My friend in Alabama has enrolled her dog in private dog training sessions. So far it has meant buying two crates and judging from the photos she sent, each roughly the size of a two-seater outhouse. One stays at the house and one in their store, since the dog goes to work with them. She is a herding dog, so they may be able to set her loose in the neighborhood to round up customers if things get slow.
They’re dealing with issues like storm phobia, barking, who’s the alpha in the family, and insomnia. The dog isn’t much for sleeping at night and when she can’t sleep, no one sleeps. I would imagine that issues like crotch sniffing and doorbells will be on the agenda at some point.
We’ve never tried training with Miss Piggy. To be brutally honest, we didn’t think she was smart enough to benefit, but have since altered that opinion because we’ve come to realize she’s not exactly slow, she cares only for food. She has no interest in fetching or doing tricks, none in checking another dog’s butt to see what it ate or rolled in last month. Her motto is simple: Will Sniff For Food.
Our Akita, the late Howard Lee, was a graduate of several obedience schools and we have the diplomas to prove it, that being the only way we could have convinced anyone. He was not a sniffer of other dogs either and Lord help the dog that tried to get nosy with Howard’s behind. As I have mentioned before, he trained Miss Piggy in manners–no getting on furniture, staying in the yard, etc.–so perhaps he mentored her in sniffing manners.
Our grand-doggies–they would be Miss Piggy’s nieces–are still puppies and are quite curious about the story behind other dogs which they can learn, of course, by sniffing their behinds. When they approach Miss Piggy to point their 1,000-times-more-wattage-than-humans sniffers her way, she sits down, putting the quietus on any attempt at communication by olfaction. Stella, son’s Weimaraner puppy, is coming to visit this week.
The dog next door is also a sniffer, so we invite her over when either grand-doggy comes to visit to give them a sniffmate.
To digress slightly. . . when the Obamas began their search for a family dog, I did not think I had ever seen a Golden Doodle or a Portuguese water dog. That misconception has been corrected. Ivy, our newest grand-dog is a Golden Doodle.
And it happened that the neighbor dog, Odessa, is a Portuguese water dog.
Odessa visits us regularly, jumping the brick wall like it’s a shoebox. She is thrilled when Ivy comes to visit, perhaps because the two of them are similar in energy, friendliness, and appearance. They race around the yard, up and down the stairs, through the house, in a blur of fur.
Miss Piggy declines to participate.
Odessa visits often, to Dearly Beloved’s delight. He loves to watch her sail over the fence. I have tried to take a picture, but she is faster than my shutter speed. Miss Piggy always gives me a long-suffering look. Last week she decided that if she was to have any peace, she might as well grant Odessa an interview. She assumed the interview position.
Hello, Neighbor. You may notice that table scraps give me gas. Last night we had chili beans.
To my new dog owning friend, Lulu, in Alabama, Happy, Happy Birthday or, as you would probably say, have a FANDAMNTASTIC DAY!!! We couldn’t have sniffed out a dearer friend!!!