"Teddy, pens are not chew toys!" |
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Tough Lovin'
Teddy is thirteen months old. He‘s fully
grown, but at heart he’s still a puppy. He’s curious about everything. Simple
around-the-block walks turn into hour long stop-and-goes because he needs to
sniff his way around every bush, tree, flower and rock. He also likes to put
anything and everything in his mouth. Margaret and I give him plenty of treats
including snacks and toys (and even let him chew on the phone book) but we draw
the line when he gnaws on our hands. Usually if we stop petting him he’ll try
to get at us. It isn’t painful and he isn’t trying to hurt us, but it’s
something that we can’t be having for our little guy. We’ve been teaching him
that biting is, “NO TEDDY! NO BITING!” usually in a slightly high-pitched
voice.
The problem with this is not on his
part, but with me as a disciplinary figure. He’ll look at me with his sad
little eyes, knowing that he’s done something naughty. It kills me to see those
eyes. After he’s thrown me the sad face he scurries away and lays low. But then
my heart begins to melt and I chase after him to give him pets and kisses to
let my buddy know I still love him--and so I know that he doesn’t hate me.
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