Dog Question
Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 10:31 am
You wanted a smart dog, you said. You liked having a smart dog. Now you have a dog who has spent only a month in the company of human beings, and prior to that was finding his own food and water to survive (the constant foraging/hunting behavior displayed outdoors is fascinating to watch, I grant you). He is not a dumb dog.
But here are some things smart dogs do:
They break all four of the locks on their crate, and so whenever you leave the house you find a previously-crated dog waiting for you. Surprising that the trail of destruction wrought in this process is not worse, but it does mean he will poop on your rug, finding himself unable to exit the house.
Smart dogs understand how to remove their collars when nobody is watching. There's also something about cattle dogs, that their necks appear to be thicker than any other point on their heads. So now he's in a harness. I can solve that for now. But I do not know what to do about breaking the locks on the crate. I have zip ties but I'm thinking if he can destroy a plastic frisbee or bone in short order, he can probably chew those off eventually. And the more zip ties that go on, the less you can extract him quickly if he does need to potty, or there's a tornado or fire or something. If you put on something like a twist tie, he will use his tongue to pull it in and remove it.
Anyway, have you ever had an escape artist, and then what?
Also, they say to exhaust the puppy, you know, give him lots of exercise! The upshot is that I am constantly exhausted, but the puppy is wondering where the other 10 miles of his cattle-driving run went, and therefore has 10 miles of energy left. I can have certain kids take him for walks at certain times, but the kids with the most free time on their hands are also the ones I trust least with Mr. Humans-are-strange here. He loves the kids but you never know what they will do at first, and certain strangers walking by will trigger defense-mode. Yet for some reason he has no problem with the people who ding my own alarm bell, like the dude working on the house down the block, who I have finally come to grasp is actively hitting on me and not simply fascinated by my inherently fascinating dog. According to my kid, "what a world" has become a "meme" now, so I say to you, "what a world". Ready for my nap. Where is it?
But here are some things smart dogs do:
They break all four of the locks on their crate, and so whenever you leave the house you find a previously-crated dog waiting for you. Surprising that the trail of destruction wrought in this process is not worse, but it does mean he will poop on your rug, finding himself unable to exit the house.
Smart dogs understand how to remove their collars when nobody is watching. There's also something about cattle dogs, that their necks appear to be thicker than any other point on their heads. So now he's in a harness. I can solve that for now. But I do not know what to do about breaking the locks on the crate. I have zip ties but I'm thinking if he can destroy a plastic frisbee or bone in short order, he can probably chew those off eventually. And the more zip ties that go on, the less you can extract him quickly if he does need to potty, or there's a tornado or fire or something. If you put on something like a twist tie, he will use his tongue to pull it in and remove it.
Anyway, have you ever had an escape artist, and then what?
Also, they say to exhaust the puppy, you know, give him lots of exercise! The upshot is that I am constantly exhausted, but the puppy is wondering where the other 10 miles of his cattle-driving run went, and therefore has 10 miles of energy left. I can have certain kids take him for walks at certain times, but the kids with the most free time on their hands are also the ones I trust least with Mr. Humans-are-strange here. He loves the kids but you never know what they will do at first, and certain strangers walking by will trigger defense-mode. Yet for some reason he has no problem with the people who ding my own alarm bell, like the dude working on the house down the block, who I have finally come to grasp is actively hitting on me and not simply fascinated by my inherently fascinating dog. According to my kid, "what a world" has become a "meme" now, so I say to you, "what a world". Ready for my nap. Where is it?