Find It

Hey new guy, wanna play a game? Sure. How do you play? You close your eyes and wait while I hide a biscuit. Then I'll all you, and you sniff till you find it. OK!

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You're going to eat that whole box yourself, aren't you? Heck Yeah. Kidney Krisps are my favorite.

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After all, what's he going to do about it?

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Aw come on. Just give me the biscuit already!

I originally taught this game to Geordie. When Toby came along, I was worried that Geordie would understand the game better and get to the treats before Toby had a chance. Not. Toby caught on very quickly, and by Day 3 he was not only finding his biscuit but he was getting Geordie’s as well.

Without another dog to teach Murphy, it took him a tiny bit longer to catch on, but now he is ready to play every day. He is getting so good that I’m struggling for challenging hiding places for his treats.

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He Played Me

Happy smiling Cairn terrier sitting next to flowers.

But Mom, doesn’t having cancer mean I automatically get everything I want?

Geordie’s lung cancer gives him a distinctive cough – a sort of *cough, cough, hack*  When first diagnosed Geordie coughed a lot, but with his medications he has barely coughed in months.  Recently I noticed Geordie coughing so much that he could hardly catch his breath….until he got what he wanted, then it miraculously stopped.  My Mom was with him when he was having one of these “fits”.  Worriedly she asked, “Shouldn’t you give him more medicine?”  I told her, “No, he is doing this for attention.   He knows everyone will rush over to help him if he coughs.”  Sure enough, as soon as I gave him some food, Geordie walked over to his bed and went to sleep.  Sadly it took me nearly a week to figure out he was playing me.

That’s my Geordie.  Too smart for my own good.

 

 

Toby’s Favorite Teacher

 

Guess what my favorite kind of teacher is. I don't know...English?

No. Don't take the bait! Don't take the bait! Substi-toot! Ecch....

I’m just waiting for Toby to get the hang of asking folks to “pull my finger”.

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To read about what life was like for Bitey before Toby came along, pick up a copy of:

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A Tired Mommy Is a Good Mommy

 

Find the Biscuit

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Coming up with activities to keep Geordie occupied during his first winter proved to be challenging.  He never has been the type of pup to play by himself.  He would much rather have someone else there with him.  (This can be exhausting when your puppy is awake 20 hrs a day!)   Our family dog loved to play “Find the Biscuit” and would search and search until he found every treat we had hidden.  Hoping to buy myself a few minutes of peace and quiet, I introduced Geordie to the game.

Since Geordie wasn’t good at Sit/Stay yet, I had my Mom hold him in one room while I hid a biscuit in another.  After we released him to search, we sat down where we could see him and had a chat.

Geordie searched for a few minutes, then came over to my Mom, made eye contact, and made a noise that had the cadence of “I dunno”.  He clearly wanted her to tell him where his treat was.  Without gesturing, she said, “It is over on the register, behind the end table”.  Geordie paused for a moment to think, got an “Aha!” look on his face, then ran behind the end table to the register and grabbed the biscuit.   The two of us were completely stunned.  Until now, we had no idea that this little 8 month old puppy had the linguistic skills to understand that sentence.   So surprised, we kept jumping around yelling, “He knew what we were saying!  He understood!”

We didn’t realize it, but that was the first indication that we had a puppy Noam Chomsky on our hands.