My dogs are about to turn three at the end of May, and they continue to amaze me.
We did a lot of research before buying dogs, and I KNEW that a Siberian Husky was prone to being a bit, let’s say, stubborn.
However, I think that is the wrong word to use for him.
Over time, he has trained us to work around his lack of obedience. As he grew, one of the first things he learned to do was pull down the door handles so that he could get into any room that he wanted.
We switched to door knobs that he couldn’t turn.
If we leave a door open in any room, we have to go check the trash cans to see if he was scavenging, and look for missing bras.
Doors are always closed in the house.
We trained both dogs to use a bell at the back door when they want to go out. Blu learned early that the bell was a good way to get outside frequently, regardless of whether or not he had any business to do. He has a little ‘routine’ that he does. If you let him out alone, he’ll wander in the direction of the potty zone, and then take his sweet time for a while. Next he’ll come around the pool and head for the grass. Once he hits the grass, he knows that we are going to come get him because the dogs are not allowed in the grass.
He then lays down in the grass and waits. Once we are within reach, he bolts. Most of the time he heads back to the potty zone, because he never actually DID his business when he first went out. Then he’ll try the routine a second time, at which point we generally win.
Recently, he has decided that he wants to be a lap dog and enjoy the leather couch. Of course, he is not allowed on the couch. He knows this. He jumps on the couch and we yell at him to get down.
He stopped jumping on it and we thought he was finally trained.
Not so fast my friend.
He has decided that an alternative to the couch should be the ottoman, where he parks himself frequently, whether or not we are in the room. Unfortunately, we aren’t as disciplined about making him get off the ottoman because he kinda looks cute doing it. Our bad.
So for some reason, he has now decided that he should start getting on the couch again. I caught him there a couple of weeks ago and chased him off. He also managed to leave a nice wet spot, hopefully from licking, right smack in the middle of one of the cushions. I got out some leather cleaner and made the couch look reasonable again. When I was done, I left the room, and within TWO MINUTES, guess who was on the couch?
He wasn’t just sitting on the couch. Oh no, he was lying down across the whole thing, with his head hanging off and his tongue sticking out. He made himself quite comfortable and it appeared as if he was saying, “Hey there, look at me, I’m on the couch again!”
So, I solved the problem. We made a stick out of newspaper a while back, which he doesn’t like. I made a couple more and stuck all of them on the couch over the cushions, which seems to work for now.
Now, Blu seems to know that my other half has allergies, and when the dog hair gets to be too much, it really does affect him. That may have been why he was spending all his time on the couch, especially on his side. It’s not that he doesn’t like my other half, I think they have a mutual admiration for each other. I just think Blu likes to bust our chops anyway he can.
So now that the couch was off-limits, Blu really didn’t have much to work with.
Except the bedroom doors.
Both dogs know when the doors are closed. They also know when the doors are closed, but not properly latched. You can guess where I’m going with this, right?
So my other half heads into our bedroom the other day and I immediately hear screaming, as he chases Blu out of the room. The door was obviously not latched the last time he went in there, so this one is on him.
In any case, Blu did not just enter the room and head for the bathroom trash can. He decided to make a pit stop. On our bed.
On ‘his’ side of the bed.
Specifically on ‘his’ pillow.
The dark brown sheets totally gave up the pure white hair.
This is how life rolls in our house with the dogs. And now that Blu has proven that there is little we can do to ever get him to respect our space, I’ve renamed him.
That about covers it.