Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Devil Dog

It’s been twelve days since we brought the puppy home.

We had been counting down the days since the demise of our beloved Porgie, waiting for summer vacation to get a new puppy. I campaigned to adopt an adult dog, teasing with promises of the gratitude and potty trained greatness that a one or two year old pooch would offer. But then someone we know went and got himself a golden retriever puppy, and the minute we met Sonny we were all pretty much done for. A puppy it would be. So we got the house ready, we bought little food and water bowls and some puppy toys and biscuits, we even inherited Sonny’s crate to ease the burden of housebreaking. We were open for business, and kept a keen eye on the shelters and the classifieds and petfinder for puppies who were ready for us. I saw an ad in the paper one day for “lab-weillers” or was it “rott-bradors”? I can’t remember, but I was interested. Porgie was a rott mix, and a better dog has never been known. So I called the guy, and it sounded great right up until he told me that they were only 6 weeks old. That was way too young for them to leave their mommas. So I let them go, but kept the guy’s number and called him back 2 weeks later to see if there were any left. There were two, and we set up a time and met them both. I did the puppy temperament tests I had read about and had used to pick Porgie out back in 1994. One of the pups did great, the other one freaked out. We had our girl!




We brought her home and the anarchy fun began!

She was so cute and nervous on her first day, and she shyly explored every inch and then cried every hour for her first two nights with us.






We got her all cleaned up




She was pensive and calm, a total dreamboat.





Then she started to get more comfortable, and began to discover new interests and hobbies



Like shoes


with or without feet inside




And cold beverages





And our broom named Sassy (with a 7 year old girl in the house, you will find that many inanimate objects have names)




And Bambi





And Barbie's giant head





And boardwalk property





Even green beans from the kids' "garden", although they're not quite interesting enough to stay awake over



Just as she has implanted herself firmly in our hearts, we are beginning to suspect that the sparkle in her eye is not so much charm as it is evil.





I sent the following e-mail out to four people today:


Hello, I found your webpage during a somewhat desperate search for "puppy training, san diego". My family has just welcomed a new member - a 9 week old rott/lab mix we call Moki. She is adorable and affectionate, but she has a wild side that worries me. She has one or two super active periods each day during which it is impossible to be near her without getting bitten or scratched. This is particularly difficult for my 7 and 9 year old children, who are becoming fearful of the puppy and react in a way that I know is reinforcing Moki's naughty behavior. I think Moki's bites are mostly playful, but she also sometimes growls when I pick her up to redirect her. We are experienced dogowners, we had another rott mix who we had to put down in January, just before her 14th birthday, for health reasons. My husband and I were young and childless when we trained her though, and this time it's a whole new ballgame! We realize that we need professional help if we want Moki to grow up to be a happy and SAFE member of our family. She is going to be a big dog, and we want to learn how to live together sooner rather than later. Can you help? It is heartbreaking to struggle like this at a time we want so badly to celebrate our new baby! I look forward to any recommendations you have for training and/or consultation.

Update: I have a phone consultation scheduled for 8:00.


[Hawaiian Dictionary(Hwn to Eng)]

mokī
vi. To spurt, shoot forth.





Yeah.

11 comments:

Tessie said...

OMG OMG! Your puppy is so CUUUUUTE!

We have two rotties, one full-blooded and one rottie/shepard mix. Oh, they are the best dogs.

SOOOOO CUTTTTTTTTE!

mumple said...

Too cute! I love the pic with the Barbie head, though.

Beth said...

I love the email you sent out for help, Jacquie. And I eagerly await an update of the phone consultation.

Ellie said...

Oh Jacquie, these are great. Awesome photos. What a little Devil. Oh, yeah. Devil Dog. Good luck with that little beast.

BOSSY said...

Cute. Alert.

KathyR said...

It's not looking too good for Bambi, there.

Ellie said...

Neither Bambi nor Barbie, I'm afraid, has a fighting chance against that killer.

dana wyzard said...

You have to start NOW, because when she gets some muscle and weight behind her, well, I'm just saying.

First things first and she needs to learn to walk on a leash. Then walk, walk, walk. She only needs to burn up that pent-up energy.

My sister has a 10 week old rotty that totally chewed up one of those thick, black rubber/asphalt door mats.

They started walking him in Indiana, and by now they should be getting near California.

Ellie said...

Ha! Dana, you so funny...

Beth said...

Wow -- chewing through a rubber door mat is impressive. I hope for Jacquie's sake Moki is not up to that task.

Kathi D said...

Oh, she is adorable!

Good idea to get the training in hand early, and how wise of you to know that.