?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6447042465470204921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/04/rescue-dogs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/6447042465470204921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/6447042465470204921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/04/rescue-dogs.html' title='Rescue Dogs'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8lpQFFTAkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/JAgq9geHWmw/s72-c/bowie1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-8867591735383333659</id><published>2010-04-16T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:14:59.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8lSr_umu4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/vmEU6ZVEDTY/s1600/DreamTeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8lSr_umu4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/vmEU6ZVEDTY/s400/DreamTeam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460986938958199682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you were wondering about my dogs, here's a quick snapshot of the 3 of them.  Let's just say they keep me on my toes.  What a bunch of hams. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-8867591735383333659?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8867591735383333659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/04/dream-team.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/8867591735383333659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/8867591735383333659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/04/dream-team.html' title='The Dream Team'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8lSr_umu4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/vmEU6ZVEDTY/s72-c/DreamTeam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-2211474306078254041</id><published>2010-04-16T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:43:28.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher  Student and Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8gSgcn4tqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/45KwQIu6Zxo/s1600/KevinHeroandMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8gSgcn4tqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/45KwQIu6Zxo/s400/KevinHeroandMe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460634896835327650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanted to share this photo of Kevin, me and Trisha's puppy Hero taking a walk in the woods behind his house in Vermont.  I miss those walks and the talks that would ensue.  What a journey it's been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-2211474306078254041?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2211474306078254041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/04/teacher-and-student.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/2211474306078254041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/2211474306078254041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/04/teacher-and-student.html' title='Teacher  Student and Puppy'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8gSgcn4tqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/45KwQIu6Zxo/s72-c/KevinHeroandMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-884410178196283744</id><published>2010-04-15T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:19:49.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8eq4myzpqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aJiVsoydPss/s1600/JackieFrisbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8eq4myzpqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aJiVsoydPss/s400/JackieFrisbee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460520962673059490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freedom.  What is it exactly?  Is it limitless choice?  Is it lack of responsibilities or commitments?  Is that really freedom or is it something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watch a dog run after a ball, or chase and catch a frisbee, I am witnessing a poetic expression of complete freedom.  A collie working his herd.  A setter flushing game.  A terrier, well....being a terrier.  Nothing else exists in his world in that moment.  He is completely focused and channeled.  He is, for lack of a better word, committed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, isn't commitment the opposite of freedom?  Aren't we taught to believe that lack of commitment and responsibility is what it means to be free?  Could it be possible that the real path to freedom isn't about shedding commitment, rather fully engaging in it?  Forgive my abuse of the English language, but could it be that true freedom is actually a more committed commitment to commitment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watch a schutzhund dog bite a sleeve with all his heart, fully committed to the moment, I am watching poetry in motion.  I am witnessing a moment of amazing passion, desire, sheer will, and presence playing out right before my eyes.  It is through his intense determination and commitment that allows him to push through all his resistance, and achieve the feeling of freedom that he so desires.  That suspended moment, where time and space no longer exist.  Where all things flow and are right in his world.  That is the place where true freedom lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs show us that freedom doesn't come from lack of commitment.  Instead, it comes from TOTAL commitment.  Because it's by walking through the doorway of commitment that you discover true freedom and liberation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-884410178196283744?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/884410178196283744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/04/freedom.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/884410178196283744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/884410178196283744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/04/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8eq4myzpqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aJiVsoydPss/s72-c/JackieFrisbee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4928992180757077976.post-2661047121025941487</id><published>2010-04-14T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:49:49.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8amqg_WzsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/53Q30Ofiz58/s1600/Blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8amqg_WzsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/53Q30Ofiz58/s400/Blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460234847573692098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mine is a story about redemption.  About  rebuilding broken bridges and mending broken hearts.  About rekindling  the fire in my dogs' hearts that I blew out so long ago.  It's a journey  that led me back to my dogs, and ultimately, back to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honor the Dog isn't just about teaching your dog to sit, or stay, or  come when called.  It's about re-establishing the relationship between  us and our dogs.  And through that connection, allowing our dogs to  rediscover a part of themselves they have long forgotten.  And through  this journey, the door is opened to find ourselves as well.  But only if  you choose to take the first step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4928992180757077976-2661047121025941487?l=honorthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2661047121025941487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/04/mine-is-story-about-redemption.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/2661047121025941487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4928992180757077976/posts/default/2661047121025941487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honorthedog.blogspot.com/2010/04/mine-is-story-about-redemption.html' title='Redemption Song'/><author><name>Sang Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10830622992309114927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8aq5sOHGlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4YV-Dp-Gp-4/S220/RoxyAndMe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_th3gxYkUIdA/S8amqg_WzsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/53Q30Ofiz58/s72-c/Blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
