The Boasting Hall

[perzephone]

I've finally encountered a meme I just can't do. I don't have any self-loathing so to speak, and self-loathing is usually a cornerstone of depression... I just can't think of much of anything that I'm worth bragging about, especially not 20 things. Many times I wonder, since I usually feel like I'm an incredible waste of space, why the Universe didn't put someone with real potential into my place? Why am I sitting here & not someone who could have changed the world? Did the world really need yet another worker bee to keep the wheels of local government turning?

Here is a list of good things about me, without apologies, without negating exceptions, and in no particular order:

1. My dog likes me.

2. I give good mind

3. I can multi-task


Chelsie (and Rob) survived her first trip to the vet. She's healthy & happy & that's all that matters. We're still having to determine if we're focusing on bite <i>inhibition</i> with her, or if we need to switch to bite <i>prohibition</i>. My hands are all torn up & she keeps going for Rob's nose.
 

Comments

[greenforest-elf.livejournal.com]

when she botes ya stick your hands down her throat so she gags... or wear a thick glove if you are worried about being bitten

if you do it each time, or grab and hold her tongue, it makes them biting u turn in to something unpleasant!!

Or you can squeeel like it hurts bad - just like dogs do, but that can excite some dogs more.

OR when she does it growl like a dog at her.... we often use 'dog noises' to teach our dogs... especially pups!!

Socially Retarded

[perzephone.livejournal.com]

Chelsea's kind of an r-tard. If I whine or growl or bark at her she just looks at me with her head cocked like, "Uh, what? Sorry, no hablo." At least she's not terrified of the neighbor's dog anymore - his barking will make her stop & pay attention to that side of the yard, though. She doesn't even perk up for whatever yap dogs the back neighbor has, lol.

Part of the bite problem is that she gets a firm, authoritative 'NO!' from me, and I stop playing with her & turn around & ignore her, which will not only get her to stop biting, but she will retreat to a corner of the room & look at me like I've stolen her birthday - but Rob has a whiney tone in his voice like, 'Noooo, stop bein' mean to me or I'm tellin' mooooom'. And when she bites him, he can't just stop playing with her long enough to make a point. He also adds in extra words & doesn't just snap out 'NO!'

Do all parents have this problem of applying consistent discipline? :D

Re: Socially Retarded

[greenforest-elf.livejournal.com]

lol I often wonder if men and dogs have the same brain power....

hmmm maybe she hasnt been around dogs much so isnt getting the doggy language.... most dogs respond, maybe she was taken off her mum to young too!

lol at Robs voice hehe dogs respond to short sharp noise - tell him he has to use words like a mother dog would. ONE sharp bark would make pups stop biting, running off etc, thats why it works when you go "NO"

Rob needs to know there is a time and place for playing, once you have her biting etc sorted and she knows NOT to do it as she pleases, you can then start to teach then mouth playing is ok on your terms only.

Maybe Rob needs to take her to doggy kindy/pup school, that way the trainers teach the OWNERS and the DOGS.

Most of our rescues come in from dip shits or owners who just didnt know any better. The first yr is so important in training the right behaviours, u can always let them run amok later on once they know whats what!!

Re: Socially Retarded

[perzephone.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've been looking into the obediance classes - I'm trying to find one that basically trains you to train your dog. Most of the places at the pet stores out here are kind of like... I don't know - they have this sort of New-Agey 'put your dog in time out' feel to them.

I could really use my dad right now - he trained professional-level guard dogs w/German commands, heh. He had trained a pair of German Shepherds for one of his bosses & every time his boss got drunk & tried to go to the office to sleep it off, he'd have to call my dad on the radio for help because the boss couldn't remember German when he was sauced. My dad would have to yell commands at them over the C.B. & it would confuse the heck out of our own dogs.