This week Spike has managed to NOT bark at:
- one yellow Labrador;
- one Aussie/beagley rough-coated tricoloured thing that lives opposite the Helyar Road Terrier Contingent;
- one male Cocker Spaniel that lives next door to his girlfriend Ella the mini-Border Collie;
- the downstairs neighbours'miniature Dingo new dog, whose name is Buster;
- the other downstairs neighbour's new Jack Russell bitch - Spike likes JRTs and he loves bitches, but she was barking her head off at him;
- and a small pack of Lhasa Apsos, one of which was doing full-on Luxan hyperrage at him.
There was an unfortunate incident with a Rottie, but... baby steps. He has trouble with square-headed dogs, dogs with balls and dogs bigger than himself, and the Rottie was three for three.
Bless his black heart, he tries so hard to control himself. Now that I've learned to watch my own body language around strange dogs, he's understood that they don't need barking at, but he gets so worked up he has to do something. So he leaps up and down on the spot, runs up any trees handy and plays tug with the leash instead. If he's really worked up he'll leap up and start humping my arm.
I usually get him doing puppy push-ups for meatball at this point to distract him from the leaping up and down, but I admit it: he makes me laugh so much when he goes into crazed mode that I'm not doing very well at extinguishing the behaviour. Squish just looks at him as though he's lost his marbles. I did say Squish wasn't as dumb as he looked, didn't I?
It doesn't help that I've been happily manic all day myself. Any dog reacts to his human's emotions, sure, but Spike takes it to a whole new level. My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts...
It's our third anniversary on the 26th. I'm going to give him a party at the river all to himself...
- one yellow Labrador;
- one Aussie/beagley rough-coated tricoloured thing that lives opposite the Helyar Road Terrier Contingent;
- one male Cocker Spaniel that lives next door to his girlfriend Ella the mini-Border Collie;
- the downstairs neighbours'
- the other downstairs neighbour's new Jack Russell bitch - Spike likes JRTs and he loves bitches, but she was barking her head off at him;
- and a small pack of Lhasa Apsos, one of which was doing full-on Luxan hyperrage at him.
There was an unfortunate incident with a Rottie, but... baby steps. He has trouble with square-headed dogs, dogs with balls and dogs bigger than himself, and the Rottie was three for three.
Bless his black heart, he tries so hard to control himself. Now that I've learned to watch my own body language around strange dogs, he's understood that they don't need barking at, but he gets so worked up he has to do something. So he leaps up and down on the spot, runs up any trees handy and plays tug with the leash instead. If he's really worked up he'll leap up and start humping my arm.
I usually get him doing puppy push-ups for meatball at this point to distract him from the leaping up and down, but I admit it: he makes me laugh so much when he goes into crazed mode that I'm not doing very well at extinguishing the behaviour. Squish just looks at him as though he's lost his marbles. I did say Squish wasn't as dumb as he looked, didn't I?
It doesn't help that I've been happily manic all day myself. Any dog reacts to his human's emotions, sure, but Spike takes it to a whole new level. My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts...
It's our third anniversary on the 26th. I'm going to give him a party at the river all to himself...
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Squish just looks at him as though he's lost his marbles. I did say Squish wasn't as dumb as he looked, didn't I?
Awww, Squishy, so cute!
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Squish is the cutest thing on four legs, and just as evil in his own unobtrusive way. You should see him steal stuff off Spike, the wee sod.
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You quite like Spike, don't you? :D
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*love*
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