You know those dogs that pull hard, all the time no matter what lead or technique is used to train her to slow down. Meet my sister, Gypsy. She has actually pulled my mum off her feet landing down on the payment with a thump. The lead goes flying out of mum’s hand and only then does Gypsy stop, turns around to look at why mum isn’t playing pull anymore. Mum has tried all kinds of harnesses and even tried a choke chain really scared her but not Gypsy. Mum found this video and tried following the trainer’s advice for training a dog not to pull on a lead. She took us out for a walk. Every time Gypsy would Continue reading →
Mum has been finding destruction in the house when she gets home from work. However, she is blaming the wrong dog, me! My sister, Gypsy, is real good at being sneaky. Mum never sees her digging at the furniture. She doesn’t do it in front of mum.
I, on the other hand, do enjoy fluffing up my dog bed and my pillow but I don’t really scratch at it. The trick is to carefully hook my paws into it and with an awkward jump up pull it up at the same time. Mum shouts out “Simba stop it, just lay down” and then I do. Gypsy, on the other hand, goes at it like the pooch is digging to China. I don’t hide my need for a fluffy bed; why would I. But mum keeps blaming the wrong dog, me!
A week ago, mum got real mad. Gypsy tore open the new couch, oooooo. Mum pointed to the Continue reading →
My furry sibling, Gypsy has really changed since we’ve moved. She doesn’t destroy the entire house everyday while mum is at work. Although she slips once in a while. Yesterday, mum was home sick and she had just opened a new box tissues. While mum slept, Gypsy decided to decorate Continue reading →
As you know, mum, Gypsy and I moved to a new state. We drove for hours and stayed in an apartment for one month until our new home was finished. We finally moved into our new home and mum started her new job a couple of days later. I could sense that mum was worried about leaving us alone while she was at work. Mum had a dog walker stop by at noon every day to take us out. We really like our new sitter. She takes us to her house and we get to play with other dogs. It’s lots of fun. I like to watch from the couch but Gypsy loves to wrestle with the others. It’s been a month since moving into our new home. I believe we are all well adjusted. We are all happy especially mum. We love our trips to the beaches together especially when we stop at Starbucks for puppacinos. Here are a few pics of my happy fam!
My 10th birthday was spent in the backyard while a bunch of men took our furniture out of the house. After they stole all our furniture, mum put me and Gypsy in the car. We each had a little space to sit in. It seems that she tried to save some boxes, our food, and Gypsy and my favorite beds. The rest of my
birthday was spent in the car driving to what mum said was “New home”. When we got to ‘new home’, there was my birthday present from mum. A brand new squeaky alligator. Gypsy and I played with it for a long time until mum went to sleep. The next day, mum took us to the biggest bathtub I have ever seen. It was gigantic! I couldn’t see the other end. Mum put her feet in the water and called me and Gypsy over but no way! We know what that is, BATH! We found these
big round toys that mum called horseshoe crabs. We cautiously sniffed them out. Gypsy was braver and tried to pick one up. Mum wouldn’t let her play with the horseshoe toys. I guess they must belong to other dogs. I was a great birthday weekend!
First night home for Gypsy and it was time for bed. I laid on mum’s left side as I always do. I like to stretch out right up against her under the covers and my head on my pillow. Mum has her pillow and I have my own pillow. This is how I have been falling asleep for eight years. Last night, my puppy sister wanted my spot! Mum would pick her up and lay her on the other side of her. I would get all comfy under the blanket and suddenly boom!Continue reading →
My puppy sister has been a handful. I don’t know how mum has patience for her. When she was smaller I taught her how to play with my toys. I would bring one over to her and wiggle it over her face until she’d grab it. Then I’d pull but she’d let go. It took a few days to teach her the game of tug of war. It was actually lots of fun for me to drag her around the entire living room. She liked being dragged and learned to pull back too. I warned her not to rip my toys because mum sends then to the hospital and they’re there for a long time. With time, I felt myself get weaker and playing like this sometimes hurt. I couldn’t drag her around the living room anymore. Sometimes, my neck and mouth would get sore. Mum said there wasn’t anything wrong with me, Gypsy was getting bigger and stronger. Suddenly I noticed that mum was right. Gypsy is as tall as I am. I’m still a faster runner, ha! She started to pull so hard that she started to rip my toys. I would stop and tell her mum would send it to the hospital to get fixed, but she wouldn’t loosen her grip. She thinks she can actually win. This is what happens when you don’t play nice, injured toys laying all over the place. Mum would pick them up shaking her head saying, “Oh no, Gypsy. Play nice.” At first, Gypsy would try to pull them out of mum’s hands as she picked them up. Mum says Gypsy is real smart but I think she seems to be a little slow sometimes. The morning the toys came back from the hospital, they looked all better. But this is what mum found when she came that afternoon.
Mum looked so disappointed. Her voice was louder this time as she said “No Gypsy, this is not okay.” Gypsy still tried to take them from her hand again. Jeez, are you kidding? She doesn’t understand human or canine talk. Where is she from? The toys took a while to come back this time, so Gypsy found new toys every time mum was gone for a while. Every time mum would get home and find proof of Gyspy play sessions, her voice would get louder and angrier.
Then one day, I think Gypsy finally got it. Because when mum walked in and exclaimed “Oh no!” Gypsy ran to her crate and didn’t come out until mum finished cleaning up and softened her voice. Maybe, she does have some brains in that hard head of hers. Mum says she’s just a puppy and she’ll learn. When? Who knows!
This Christmas I had to teach Gypsy many things. This must be this puppy’s first Christmas. She was really good about not playing with the ornaments on the tree. However, about a week before Christmas she came home from the woof doctor with a funny looking cone thing on her head. In her defense, she would forget about the cone when running past the tree and the cone would knock off the bottom ornaments. She did pull my human sister’s gift out from under the tree. I explained that was not hers; her gifts are in the stockings hanging from the fireplace. She is still too short to feel the stockings for presents but she watched me as I poked each one and pointed out which ones were ours. On Christmas Eve we got to open our presents one by
one. Mum would give Gypsy her present to unwrap and then she would give me mine. As soon as Gypsy saw mum hand me my present, she would drop her wrapped present and run over to take my wrapped present away. Mum chased her around trying to get it back but that made Gypsy run faster. I would open my present and then go over to show Gypsy how to unwrap hers. Gypsy was more interested in playing with all the great toys that I had already unwrapped than unwrapping her presents. I love unwrapping presents so I unwrapped them for her. We spent the next hour playing tug-o-war with all our Christmas presents. Having a little sister isn’t so bad sometimes.
Mum is training Gypsy how to poo and pee outside. I don’t think Gypsy gets the idea yet. Mum got home from work yesterday and quickly let Gypsy out of her crate. Then ran to the back door which is about ten feet away from the crate. Before mum got the door open, Gypsy had found a nice spot to pee on the brand new rug. Mum was not happy but had an understanding look on her face. Today when she got home, she opened the crate and carried Gypsy out the door. It was an exciting moment when Gypsy peed outside. Mum clapped and celebrated like it was such a big deal. She gave her a little tiny treat. I don’t understand why she never celebrates like that when I pee outside. We were outside for a while. Being such a good girl, I peed and pood out in the yard. Mum and I played catch for a while. Gypsy doesn’t like to play catch. I think she’s lazy because she stands by mum and waits until I get close enough to chase me, As she’s chasing me she’s jumping at me trying to get the ball out of my mouth. What a cheater! Mum said she is just a confused pup! We all went in excited to get our treat. Mum locked the back door and turned around and started gasping! Gypsy was pooing on the brand new rug. Kind of funny if you ask me. definitely a confused pup.
Mummy brought me home a new puppy. She says it’s a little sister but I still think it looks like a puppy. Mum drove 16 hours to bring Gypsy home. Gypsy’s human dad could not afford to feed her and her brothers and sisters. Gypsy is half German Shorthair Pointer and half Tree Walker Coonhound. She is 10 weeks old and had not visited the puppy doctor yet. Mum took her in first thing to for her check up and vaccines. Mum says we need to start training her. Gypsy and I still are not sure of each other. She seems a little shy or scared and runs away from me when I want to play.