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Training the pup to use the ‘go out’ bells
As I’ve said before, we were fortunate that the older dogs taught the younger ones about the ‘go out’ bells. I’ve only truly taught one dog how to use the bells.
Malcolm was ten months old when he entered our lives. He was also almost housebroken. In other words, he didn’t want to go in the house, but if you didn’t catch the signs that he needed to go out, he’d have accidents. We quickly became aware of his ‘need to go’ signs, and would walk him to the door. We’d say, “Want to go out?” ring the bells, and open the door. We did this EVERY time we took him out.
Within a few weeks, I heard the bells ring, ran to the kitchen to find him standing in front of the door. I praised the heck out of him as I took him out. Several more times that day, we’d hear a tentative jingle of the bells. With each ring, he got praise and an immediate trip outside. He never again had an accident and his bell ringing became more confident.
When Sadie arrived in household as a rescue, Malcolm taught her the secret of the bells. Each dog has taught the next since then. Gavin is the most accomplished of the bell ringers. He rings them loud, often, and long. There I times that I wish he hadn’t learned that trick.
As for Linda over at Crone and Bear it teaching her Devoted Spouse the trick…well, um…gee, do you think he might get the idea?
Frozen ground and lots of rain equals a lake
We now live lakeside and didn’t have to move or spend a fortune. It rained all day and with the ground frozen, the rain had no place to go. The yard is now a lake, and by this time of night, a frozen lake. It’s a good thing that the rain stopped earlier tonight or the Koi might have had a chance to explore the grounds. Knowing them, they would’ve camped out at the back door and waited for food.
Patty doesn’t like wet weather so she only asked to go outside today when she absolutely HAD to go. Gavin doesn’t mind rain, doesn’t like snow much, but the rain he tolerates. He always wants to go out and gives the ‘go out’ bells a good workout every day. Yes, there are days that I want to choke him with the bells.
Bells ring.
“You were out five minutes ago. You peed on everything that is upright. You don’t NEED to go out.”
Bells ring.
“You can’t possibly have to go.”
Bells ring.
“ARGH! All right I’ll take you out.” I put on boots, coat, hat, and we go out. Gavin tinkles on the Tulip Poplar, barks at nothing but the wind, and heads for the door. We go in.
I take off my coat, boots, hat, and settle in front of the computer to work again. I type one sentence.
Bells ring.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
Hoping to end the year with 50,000 hits
With only a few weeks left to this year, I’m afraid I won’t reach my 50,000 hits goal. (More would be even better.) Well, so far it looks as though I won’t make it, at least, not without your help. Hurry dear readers; tell your family, friends, and blog buddies to pop in for a peek. Bribe them, sweet-talk them, and lie to them if you must. I have a bet with Dear Hubby, there’s a dinner out riding on this. Help me please—we don’t get out much.
How can I induce you? Cuter dog pictures? More talks with the editor on my shoulder? More serious discussions on writing? Arguments with my muse? More dog stories? Life with Dear Hubby and his MS stories? Stories of me the super klutz and life with two BTs? Have you any suggestions?
There are only two things I refuse to comment on—religion and politics. I’ll leave that to other people since I created this blog for fun and I consider both subjects private.
That ain’t a bear!
That ain't a bear!
A neighbor near the cabin where Dear Hubby and his friend are hunting had a wildlife camera set up behind his place. You know, one of those out-door cameras with a motion sensor. Two weeks before they left to go hunting, the neighbor sent the above picture to DH’s friend.
Wow, we had no idea they had mountain lions in the area. DH’s friend takes his two dogs along with them, both are large, but I somehow picture them back pedaling when confronted by a kitty big enough to drag an eight-point buck out of the woods.
We know they have black bears up there. They had one on the back deck last year and the dogs barked at it through the door. The bear “Frankly, didn’t give a damn” and moseyed off after staring at them for a while. The two dogs would probably have to discuss the large kitty situation.
Male: “You go ahead. You’re bigger than I am.”
Female: “I dunno I’ve never seen a kitty that big. Hell, it’s bigger than you.”
Male: “You know, I think it might even be bigger than you.”
Female: “Did I hear the food dish rattle? I swear I heard Dad put some food in there.”
Male: “I think you’re right. Let’s go back inside. We can bark at it from there like we did that bear.”
Gavin met Madison
Madison, who always looks for me when they walk past the yard
The nose knows
Gavin finally met Madison today. I was so proud of him he was a perfect gentleman. He didn’t bark or show any of the hostility he has shown to many of the dogs people walk past our yard. Could it because she’s also a BT? I’m betting on it.
Madison wasn’t too sure of him at first since she’d only moments before met with a hostile Pit bull who had snapped and growled at her. Gavin was all tail wags and happy little whines of greeting. What a flirt he was, trying to get her to come closer for a smooch. He was thrilled when she eventually came to the fence to become acquainted. That boy certainly loves the girls.
Patty wouldn’t have been nice with Madison since she doesn’t like any other dogs. Gavin is her one and only dog pal. This all stems from the time a Pit bull attacked her through our back fence a few years ago. It’s a shame because Madison has the energy to keep up with her (not that Gavin doesn’t) but another playmate for her would be nice. However, she’d rather stick to her Gavin.
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