Being Smarter than the Dog

I can write full-length novels, and do any number of things well. But now is the time to be smarter than the dog. 🙂 <3

Every day is an adventure. I’ve discovered this Havanese is a chow hound. Maybe because he had others to compete with back home, so he wolfs down his food and then wants to get up on the printer cabinet where I’ve measured out the rest of his food for the day so I don’t overfeed him.

He’s a jumper, so trying to jump on top of the printer stand, but he can’t make it. Thankfully.

So then his next goal–you see, just like in books, characters have to have all-important goals–so does Max. His next goal is to get the trash out of the wastepaper basket next to my desk. It’s mostly paper trash, though I throw my used up green tea bags in there too. It’s empty as it’s trash day, but I always line it with a recycled plastic bag. So he keeps getting into the wooden receptacle and I put a towel over it. Yesterday, I just put the trash can up above on the printer cabinet, but then I can’t reach it. Sooo, have to have another solution. He tried to pull off the towel, tried to go underneath the towel, finally climbed on top of the towel. With a new mission in mind. He could use this as stepping stool to reach his food on the printer cabinet. 🙂 <3

But the towel sank under his weight.

Max and the waste paper basket 001 (427x640)

He’s not going for playing with his ball or chewsticks or rope pull. He wants something different. So we went to down training and he’s doing well. He still doesn’t go down on command, but he’s no longer trying to grab the treat out of my hand. Maybe because I’ve switched the treat to the other hand and he just has to follow my empty hand to the floor.

I will say that we had no accidents in his bed the last two nights and I was working on a final Christmas bear order, I know I keep saying that, but I keep getting last minute bear orders, and I worked so late, he went into his cage to sleep. Woohoo! No fussing, just is totally acclimated to it.

When I bring the other puppy home, it’s going to be a new day dawning.

I did get my word goal down for yesterday, and about 500 extra words, but still about 2500 behind. Which is a lot less than I was behind. I spent a lot of time getting packages ready to ship. 🙂

Are you ready for Christmas? I need to pick up some candy, but otherwise, I’m done. 🙂  Well, except for finishing the last bear order and then I’ll ship it tomorrow.

Amethyst Bear

Amethyst Bear

It’s an Amethyst Bear like this one.

Off to work on the story before I run errands. Max finally pooped out. 🙂 I think he was waiting for his training. 🙂 <3

We had another fun foggy day.

A Cool Vampire Day

A Cool Vampire Day

Even More Vampire Like?

Even More Vampire Like?


Have a great Wednesday!

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4 thoughts on “Being Smarter than the Dog

  1. You chose wisely in getting a smaller dog. I have one that is able to reach the kitchen counter top. He has eaten an entire plate of biscuits and a half a meatloaf that was left to cool. So far, he has left the trash alone, thank goodness. Dino is two now, so I think he is about outgrown the puppy stage? Hope. Did you say there was another dog coming? I hope so, it is MHO that pets need a companion of their own kind, but like children, two will get into more trouble than one. lol But they are soooo worth it all,
    Thanks for sharing your pet stories.

    • LOL, he should be just about out of the puppy stage. 🙂

      Omigosh, I had a standard poodle that did that. I had one already and took in another whose owner had a heart attack. Anyway, she never fed the dog dog food, only human food. For three days, Angelina refused to eat dog food. Not that I blame her, but, she was a dog. So then, I had brought out a roast to cool and picked up the kids from Sunday School. The roast was on the high kitchen counter. When I got home, which was no more than 20 mins, the roast and the aluminum foil it had been sitting on was gone. Every bit of it. She didn’t knock the glass baking pan down that I had cooked it in. It was sitting there and the roast was…GONE.

      She was a chocolate thief too, which can be deadly for dogs. She’d get sooooo sick. You’d think she’d figure it out–eat it, get sick. But I had the chocolate bears for Easter for my Girl Scout troop and they were way high up. And Angelina got them all. And the wrappers too. I never had trouble with my Lab or my black standard poodle with stealing food.

      Max is 5 mos old, the other, Tanner, is 3 mos old. So it should be interesting to see how this all goes. 🙂 I pick him up on Monday. Max has been so easy to train on so many things. I hope I can do the same Tanner and Max won’t backslide. 🙂

      Yes, I’m going to have fun with two. They’ll be good for each other when I’m running errands. I don’t do them often, but they’ll have each other. It’s going to be hard keeping track of two of them though. 🙂

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