Showing posts with label rules. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rules. Show all posts

Monday, January 5, 2009

A Perfect Day

Perfect Manners Puppy comes with a price.

Going out to Potty: 11 times. (and three #2s too!)
Must watch Emily's every twitch, and predict when she needs to go.
- including three times in the rain. She always picks the most disgusting part of the yard. Once I peeled an earthworm off her leg. She always steps back on her puddle of #1, and stepped on #2 once too. Must wipe her bum, clean her paws, and praise her with cuddling and warming, while picking up her messes, and cleaning up the yard with hot water and broom.

Meals: 4, soaked in warm water, and hand fed one kibble at a time, while practicing "come!" and "sit."

Averting Cujo Hours: 4 times, around 1 hour each of careful interaction and ignoring the bratty behavior, cutting short barking and tantrums before they escalate, and taking away the wrong toys and giving her calming chew toys.

Then, there's the other 7 post-nap playing that must not become Cujo Hours.

Include 30 minute cuddle-walk, greeting strangers for socialization, and you have Emily's 24 hours.

Result: One Perfect Day.
Puppy Parents: Exhausted.

[ETA] That was Sunday. Monday morning, Emily has forgotten everything. Oi.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Cujo Hour

After a power nap, Emily Puppy turns into Evil Monster. I call it her "cujo hour," when my sweet cute baby turns into Dog Hyde. We're trying to keep these short, under 15 minutes, then quickly calm down, but she can go on up to 1 hour, with barking, howling, air-biting. Rampage!

It escalates if she gets the Bunny, so it's off limits for now.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Day 3 Trauma Part 1

As with all things, it began with Potty. She made a mess in front of her crate before I woke up, but that wasn't her fault. It was outside her crate, and her playgym blankie touched both #1&#2. Had to cut those parts out.

Later in the day, she did a beautiful Potty outside, both. So I was taken off guard when, after I'd stood up to clean something, she ran to jump on my red cushion. Then prompty peed on it. Trauma! Said my first "No! Bad Puppy!" in the act. *heartbreak*

After that she clambered for my lap again, and I realized I'd started a bad habit. So, more heartbreak, as I kept telling her "No," and keeping her from climbing. Lap time, only when invited is the New House Rule.