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Kindergarten Puppy

In Big dogs, Learning commands, Puppy kindergarten, Training on August 28, 2011 at 7:00 am

I went through puppy kindergarten when I was six months old.

Shelley, my pet parent, didn’t cry, because she was with me the entire time.

I was the one who was anxious, not from separation anxiety but from not wanting to be in the training room at PetSmart. I wanted to go home. There were too many big dogs and little dogs. They were the unknown.

I turned my back and looked out the glass windows into the store, dreaming of being somewhere else, like the backyard, the park or anywhere where I could run and play.

When treats became involved, I would put on my game face and do whatever trick was required to get what I wanted: food! Of course, I had a learning curve to get over, but when I figured out what I was supposed to do, I would do it just for, well you know.

But then when the food wasn’t in the offering, I returned to window watching. And when we learned how to walk on a leash in the store, I headed for the door. Again, I wanted to go home. But no, the lesson wasn’t over.

I did eventually learn. And I got to wear a dog-sized graduation cap.

Yep, I’m a kindergarten graduate. And I passed intermediate training, so I have two certificates marking my achievements.

You can just call me Super Dog! Or say, You go girl!

Really, A Good Dog

In Dog communication, Zoey and Sophie on August 21, 2011 at 6:19 pm

I am not a bad dog. If you just read Shelley, my pet owner’s blog, you would think that I am out of control.

But I have some rules that I like my friends and me to follow:

* I am alpha dog.

* My toys are my toys. Your toys are my toys. (Note from Shelley: This weekend, somehow all of Sophie’s toys ended up with Zoey’s toys, including Sophie’s chew bone.)

I protect my property, which includes my house, Shelley’s dad’s house, Shelley’s mom’s house, the coffee shops where Shelley takes me that allow dogs and the great outdoors.

* I will share my food (it’s boring).

* My treats are mine and only mine.

As you can see, I do play nice. Here are some photos of Sophie and I, though a bit dated (from a year ago).

Sophie and I are playing near my toys.

Zoey and I play near but not with my toys.

Sophie and I are engaging in dog wrestling.

Sleeping Puppies

In All About Me, Photo album on August 14, 2011 at 7:00 am

I’m not shy. I just sleep a lot.

Check out these photos of me snoozing, napping and cuddling. You can just call me one pooped puppy.

And don’t forget that I’m cute!

 

 

I’m sleeping with my stuffed toys in my dog bed.

I’m taking a rest on the fancy couch cushions.

I think I just found a comfy position on the couch!

All I need is my stuffed animals for sleepy time.

Dog Food vs. Treats? No comparison!

In Uncategorized on August 7, 2011 at 7:00 am

As a dog, a cute one I must admit, I do not see the point of comparing things. What was your list, Shelley, that of tattoos, Facebook and shyness? You can’t compare those things, nor can you compare apples and oranges. Right?

For me, it would be like comparing dog food with a treat. The food’s all right and all that, but a treat, oh my goodness, it’s so unexpected and tasty and varied. I get miniature steaks, Pupperoni, bacon strips and soft beef jerky.

I don’t know which one I’ll get and when and where, but I know the why, of course.

It’s when I’m good or follow a command.

But that, to me, is boring.

I don’t necessarily want to be good.

I love it when I get treats because Shelley wants to do something and gives me one to occupy my time and attention. But ha! The treat takes a few seconds up to a few minutes (if it’s rawhide, that is), and then I get to stare at Shelley some more with my pleading puppy eyes. If I work at it hard enough, Shelley will stop whatever boring thing she’s doing and say, “Oh, all right.”

And then, get this, she plays with me.

The result is I get my treat and playtime, too.

My, it’s a good life.

Why bother comparing things when it’s just better to be in the moment and not think too hard about stuff.

Just bark!