And so it begins . . . puppy teething. Micron will be four months on January 23rd and right on schedule for starting on the adult teeth. We all thought it was oh-so-cute when he lost his top two front teeth and then we noticed his new attraction to leather shoes. Well, all shoes really, but leather is always a puppy’s favorite it seems. Ok, so shoes and table legs and door frames and well, you know, anything that will fit inside that adorable puppy maw is at grave risk of dental imprinting. We are now on Puppy Alert Level of Yellow-Elevated. And he is answering to the sing-song call ringing throughout the house of Micron-Whatcha-Chewin’-On?
That’s him in the pic at the top carrying both of Derek’s size 12’s around the living room. His snout is completely inside. One of the cardinal rules of dog training is that you can’t laugh when giving a correction. Not a problem here; he couldn’t see a thing.
On a bit more positive note, we’ve turned a corner in his obedience training. Things are starting to click in that cute little blonde head of his. Micron’s maturing out of his little furball stage into a young pup. A couple of weeks ago I was getting a blank stare for “shake.” Today, it’s a solid paw slap into my palm. Good stuff. We’ve introduced the CCI commands of Sit, Down, Wait, Release, Shake, Heel, Kennel, Let’s Go, Car, and the ever important command of Hurry for toileting on command.
So with that training arsenal in place, we began puppy classes at Dayton Dog Training
this week. I strolled in there fully confident that I had a star pupil on the end of that leash. And was immediately and completely humbled. Inside that intelligent puppy brain is, of course, a puppy. His thought process for the next 60 minutes included things like, hey-hey-hi-i’m-a-puppy-are-you-a-puppy-too-wanna-rassle and hey-hey-what’s-that-smell-yow-gotta-pee-hey-there’s-another-puppy. Right. I’m taking some better treats next week.
For a closing, I’m including a couple of frosty nose pics from that last big snow we had.