The challenges of studying psychological trauma in animals

Published Apr 10 2008 by drfrank

Studying the effects of psychological trauma in animals presents some very formidable challenges, and studying such effects in fighting dogs is a perfect example.

The main difficulty in these studies is that the past histories of the dogs are rarely known to those of us studying and attempting to heal them. In many types of trauma – such as dog-fighting, inhumane puppy mill operations, and physical abuse – at the time the dogs are rescued the people who were "caring" for the dogs are now in trouble with the law, and hence not cooperative and forthcoming with the details of the dogs' living situations. (In providing us with the facts of the dogs' care they are likely to incriminate themselves.)

Thus we are left with many questions about the true nature of the trauma to each dog. Was a dog rescued from Michael Vick's property treated abusively, such as being forced to train on a treadmill to the point of exhaustion? Or beaten? Did the dog fight in one fight or dozens? In dogs rescued from a life in a puppy mill, had the breeding female been cooped up in the little cage for 3 weeks or 6 years?

Unlike in people who have endured psychological trauma where the victims can describe what happened to themselves, we can't ask the dogs what they went through. Because of this we have to use just what we know to be true: for example, that these dogs were rescued from a dog-fighting operation and some have scars indicating that they fought. Sometimes there are other clues, such as the fact that poorly socialized dogs tend to fear people and withdraw when a person approaches whereas an abused dog may fear people but still show a conflicted effort to gain human attention and affection.

In other types of psychological trauma, we may know exactly what the animals went through but then not know what their lives—and their personalities—were like before the trauma. We encountered much of this type of trauma in the animals Best Friends rescued after Hurricane Katrina. For those many unfortunate pet animals who never reunited with their human family, we were not able to learn anything about what their lives had been like before the hurricane. Studying emotional scars when we don't know what the animal was like before the traumatic incident is very difficult due to the relative inability to recognize what, if anything, of the dogs' psychological make-up was changed by the traumatic events.

Now consider these two facts together as they apply to the dogs we are working with to heal their emotional wounds:

(1) their avoidance and fear of people and surroundings have a variety of potential causes, and

(2) we don't know what happened to them prior to their rescue.

So what do we do? Do we throw up our hands and just proceed to deal with the fears without seeking the cause? Can a dog who fears people simply be treated as a case of "fear of people" without knowing what caused the fear? Does knowing the cause help us to determine the best form of treatment? And does knowing the cause of the fear allow us to give a more accurate prognosis for recovery from the emotional wounds?

Yes, knowing the cause does help on all counts. However, because of the lack of scientific studies in this area we just don't yet know how the causes and specific treatment methods best fit together. And most importantly, although the nature of these types of studies involves a near-complete lack of knowledge of the pre-trauma events that caused the emotional scars, that's no reason to not do all we can to try to figure out this puzzle of psychological trauma in animals. Because the animals can't tell us what they've gone through may mean that it will take us longer to put all the pieces together, but no matter how long it takes the effort will be worth it. This is what our studies here at Best Friends, with rescued fighting dogs as well as all other forms of psychological trauma, are trying to achieve.

 

Comments

 

Bipedal said:

My question to you: Can you learn anything about a dog's trauma through their

reactions to your positive caregiving? For example, if a dog reacts negavtively or

in fear of something positive you've done with them, that may tell you one thing

about them. Or if they react positively to another action you do with/for them that

may also tell you something about their past life and abuse. And if, in time, they

react positively to something they formerly were reacting to negatively, can that

present further knowledge to you.

If they are re-learning, or learning a new reaction to things they used to fear, how

important is the knowledge of their past.

April 12, 2008 10:38 AM
 

claudiavq said:

If we can use an order by a Justice people,to ask about the past of the dogs to the ex-owners? It will help us to know something about the past of the dogs.

April 13, 2008 11:22 AM
 

drfrank said:

Bipedal-

Good questions, and the main reason we're doing the studies is to find the answers.  Right now there is all kinds of speculation about what this fear or that anxiety says about a dog's past. But until we can study a large number of dogs with a confirmed (not just suspected) history of specific adversity/trauma then we will be forvere specualting what their behavior reveals about their past.

claudiavq-

Good thought. We've been told clearly by the District Attorney that if anything like that happens at all it won't occur before the resolution of Michael Vick's state trial.

April 15, 2008 12:13 AM
 

bigfoot238 said:

Bipedal:

Having been a foster mom for a lot of cats and dogs over the years yes you can use the observe and theorize as to what has happened to the pet.  But it is  hard to observe the pet 24/7 and a lot of times that observation triggers reactions by itself.  With a lot of time, effort, love and observation you can make a difference in how the pet reacts to people.  When it works it is one of the most powerful highs one can get.

Good luck to Dr. Frank and all the staff and volunteers who are making such a big difference in all these traumatized animals lives.

April 20, 2008 2:48 PM
 

missydog said:

I doubt that anyone could get the true facts from these criminals. Remember, everything was going on without Michael Vick's knowledge and if you believe that........ I am glad these animals are in a safe place and are responding to the love and attention. Best Friends is paving the way to helping traumatized animals.

April 21, 2008 8:29 PM
 

kittychump said:

Some of the lines of print are missing and/or only a portion; wish I could read all of this - it's NOT my computer - it's a problem on your end.

April 22, 2008 2:46 PM
 

nasuse said:

Hi,

A really powerful way to understand and communicate with the animals is through animal communicators who communicate telepahtically. yes, it's a leap for some people to understand, but just because you don't experience it yourself does not mean it's not real. I've worked with animal communicators and they have said things they couldn't have known. Please read my darling Rock's story below. He went through what the Vicktory dogs did and we found out what happened.

I had just moved into my new home. Rock, the neighbor’s Pit Bull, incessantly barked near my bedroom window. Anger eventually overcame my fear, and I stormed outside to yell at him. With a face of an old battered fighter and body of a weightlifter, I felt I should be afraid. Rock instantly got quiet and peered through the wooden fence slats with big brown eyes, a wagging tail, and little pointy Yoda ears. His coat was sleek and black, though very dirty. Charmed and frustrated at the same time, I realized he was just looking for attention.        

           After this first meeting, Rock dug a trench and slipped under the fence into my backyard. I often found him sunning himself on my deck or sleeping on a discarded loveseat near the window. He ran over to my yard so many times that a path of dead grass lead up to my backdoor.        

           Having overcome my fear of him, I tried to reason with him sternly. “You don’t live here, big guy, you can’t stay, go back home.” To which he replied by twirling round in a happy dance, flinging saliva, followed by giving me a big wet kiss. His people were looking for a new home for him. The last thing I needed was a high energy dog with, by the looks of his face, a traumatic past.

           I adopted him anyway. My reasoning was to get him to stop barking. He never barked when I was near him. But really, Rock had worked his way into my heart.

           The first thing I did was bathe and neuter him. I made an appointment at a pet store with a trainer to get him fitted with a harness and leash. Rock bopped around the store through the aisles barking hello to other dogs while we tried various harnesses on him.

           When we decided on a harness, we headed to the counter to pay. The trainer was holding the leash and as we rounded a corner, Rock went nose to nose with another dog. They surprised each other and with a lunge from Rock, a fight began. Rock’s front teeth clamped onto the dog’s cheek skin. A male customer pushed me out of the way and started punching Rock’s face. In a surreal state, the blood draining from my face, I looked for something to break the bite. Suddenly a vet from next door appeared and cleared everyone away. He put a small metal object between Rock’s teeth and the fight was over.

           The trainer led us to an isolated area as I sobbed. Rock lay on the floor and licked my hand and pawed at me to calm down. The vet returned and said, “The other dog is fine; he just needed preventive shots. Is Rock okay?” as he leaned over him. Rock had two black eyes, swollen red, but still turned over on his back, exposing his belly to the vet. “Oh, wow. This is not a dangerous dog. Dog fights happen. Call me if his eyes get worse.”

           I sat on the floor with Rock until I stopped crying before heading home. What had I gotten myself into? In contrast to the happy ride over, Rock looked as remorseful as I felt. His head hung all the way home. He walked inside with his tail between his legs and collapsed in his safe spot to sleep.

           I felt torn and confused. I suddenly realized the gravity of the situation but yet could never give him up to a shelter and who would take him? I was committed to him. I knew Pit Bulls had a propensity for dog-on-dog aggression that can be handled responsibly with socialization training, but this felt like more than that. I needed to know more about Rock.

His former owners would not disclose much information except that he had been a blue ribbon champion in his early years, never raising his hackles to another dog. I found out that Rock had been sent away with a relative and was apparently shot in the muzzle and then returned to live alone in their filthy backyard.

In my gut, I knew something even bigger than a gunshot had happened to Rock. A friend of mine had used an animal communicator, Cathy Malkin, to help her sort out problems with her dog. Feeling desperate, I called Cathy and set up an appointment.

           We began with my inquiry to ask Rock about his past. This is what Cathy received from Rock:

"I never wanted to fight. I was forced by the bad men and the worst part was the bait, the little dogs. They tied me up by my neck and hung me to make me strong and win fights and beat me with tools and starved me. I had to win or be killed myself. We lived muzzled in small cages and there were *** everywhere. I longed for my puppy hood when life was innocent. I wanted to go home away from my odyssey into hell."

           "I am damaged goods now, Susan. I never want to go back there; please don’t send me back. I am terrified of the bad men. I did what I could to survive it."            

My heart was breaking. “Rock, as long as I am alive, you will never go back to the bad men.” I held Rock throughout the session, soothing him. What Cathy translated validated what I already sensed about Rock.

           It was hard to hear, but I was glad Rock could express himself and be heard by loving ears. I was also starting to understand now what we were dealing with.

           “Cathy, I have a hunch about something. Days before I adopted him, Rock was mauled in his yard by two neighbor dogs, one being his nemesis. I heard he had latched onto one of the dog’s outer cheek skin, not the neck and throat. Everyone said that it was lucky he missed the neck as though it were an accident, but it seems like too much of a coincidence. And in the pet store fight, Rock pinched onto the other dog’s cheek skin, not his neck. What does he say about this?”

           Cathy asked Rock and shook her head in disbelief as she said, “This is how smart and loving he is Susan.”

"I developed that technique in order to do what the men demanded, win the fights. I would grip the other dog’s cheek skin and not go for his neck. I’d still bring the dog down, but not kill him."

Cathy explained, “Rock did not want to fight and came up with this technique to avoid killing. He understands on so many levels and has such wisdom. It makes me so angry because he was a good family dog.”

           One naïve part of me believed that if we could just communicate and I could tell him not fight, it would all be better. It was equivalent to telling a human trauma victim to just get over it. It was much more complex than that. "Cathy, tell him just not too fight anymore."

"Susan, I want what you want, a relationship where we could take walks, greet other dogs and play without such anxiety. My past abuse and fighting rear up beyond my control. I am scared. I never wanted that life, but now I have tasted blood many times and it has changed me. On many levels I am confused, not knowing what humans expect from me. My traumatic past acts as its own identity. I am so remorseful about the fight and sorry to have caused you any pain."            

Now I had the whole story. After giving it some thought, I wanted to make this work with Rock. I was leaving for a trip in a few days, but when I got back, we’d find the right trainer, muzzle, and help.

           Packing the night before my trip, I was apprehensive about leaving Rock. I walked out front to turn off the sprinklers. Because it was very late and the front yard had a fence, I let Rock come with me unleashed. I bent down to the sprinkler and instantly heard growling, barking, and two bodies colliding together.

Rock’s nemesis dog was in the road at this hour! Rock had pushed through the accidentally unlatched gate after him. I ran to them and they were at each other’s throats in a knot in the middle of the road.

           From there, everything was in slow motion. Spraying water, screaming, cops, pepper spray, blood, clothes torn and wet, the cracking of a baton on Rock’s skull, and the other dog running home.

           The night was a blur, but the memory that comes into razor sharp clarity is when I held Rock in my arms at 4 A.M. on the cold metal table of the emergency room. I kissed him once on the lips and looked into those big brown eyes and said a goodbye as he slipped from his body held in my loving arms.

I immediately made an alter for Rock with all of his toys, pictures, and ashes. A few weeks after Rock’s death, when I felt ready, I contacted Cathy. I asked, “How is Rock doing?” already beginning to cry. Cathy’s voice went very deep with emotion as she translated what Rock was communicating.

"I am so very sorry, Susan, that you had to go through that. I feel so much remorse and regret. I had no other way of telling you that I was ready to go. Thank you for all you did."

Cathy started crying and indicated it wasn’t her tears; it was Rock coming through her as she communicated,

"I can’t tell you how much the altar you made in honor of me means to me, I am extremely and deeply touched by it as I didn’t think anyone would miss me. I thought everyone would be happy to see me go. Thank you for showing me I am worthy of this kind of love. I will choose wiser in my next life."

           "My healing is expedited for knowing you and having you show me what kind of love can exist and providing me with it. You knew me and what I went through and still loved me despite it all. That moves me to deep and powerful healing. You helped me to awaken to the realization that I am worthy of great love and I will accept nothing less from now on."

           "My last months alive with you were like a dream come true. In my entire life, I never expected such a sweet ending. Meeting you was an unexpected bonus. Life was GOOD with you. All the tragedy and suffering I went through was made worth it in the end. It was heaven to me, more than you can ever know."

The session helped me tremendously in being at peace with knowing Rock was ok. I was then able to accept, grieve, and let go while keeping Rock always in my heart.

April 26, 2008 5:37 PM

About drfrank

Franklin D. McMillan, DVM, is board-certified in the specialty of veterinary internal medicine. He practiced medicine in Los Angeles from 1984 until 2007, when he joined the team at Best Friends Animal Sanctuary. In addition to his private practice, Dr. Frank was a clinical professor of medicine at Western University of Health Sciences College of Veterinary Medicine. Dr. Frank’s special area of interest is the mental health and emotional well-being of animals, especially those that have suffered psychological trauma. He has published dozens of papers in scientific journals, and is the author of "Mental Health and Well-Being in Animals" – a textbook used in countries all over the world .