The dog may have an illness that makes him ravenous. Not the case with my dog—according to my vet. So what gives? Females will eat poop to clean the nest, but that’s not the case with my dog who is definitely a male. I’m at a lost. So, I’m going to take this advise and see if it works.
Call him to you.
If he comes, give him a treat.
If he doesn’t, let him know in a stern voice that you don’t approve. If he is off-leashing, leash him to show him that he has lost his privilege.
By the way the name for this yukky habit is Coprophagia.
Never give up. If your owner (master, mommy/daddy) doesn’t get that you want to go out the first time you bring the leash, try and try again. And if he (or she) still ignores you, begin dancing around like a bee providing GPS directions for the hive. This will show him that it’s “high time” for a trip to the outside washroom. Remember you know the right “time”. You’re a watch dog.
If another dog goes near your dish, growl (practise this with the family cat). However, if a dog urinates on your owner’s leg, pretend you didn’t see a thing.
If you have had a disagreement with a dog bigger than you, hide behind your owner when you see that dog coming. If, like Bean, you actually nipped the dog because he stood over you and pretended to be in love, hide behind your bigger brother who will be hiding behind your owner.
If you actually had a fight with another dog (about your size), and nothing got settled during that dispute, insist on trying to get at that other dog every time you see him walking with his owner. Being the responsible dog owner, your owner will move off the walking trail into the brambles and thickets and will have to spend an hour getting burrs out of your fur. The other dog owner will have insisted on bringing you and your enemy as close together as possible. This other dog owner will smile and say “Nice evening isn’t it?” as he passes on the trail with his dog growling (uttering insults) at you. This will make you even more committed to getting at that s.o.b. the next time.
When it’s bath time, head for the hills.
When it’s grooming time, hide behind the Mugho pine that grew huge due to neglect. Ignore your owner when he says, “You could be more cooperative; groomers cost money you know.” Definitely turn the other cheek if he says, “Come here you little so and so. Who do you think buys your food?” He really doesn’t mean to lay on the guilt. He has just lost it because he trampled his wife’s prized tea rose. (Don’t forget to act fearful yourself when he catches it from the wife. It’s called moral support and shows how you really are man’s best friend. Tuck your tail between your legs and start to skulk away. That’ll make her wonder who did what. (It’s kind of like providing your owner with an alibi.)
When it’s time to go to the veterinarian, refuse to get in the car. At all other times, insist that you’re part of the family and should not be left behind. If they don’t get this, bark and jump in the door as they are existing the house. If they still don’t get it, howl the whole time they’re away. Make sure the neighbours hear.
When you finally get to the off-leash dog park, get in with the most disobedient dog there. Forget all your training. When your owner says “Come”, pretend you heard the word “Run”.
When you have gas, insist on sleeping on her side of the bedroom. That’ll teach her to disallow dogs on the bed. Rules, rules, rules. Who needs them? Also, never let on that pop actually takes you up on the bed when she’s away on business trips. (It would make her feel that any warm body will do.)
Oh yeh, and when she is away on those business trips, always tilt your head in that cute way so pop insists she talks to you over the phone even if all her co-workers are listening. Do the same when he calls to say he’s at a union meeting or having a beer with the guys from work. (This will show her that you aren’t playing favourites.)
First there was the funeral, then grandma was diagnosed with Alzheimer after finally getting in to see a gerontologist. She is getting some treatment and it seems to be helping. Now mom is off her feet with a knee injury so maybe she’ll start paying attention to our blog.
During our absence we learned a new trick called “You are under arrest!” where we put our front paws on the couch and the policewoman frisks us. Dad thinks it’s hilarious especially when little Bean does it.
To date we know at least 15 tricks. But, when we first started our schooling, Bean hated learning. Several times he refused to go to class, once he walked right out of class, and another time he just sat there looking at all the other dogs. So, dad decided to bring incentive: cooked chicken. And it worked—-on every dog in the class except Mr.Bean who couldn’t concentrate because of all the attention he was getting from all the other dogs…well his chicken was getting attention. Mayhem in the dog class.
Bean would have been wearing the dunce hat had the trainer had one, and we were a bit embarassed because all the other dogs, including Sinatra, seemed to be doing so well. We were concerned that Bean had a mind of his own and would never do well.
Finally the trainer announced that dogs should learn the word play. So guess who aces that class? Yes, Mr. Bean himself. He was so excited to play that the trainer’s assistant had to try and calm him down.
Tinsel is probably the worst thing for both cats and dogs as it can wreak havock in the intestines. If you want tinsel in the tree, put at the top. Hopefully, the cat won’t climb the tree and topple it so the dog gets to eat his fill.
Chocolate. My dogs love this stuff and I understand why because I love it too. But it’s no good for either of us.
Broken balls. Kitty has tapped the ball to the ground and now everyone is in danger of stepping on it.
Babies. My German Shephard decided to protect my friend’s baby. When she tried to tap the kid’s hand because the kid was slapping the dog, the dog growled at her. Lesson learned there. Keep the dog(s) in a room away from the visitors at this time of year. My dogs love to go in the laundry room because they get a treat going in. If they have to be in there a long time, I do visit with more treats and to take them outside for a break and some fresh air.
Pills. This is the time of year when headaches abound — no not just from heavy drinking — all that traveling takes its toll. And many of my visitors are older and on several medications. Just check the floor occasionally. It seems its always the smallest pills that pack the biggest punch and the ones that tend to slide through fingers.
You’re having trouble getting up in the morning. It takes a person about 12 weeks to turn repeated action into a habit. It takes a dog about four days, especially if there’s something in it for the dog. I took my dog for a walk two mornings in a row. Now he expects a walk every morning. I don’t always wake up to my clock, but the persistent thumping of my dog against my bed will inevitably get me up. (The only other animal I would recommend is a rooster.)
You need reminding to change the batteries in your smoke alarms. The beeping noise the manufacture installed to warn you of a low battery will send your dog into painful hurling. You will have no peace until you change those batteries.
You need a butler. The minute someone knocks at the door your dog will be there to greet your visitor.
You want your favorite chair kept warm while you’re gone. There is nothing Fido likes better than to occupy your chair during your absence.
You have a wood burning appliance and you need lots of kindling. Some dogs are absolute masters at finding every loose stick in any area, even in a field where a tree has not grown in twenty years.
You need a water dowser. Any Labrador owner will tell you that if there’s water within half a mile, their dog will find it.
You want to hone your baseball skills. Just accidentally drop your piece of chicken and see which one of you — you or your dog – catch it midair.
You want one sided conversations. Dogs are the best listeners. Some may even tilt their head to ask questions.
You need an excuse for not doing your homework. It stills a good one. My dog ate my blog. Oops.
Someone needs to watch the cat while you’re away. On the other hand, I had a dog and a cat who collaborated during my absence to get a frozen chicken out of the sink.
I have always found this dog to be super attractive. Unfortunately, its size has kept me from actually getting one as I feel it is prudent to get only as much dog as you can handle.
This breed was bred for hunting waterfowl. It takes 8 to 12 months to train the dog for this work. In addition, this breed is excellent in obedience, agility, tracking (rescue operations) and as a therapy dog.
As its name implies, this dog is a golden color with shades ranging from light to quite dark.
Height is 20 to 24 inches. Weight goes from 55 to 80 pounds.
Some retrievers are super affectionate while others are independent. It is best to respect the dog’s character and not try to mold it to something it is not. So, even if your friend’s retriever has exactly the qualities you want, your retriever may come out quite a bit different. Generally though, they make good pets as well as working companions. Like any working dog, they will need exercise.
Life expectancy is 10 to 12 years. This breed is prone to hip problems, heart problems as well as eye problems, but then every dog has its day, folks. The breed I have is supposedly prone to hip problems also and yet none of my 5 shelties has had hip problems.
Easy to groom. Sheds no more than most dogs even with that beautiful coat.
Here in Northern Ontario, Canada people love blueberries and we have them in abundance. Sinatra and Mr. Bean even enjoy them. I had one dog who would sit right in the patch and munch away.
Unfortunately, this year a late frost killed off the blueberry flowers so that in August, when both people and bears go blueberry picking, the crop was very small. The bears were extremely hungry as blueberries are one of their main food choices. As a result, the bears came into the city in large enough numbers that someone saw one nearly every day. Sadly, our Natural Resource Department has been short staffed for close to 10 years and they have reneged their responsibility for the bears. It fell to the local police to kill a number of bears just to keep people safe. This is a choice they made only when the bears seriously endangered people by displaying aggressive behavior like ripping up doors to get into a house.
What does this have to do with dogs? During the time this was all going on with bears digging into garbage right in people’s yard — tearing apart steel garbage containers to get at the bags —someone called the radio station and suggested we bring in some Karelian Bear Dogs to deal with the problem.
A dog willing to chase a bear? Never heard of it. After some research here is the lowdown on this formidable dog.
KARELIAN BEAR DOG
Canis lupus familiaris
2-1/2 to 3 feet
90 to 600 lbs
44.1 to 50.7 lbs
Black with some brown
Black and white
Solitary animals, though you will see a mother with her cub(s) as we did. The mother abandons cubs when they are 2 years old.
Very social with humans but not other dogs, prone to separation anxiety.
Widespread distribution and large population due to admirable ability to adapt.
Smart enough to hibernate in winter.
Originated in Finland where it is highly regarded for its quick reflexes and fearlessness.
Looks for home with fireplace to past the winter. (kidding)