What about Max?
|Max, our Rat Terrier/Basengi|
I’m sure you’ve been wondering, whatever happened to that precious dog we adopted months ago?
How did the cat’s take it? Has he adjusted well? Does he fit in with his wacky new family? Does he get along with the small kids?
Okay, okay! Don’t tell the kitties I’m posting specifically for the dog and I’ll get to the good stuff!
Right away I just couldn’t believe how well behaved and just perfect this dog is! He’s trained; you know, does his business outside, sits, and stays. I was thrilled with that much, but he even speaks, spins, jumps up, and rolls over on command! We found those out one at a time by accident. I’ve never
had the patience been able to train a dog to do that! He comes when called, even to his new name and never wanders far off leash.
He also doesn’t bark or chew things, he’s great with the kids, he’s pretty mellow, but loves to play fetch (oh, sweet rapture for my six year old son!). He walks nicely on his leash,… how did we get the perfect dog?! It seemed unreal! And a bit scary (I’m far from used to things being that easy).
Did the Mary Poppins of dogs read my list and blow in this one just for me??
Rascal and Rocco hissed at him at every opportunity that first day and avoided him like the plague, but he never chased them. And by day three, they had decided he was beneath their notice and they would pretend he didn’t exist. He didn’t seem too heart broken. He had two kids fussing over him!
A few days after letting him get settled I realized I hadn’t bathed the poor guy. Lets get that shelter smell off and make him smell fabulous, right?! He even took a bath like a champ! Not exactly loving it, so he’s not a water dog, but he put up with it and didn’t even shake on me! I love this guy!
After towel drying him he was let loose and the mellow, quiet, proper little doggie, turned into a spastic, wild, uncontrollable, lunatic! He ran back and forth, up and down stairs, and then he lay down on the rug and began doing circles, rubbing his coat against the carpet!
It was hilarious and you know I had to video tape it! I missed the best parts, but at least it gives you an idea of what he was up to.
Yep, he belongs in this family:
After a few months, he really made himself comfortable; he’s dug up my planter boxes, made holes along the fence, and every so often I find a chewed up kids toy (I understand; Barbie limbs and the like are just so irresistible!).
|RIP Cinderella Bride|
He no longer walks so nicely on the leash. I suppose we’re too lax. Hard to be consistent when most often one of the kids is walking him and he pulls them here and there. When we are out walking he has to mark everything! I mean everything! At least he only does that outside. He’ll keep trying after he’s long out of any fluids to mark with! He even peed on a a smaller dog at the beach! So embarrassing!
He thinks he’s a lap dog and tries to climb in my lap. Um, I think I
mentioned before that I’m used to big dogs? Get down! You’re not a cat!