Dog Training – Brushing Teeth
Gypsy has finally decided to play fetch. Simba has retrieved the ball or frisbee since the first day I brought her home. She was 8 weeks old. Gypsy was too worried about losing the ball to Simba. Once Gypsy gets the ball she won’t give it up and just wants to play “Simba chase me”. Now I throw two balls. One for Gypsy and one for Simba. Simba brings back the ball for more. Gypsy holds on to her and runs with Simba back and forth as Simba chases and retrieves her ball. Either way, they’re both getting the exercise they need. The other night I’m watching TV with Simba on my lap as usual and Gypsy brings her ball and releases it. From there she wanted to play fetch. Simba prefers to sit on my lap instead of playing ball. It works out perfect for Gypsy.
Gypsy is now a little over one year old. She hasn’t slowed down at all but at least the destruction has. She is fully aware that she has done something wrong but just can’t seem to help herself. I believe she has learned right from wrong but every once in a while the puppy brain takes over and wins over her logic. One and a half weeks before Thanksgiving, my oven/stove went on the brinks. The technician came a stated that the electronic panel (the oven’s brains) had to be sent in to be refurbished because they don’t carry replacement for that model anymore. All was fine until he said it would take 3-4 weeks to get back. That would not do! Thanksgiving was a week away! Besides not being able to cook for the holiday, I would be going a whole month without being able to cook a meal. I pouted, yelled and begged but there was nothing else that could be done. I didn’t want to go out and buy a new one just yet.
One week later, two days before Thanksgiving, I received several boxes. I had ordered Christmas gifts, so I didn’t think anything of it. I stacked them up on the dining room table with the smallest at the top figuring that Gypsy would be able to move the biggest on the bottom or reach the smallest at the top. The next day I arrive home from work to find little pieces of cardboard all over the living room floor. I gasped “Oh no! Gypsy dropped ears and tail and slithered away to the kitchen. I frantically searched for the contents of the box wondering which Christmas present she had destroyed. I ran around the backyard and found this panel which looked like it was part of some electronic item. I reviewed the list of presents in my mind as I looked for the rest of the item. Thinking it was too much for her to consume, although I wouldn’t put it past her, I went back in search for some piece of label the would give me a clue. All the was left of the shipping label was about an inch square but I could see the letters “REFUR” OMG! It was the oven panel! The technician must have felt sorry for me after all and put a major rush on it. I went against the tech’s instructions and hooked it up to the oven myself. Oven didn’t work. Thinking to myself or maybe out loud, very loud “Oh no, she destroyed it! I’m having a cookie party in a week and I won’t be able to bake! Augh!” I took it back out three times; each time straightening more little tiny wires. Finally, the fourth time around the oven lit up and actually worked. So for now Gypsy is still with us cuddling with Simba.
The holidays are almost upon us. There will be lots of cooking, baking, and parties. You may have family and friends over to celebrate with you. Be aware that some people have no idea that there are foods and herbs that are very poisonous for your dog. They may think they’re doing good by treating your dog with table scraps because it’s a special day. Keep a watchful eye not only during your get togethers but when anyone is cooking or baking because food may be dropped or left on the counter unattended. For example, chocolate is very toxic for your furry family member. Here’s a list of items to watch for.
Here are a few holiday foods that are okay to give your furry friend. A piece of advice, never feed them while your sitting at the dinner table. Put the special meal or treat in their own food bowl.
I brought Simba home 9 years ago. I must say it has been a learning experience every step of the way. I have had many breeds in my lifetime but none like the GSP. The first lesson was that GSPs is a very high energy breed. They aren’t kidding when you read that if they don’t get enough exercise they can be very destructive. Another detail I learned is why they are called “Velcro dogs”. Simba lives up to that label perfectly. She is glued to my hip at all times. It doesn’t matter if I’m outside, inside, upstairs, downstairs, in bed or in the bathroom; she is there watching over me. Simba has hundreds of FB friends and one thing I noticed in pictures posted was that there was always more than one GSP. There were usually two if not more and always huddled together. Even when sleeping, they seem to all sleep on top of each other. For years, I contemplated with the idea of getting her a sister GSP to keep her company during my work day but I was worried that she would change. Not that I wouldn’t mind some privacy when in the bathroom or getting dressed but I love how she cuddles up to me. I love how she likes to sleep right up against me, I love that she can read my moods and acts accordingly. I didn’t want any of that to change. As you may already know, we adopted Gypsy one year ago because she needed a home. This has been my observation having two dogs. I would suggest that if you’re going to get two,
make them closer in age. The nice thing is that I don’t have to worry about fitting in at least three hours of ball play with Simba. Gypsy makes sure to keep Simba on her toes and running quite a bit. Sometimes, it can be a little too much. There is a great difference at this point in energy levels. Gypsy has become very attached to Simba. She wants to sleep on top of her. She wants the same toy Simba is playing with. She follows her around and wants to be next to her. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still her mum. When the loud red monster trucks are screaming their sirens, it’s me she looks for to comfort her as she howls them away. Simba is still behaving as the only child. They say that the first-born of two children who are more than 5 years apart will grow up with characteristics of an only child. I believe this holds true for dogs as well. Simba still wants to cuddle with me, sleep with me, lay on me, play with me, sit with me and everything else she can do with me. However, she does not let Gypsy lay on her or too close for that matter. If Gypsy lays near her she will wait a few minutes and then move away. Granted, Gypsy being a puppy has pushed all of Simba’s buttons and has exhausted her patience. Simba will play with Gypsy for a little while but then brings the toy to me to play with her. If I had to do it over, I would probably have kept them within two years of each other. At least they would be similar in energy and play with each other a lot more.
First night home for Gypsy and it was time for bed. I laid on mum’s left side as I always do. I like to stretch out right up against her under the covers and my head on my pillow. Mum has her pillow and I have my own pillow. This is how I have been falling asleep for eight years. Last night, my puppy sister wanted my spot! Mum would pick her up and lay her on the other side of her. I would get all comfy under the blanket and suddenly boom! Continue reading