This week on our walks together, Geordie and I saw:
(They were eating at someone’s bird feeder)
This week on our walks together, Geordie and I saw:
(They were eating at someone’s bird feeder)
One day, when Geordie was several years old, we were out for a
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
No, luck had nothing to do with it.
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.
Mommy forgot to shut
The bathroom door
Where the roll of TP
Hangs so close to the floor.
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!
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!

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.
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”.
Geordie Weordie, shaggy brown guy
Bit the girls and made them cry.
When the girls wanted affection to display,
Geordie Weordie ran away!
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!'”
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!
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! : (
A few years ago, we had a surprise snowstorm drop nearly 30″ on us overnight. The snow fell so evenly that at first I didn’t realize how deep it was. When I tried to step outside to walk the puppy in the morning, I fell…but what made me laugh was that although I fell, I didn’t fall down. I was stuck in snow so deep that all I did was flop forward slightly at the waist.
Geordie, on the other paw, did not fare as well. Although he had to “go”, he was so unnerved by the deep snow that he wanted to go back inside right away.
I love to go exploring after a snowstorm, and today was no exception. Getting around proved to be quite a challenge, though. I didn’t have snowshoes, just boots, so wherever I stepped, I sank deeply into the snow. Geordie was just heavy enough to fall through the crust and flounder in the silky powder beneath.
To take a step, I would have to raise my lead leg as high as I could, extend it as far as it could go, then lean forward (kind of like goose-stepping). Once my weight shifted, I would end up with my trailing leg extended straight behind me, resting on the snow. I had been doing this for a while, and couldn’t believe how exhausted I was. I must be more out of shape than I realized! Until I chanced a glance back to see how the puppy was doing. This is what I found:
Through all my clothes, I couldn’t feel him standing on me.