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A dog’s attention needs

In A Dog's Exercise Needs, A Dog's Need for Attention, Cute Dogs, Going on walks, Uncategorized on September 18, 2016 at 11:30 am


I’m so cute, everyone wants to pet me, even with a long, long reach.

Dogs are social animals and need lots of attention.

I, in particular, need lots of attention, and like to be told that I’m cute, pretty and beautiful and to get lots of pets. But because I don’t get my cuteness factor pointed out every day (though I should), I have some more basic attention needs.

Here’s how to give us some attention and also establish routines that let us know we’re loved (and who’s the leader of the pack):

  • Give us at least 30 minutes of exercise a day to keep us healthy.
  • Offer regular playtimes, so that we can build a relationship with you and have fun.
  • Do tricks with us to improve our mental stamina and prowess, such as shake and spin.
  • Do obedience training with us to let us know you’re the leader and that also encourages us to be good. When you say “sit,” “lie down” and “stay,” we know what you want and respect your consistency. Of course, treats help.
  • Pet us through belly rubs, head patting and massages to create an emotional bond. I could use pets all day long (and cuddles, too).
  • Be there when we eat, or at least ask us to sit for food and treats. I free-range eat but wait until my BFF Shelley is home to eat (unless I’m really hungry and then go ahead and eat, but it’s boring).
  • Set the same time every night for bedtime, so that we have an expectation of when to settle down. Shelley and I agreed the day I came home as a 9-week-old puppy that I’d share her bed with her. I whined so much, Shelley, as a new- and first-time puppy owner, couldn’t take it and said, “Tonight only.” As if. I retrained her on that one.

These are just a few ways to provide a pattern for our day and to let us know what to expect, thereby establishing a good routine for us to follow.


A dog’s exercise needs

In Being Cute, Exercise for Dogs, Going on walks, The importance of play on September 11, 2016 at 11:30 am

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Zoey has her jacket and leash, ready for a walk.

Dogs need exercise, and as a cute dachshund, I know I have to face the truth.

My BFF Shelley wants me to lose a pound, which is 10 percent of my body weight. I think she should lose 13.5 pounds and see how it feels.

To make me lose weight, Shelley is making me go on long walks. I guess it’s all right, because I meet people along the way who will pet me. I go up to them, as long as they look friendly enough, and stop. “Pet me, please,” I hint.

Most oblige.

It’s because I’m really cute.

Okay, so about exercise.

Dogs need at least 30 minutes of exercise a day, but larger breeds need up to two hours. How much they need really depends on the age, breed, size and overall health. Young dogs also need more, because they need to burn off their excessive energy.

There are many ways to get exercise with your dog besides the usual walk. Here are a few:

  • Throw our toys, and we’ll go get them, most likely by running.
  • Play chase with us around the house.
  • Make up a game that involves movement, using our toys, balls or things to chew.
  • Have us do tricks.
  • Take us to dog parks and doggie day care.

And remember to provide us with a warm up and cool down, give us rest breaks, keep us hydrated and don’t let us overdo it. If we lie down in the middle of exercise, stumble, drag our feet or yawn, we may be getting fatigued. I usually just sit on my butt and don’t move. That’s a big hint, too.

One more piece of advice: change up our exercise routines, so we get variety.

Just a Bar Dog

In Going on walks, Going to bars on July 3, 2011 at 7:00 am

I think there should be bars for dogs.

On our walks, I try to go into the bars onFourth Street(there are five of them in my little city), not just for a couple of pets, but to be lifted onto a stool where I can sit for a spell.

Typically, Shelley tugs on my leash, urging me on, but I dig in my paws. I’m staying! Heads turn, and I hear, “Isn’t she cute?” I scoot onto the bar patios to make my rounds, stopping at each set of high heels or tennis shoes to get pets. And it works.

Sometimes the brushing over my fur is rough.

Some of it is quick, almost as if an obligation to pet me and get it over with.

A few of them slide smooth hands along my back, making me feel like a cat as I arch my back into the ecstasy of being touched.

“She’s so soft,” they say.

If I can stay just a little while to get to know the petters, I get a small number of kisses, or I give them.

I could be the bar dog who gets attention every time I go out. I could stay for awhile, going up to each person in the bar to get their pets, their stroking of my ego. I wouldn’t need drink, like humans, just the sense that I was somewhere I belonged.

It’s my way of seeking compliments, of hearing that I’m cute. That I matter.

Just ask My Vet

In Best friends, Going on walks, Vet visits on May 29, 2011 at 8:34 am

I am healthy, just ask my vet.

On Saturday, I went to the vet’s office for my annual exam and shots. I don’t mind because when I’m there, I get pets and cuddles.

“She’s so well behaved,” Ms. Vet said.

I wagged my tail. I am aren’t I, I thought as I sniffed at the air.

As Shelley, my pet mommy, sat in a chair in the examining room, I stood tall and proud on the steel table, getting poked and prodded.

Apparently, I have nice, clean teeth.

“She loves to chew her rawhide,” Shelley says to explain. She had asked when she should take me in for a cleaning. No-o-o! Getting my teeth brushed is torture – to get that message across, I always shake my head and try to wiggle from the clutches of my scary blue toothbrush.

“That’s good.”

Shelley explained my diet: a blend of two adult dog food brands, two milk bones a day, cheese from the table and treats.

“You might want to hold back on the treats,” Ms. Vet said.


They’re not good for a healthy diet, Ms Vet said, adding that I can have some, but don’t go overboard.

I need, need treats is what Shelley should have told her.

“She has good muscle mass,” was another thing Ms. Vet mentioned.

Shelley said she takes me on walks (not enough) and plays with me (not enough there either).

Unlike Shelley, I’m at my ideal weight, plus, as a dog, I can’t go get my own treats whenever I feel like it. Apparently, I have to earn them.

I’m destined to being healthy (and also very cute), as well as one trim, fit feline-loving, bird-adoring BFF.

Dog Frustrations

In Center of attention, Going on walks, Inclusion, My stuffed toys, What's important on March 6, 2011 at 9:00 am

A lot of my stuffed toys have squeakies in them, and I love to grab them, give them a shake and bite on the squeaker. The chirp, chirp noise is the coolest sound I’ve ever heard. I particularly like teddy bears that are my size, as if they are friends that I can roll around with, pounce on and give a lick.

Shelley’s mom let me borrow her white stuffed dog that has a barker in it, while we played on the couch. Shelley kept pressing the barker, and then I tried, but I couldn’t find it. The barkers in my toys are in the head, the front paws or, in the case of my duckie, in the chest. I got mad, and didn’t want to have anything to do with the stuffed dog.

—Yes, my little Zoey walked to the end of the couch, turned her back on us and stared at the wall. My mom, who I was visiting last weekend, said, “Look, she’s ignoring her toy.” I don’t know if dogs experience anger, but she certainly had experienced frustration and wanted to get away from the source of her angst. The squeakie, I couldn’t tell her, is in the front elbow.

Um, Shelley, this is my blog! Why are you interrupting my blog when you have your own blog? I don’t think that’s fair. My challenge for you next week is to take me to the coffee shop every day, on two walks a day and anywhere else I can meet as many people as is dog-anly possible.

Wanting My Way

In Chasing smells, Going on walks, Learning commands, Looking for friends, Training for treats, Wanting My Own Rules on January 16, 2011 at 8:38 am

I am in this training class where I am learning how to go on walks. I don’t want to be in the class, so I either have my eye on the door, or I look out the window into the store for potential friends. To do this, I turn my back on the rest of the class.

The suck-y thing about this is Shelley bribes me with food to sit, stay, go to my bed and lie down until she says, “All done.” I want the food, and being a smart dog and all, I figure out what Shelley wants from me and do it. I don’t always get it the first time, or I get distracted by sights, sounds and especially smells. Even so, I catch on, just for the sake of my treat.

As for going on walks, I am in control. If I don’t want to walk, I dig in my heels and push out my forepaws, and Shelley ends up pulling me. She’s pulled me for two or three blocks at a time. I overheard her tell her mom that the trainer who teaches our class said I won’t get hurt. Pulling me is one way to get me to do what she wants. I don’t think so.

I’d rather walk when I want to walk. This is how I take walks: sniff every little smell in a one-foot radius, and then go onto the next foot. Back track. Walk in circles. Run. Walk. Stop. I’m not a mover and a shaker. I’m about stopping and smelling the smells, or the roses as you humans put it.


In Dog communication, Going on walks, Inclusion, Looking for friends, The importance of play on November 28, 2010 at 8:48 pm

I’m not shy, of course, but I am in want of many friends; like today when I met a mixed breed named Sparky. We were both out on walks with our owners, and we both wanted to do our smell-each-other’s-butts greeting. We did our circle-about dance, and just as we were ready to get into the serious business of play, Sparky’s owner said, “Come on, let’s go, Sparky.”

I chased after Sparky, moving my legs faster than the leash would allow, but Shelley wouldn’t let me meet up with my new friend, no matter how hard I tried.

Fortunately, I saw my friend again when we were on another block, and Shelley and the guy with Sparky let us re-greet and play, but only for about five minutes.

The problem is I’m very social and do not get enough attention. I need it 24-7, minus the time I’m sleeping. What I do get is being left home alone for eight hours while Shelley’s at work. She stops in for her breaks, but that’s still four plus four hours of aloneness. And then when Shelley comes home, she has to make dinner and do all these things before she plays with me.

I need stimulation. I need friends. And I need to feel included and a part of things. I don’t need to be sitting around on my day bed, moping and waiting for the click of the key in the doorknob.

I am what you call hail-fellow-well-met, but put in princess for the “fellow” part.

With all of my social skills, I still can take a beaten-dog approach when I see the vacuum cleaner or don’t want a leash put on me. I want to run free. I want to be my own dog. I have an owner, and she’s making all the rules. It’s not fair. I can’t be myself, at least for eight hours when the only exciting thing to do is sleep or try to figure out the sources of all the noises. I like looking out the window here and there. But it’s calling out to the emptiness that my barking becomes, a meaningless banter when what I need is to play, play, play!

The Graduate

In Going on walks, Learning commands, Puppy kindergarten, Training for treats on July 25, 2010 at 5:28 pm

I don’t think going on a walk with some long rope that limits my movements is fun. I have to wear this silly harness thing that rubs against my fur, and I can feel the pull of the leash as I try to move forward. I don’t want to go in a straight line. I don’t see the point when I can run around the backyard and don’t have to keep pace with slow mommy. I can stop and smell whatever I want to stop and smell.

The thing about going on walks is that I am expected to go straight and stay on the sidewalk and stop to sniff for a couple of minutes, not for five or 10 so that I can explore the depth of the smells, old ones on new ones. I want to figure out how popular the spot is for the dogs of our neighborhood, whether it’s a pole, bush or hydrant.

As for puppy kindergarten, I was the smallest dog in the room at four pounds and four months, so of course, I didn’t want to look at the other dogs. I wanted to go home. But mommy wasn’t reading my body language. She kept me there. I caught on to sitting and doing tricks for treats, but the spoken language was new to me. It was sounds without meaning until I saw the other dogs plop their butts on the floor and they got treats, so I decided I would do the same to collect something good.

“Sit” became an automatic response to me, because it was used more than the other commands, except for “no.” That one I learned right away, though I did not listen and follow through until it became clear I was in big trouble. I sit because I know good things will follow, like a treat, “good dog!” and pets, lots of them. Oh boy, I am a graduate.