I have a new puppy and I thought I might share her with some old friends. She is not like the Regal Bella, who took part of my heart when she went to wait for me over that rainbow bridge. My Bella who waits faithfully guarding the Throne of God until the other half of her heart comes to meet her again.
I must say my new family member has been with me now 6 months and I am just beginning to let my heart thaw a little and bond with her ever so much. Tiny little measurements in the heart and soul. It is not all my doing either. Both of us come together wary, slow to crack open that part where the pain resides at the least little scratch. If, as our Buddhist brothers believe she is working her way voluntarily up the Karmic ladder to Nirvana, she would be wise to size up her situation and find out WHO that entity is, who swoops her up like a feather, with practiced Doberman firmness. That person who just now is getting the difference down between loving a wee little fur ball and a playful 80 lb. Doberman.
A puppy. Well the person part of this duo forgot a lot about what it means to be a puppy and the caretaker of a puppy. She also did not give a thought to how different these two dogs types might be. I just had Doberman in my head, as it has always been through out my life..A dog is a dog, right? Slight variation in size and color and look, but basically a fur faced family member...As IF all family members are alike. I do not know what I was thinking? Well I was not thinking, I was not engaged emotionally, my heart was still broke and what was left was somewhere else.
So back to the introduction. She came as a tiny ball of apricot and cream fur. I first saw her when she was 5 weeks old. So sweet. I left her with the breeder ,so she might be with her mom and litter mates and become mentally dog healthy. On her 8th week I bring her home. Soon it is apparent something was wrong with this pup. Instead of being all the things she should have been , staying that long with mom and sibs, she was a terror. She was not anything the breeder said she was ,not semi potty trained, would not eat, avoided humans and was anything but willing to PLEASE when asked to comply with her new family. Early removal syndrome. Some how I find out, her mom quit nursing her at 5 weeks, the breeder kept her in a laundry room with urine and poo on the floor. She ate whatever the family was eating, no dog food. Generally a puppy mill situation. If you add to that the fact that her new mom was still locked in grief from the death of her best friend Bella. Well as you can see we had a road to travel together . And so we began one day at a time. At the end of many a day, human mom was at her wits end learning that a fur-faced 8 week old cock-a-poo was a far cry from a 8 week old Doberman.
She got the name Blondie because of the gorgeous apricot and cream fur. Her name is still Blondie, but I find that TAZ comes to mind more often. First off before anything can happen on the behavior home front, the pup must eat. Well she would NOT eat. I gave her everything the breeder said she ate. Nope. She was very thin, I thought, so I was not up to starving her by putting food down and letting her eat or die. I went through food like wind through a tunnel. Money was flying out the door and food was being dumped in the garbage. We went to the Vet to see if there was anything wrong. Nope skinny, but basically healthy. Yada,yada advice. All the stuff a dog person knows. Weeks and then months go by and she wins the first round. After six months , maybe more, she finally decides on "Iams,pate", chicken and rice, if in dire circumstances she will eat the "Iams, beef and rice pate". OF COURSE she will eat; ROASTED CHICKEN, SOME STEAK, PRIME RIB, LIVERWURST,BLUEBERRIES, AND SOMETIMES A POACHED EGG. She is iffy about bacon and peanut butter cottage cheese [nope], but likes celery. I rest my case.
I keep a basically poop and pee free home. Bella had always used her dog door, to come and go as she pleased. Preferring always to do her job out side AND ALWAYS OUT OF SIGHT OF A HUMAN EYE. A private girl when it came to the bathroom . She had to grin and bare it when we took road trips and she had to go on a leash or in a small area with me looking on. I finally resorted to looking at the yonder trees and watching her out of the side of my eyes...NO looking or NO product. Well Ms. Blondie likes to cop a squat at the drop of a hat. She can be running and squat so fast it would take a , sprinter to catch her, and then she is off in a flash. Usually everyone in the room is screaming ..NO, STOP, Bad DOG, and she smiles and jets off before anyone can lay a hand on her.. By the time anyone catches her there has been a time laps and of course one is not supposed to take them back to the offending pee or pile. So I patiently do the right thing, showed it to her and then took her outside...as if that gave her any cause to not pee and poo where she liked. One day, after we had been out for our bathroom session, we 'come back in and in a blink of an eye out comes another poo and she looks up at me and smiles. Well on this day my arthritis was playing in a band with his fellow Arthur's and I was at the end of my tether. I managed to chase her down , grab her by the nape of her golden curly neck, fly back to the POO pile [roll] and cram her nose right up to the offending ,stinking pile and beat her up with a near by , convenient newspaper... WELL, hard hearted BITCH that I was felt better. Blondie was in shock, esp. after I sailed her out the back door , onto the grass. We have made quantum steps in the right direction ever since my crazed behavior...Now I have a dog door. It was for Bella the Doberman. This dog IS small, 10 pounds. In the beginning I did not expect her to go through it, EVEN if she could leap on the tables 'in one leap', crawl through any MOUSE hole in the fenced yard, or run like she is on fire and leap a good 5 plus feet in any direction......will she use the transparent dog door to go outside...NO! I have pushed her through it back and forth. My daughter and I have sat on either side of the hole with treats, pushing her back and forth. I have put her out there in the dark, with a light on in the room with the dog door, any half wit could figure it out. Her mom and pop had a dog door, she got to watch them go through. She watches the cat come and go, even when she is harassing the cat and the cat runs for her life through the dog door, does she follow the cat out through the door, no she comes to a sliding stop and looks at me to open the door. Does anyone have a idea I might try? I am stumped. It also gives her a reason not to wait for the potty.
Up to now I have talked about TAZ. TAZ has a alter ego named Blondie. The sweetest, smartest, gentlest little pup. She looks in your eyes and in there one sees a kind and gentle loving heart. She is so sweet my Vet office voted her the cutest pup two months in a row. He said I could make money off her cuteness. A Hallmark Beauty. Just when I am about to love up Blondie, TAZ leaps out for a second. I don't normally tell this part of the story, but for you guys I will.
When I first brought Blondie home I knew she had to sleep alone in a small kennel next to my bed. So at bedtime I feed her, potty her and we go to bed. I felt so bad I brought her out and into the bed with me. She sniffed her way around, bothered the cat, but she would not settle down. She just squirmed and made herself very busy, she was not sleepy. I let her play a little and turned off the light. I felt her climb up the side of my head, onto the pillow. I had a kitten once who liked to fall asleep at the top of my head. Well I waited to see if she would settle down and I feel a warm soothing sensation on the top of my sleepy head. TAZ had peed on my head. It summed up how she must have felt. ME TOO!