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

TP Roll

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! : (

Trip to the Pet Store

This picture was taken on the first day my

puppy and I met. At this point, he didn’t even

have a name yet.

Bitey isn’t my boy’s real name.  Let’s call him Geordie just for fun.

Before we could get started on our adventures today we had to make a stop at the bank.  At the drive through, the teller sent FOUR biscuits to Geordie through the tube.  She said she thought he looked cute with the wind blowing in his fur as he sat on the seat beside me.  (I had the vent fan on.)

Then off we went to PetSmart.  This was the day that puppy discovered that the pet store has toys. One of the things on my list was a new loofa dog for him. The display for them was at the check out. I picked out a blue one that I liked, and a cream one that looked like the one he had before only it was twice the size. I held them both up for him and asked which he wanted. He took one look at the cream one and started that “ooh!  ooh!” cry terriers give when they see a friend. OK, we’ll get the cream one. The woman in line behind us just laughed and laughed watching the all-too-human expressions my boy has.At the checkout, Geordie stood up on his back legs, trying to be as tall as he could to see what was going on. After ringing up the toy, the cashier handed it to my puppy. He was SO happy that he trotted out of the store with his head high and his new toy wiener dog (that’s bigger than he is) in his mouth. He got a lot of “Awww”s today.

After that, we went to PetCo. where he met a spotted dachshund.  The man with him said that the dog was a silver dappled dachshund.  I’d never seen one like it before.  He and my pup hit it off right away.  The two of them both did that polished-floor-backpedaling that dogs to so well at stores.

This trip confirmed to Bitey that PET STORES HAVE TOYS!  I squeaked a few, just checking them out, and he went nuts sticking his nose into those wire bins to get at things.  He’d look up at stuff with his “You’re going to give me that, aren’t you?” look.  I realized that the only time he sees a toy, it is when I am giving it to him.  In his mind, every toy he sees is his.  I’m not quite sure how he processed the experience.

Next we stopped at the Pet Warehouse.  Geordie has only been there twice, but he recognized the place as soon as I pulled into the lot.  He had a great time walking by all of the bins of raw hide and sniffing them.  I know he would love raw hide, but it is so bad for dogs.  As much as I’d love to indulge him, I know it would make him terribly sick.

Next, he wanted to go over to the aquarium section, so we did.  I lifted him up to see the fish in the tubs, but he seemed more interested in the “bath tubs” than he was in the fish.  I had tried showing him birds at PetSmart, but he just wanted to gaze at all the displays.  (I’m surprised because of his feelings toward birds in general.)  At PetCo, there were cats in kennels at one end of the store.  The cats glared at him with venom in their eyes, but Geordie was blissfully unaware that the cats were even there.  He doesn’t seem to notice cats much anyway.

The toys at the Pet Warehouse were reasonably priced, so I chose a couple and set them on the floor.  I asked Geordie which one he wanted.  I didn’t even get the sentence out when he had lunged for the toy seal.  OK, we’ll get the seal.  When I told my Mom what I had done, she said that she never thought to let the puppy pick out his own stuff.  I like to let him so that I can see how his mind works.  He has lots of opinions, and he’s not shy about sharing.

So, four biscuits, two new toys, a ride in the car and a walk around the neighborhood.  Not a bad day for a little puppy.  If this is a dog’s life, it ain’t too bad.

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