Honestly!
I know that I am the proud Mama and all but this teensy tiny guy is AMAZINGLY smart. We have a crate in the bedroom that he is in at all times, except when I am holding him, watching his little weensy behind like a hawk or when he is outside-which is to say, he is not in the crate much of the time. Except all night, since, as he weighs >1 pound, I don't want to wake up to squashed puppy, and when I tried that (first night) he pooped a little in the sheets and let us say it was QUITE the little while until I came across it.....well it WAS a very very small poop......LOL, um, moving right along...
He has selected a corner of the yard and he pees and poops INSTANTLY every time I take him out. EVERY time! and the crate is as clean as the day we got him. Not.One. Mistake.Really! or in the playpen either which is much bigger and is set up for him in the living room. (NO puppy has ever been so indulged and pampered- it's embarrassing. We do have three levels- it is a townhouse...Maybe I will lose 50 pounds this summer, racing up and down about 20 times a day. Seriously.)
But the puppy! He knows his name, looks up and comes, sort of, when he is called by me (in a sickening high falsetto. What is it about cute tiny things and that? In the interests of showing him off/socialising him, I showed him to quite a few students and their Moms and I am here to report that ALL females, even at age five, are hardwired to say "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" with a sort of sinking and then rising inflection- try it---See? we all do it!! that means "Oh.My.God.How.Unbelievably.CUTE!!!!!!CAN I PUHLEEEEZE HOLD HIM??"
He adores the big dogs. Frankie is: "Not ANOTHER dog that you will no doubt love more than me. SSIIIIGGGGHHHH" but he lets Chiwi play with his tail and only casts me hunted looks if it goes on too long. But Daisy! IS A MAMA DOG! Has A Puppy! A real live baby! Whom she is trying to pick up by the scruff of his neck-ever so carefully!- so far succeeding only once for about one second- Chiwi is FAST!-and whose bum she wants to wash!- but he scuttles like a little bug and so far she hasn't connected much. She is working hard on her technique though which involves sort of stick handling him with her front paws to make him run in a straight line- it's a hoot!They are SOOO gentle with him, except when Frankie is "guarding" his latest cookie- which is often. He-this is his favourite game- waits on purpose for any four legged being-feline or canine-to walk within 20 feet of the cookie so he can growl unconvincingly and then WOOF a huge satisfying bark. The cats roll their eyes at this and Daisy has mostly learned to ignore it as well. Frankie is pretty well perfect in other respects-(he was a Zen master in his previous life)and is a hardly-any-bark and absolutely-no-bite, ever, dog, and almost 10 years old.) So no worries. But Chiwi is a fresh victim and today,the couple of time he strayed near the object of Frank's obsession, and Frankie growl/barked, he popped about 2 feet straight up in the air and beat it like hell! BUT! tonight: as the three of them had their bedtime snack-yes yes, throw up if you must-and Frankie went to stick his nose in Chiwi's bowl, as is his custom (with Daisy), this 7 1/2 week old baby growls and then barks at HIM. Frank backs up in UTTER disbelief! looks at me: "Mom! That puppy is PICKING ON ME!"
Both big dogs also are shoving their giant heads- how did they suddenly get so HUGE? in my lap whenever I fuss over Chiwi, so it is dog/Mama lovefest 2006 around here!!
Really, though, he whines only to say he has to go out for a pee and poop, does it EVERY time, going to the same place, and has had NO -that really is NO accidents, in or out of the crate since Saturday, before I really had the system tweaked. Isn't this amazing? How can all of that be going on in a little head the size of a plum??And what incredible control. I am astounded.
I know there is a sad lack of adorable pictures here, but Daisy's biggest issue is her camera phobia and wherever I am with Chiwi, there also goeth the big dogs, like burrs stuck to my pantlegs.
I can't do that to her-it would be cruel- she trembles for 1/2 an hour just at the SIGHT of my camera, never mind a click or, horrors, the flash. So, for pictures, when Daddy gets home tomorrow night I will get him to take the big guys for a long walk and go nuts!
Watch this space!
I know that I am the proud Mama and all but this teensy tiny guy is AMAZINGLY smart. We have a crate in the bedroom that he is in at all times, except when I am holding him, watching his little weensy behind like a hawk or when he is outside-which is to say, he is not in the crate much of the time. Except all night, since, as he weighs >1 pound, I don't want to wake up to squashed puppy, and when I tried that (first night) he pooped a little in the sheets and let us say it was QUITE the little while until I came across it.....well it WAS a very very small poop......LOL, um, moving right along...
He has selected a corner of the yard and he pees and poops INSTANTLY every time I take him out. EVERY time! and the crate is as clean as the day we got him. Not.One. Mistake.Really! or in the playpen either which is much bigger and is set up for him in the living room. (NO puppy has ever been so indulged and pampered- it's embarrassing. We do have three levels- it is a townhouse...Maybe I will lose 50 pounds this summer, racing up and down about 20 times a day. Seriously.)
But the puppy! He knows his name, looks up and comes, sort of, when he is called by me (in a sickening high falsetto. What is it about cute tiny things and that? In the interests of showing him off/socialising him, I showed him to quite a few students and their Moms and I am here to report that ALL females, even at age five, are hardwired to say "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" with a sort of sinking and then rising inflection- try it---See? we all do it!! that means "Oh.My.God.How.Unbelievably.CUTE!!!!!!CAN I PUHLEEEEZE HOLD HIM??"
He adores the big dogs. Frankie is: "Not ANOTHER dog that you will no doubt love more than me. SSIIIIGGGGHHHH" but he lets Chiwi play with his tail and only casts me hunted looks if it goes on too long. But Daisy! IS A MAMA DOG! Has A Puppy! A real live baby! Whom she is trying to pick up by the scruff of his neck-ever so carefully!- so far succeeding only once for about one second- Chiwi is FAST!-and whose bum she wants to wash!- but he scuttles like a little bug and so far she hasn't connected much. She is working hard on her technique though which involves sort of stick handling him with her front paws to make him run in a straight line- it's a hoot!They are SOOO gentle with him, except when Frankie is "guarding" his latest cookie- which is often. He-this is his favourite game- waits on purpose for any four legged being-feline or canine-to walk within 20 feet of the cookie so he can growl unconvincingly and then WOOF a huge satisfying bark. The cats roll their eyes at this and Daisy has mostly learned to ignore it as well. Frankie is pretty well perfect in other respects-(he was a Zen master in his previous life)and is a hardly-any-bark and absolutely-no-bite, ever, dog, and almost 10 years old.) So no worries. But Chiwi is a fresh victim and today,the couple of time he strayed near the object of Frank's obsession, and Frankie growl/barked, he popped about 2 feet straight up in the air and beat it like hell! BUT! tonight: as the three of them had their bedtime snack-yes yes, throw up if you must-and Frankie went to stick his nose in Chiwi's bowl, as is his custom (with Daisy), this 7 1/2 week old baby growls and then barks at HIM. Frank backs up in UTTER disbelief! looks at me: "Mom! That puppy is PICKING ON ME!"
Both big dogs also are shoving their giant heads- how did they suddenly get so HUGE? in my lap whenever I fuss over Chiwi, so it is dog/Mama lovefest 2006 around here!!
Really, though, he whines only to say he has to go out for a pee and poop, does it EVERY time, going to the same place, and has had NO -that really is NO accidents, in or out of the crate since Saturday, before I really had the system tweaked. Isn't this amazing? How can all of that be going on in a little head the size of a plum??And what incredible control. I am astounded.
I know there is a sad lack of adorable pictures here, but Daisy's biggest issue is her camera phobia and wherever I am with Chiwi, there also goeth the big dogs, like burrs stuck to my pantlegs.
I can't do that to her-it would be cruel- she trembles for 1/2 an hour just at the SIGHT of my camera, never mind a click or, horrors, the flash. So, for pictures, when Daddy gets home tomorrow night I will get him to take the big guys for a long walk and go nuts!
Watch this space!
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