It’s 4am and I’m blogging which can mean only one thing … Poopsplotion.
I don’t know what’s going on with all these fucking dogs but I’m pretty sure that Loony’s solution would be to get rid of all of them.
Blue has such a sensitive system that any kind of change really upsets him. In Great Dane speak, that means diarrhea. I’m considering putting him back on anti-anxiety meds because it’s bad for him to be this stressed.
The poor guy has endured so much change in the last month between Chicky dying, Loony being out of town, the whole house upheaval, painting, Steph/Penny showing up, one night with Jax (a failed experiment to try out a new dog) and now Bartleby, he’s a mess.
I’m super fried as well and seeing as how he and I are one, it wouldn’t surprise me at all to find out that he’s feeding off my anxiety.
Yesterday I dealt with pee, poop and vomit all at once. #livingthedream
I’m pretty sure that Bartleby wasn’t responsible for any of the above because I take him out a lot and I’ve tied a bandana around his waist to keep him from territorial marking until I can get him some proper training.
It has only been 24 hours, after all.
Blue has the runs from all the upheaval, Steph/Penny got into his food and completely gorged and threw up, and I’m pretty sure it was her who peed by the door because it would have been a lot more had it been Blue (and he NEVER would do that) and Bartleby had his sash on.
Three dogs is too many dogs; I can’t properly attend to them. Steph/Penny goes home today, I’ll talk to the vet about a chill pill for Blue, and I’m doing research on Chihuahua behavior.
Bartleby is ridiculously attached to me having spent the entire day doing errands and sitting on my lap. I busted out the baby sling and he’s pleased as punch to hang out in it all day.
The issue that is showing up – after only 24 hours – is that he’s become aggressive about me.
If someone tries to pet him while he’s near or on me, he growls and snaps. From the reading I’ve done, he’s establishing himself as the alpha and considers me his property.
I am nobody’s bitch. Except for this guy.
I’m hip to the things I need to do to put myself and the kids above him in the pecking order and I’ll contact the Humane Society later today about a training program. They have great behavioralists.
The good news is that aggression is fairly easy to address, especially within the first few days of him in this new environment. The other good thing is that he’s fucking tiny. I have to remind myself and the kids to not defer to him when he gets smitey. He can’t actually hurt us.
We need to immediately remove him from our laps/couch/bed/etc. when he acts up and put him in his kennel so he understands that his behavior is unacceptable.
I also learned that I shouldn’t pick him up when he starts acting like a dick because getting picked up is what he wants, so I’m basically rewarding him.
I’ve always gotten my dogs more or less fully formed so this is an interesting challenge.
Anyway, that’s what is going on at Chez Frye and GOOD NEWS! Radish is back.
His crow was a little weak from his time servicing someone else’s flock of hens, but apparently he’s got it back.
I’ll be buckling down for the big weather that’s supposed to happen on Friday. I hope it means rain for us and not snow.