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Yappy Hour

Last Thursday wasn’t a good day for me, so after school I fed the dogs and crashed. My alarm went off announcing Yappy Hour, an event that I had programed into my phone earlier last week. I didn’t want to go. I was tired, cranky, and didn’t want to face a bunch of people. Still, I told myself that it might be fun, but if it wasn’t I could always leave and not bother going back to it the last two Thursdays of this month.

So, I dragged myself out of bed, put on “going out” clothes, grabbed Haley, and we drove across town to the dog park. On the way there, I told Haley that I wasn’t sure what the event would be like and that if she didn’t like being there, all she had to do was bark. She looked at me as if she knew what I was saying.

We arrived at the dog park and the event was smaller than I anticipated. I expected something huge, but it was a nice, personable event. The dogs were polite and playing together. It wouldn’t hurt to stay a few minutes.

We arrived at the same time as a couple German Shepherds. A dog barked at the gate. I tried to get Haley to go inside without letting the dog out. Being a princess, Haley feels that the gate or door has to be wide open before she can pass over the threshold. I pushed her through the small gap and tried to squeeze through, but the dog got out. The owner came and retrieved the dog and I walked away with Haley.

Most of the dogs there were big, but there were a handful of small dogs. Haley isn’t prone to interact with other dogs and sniffed around the tables because she knew that there was food on them.

After getting a dog biscuit and polishing it off, she went in search of another place with treats. Then she disappeared behind another table. I thought she was underneath the table, but when I searched for her, I found that she had made herself comfortable in a lady’s chair. The lady was one of the dog trainers and Haley used her charming skills to get several treats from her, even convincing her that the treats needed to be broken up into smaller pieces and hand fed. I just shook my head.

My neighbor’s mom’s dog was there. His name is Tito and he’s a four month old Shih Tzu-Chihuahua and a bundle of energy, never sitting still long enough for a pet. Despite being the same age as the Golden Retriever puppy, Tito quickly became the darling of the dog park, probably because he was so tiny and lightning fast.

There were drawings for prizes and even a trick contest. I thought about entering Haley into the contest, but I felt that her shake and speak were basic tricks. In hindsight, I think Haley would have done just fine. Several of the dogs were distracted and didn’t perform as well as they normally did when they were at home.

The contest winner was the most adorable black and white Pomeranian named Flower. I wasn’t surprised. Her cuteness alone would have won the contest.

Shortly after the contest, it was time to go. An hour and a half had passed that quickly? So much for staying only a couple minutes and leaving.

As we left, I called my mom and told her about how Haley had taken over the lady’s chair and somehow convinced her to dote on Haley. We agreed that it’s typical Haley behavior.

I plan on going back again this Thursday. This time I’m going to take Clara and Molly. I thought about taking all three Shih Tzus, but I decided that I didn’t want to try to keep an eye on three dogs. I just need to bathe them and give them haircuts, or at the very least trim the hair back from their eyes.

I hope this week will be just as much fun as last week. Or at least as relaxing as it was. I’ll keep you posted.

Until next time, drag your human to the next doggy event. It will be good for them.

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Day 22: Intelligence 2 Stars?

I went on Vetstreet to see what the site had to say about Chow Chows. I stopped when it said that a Chow’s intelligence was 2 stars. Apparently Chows thinking and problem solving isn’t the greatest. Shih Tzu on the other hand have a 5 star rating. What gets me is that on other sites Shih Tzu aren’t considered intelligent.

Who makes up these tests to judge the intelligence of dogs? Did someone only sample a few dogs and made a general assumption? Perhaps I’m biased, but Buddy and my girls are all intelligent and sometimes I wish they didn’t demonstrate the problem solving abilities. It sure would be easier keeping them in one place.

Sometimes I wonder if people get a dog’s intelligence wrong because they don’t realize that the dog is manipulating them. I know first hand that Shih Tzu will not perform unless there is something in it for them or if they know that they’ll get something whether or not they do the work. I’m not as experienced with Buddy, but if other Spitz breeds are any indication, I’m sure that the Chow Chow falls into this category.

I do understand the need to make these generalizations. It ensures that people get the right dog for their family. Though it makes me wonder if sometimes these generalizations are more harmful than beneficial. Take Pit Bull types for example. Generalizations made about them have caused them to be banned from certain cities, states, counties, and countries.

I wish there was an alternative to the generalization, but there really isn’t one.

Other times I wonder if human interference has helped or harmed “Man’s Best Friend.” I mean, we have breeds that can barely breathe, some that suffer neurological issues, some that are prone to cancer, and so on. I mean, I love my dogs, but honestly only one of them is suited for life without humans. The other five would probably suffer due to their short snouts.

When I get like this I remind myself that I’m thinking too much. It is what it is. The best thing that I can do is make sure that the dogs in my care are taken care of and that they have an excellent quality of life. Not to toot my own horn, but I think they have a great quality of life. In fact, I think they’re a bit spoiled and a bit arrogant.

Buddy believes that the fan that I put in the living room to circulate the air was actually put in there for him. Silly puppy. Or smart puppy. I’m not sure which, but he sure enjoys that fan.

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Due to this particular setting on my camera, both fans looks stationary, but the white one was actually running

I think I’m going to try to shut my brain off and just watch some YouTube videos that don’t make me think. In other news, I think the depression tide has gone out which means that I’ll be able to enjoy about a fortnight of good days before the tide comes back in, but I won’t think about the incoming tide. I’m just going to enjoy the good days.

Until next time, stay cool everyone.


Teaching a Dog to Be a Dog

When my Rat Terrier first came to live with us, she was shy around people, preferring to be in the company of dogs. However, it seemed like she didn’t actually know how to be a dog and mimicked my Shih Tzu. Today my RT more or less behaves like a dog rather mimicking the behavior of other dogs.

That was the first time I had ever encountered a dog that wasn’t a dog, or at least wasn’t a dog in my understanding of the term. I understood a dog to be a treat-loving, food begging, carpet cleaning, being that spoke a different language that I do, but somehow we’re able to communicate. Okay, so that’s not exactly how I view my dogs. Basically, my dogs are my best friends and I like to believe that I am theirs. That being said, a dog that startles at every sound doesn’t seem very dog-like to me.

This weekend my dad brought my Blue Heeler named Shelby. She’s been living with him since she was born and he was the only human she really knew. Her life consisted of my dad, her bother, her mother, her father, and their backyard. She had never gotten a treat before; nor had she ever played with an actual dog toy (she’s played with stuff she’s found in the backyard).

Now that she’s living with me she’s an indoor dog. She’s taken to being inside. She’s even taken to dog toys and she’s learned that counter-surfing is a sport that all medium to large dogs should participate in. The only problem is she won’t eat treats or people food–although she sure likes the smell. I should be happy for a dog that doesn’t beg; one that is happy eating her food and only that, but I’m not. Being used to three dogs who come running at the sound of the pantry door opening, I can’t wrap my head around one that doesn’t even know what a dog biscuit is.

Right now a dog biscuit lays untouched in her crate. I gave her a smelly-good treat and she liked it much better. I think she prefers treats that smell really good. That doesn’t bother me. I have plenty of smell-good treats that I don’t give my smaller dogs because they have a tendency to swallow them whole.

Okay, so I guess my Heeler knows how to be a dog, but she has a pickier palate than my other three girls. I can work with that. It gives me an excuse to indulge in her; to buy more expensive treats knowing that they’ll last longer since only one dog gets them. This should be an interesting ride.