Friday, June 30, 2017

June Pupdate

Age:  Almost 20 weeks
Height:  18 inches at the shoulder
Weight:  28 lbs.
Eats:  3 cups kibbles plus 2 little cans wet food, innumerable pieces of hot dog (her treat for doing tricks) and many crunchy “bonios.”
Favorite food:  She really likes those hot dogs (she’s her father’s daughter, I guess…)

Commands she knows:  We have added “down” (as in “lie down”) to her list of “tricks.”  Now if we can just get her to do it for more than 2 seconds at a time.  I guess “STAY” has to be her next lesson…
Percentage of time she actually obeys commands:  Maybe 65%.  A little improvement in a month.
Favorite toy:  Still Bumble…and he’s still more or less in one piece.  Dirty and smelly, but in one piece.

Nicknames:  Devil-eye Dog, because of the look she gets—whites of the eyes showing half-way around—when she’s about to do something she’s absolutely sure she’s not supposed to do but is by damn gonna do anyway and you’re not gonna stop her.

Today’s story:  The dog has mastered stairs.  Finally.  It took awhile, because she’s not actually allowed to go upstairs in the house (where all the carpeting is…) and the stairs down to the yard are only two hops to the ground. 

When we go to the park, there’s a slide with wooden stairs leading up to it.  For the first several weeks of her life, we’d take her to the park and I would climb to the top of the platform while “Dad” set her at the bottom of the stairs.  I would then proceed to sweet talk and cajole and “C’mon Jo!” until I turned blue in the face…with her looking up at me as if I were asking her to climb on razor blades.  Dad would put her feet up on each step, then hitch her butt up, then repeat, until she got to the top.  She didn’t get it.  Didn’t look like she ever would.

Once at the top, Mom would position puppy to go down the slide, into the waiting arms of Dad at the bottom.  Then Mom would slide down meeting Dad at the bottom where we would then laugh and make much of the puppy.  She genuinely enjoyed the slide part…just couldn’t get a handle on climbing those stairs.
Last week, the light finally dawned;  Matt sent me a text while I was out of town saying she had, inexplicably, climbed to the top of the stairs all by herself.

And now, if we go anywhere near that park, she heads right for the slide, so she can revel in that “make much of the puppy” moment. 

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