blackcob
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...whoever told me about Dax Wax, I officially hate you - I've been calling her that for days.
She's been clean in the house for 48 hours - she is now guaranteed to do a wee and poo on the stable yard morning and night, but the best bit is that I didn't have to go to the yard last night (my mum fetched B in) and when she still hadn't gone after our evening walk, I let her out into the back yard and spied on her through the window - she did a wee and a poo out there for the first time.
And... wait for it... did the same again after her morning walk today. I think we've cracked it.
She met my friend's two dogs yesterday and was the model of polite excitement; they played beautifully and met lots of strange dogs and people without starting any diplomatic incidents. I got all three of the buggers on the back seat of my Micra, I wish I'd thought to take a photo, they sat so nicely!
She is progressing really well with walking nicely on the lead and our walks are now more of a constructive 'pack walk' with me in front rather than a free for all where she drags me around. Recall is still zero, obviously, but we're still experimenting with what makes us really interesting to come back to and we should have some help with that when we start our training classes in a few weeks (she's being spayed first, booked in for next week, eeek!).
Sorry for rambling, I just needed to tell someone. The last few days have been a bit stressful with having to watch her like a hawk, knowing she hasn't gone to the loo, and it made training her to be left alone impossible because she'd just wee everywhere as soon as she got anxious, but now we can start progressing with that, too.
She's suddenly just so much more of a pleasure than a stress and it's a wonderful feeling.
Me and OH were pressed against the kitchen window last night, watching a dog poo and sharing relieved manic grins - what has my life come to?!
Back from our big social walk yesterday...
Awake and waiting for dinner:
Fed, watered and totally shagged-out
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She's been clean in the house for 48 hours - she is now guaranteed to do a wee and poo on the stable yard morning and night, but the best bit is that I didn't have to go to the yard last night (my mum fetched B in) and when she still hadn't gone after our evening walk, I let her out into the back yard and spied on her through the window - she did a wee and a poo out there for the first time.
And... wait for it... did the same again after her morning walk today. I think we've cracked it.
She met my friend's two dogs yesterday and was the model of polite excitement; they played beautifully and met lots of strange dogs and people without starting any diplomatic incidents. I got all three of the buggers on the back seat of my Micra, I wish I'd thought to take a photo, they sat so nicely!
She is progressing really well with walking nicely on the lead and our walks are now more of a constructive 'pack walk' with me in front rather than a free for all where she drags me around. Recall is still zero, obviously, but we're still experimenting with what makes us really interesting to come back to and we should have some help with that when we start our training classes in a few weeks (she's being spayed first, booked in for next week, eeek!).
Sorry for rambling, I just needed to tell someone. The last few days have been a bit stressful with having to watch her like a hawk, knowing she hasn't gone to the loo, and it made training her to be left alone impossible because she'd just wee everywhere as soon as she got anxious, but now we can start progressing with that, too.
Me and OH were pressed against the kitchen window last night, watching a dog poo and sharing relieved manic grins - what has my life come to?!
Back from our big social walk yesterday...
Awake and waiting for dinner:
Fed, watered and totally shagged-out
