Dog Behavior

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Those of you who’ve been reading my blog for a while know about Nalla’s bad habits.  If you’re not a regular here, check out my Who Pooped post.  Well, I’ve never mentioned this, but over the past couple months, Dad’s been training us using Don Sullivan’s training system.  I hate to admit it, but it has actually been working.  Yeah, I’m starting to give up some control and let the big guy be in charge.  Don’t get me wrong—I’m still spoiled and get my way most of the time.  But Dad and even my nanny are using this training on me, so I’m starting to give in.  Nalla gave in to it right away.  She is now very obedient.  You should see how she walks by Dad’s side and listens to everything he says.  Well, almost everything. 

So back to Nalla’s problem.  We were all eager to get Nalla potty trained.  But she just couldn’t seem to grasp the concept.  Out of desperation, Dad spoke to The Dog Father himself.  He advised shrinking the pen to be just barely big enough for us to get in and out of our crates.  Since we have our own automatic door to get outside, there was no reason for us to have any more space inside than we needed to get in our crates to sleep.  He said to keep it like this for three weeks before giving us more space.  So Dad did this. 

For three weeks, Nalla and I were stuck in a tiny pen together; side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder.  Of course we could get outside where there was a lot more space.  I ended up spending a lot of time outside.  The weather was nice and it’s good to get out of the house now and then anyway.  But the best part is, it worked immediately!  From the first day Dad shrunk the pen, Nalla stopped peeing and pooping on the floor.  She went outside every time.  After three weeks Dad started increasing our space by a few inches every day.  We were up to a pretty good size.  Then she blew it.  This morning she left a package on the floor.  Dad and I were very disappointed.  Dad shrunk the pen to less than half the size it was yesterday and said if she does it again he’ll make it tiny again.

So Nalla, if you’re reading this: Please, no more pooping on the floor!

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It wasn’t me! Honest! No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. I don’t speak English and Mom and Dad don’t speak Pomeranian. When Dad would come in and find dog poop on the floor he’d always ask, “who pooped on the floor?” Since I couldn’t defend myself, we’d both get blamed.

I know I haven’t always been perfect in this area.  I have been know to pee on the floor a time or two. But lately I’ve been very good. If there’s dog poop on the floor you can be sure it’s Nalla’s.

But now, through the use of technology, I was finally able to prove my innocence! I set up a webcam and caught her in the act. When I showed Dad the video he apologized for ever doubting me.

Watch here as Nalla pees and poops on the floor.  What a pig! After spending a few minutes outside she comes in, pees on the floor and goes back out. Then, three minutes later, she poops on the floor twice! I was outside when she did it. Between the two poopings she checked outside to make sure I wasn’t watching. When I came in I found that filthy dog pooped on the floor twice. Even after being sent away for training twice, not to mention all the training she gets at home, she still insists on peeing and pooping on the floor. We’re all hoping she learns this housebreaking thing soon. But until she does, at least they won’t be blaming me anymore. If you have any suggestions please post them here. No one like to live with dog poop on the floor. Not even me, and I’m a dog.

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How time flies. It seems like just yesterday I wrote about Santa Paws. A lot has happened since then. I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to write. Let me get you up-to-date on what’s been going on around here.

For Christmas, Mom and Dad went to visit Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Blizzard and other family on the East Coast.  At first they were going to take Nalla and me with them, but then they found out that airline tickets for us cost more than theirs. Well, duh! We Pomeranians only fly first class and need to be pampered. It’s not like we can ride in a box under the seat or something. So we didn’t go. Instead they sent us to boarding school for two weeks. Actually, we stayed at the teacher’s house with his family. He taught us a lot of stuff I already knew like sit and come and where to go potty. I don’t remember the rest. Nalla was really bad. She doesn’t seem to get that whole potty thing. She was flinging poop everywhere, just like she does here. I think I heard that she’ll be going back for more training.

When we got back home from our training we were so happy that we would be able to relax and go back to our normal lifestyle. You can’t imagine the shock we had when we got home and found a dog pen set up for us in the basement. It’s a fenced in area along the wall. There’s an automatic dog door that opens into the dog run my dad and grandpa built for me last summer. It’s really not so bad. I’ll take some pictures and post them here when I get a chance. But the worst part is that I had to share this small pen with Nalla. They’re now letting us share the same space. So I’m stuck with her all day, every day. Sometimes it’s fun, but sometimes she just gets on my nerves.

Nalla went to the vet last week. She got sprayed. She came home wearing a big plastic cone on her head so she couldn’t lick herself. I had to wear one just like it when they had me tutored. But somehow she figured out how to get out of it. She kept taking it off when no one was around. So they’re not making her wear it anymore. That’s not fair, because I had to wear mine for two weeks. Imagine not being able to lick yourself for two whole weeks!

Well, I’ll end on that note for now. I’ll try to keep this blog updated more often.

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My sister Nalla keeps stealing my toys.  She’s not happy playing with her own toys.  She has to take mine.  Whatever I’m playing with, that’s what she wants.  I have a Kong and she has a Kong.  But does she play with hers?  Nooooo!  She wants mine.  So I chase her around and try to take my toys back.  But she’s just a little puppy and I don’t want to hurt her.  So usually I just let her have them.

As you can see in this video, she’s fast and has a lot of energy.  I was just like her two years ago when I was a puppy.  Now I’m grown up and more mature.  Don’t get me wrong… I still like to run and jump and play as much as any other Pomeranian.  I’m just not as active as she is anymore.  When we go for walks she runs ahead and from side to side, just like I used to.  In a lot of ways she’s just like me when I was young.  So I guess some day she’ll calm down and be more like I am now; a mature, intelligent, well-behaved and good-mannered dog.  Oh, and I forgot to mention humble too.

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