The Real Reason I Brush Puppy’s Teeth

In the past week, the subject of brushing your dogs teeth has come up several times among friends.  These days, I tell myself that the reason I do it is for my dog’s health.  Thinking about it,  however, started to bring up long-buried memories of why I really brush Bitey’s teeth…

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Prior to Geordie, my family had a dog, and in all his years we never brushed his teeth.  We never even thought about brushing a dog’s teeth.  When I first heard about the practice, I thought people were going overboard with anthropomorphizing their pets.  On the day Geordie showed up on my doorstep, my folks brought along a little puppy starter kit with a leash and bowls and toothbrush/toothpaste.  I wasn’t sure how much I would use it, but it was a gift, so I wanted to at least try.

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If you’ve ever brushed a puppy’s teeth, you know how awful this process can be.  They are bitey creatures by nature, and putting your fingers in their mouths sets you up for a world of hurt.  The reason I was so persistent about brushing Geordie’s teeth was that it was a war of wills.  He was determined that he was going to be the boss of everything, and I was even more determined to prove him wrong.  Wrestling the puppy each day and forcing him to be still while I cleaned his teeth turned out to be a good lesson on which of us was stronger willed.

Eventually, I found a brand of toothpaste that Geordie liked, and that helped the process a lot.  Nowadays,  he will actually remind me if I forget to brush his teeth.  He still doesn’t like the brushing part, and for as long as he can, he stalls and hides his face against my shirt so that I can’t get to him.  He thinks he is getting away with something, but to me it is a chance to get some snuggles from my non-snuggly guy.

Go ahead.  Hide away, my little boy.  I will take all the hugs I can get.

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Walking

One day, when Geordie was several years old, we were out for a

How we imagine walking with our dogs will be.
How we imagine walking with our dogs will be.

walk when a neighbor saw us and said, “You are so lucky that your dog walks nicely on a leash!  We just got a new puppy, and all she does is pull and pull.”  Lucky?  Really?  I know she had to have seen us slogging around  this neighborhood, regardless of the season, all to exercise my beast and try to get him to heel.  Three years of walking several miles each week and coaching my boy every step of the way

The reality of walking our dogs.
The reality of walking our dogs.

No, luck had nothing to do with it.

Our stubborn, opinionated dogs
Our stubborn, opinionated dogs
Yeah, we didn't do too well in school.
Yeah, we didn’t do too well in school.

Why Won’t You Spin?!?

As our time in Puppy School drew to a close, the teacher warned us that in the winter puppies generally don’t get as much outside exercise and therefore occupy themselves by getting into trouble indoors.   To keep your dog from getting bored, she said, get a book of dog tricks and start teaching them to your pet.

I found a nice one on Amazon and started working with Geordie as soon as it arrived.  We started working, but we didn’t always have success.  One trick I had wanted him to do was to spin on command.  To teach him, I decided to use one of his toys as a lure.  I would spin it in a circle, and he would follow, getting a treat at the end.  After a while, I was sure that he understood the circular motion,  so I dropped the lure and gave a command-with- gesture instead.  When I did that, Geordie simply wouldn’t budge.

One afternoon, we had been working on the trick over and over with Geordie refusing to move on command.  I threw up my hands and asked the ceiling above, “I know he understands the concept.  So why won’t he spin?”  Geordie had been listening to what I said.  He walked over, grabbed his toy, shoved it in my hand and yelled at me, “Because  ‘Spin!’  means ‘Follow the toy!'”  When he said that, the light bulb went on above my head and was reflected in the wide-eyed, open-mouthed, comprehension-dawning”Oh!” on my face.

That was such a watershed moment for us.   Up until that time, I thought that I simply had the angriest, bitiest little dog ever created.  Suddenly I could see that he  was frustrated that whenever he talked, I didn’t understand him.   It reminded me of stories I had read about Helen Keller when she was young.  She was often angry and threw tantrums which turned out to be the expression of her frustration at not being able to communicate with the world.

For me, the incident showed me that my puppy had great intelligence, but he spoke differently from other dogs I had known.  For him, he saw that I actually was capable of comprehension and willing to work with him to communicate.

As an aside, from that moment on, Geordie always has done “Spin” without a lure.

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Toy of the Gods

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Mommy forgot to shut

The bathroom door

Where the roll of TP

Hangs so close to the floor.

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When from over my shoulder

Comes a loud, angry roar,

“Don’t touch that, you beast!

I don’t have any more!”

So I snatch up the end

And away I do soar..

So pleased with my game,

I am thrilled to the core!

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Leaping and bounding

And twisting with glee

I watch as my human

Can’t catch up with me.

I roll till I’m wrapped

like an ancient mummy.

It’s a gift from the gods

This roll of TP!

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Geordie’s Kennel

If you look closely, you can see that Geordie has tucked himself into bed and pulled the blanket up to his chin.
If you look closely, you can see that Geordie has tucked himself into bed and pulled the blanket up to his chin.

Before the surprise arrival of Geordie, I had been doing a lot of volunteer work for the Armed Forces.  I did everything from knit camo scarves and black wool socks that went to Afghanistan to helping to put together Back Packs for Iraq and even made special patriotic quilts that were given to injured soldiers air lifted from combat zones.   When a soldier is transported, he/she travels with nothing.  Their very uniforms are often cut off to facilitate treatment.  At first, they would have nothing to call their own except for these blankets.

One of the last projects I was working on B.G. was making adaptive clothing.  If you have ever had a cast of a halo, you know how difficult it can be to get your clothes to fit around them.  The adaptive garments were made specifically to accommodate these devices.  I made special pants, underwear and T-shirts to help wounded warriors.

After making as many pairs of pants as I could from some twill fabric I had bought, I still had an oddly shaped piece leftover.  As it turned out, that scrap was the exact size and shape to cover my little boy’s kennel to give him a bit of shade and privacy when he arrived.

Whenever I look at Geordie’s kennel, I wonder about the men who ended up with the other pieces of that fabric.  I hope they are happy…maybe even playing with their own dogs today.

Are We Cool?

Are We Cool?
Are We Cool?

If you have a terrier, you know that you must keep them on a leash pretty much all the time.  (They are too interested in the world to reliably come when called.)  In an effort to get Geordie some exercise, I bought him a really long, 50 foot leash.  I thought that he and I would be able to romp, chase balls, catch Frisbees and such with him still safely tethered to me.

I was so disappointed when I took Geordie out on his new leash!  Although it was 50 feet long, all he cared about was being 50 1/2 feet away from me.  I couldn’t engage him in any games; he only wanted to pull further away.

Finally I had had enough.  Geordie was busy sniffing mystery scents as far away from me as he could, so I decided to lie on the ground and watch the clouds for a  bit.  After a few minutes, I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the quiet.

The next thing I knew, I felt something brush against my hair.  Ew!  What was that?!? Turns out, it was my puppy gently sniffing me.   When he was done, he laid down next to me with his fur barely brushing against me so that he could tell if I moved.  Everything about his body language said he was checking to see if things were still cool between us.  Sure, puppy, they’re cool.  This was one of the first times Geordie seemed to show an interest in whether or not I was upset with him.

After a few minutes, I gave him a hug to let him know we were OK and to  release him from his apologetic “good behavior”.

A Good Scottish Name

One day, before puppy had a name, I was out taking him for  some exercise.  A neighbors saw us and said, “Oh, I see you have a new puppy.  What’s her name?”  (Everyone always mistook him for a girl.)  “Well,” I said, “I found out that terriers come from Scotland and I wanted him to have a a Scottish name, so I decided to call him ‘Wee Evil Beastie!'”

We are not amused.
We are not amused.

What IS That?!? Yipe! Yipe! Yipe!

After our “pet me until I go to sleep” experience on our first night, I woke up on the second day cautiously optimistic that perhaps the puppy did like me after all.  Maybe our relationship was going to be OK!

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That afternoon, the puppy was engrossed with a toy, so I decided to sneak into the next room and grab the newspaper.  The puppy apparently didn’t notice me leave the room, but he heard me rustle the paper and came to investigate.  What did he find?  A strange person!!  This scared him so badly that he scrunched his eyes shut and ran screaming (Yipe!  Yipe!  Yipe!) as fast as his little legs would take him.  He barreled right into the refrigerator but was too afraid to open his eyes to navigate and kept banging into it again and again.

I sure made an impression on my boy, didn’t I?  As soon as I’d left the room, he no longer recognized me! : (