flipper wrote:

On Thu, 13 May 2010 10:16:57 -0400, "Michael A. Terrell"
wrote:


flipper wrote:

Michael A. Terrell wrote:

flipper wrote:

On Wed, 12 May 2010 08:36:55 -0400, "Michael A. Terrell"
wrote:

flipper wrote:

Michael A. Terrell wrote:

Mine could jump between the time you started to sit, and your butt
hit the chair. Then give you 'The look' when you dared to sit and crowd
him into the corner of the chair.

LOL. Yes, I can see that.

I'm trying to impose a bit of discipline in that he's not allowed in
the chair unless granted permission.

The biggest problem is in sending 'mixed signals' by cracking up
laughing when he attempts to 'sneak on' one paw at a time as he tends
to interpret laughing as 'approval'.


Are you sure your dog isn't just playing with your mind? ;-)

Hell no I'm not sure. LOL

Pretty sure, though

The thing is, they pick up cues lightning fast, as long as it's
something they want. hehe Like "This is a biscuit. Good biscuit. You
want a biscuit?" Give dog biscuit.

It only took ONCE and next time you say "biscuit" the dog not only
goes into the "YES I want one" routine but dashes to the pantry
because I had given it to him there.

Which means, each time at the chair I laugh and give in... "well,
that worked." hehe

Same thing with the can opener, btw. I like tuna sandwiches so after
the first time I mixed tuna oil with his food I swear, for at least a
month, every time I opened a can of anything he was there "ok, where's
that yummy stuff? huh huh huh? Where, where?"

He finally figured out it ain't happening if I haven't picked up the
food bowl too.


Our Rat Terrier had a strange appetite. He would eat raw green
beans, but not cooked. He loved raw tomatoes, but wasn't crazy about
cooked. I gave him a small bowl of Chili once. He went crazy eating
it, but when he finished, there was a small pile of kidney beans in the
back of the bowl. He had licked them all clean, but wouldn't eat them.


Ah, a true Texan: no beans in the chili. LOL


No, he was an Ohio dog. It's just that some of the other dogs in the
neighborhood were a 'VERY' bad influence on him...


My Aussie was like that with his pill. You could, and I did,
multi-layer wrap and pack the dern thing in cheese, poke it to the
back of his throat, hold mouth close, stroke neck... yada yada... and
as soon as you let go a pristine, clean as a whistle, pill would go
plop in the floor.

Needless to say, just sticking it in a bowl of food didn't work any
better than your kidney beans.

I don't remember for sure now but I think I ended up having to grind
the things to powder.


Or dissolve it in a bowl of water. Maybe you should have froze it in
an ice cube? ;-)

Took me quite a while to get over the Aussie dying.


Like my Rat Terrier. He started having strokes about a year before we
had to have him put to sleep. The veterinarian said that there was
nothing that could be done for him, and they were becoming more frequent
with less recovery between strokes.

It was sudden with the Aussie, playing one day and gone the next, but
I don't know if that's better or worse.


At least you didn't have to watch its health fail, and constantly
clean up the messes when it got sick. It finally got to the point that
we couldn't let him continue to suffer, even though it meant that we
would lose our long time friend.

True. On the other hand, I wasn't in any way 'prepared' for it either.
There's just no 'good' way to lose your pal.


No, there isn't. It was bad enough having to leave him at home when
I left for the US Army. He HATED uniforms. It took him at least six
months to forgive me for arriving home in my dress uniform, when I was
released from active duty.

OTOH, flying home in that uniform saved me almost $1000 by using a
military standby ticket.


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