Category Archives: dog training

where for art thou???

where for art thou???

How do I hide something so well in the house that after a week of my mom & dad crawling around they still can’t find it anywhere? They keep asking, “How does she do that?” I’m good!
My mom learned in class a couple of weeks ago that giving me rawhide chews/bones is verboten (boo!) so they bought me a small elk antler for $10 and today I had it in my mouth one second, and the next it’s gone…where did it go? They’ll never find it…haha!
I was so cute…when I ran around with it in my mouth she said I looked like saber toothed puppy (at least in profile)…I also managed to hide (permanently) a kong, but I have another…but the antler was for sure in the house as mom put it in my crate before she had to go out (I hate that part – but I love the peanut butter filled kong). They were teaching me “bone” with the antler. I’m not sure why, but mom keeps muttering, “Where the hell is it??” and “Bahhhhhhh!”

don’t leave me in the car either…!

don’t leave me in the car either…!

 

lulu hanging out in her skybox

For the first 20 minutes of training class this morning we had to leave our dogs in the car. I had never left Lulu in the car for more than about 2.5 minutes before so she was a tad incensed.
This evening we went grocery shopping and decided to bring her with us. A quickish trip into Costco (as quick as that can ever be), a quick trip into Superstore, and then brought the poopsie into Petland to buy her some Orijen puppy food and a deer antler (didn’t know until one of the classes last week that rawhide was a total no-no).
Lulu whimpered almost the entire car ride home…not sure if she was excited or upset…surely she has to enjoy being in the car with us more than being locked in her crate at home?

don’t leave me…!!!

don’t leave me…!!!

For the last couple of months I’ve been in the habit of tossing a kong filled with peanut butter into Lulu’s crate before exiting the house so she’s occupied and doesn’t watch me leave. This morning I put half a dental bone thingie in there and she was scratching, and BARKING, and whimpering before I even got out the door. Good grief that’s a heart wrenching sound.

Don’t leave me!

Don’t leave me!

Yikes…if I could find a way to get paid to play with lulu all day I’d be a very happy puppy-mommy!