[pyrnet] Teenage dogs

[Rhonda Collins <rhonda@castlepublishing.com>]

At 12:01 AM 12/07/2001 -0500, you wrote:

> Rhonda Collins wrote:<<Why IS
> it that I can take him places where there are scads of people and animals
> and he minds (for the most part) fairly well, but in class he forgets
> everything and suddenly becomes hearing disabled?>>
>  
> LOL! Because he's a Pyr! Pyrs LIVE to embarrass us in obedience classes.
> And how old is Newman again? Sounds like he might be entering his
> "teenage" phase. Lucky you. <G>
>  
> Barb Bowes 

Oh, yeah...he's 7 1/2 months worth of piss n' vinegar as my Grandpa
would've said. Whereas before when I called him, he'd come bouncing to
see me, now he glances over, sniffs, and ignores me. I go to get him and
he plays keep away, with him the item to "keep away" from
me.  I say "kennel", he goes to the bathroom. I say
"bathroom" he goes to the kennel, or outside, or anywhere he
damn well pleases. Then we play "keep away".  He
un-decorates the Christmas tree, (rearranging hand-made ornaments into
tiny scraps spread all over the living room) unwraps the packages, helps
the sock monster ruin our sock stash, and puts me on Martha Stewart's hit
list. The trainer says, "Try a sit-stay...stand on one end of the
leash and tell him to sit-stay."  Yeah, sure. What does SHE
know? SHE isn't 120 lbs with a 100 lb dog on the other end of that leash.
<picture rhonda doing a double flip as Newman takes off like a rocket
to see what DELIGHTFUL thing that is 20 yards away>.  She says,
"Don't let him pull on the leash" as he suddenly takes it into
his head to zoom across the street <thank God there were no cars
coming>, towing me after him as if I'm on roller skates! (hey,
dog...ever hear of a head collar? Well you have NOW!)

I used to threaten to lock my teenage CHILDREN in the closet.
Unfortunately, that was illegal. Thank God kennels are NOT!

Now...it's 12:41 am. He woke me up barking up a storm from the bathroom
(where he usually sleeps at night...and QUIETLY, I might add), so I let
him out to poop...not that he really needed to go. Since I refused to
play keep away, I came in to answer e-mail until he came in looking for
me, then sent him back to his "room" to bed. I am headed back
to bed myself, and if he wakes me again, I may greet him with a baseball
bat....Grrrrrrr.  It's back to "Puppy 101".

Right now, Barb, I do NOT like my dog. LOL.