Leadership training and backyard reclamation

I think Cody's problem may be he is not secure with me as pack leader. (Ok, I KNOW it's been Dog Whisperer week)but really. He is displaying territorial behavior (they all do) in the backyard.

When I moved (last October) my foot was in bad shape and didn't spend time in the backyard like I used to. That, coupled with the kicking screaming man behind us, has made them fence barkers. So now I must reclaim my backyard. There just never ceases to be new worlds to conquer.

It was Cody's turn last night to sleep in the bed-part of my "my will be done training". Prissy is having a lot of trouble with "wait your turn" and it is confusing for her with my folks right down the street. Poor little goofball. It's tough to be just another member of the pack and not the queen of the universe.

A trap! A flood! A rescue! A Pupparoni!

Prissy almost managed to drown herself today. She decided to bypass my blocking of the hole that leads to freedom (and to Mom and Dad's) and got tangled. It started raining and the famous (that's all anyone is talking about) floods started. Now she was on a sidewalk, but the water next to the sidewalk was probably 7 inches deep and rising.

She was terrified, and rightly so. I sloshed through the water in my crocs (irony, eh) and untangled her silly self. Being a dog, the minute she was free she gave it no further thought.

Thought process, I imagine was "dang it, I want to get through that hole. Stupid Mom blocked it. Oh well. OH FINE, now I can' get out and play with the other dogs I'm stuck. Wow, look at that water...MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Thanks Ma, hi guys, let's play! Oh, Ma, it's time for our morning snack as long as you are up."

Ponder this-does that show lack of understanding of what MIGHT have happened-or rather real intelligence, i.e., it didn't, so why worry about it?

Viva Las Vegas

I'll be flying home through Las Vegas next week. Last time I was in Vegas (for a layover) Dottie was with me. I let her have her own machine and we lost about 20 dollars a piece.

I'd like to take her with me this time too, but it won't be possible. It's a medical/surgical trip and I don't want to be doped up trying to get a one eyed elderly chihuahua across the Mexican border.

Noahs Ark

Omigosh, it's never going to stop raining. BAH humbug! Prissy is wired up like a kid on orange crush and vanilla wafers-she's wearing us all out. I haven't posted a picture in a while-this is my rare photo of a ball python turd-coincidentally about the same size as a chihuahua turd.

You will have to take my word for it that it is not, in fact a chihuahua turd posing as a ball python turd. A quiz will follow.

Yay-I'm back

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Dottie paid a visit to Uncle John and Prissy went and had lunch with Mom and Dad. It's important to maintain a proper social life.

CODY nipped at a little girls leg-we are going to have to move into serious obedience training to give him confidence. I'm also working on "balancing" the pack and that means putting a sign on the door that says No touch, no eye contact to remind Mom and Dad not to come in with great excitement. I recorded an episode of the dog Whisperer where two dogs in a nursing home (maltese) were being nippy and aggressive-I'm going to ask Mom and Dad to watch it. Maybe if it comes from Cesar they will listen.

Prissy is the only one confused by the move. She spent a year with Mom and Dad, two months with me, back to Mom and Dad's while I had surgery, back with me, back to Mom and Dad's and now back with me....but only one house down. My other dogs are used to travels and changes and it doesn't seem to phase them. Home is where the crate is.