Category Archives: Healthy Puppy Food

I don’t really “drop it”

I’m supposed to “drop” whatever I have in my mouth when my parents say “drop it’ but I’m really not very good at it, unless I want to.  Dad has worked with me for hours on this but somehow it hasn’t really clicked in yet.

Auntie Chris and Audrey came over last night and fawned all over me – I loved it!  They even took a picture of me here and sent it to Mom – don’t I look handsome?  I still have not quite figured out why I need to wear the lease inside – something about that training they are still trying to do…

Enhanced Living Through Supplements

I stayed home today with Mom.  She had a lot of work to do and I realized I needed to keep it under a little better control than when I’m with Dad.  It was hot so getting into trouble was really more bother than usual.

Somehow I did feel better and I overheard Mom tell Dad that she was giving me “Brain Calm” to help me be less anxious.  She also put inositol in my water.  It really did work but I’m not sure I like being classified as needing medication to behave.  Maybe I should rethink the naughtiness and decide to be a good dog after all.  It might make my life easier around the Dopart-Batchelor household….

No More Naughty House?

What a road trip I’ve had! Dad takes me in the car for a long drive and then drops me off a long ways away and leaves me!  However, this nice trainer lady, Shannon started using familiar words “off, leave it, and the infamous drop it.”

She helped me a lot and found out some of my issues.  The first problem was getting over my anxiety.  Apparently even with all my fish oil and vitamins I still get a little nervous when the parental units are not around…especially Dad – since he is part of the problem.  You know us boys have to stick together.

I really like Shannon because she liberated me from the gentle leader since it makes me more nervous.

Now I have an easy harness.  Dad tells me I look like I am from the Swiss Alps.  I can pull a little so walking is still a little challenging, but I get clicks and lots of treats if I don’t pull.

After Mom and Dad came to pick me up we had to sit and do training.  It was hot and I was hungry, and it took FOREVER.

I just wanted to get it over with and get in the car and go home.  When we finally got home, I had to start with more training in getting out of the car.  Hmm…wonder how long this is going to last?  Isn’t this the naughty house?

Once inside I instantly saw that all the doors were up which is already limiting my freedom. Then it was dinner.   I’m super hungry since I’m SO much bigger now!

Dad pulled out my new feeding thingy called the Kibble Nibble and filled it up.  I’ve been eating my dinner like this lately and my favorite part watching him panic as I rolled it all over the kitchen floor getting food everywhere.

It felt a little like soccer as Dad was trying to block the door with the broom, sweep up the dog food all the while I am trying to roll the food down the “don’t touch the walls” hallway….

MIA at Boot Camp

I have been MIA for a week or so because I’ve been away at that “boot camp” thing.  The parental units sent me to this nice lady named Shannon.

Actually, it has been much more exciting and fun then I could have ever imagine.  I am getting a lot of attention from people, kids and other dogs.  They even have a cat, maybe something I will put that on my Christmas list.

I hear the trainer lady Shannon talk about how they will be here in a few days to go back home.  I guess she needs to make sure that my training continues so I will not consider my house in LA the “naughty house.”  I’m learning how to stay, drop things I steal, walk without pulling and in general being what other people consider a good dog.  They are finding out I’m the nervous type so I might need a special collar called a Dog Appeasing Pheromone Collar that helps me feel better- we’ll see about that.

I do miss Mom and Dad and  wonder how much they miss me, although I know we’ve both needed a break from each other.

Puppy Day Camp transitions to Boot Camp

Dad tried to drop me off at the old day puppy day care today since he had one day left and when I got there I was really nervous and did not want to go behind the glass door.  I was shocked that Dad told the worker “he doesn’t want to be here.”  Dad listened to me and let me go back in the car with him.  He took me across town to the new Doggy day camp which I LOVE and I had so much fun.  I guess my parents do love me and listen to my fragile ness.

Mom picked me up after work and I was hungry since it was past my dinner time.  She picked me up in Dad’s car since her car did not want to start this morning.  She was not happy with how I like to ride in the car with my hind quarter in the back seat, and my front paws in the passenger seat.  My stomach hangs over the console and it feels like I’m surfing and I like it.

The rumors are true – I’m supposed to go to Puppy Boot Camp tomorrow.  I’m trying to be good and here I am sacked out from day care so what they expect of me?  They want me to not pull when I walk, they don’t want me to jump up when I get excited when they are home, they have a problem with me taking things and running.  Come ON!  I’m just getting my exercise and running.  I hope it is fun.  I know they will miss me when I’m gone….

I Love the Mazes and Hear there’s a Rumor….

Things have changed in our house.  Apparently Mom and Dad wanted to fix some stuff but it’s all good to me.  I’ve been getting through the barriers and running all around in circles looking for new and interesting things.

There’s no doors on anything so I’m FREE to go wherever I want – it’s like heaven!  I do love feeling like I am part of the family and eating breakfast at the table but I’m starting to realize that is not an option based on reactions by Mom and Dad.

Dad was watering the lawn and plants yesterday and I LOVE running in the water and playing with the hose.  Needless to say we were both very dirty.  Dad decided to put me immediately in the tub.  I love it when I get a “shampoo and set.”

After all being all clean and content I overheard them talk about making a list of the items they wanted me to be able to DO.  Who on earth makes a checklist about that at 8 months old?  Then Dad said something about being there at 10 am on Thursday.  Another long car ride?  Ugh – I can wait to see what this one’s about…

I’m now a Botanist

It’s been a long hot day and potting outside was just not an option.  Mom and Dad were trying to relax and I was just not going to allow that to happen.

I thought they needed to help me accomplish one more task today so I ran outside and brought a pot in.  After all, they went to French class today and are trying to speak French to me so I have to offer some diversion.  I just hope I’m not too late since learning languages is not my forte.

 

I’m the Santa Monica Dog that Recycles!

Dad thinks he’s a genius by placing my favorite stones I like bring into the house up high.  But as you can see my latest growth spurt helps me get to high places.  Plus – I’m the poster child for recycling.

Recycling is an important aspect of life and all of us need to take an active role that it’s done correctly.  I was just checking to make sure Mom and Dad were putting the correct items in the recycle bin.

Things are really crazy right now at my house.  They are painting the doors and Dad is stripping all the hardware.  It has been SO much fun since there are no barriers and I have free reign of the house.  One good thing out of the chaos is Mom bought big marrow bones from Bob’s butcher.  They are yummy but they only tie me over for 45 minutes whereas they last most dogs a few days.  I clean them up really well.

So the house has no doors right now – but lots of sanding dust and a graveyard of bones.  Hmmm…I think I’m making my mark nicely.

I was so HOT in my new Bed

It’s been REALLY hot in Santa Monica.  I’m trying to keep up with my fluids like everyone says but it’s been tough.

I got a new metal thing that Mom and Dad keep me in during the night and when they desert me since I’m growing so fast and I like to stretch out.  I can’t imagine why they have a life without me since I like being the center of attention at all times.

I heard Mom laughing last night after I feel asleep and she snapped this picture of me – I’m really tired of the light in my eyes but I was so hot I did not care this time.  I was thinking sleeping on my back might help with feeling cooler but I’m not so sure it helped.

I thought I needed a New Bed

Dad was washing the bed cover and the inside looked so fun and yummy so I decided to have some fun.  Dad was not all that happy but Mom snapped a picture and so here I am. I’m hoping for a newer version of this bed – after all, I am the perpetual money pit.

Dad has been sick the last few days and I’m trying so hard to be good and quiet but I just can’t seem to help myself.  Mom says I have a “witching” hours between 6-8 and all my pent-up frustration from the day comes out.  I guess I’m just like humans, right?  They come home from work and eat their frustrations.  I guess that’s why Mom has a job to help them all – I’ve picked up a thing or two since I’ve lived here for almost 6 months.  Time has flown for me but not sure about that for Mom and Dad….