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November 20th, 2004
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Came home last night, and as I was letting myself in the door, it occurred to me to wonder what Mack, the current foster dog, was going to make of me, as I hadn't been home in the two weeks he'd been here. I got my answer in a tremendous bark and scrabble of toenails, at which point I yelled "CUT THAT OUT you ridiculous hound I LIVE HERE" and lunged for the light switch. The light revealed a 90# German Shepherd looking so apologetic that he was nearly folded in half.

Today khajja_meezer and I trekked out to the Pleasant Hill adoption day and had a good time, while wedging in a few errands (we now have quite the collection of scavenged dog crates, almost sufficient to our modest needs!)

Came home and all was well until Mack decided that I didn't belong near his bed, at which point he became the sorriest dog in the kingdom because both Kat and I came down on him like a ton of bricks. Now if I come near him he backs away, which is just sufficient to save him from my wrath (or so I am convincing him). This is more adrenaline rush than I really needed in a 24 hour period, but I am assured that we are doing the right thing training wise, and that he should learn pretty darn quickly. This is a good thing, because my patience for having a dog come at me in my own home is, unsurprisingly, limited.

Boring food entry:
tuna & mayo, breakfast
triple breve latte + lemon scone
cobb salad @ Lyons w/ thousand island dressing, go me except I stupidly permitted myself to eat the bread
weirdly, for dinner, I made a "mousse" of low-carb shake mix and cream. Non-optimal, but satisfying
little water, except at the restaurant, but much hot tea.

Relevantly, yesterday was the death of 1000 M&Ms. Day before was the class elflet co-taught, on service and cooking, which was laden with many deadly delights. I knew I was in trouble that afternoon in the kitchen, when I started snacking on the white compound coating. *sigh*

Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: XTC - Wasp Star (Apple Venus, Pt. 2) - "We're All Light"

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Date:November 21st, 2004 05:05 pm (UTC)

sounds like a great dog ;) loved the story.

Actually wish I had a place of my own already, as would be a good dog to have around in the evenings and when home alone. Ah well. Someday :)
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Date:November 22nd, 2004 11:04 pm (UTC)
Hm. It occurs to me that you Know Things.

I've two dogs, one a Siberian Husky, Kai, 11 months old and solid bone from ear to ear. We have a lovely four acres fenced in for he and his (adopted) sister to run in, and an invisible fence coinciding with the 4' wire fence. The dogs spend idyllic days roaming peaceably through the brush, sniffing interesting smells and pursuing doggy pursuits that leave them content and fulfilled doggies.

Kai pursues his outside the fence. Daily, we come home and find him waiting for us at the front door. Observation shows that he strolls down to the fence at several locations, waits just at the edge of the radio field, and then takes a couple of brisk steps and leaps the fence, thence to explore the Great World Beyond.

How, how, oh Ambar of the Wolves (and horses, and maincoons, and...) does one induce one's idiot pup to recognize that the wire, the beeping, the "NO!", and the pain indicate a requirement to stay put?
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Date:November 23rd, 2004 12:00 am (UTC)


I don't know that you'll consider this actually helpful (sorry), but the first idea to present itself is a taller fence. I'm sure some dog, somewhere goes along with the invisible fence gag, but most real dogs I know run right through the signal, because it's more fun to be outside than it is painful to go through the fence. Consider it the canine equivalent of being a smoker. This suggestion is tantamount to increasing firepower; it may or may not work.

Second suggestion, cheaper but possibly more deeply disruptive to both your lifestyle and your philosophy of canine keeping: crate them when you are not at home to supervise, and then enjoy rambles with them when you are. This also solves the "leaps 6-foot fences," "digs under fences," etc variants on dog behavior. This is prevention: it WILL work, but you may find it too inconvenient to enforce. (When I had Sable, I joked about the dog-bladder curfew. It wasn't a joke.)

Third suggestion, but more theoretical than practical, I fear, is making inside the yard more attractive and delicious than outside the yard. Unfortunately, the Nordic / sled breeds have a tendency to roam, as you have discovered, so this may be akin to suggesting that you recreate the Taj Mahal, lifesize, on your four acres, working with sawdust and Elmer's glue.
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Date:November 23rd, 2004 05:03 pm (UTC)

Re: suggestions

This morning I let the Beasts out into the Fenced Compound. Kai strolled purposefully to the fence, paused for a moment, head cocked slightly, considering the aspects of the thing, and then bound over and moved off toward the neighbor's yard at a relaxed pace.

I have decided I will keep him in the yard by applying large amounts of epoxy to his feet and sticking him to the deck. I think that will work.
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