Ah, the weekend. You know, as much as I was looking forward to it, there was a chance that it could turn out to be a huge let down, but you know what? It was, if it’s possible, even better than I thought! The extra 2 hours of sleep were awesome. Having the morning to be all by myself running errands at my own pace was so great it brought me to tears. OK, I’m also a little PMS-y, so that probably had something to do with it. But still, it was that good.
I had excellent training sessions with both dogs. Joker took to the clicker like a Jack Russel to…a clicker. They’re known for being great with them, and he didn’t let me down. I think he is going to be a really awesome little dog for someone. He does that thing in his cage where he bounces up in down in place. It’s an excellent trick…very athletic. If there’s a way to take that power and use it for good, he’ll be a rock star of a pet. Or an actual rock star, for that matter.
I also introduced them both to some basic grooming tools. I have the sense that Joker is a former pet, and Sugar might be a lifelong street dog, and they responded accordingly when it came to grooming. Joker was fine with it, but impatient and wanting to play. Sugar was very wary, and I could only do about 5 minutes of alternately bringing the grooming mitt near her and giving her praise. She just got too nervous, and I didn’t want to push it, because the relationship is way too fragile at this point.
Sugar is less excited about the clicker. The sound makes her a little nervous, I think. But, she’s very consistently walking super-politely on a loose lead. After three days! I’m thrilled. I’ve seen no further sign of her food aggression, but I still have an eye out for it. I added hotdogs to my repertoire of treats and both dogs approve wholeheartedly.
There’s a little drama in the group because a few students are partying pretty hard and not really pulling their weight, and in some cases breaking rules that risk getting other people in trouble. It’s some of the ridiculous crap that I was afraid of because I thought the class would be full of 22 year olds, and I have to say I am so grateful that it is all happening outside of my little double-wide. The people I live with are all awesome, and we’re just kind of watching it happen bemusedly together.
Tomorrow is another day with the potential to be just like today. I hardly know what to do with myself.
I had excellent training sessions with both dogs. Joker took to the clicker like a Jack Russel to…a clicker. They’re known for being great with them, and he didn’t let me down. I think he is going to be a really awesome little dog for someone. He does that thing in his cage where he bounces up in down in place. It’s an excellent trick…very athletic. If there’s a way to take that power and use it for good, he’ll be a rock star of a pet. Or an actual rock star, for that matter.
I also introduced them both to some basic grooming tools. I have the sense that Joker is a former pet, and Sugar might be a lifelong street dog, and they responded accordingly when it came to grooming. Joker was fine with it, but impatient and wanting to play. Sugar was very wary, and I could only do about 5 minutes of alternately bringing the grooming mitt near her and giving her praise. She just got too nervous, and I didn’t want to push it, because the relationship is way too fragile at this point.
Sugar is less excited about the clicker. The sound makes her a little nervous, I think. But, she’s very consistently walking super-politely on a loose lead. After three days! I’m thrilled. I’ve seen no further sign of her food aggression, but I still have an eye out for it. I added hotdogs to my repertoire of treats and both dogs approve wholeheartedly.
There’s a little drama in the group because a few students are partying pretty hard and not really pulling their weight, and in some cases breaking rules that risk getting other people in trouble. It’s some of the ridiculous crap that I was afraid of because I thought the class would be full of 22 year olds, and I have to say I am so grateful that it is all happening outside of my little double-wide. The people I live with are all awesome, and we’re just kind of watching it happen bemusedly together.
Tomorrow is another day with the potential to be just like today. I hardly know what to do with myself.
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