I really don’t have much to say about the dogs today, other than I love them and I tend to take a lot of photos of them. Here are a handful that I recently took that I’d like to share.
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.
It’s been almost 2 1/2 years since we got our dogs. Hard to believe it’s been that long already.
No it isn’t, who am I kidding.
The dogs have taught me a lot and I’m very happy that we have them.
Skye has taught me that it doesn’t matter what time I go to bed, she will be whimpering by my bedroom door every morning at 7:30am, like clockwork. Blu has taught me that when he paces in the house, he needs to go out and poop. I’ve learned that they understand a lot more than I originally thought they would, so I am careful with the words ‘park, outside, play, treat, carrot, bye-bye, eat, ball.’ Those ears perk right up with these keywords, and I better not disappoint them and not follow through. It can cost me a variety of things including chewed bathtub drain covers, blankets and bras.
They know when I’m happy or sad, and they do tend to adjust their behavior based on how I’m feeling. If I’m in a bad mood, they find a comfy location and take a nap. If I’m in a good mood, they are staring at me wondering when they will get to go out and play.
When we let them out in the backyard, we always worry that they will return to their old ways and start ripping up sprinklers, eating bushes and tinkling in the grass. If left alone long enough, they probably would. For the most part, they are pretty good and have fun, and only occasionally dig a little and rip WHOLE branches off the bushes. Skye sticks her front paws in our pool and gets drinks. Blu avoids it like the plague.
When we first got two dogs, it wasn’t easy. It’s still a little extra work, because walking two 80 pound dogs isn’t as much fun as walking one. They need to run and get their energy out first, and then they’ll walk. I solve the problem by putting them in the car and driving them to the dog park where they can romp and play and I can walk peacefully around the park. It’s a win-win.
In many ways I’m happy that we have two, since they do entertain each other and when I’m gone all day, they have companionship. I can also take them out individually if I want, as long as the one staying home has someone with him/her.
I love my dogs and I look forward to spending a lot of great years with them.
It’s been a year since I got my dogs, after over 20 years being pet-less. Well, except for the bird and the fish. The bird flew away and the fish don’t play with me, so I don’t think they really count.
It took numerous discussions in our household to accomplish this major lifestyle change. NUMEROUS. Some heated.
Everyone had an opinion.
Mine was the only one that actually counted.
After finally agreeing to dogs, we had to pick dogs. I wanted a German Shepherd. Since the entire reason we were getting dogs was because I fought long and hard for them, I was going to get my Shepherd. Period.
“But I want a pretty dog” my husband said. What? Shepherds are gorgeous dogs! What is he talking about. “I want a Husky.” he added.
So I go online and read about my Shepherd (because we ARE getting the Shepherd no matter what he says) and about HIS Husky.
“You realize this dog will be difficult to manage.” I point out.
“Look at their colors, look at those eyes, they are beautiful.” That’s what he said.
So to make a long story short, after researching until I knew more about dogs than I did about my kids, we finally agreed to get BOTH.
I got lucky and found puppies for both breeds fairly close to us and we went and picked them out. They were five days apart in age. Perfect! They’ll be lifelong partners. They’ll play together and amuse each other. They’ll never be lonely. They’ll be so much fun!
Good idea? Not so much.
Don’t get me wrong. I love the dogs. The kids love the dogs. The husband regrets the decision every, single day. He likes dogs, he just doesn’t want the responsibility.
So in the beginning, there was poop and vomit and most of the time the poop was really diarrhea.
In the house of course.
On the carpet.
Fortunately, it was mainly in their room. Yes, my dogs got their own room. It was empty because my daughter moved out, so why not? We setup their crates in there and left the room empty so they could play. And poop.
The poop was never intentional. We took them out and worked very hard to potty train them. It took about four months to get them to where they only occasionally did it in the house. By six months, we were almost poop-free.
Along the way we took them outside and let them pee and poop in the yard and we would occasionally leave them out there for a bit to play. In our beautiful yard with green grass, gorgeous shrubs and plants, and a pool.
It took them roughly two months to turn the grass brown.
They also ate the sprinkler heads, dug up the brown grass and attacked the bubblers around the shrubs, in addition to actually ripping chunks of leaves off the plants.
The bubblers were the most difficult part to figure out because we would have to wait until they came on to determine which ones were gone. Except for when the black plastic tubing was actually strewn out on the brown grass.
By the time they were six months old, the word “divorce” was used on a daily basis by my husband. Most of his other comments included the words “I hate dogs.” I learned to tune all of this out and keep working with the dogs to get them to behave better. I’ve been fairly successful, though I have slacked off a bit lately.
Oh, I haven’t shown you what they look like.
|Skye – female – German Shepherd|
|Blu – male – White Siberian Husky|
We’re still together and the dogs are still here. I mean really, look at them.
|All grown up now. Do they look like trouble makers?|