I have been trying all week to get a shot that show just how teensy Miss Spring (I decided I didn’t like Bounce) is, but as she doesn’t know any commands like “sit” or “wait”, and since she is always trying to climb right inside my skin and hibernate there, it’s been more or less impossible. But yesterday,while I was cleaning out the shed and ignoring the dogs, Spring actually wandered off on her own a little, and I managed to capture this tableau:
Is there something behind me?
No doubt you’re all “Sure, whatever Food Lady, Spring is obviously laying about 10 feet behind Tweed.” But actually, she is laying less than a foot behind him. She is just really freakin’ small, and so narrow she is practically 2 dimensional. I brought her to agility class on Thursday and we stood her next to Rogue (who was none too happy to be in such close proximity to something small, girly and possibly cuter than she is. She is the resident border-collie-or-something-jack and doesn’t appreciate competition) who is just 16″ bang on the nose. Spring is much smaller, maybe a good inch shorter at the shoulder. Mon petite chienne!
I also taught her the A-Frame in about 3 tries. I rewarded once for putting paws on the scary thing, once for bouncing part way up it and once for going up and over it. After that, I couldn’t keep her off it! She kept racing up and over the Frame at any given opportunity (and executing a perfect running contact at the bottom too). This is a dog who is begging for someone to challenge her brain.
Although she is so little, I can’t imagine where she would be hiding said brain.
She is overly fond of her crate, preferring to hang out in it to just about anything else, although she paws like crazy at the door if she thinks I am leaning over to open in. We’ve just about conquered not doing that, and waiting for an “ok” to exit the crate – she’s very bright. However, she needs some serious confidence building. Somewhere along the line, someone told her she was a chihuahua, or some other kind of lap dog, and she is constantly asking to be picked up. I deliberately have dogs that like to walk on their own feet for a reason, so I don’t oblige her often, which means she is frequently pawing at my legs as we walk, or jumping up to mouth my fingers. I’m ignoring it for now (and rewarding her when she starts walking on all 4 feet, and NOT on the backs of my shoes), but I’d really like her to stop as my calves are getting all scratched up. Ideas?
As soon as I sit on the ground, she’s on my lap. If I turf her out one too many times, she runs away and hides … there is no in between for this little girlie: you either love her, or you apparently despise her. Poor thing.
Aside from the malevolent TWooie, she is fitting in very well, even playing with the other dogs … even when they look like they are possessed.
But she prefers to play with Wootie
… when TWooie will let Wootie play, which is like, never.
And STAY away from him, got it?
But, when she can keep up with him, Dexter remains her all time favourite play companion.
She seems to be okay with kids. Initially she barked at my landlord’s little girl, because Tweed and Dexter did, but then she decided she was a-okay. Or possibly edible, not sure which.
But nobody loves a small child like Piper does :)
Which is the opposite reaction that Dexter has to children …
I guess I failed in this socialization department :( Dex met lots of kids when he was a puppy and I made sure he did, and that his experiences were good. Then one day when he was just shy of a year old he met a kid that he thought was scary, and that was it for him and kids – he wants nothing to do with them. Fortunately, retreat is his one and only choice when confronted with kids. No nasty face, no lunging, nothing even remotely aggressive. Just abject terror and some distance ;-)
Anyway. Spring apparently brought summer with her, as it’s been quite lovely for most of my days off!
It would not be unreasonable to claim that it’s hot outside, even.
We’re going to go enjoy it some more before I have to go back to work tomorrow. And while I wait for the guy who is coming to buy one of my many roosters. That’s right, you heard me … my many *bleeping* roosters. It would seem I SUCK at selecting chickens, because 3 of the 4 Ameraucana “pullets” I bought were actually roosters. Bastards. I am so disappointed, I really wanted lots of blue eggs :( But I did buy some Welsummer pullets (sexed by someone else this time!!) that I get to pick up in a couple of weeks, so I will get dark chocolatey eggs.
If you want a free Ameraucana rooster, just shoot me an email. Seriously, come take them away. Otherwise I’m going to have to eat them (Mr Bantam Rooster is kicking ten kinds of holy hell out of them every day) and I haven’t figured out how to do that without killing them, so … come on, help a sister out! Take a rooster!
Please? I’ll post another cute photo of Spring?
If that doesn’t work, I’ll SEND Dexter to FORCE you to take a rooster.
How come she never offers me a rooster?