Saturday, April 25, 2009

Chloe, beginning of week 2

Well, she's settling in. Most of the time, she's fun. The house breaking continues on. She will now go to the back door to ask to go out. Sometimes, she goes to the back door because she wants to eat grass. I'm sure we'll learn the difference in time. She also still needs to learn to actually tell us, going beyond simply walking to the back door. We won't always be looking, and we don't want another dog who just waits by the door silently and then goes and pees someplace because we weren't paying enough attention to her (I'm looking at you, Maxine). We're thinking to install a doorbell of some sort.

She's learned to sit on command, thanks to diligent and patient work by GF (my darling love will now be known as the Grinning Fool, GF, or The Fool under obvious circumstances). She's also learning not to climb on people and to sit patiently when she wants something. We're attempting to teach her not to lick faces, since some people who come for visits don't like being licked in the face (I'm really not that much of a fan either).

Because I'm not patient enough to let her dictate my entire life for long (she's a dog, people - I'm sure I'll be much better with an actual child), we've begun working on establishing independence. We're starting to see some success on that front. Yesterday, she slept on the floor on top of my foot (a vast improvement over sleeping on the couch and in my lap). Last night (this morning really), she didn't fuss overmuch about being put to "bed" in her play pen in the bedroom. This morning, I got to wake up on my own and she was quietly chewing her teething ring instead of whimpering and pacing. Today, she spent 10 minutes on her own in the back yard while I washed dishes and only started whining about being left alone at minute 8.

She's a little bigger this week. I noticed just this morning that she's a little bit heavier to pick up. We're allowing the others the leeway to establish boundaries in their own way. It's a little frightening, because they bark and growl and snarl and snap a lot, but they haven't hurt her yet, and she barks and growls and snarls and snaps back. They still tolerate the biting of tail and ruff, which is good because I don't see that ending anytime soon. She's still too little to jump onto the couch, so they see the couch as their refuge. I wish there was an effective way to communicate to them that it won't last. Poor dogs.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Oh, Chloe...

This is Chloe. She is a two month old blue tick beagle. She joined our family yesterday, and I'm very happy to introduce her to you. She is working very hard on being housebroken. Sadly, she doesn't yet have much control over her bladder and has to go out roughly every 20-30 minutes, excepting sleepy time. She also has a very short memory and doesn't always recall that she needed to pee, even if we catch her in the act of squatting someplace. So we get her outside, and everything is much more interesting than the requirements of her bladder. I can't really blame her - there are so many distractions at that height. Here - take a look:

There's the tennis balls our other dogs leave around the yard...


The dried clumps of grass are very hard to ignore...



These purple flowers are all along the fence line, whatever they are...


These plants just leap out and attack, if you aren't careful (we have a lot of weeds)...


Don't forget the dandelions!


Sometimes random leaves just beg to be chomped...


All those blades of grass are constantly sticking out to block her way...


Plus there are plenty of trodden paths to explore, over and over and over again...


Lastly, sometimes there are other dogs with huge tempting furry tails in the back yard. So, you see, there's a lot going on in that yard. This doesn't even count the birdsong, other dogs barking, lawn mowers, and neighbors going about their lives. Poor puppy. This housebreaking thing may take awhile...

Monday, April 6, 2009

The Angst in the Making...

My sister in law is having babies. Twins, to be exact. We're all very excited. We were thrilled when we found out she was pregnant, ecstatic when we found out there were twins, and overjoyed when we found out she was having one of each. There is a Baby A is a girl, up high and to the right; Baby B is a boy, down low and to the left. A moves a lot, and B moves not so much. Turns out A likes to kick her brother...right in the head. Poor B. He must not move much because he's scared she'll kick him again. Now you know that's some teenaged angst in the making. This kid is going to hate his sister, and he'll never really understand why.

Random teenaged friend, "Dude, you're really hard on your sister. What's up with that?"

B, as teen, "I just don't like her, that's all."

RTF, "But she's your sister. Your twin sister. I always heard twins are supposed to be extra close."

B, "I don't know. I've kind of always hated her. She gives me headaches. Whenever she's close to me, I get a headache."

RTF, "Since when? Does she have some kind of stinky perfume?"

B, "No, it's been like this ever since I can remember. Like, my WHOLE life."