Odd Behaviors

There are some times when I wish I could just have a conversation with Teddy. I’d ask him the questions that I already ask him, but he’d actually respond. This way, I would easily know if Margaret walked or fed him before I got up. He’d be able to tell me what he ate that he wasn’t supposed to, so I could hide it from him. And I’d be able to let him know that I’m leaving for a little while, and “Don’t worry puppy—I’ll be back soon!” would suffice. But mainly, I would really like to have a conversation about his first year here in this world.

Teddy is deathly afraid of guys. I’ll walk him around the neighborhood and if there’s a lady walking he’ll go say hi to the lady. But if we walk by a guy, he’ll either a.) hide behind me or b.) bark at said guy. If the guy is soft spoken, in our apartment, and Margaret and I both seem to like him, then things are for the most part, okay. When we adopted him they weren’t able to tell us his history other that he came from a high-kill shelter in Hillsborough County. They didn’t know for how long or what he was up to before-hand.

A little less concerning issue is his separation anxiety. When we leave, he bobs his head out the window just staring with a look of despair and abandonment. This makes it very hard to leave. But when we come home from class or work, he greets us at the door in a big way. He wags his tail, he yelps a little, he jumps on the table, he’ll leap and cling to my leg. The first time I got home from work after he was alone by himself, I was worried that he was going to be that hyper-active all the time. But then he calms himself down after no more than five minutes.

It's moment like these when I wish I was the dog whisperer.

  

Teddy was acting peculiar all day yesterday. I walked him in the morning and fed him when we got back. My first class was cancelled so I didn’t have to leave until 12:30, so we just hung out. But he never ate his breakfast but I just figured he’d just eat it later.

But then I came home around 4, in between class and work, and his bowl was still full! The nurturing and motherly instincts I was unaware that I possessed started to kick in. He needed to eat something, so I went for the good stuff- chicken. I cut some up and called him over. He was completely uninterested. Little worried me called Margaret and turned to Dr. Google.

Symptoms:        

  Lack of appetite

  Stomach grumbles 

 Lethargic

Some smelly puppy gas

And let me tell you, it was hard to not jump into my car and hunt down a 24-hour animal hospital. I know that Googling my own symptoms for myself is never a good idea but I know what is wrong with me. As much as I’d like it, Teddy can’t simply just tell me what hurts and why he’s giving me his sad and sorry face.  

I followed what the forums I found generally said, “give it 24 hours.” He fell asleep in Margaret’s bed and I woke up with him next to me (our schedules work nicely), and his stomach grumbles were gone, which was a good sign. He also began to lick my face, another good sign. We walked into the kitchen and I put his food in his dish in hopes he’d eat, and he did, and then had a big gulp of water. PHEW.

I'm highly considering finding a monkey for Ted after seeing this. It would certainly keep him company when we aren't home!

Before I adopted my little furball, I searched high and low for a dog on the Humane Society webpage and Craigslist. I would see listings for and about dogs that needed their forever homes. One day, I clicked on a listing.  It was along the lines of “I am looking for a free dog. Full-breed and up to dates on shots. I don’t have a lot of money so it needs to be free.” Uhhh.

It was frustrating to read. How on earth can someone who is genuinely serious about adopting a dog not realize that it’s going to not be “free.” In fact, it’s expensive. That posting was thoughtlessly written but it was also selfish. This person wasn’t thinking about the dog, they were thinking about simply getting a dog to get a dog.

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On a smiliar note: After I adopted Teddy, I met a girl who wanted to get a dog herself, except she lives on campus at our school. No t only is it against all sorts of prohibited, but it’s all sorts of cruel. A dog shouldn’t be cooped up in a dorm room that’s too small to share with a roommate, let alone a dog. She was completely serious about it too, which scares me. I would like to know what her plan for the dog was once she got caught. I wish people were more mindful about these types of things.

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.

"Teddy, pens are not chew toys!"

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.

If your dog is chewing/biting, click here for some tips!

Ted and his Valentine, Mr. Dinosaur

One month ago today, this little guy came into our lives. He went from cone-head to a smiling pile of joy. When we went to the Humane Society to see him, fall in love with him and then adopt him, a whole lot of information was thrown at us, partly out of concern by the counselor who probably thought we were too clueless for a pet. Here are a few things I took from what she told us:

Love at first sight

Dogs are naturally allergic to corn and starch byproducts ("so don’t feed him any, duh.") Look for food that says “grain free” on the label.


Our little guy was on medication, so continue to give it to him once a day after he eats.

Teddy was only 10.5 pounds when we adopted him (now 12 pounds-- our little husky) so his exercise should only really be limited to walks.

He needed to go to the vet to get a booster shot at the end of the January—made an appointment at the local clinic, in and out with little harm to the wallet. Teddy and I both took it like a champ.

Every month he needs his flea medication (buy it here and now so you don't forget before your apartment is infested)- done, done and done.

Mr. Teddy Ruxpin on his first day in his forever home