I am an unappologetic cat guy but, to please the family I witheld protest when the kids wanted a black Lab puppy. He’s a year old, cute enough I guess, and has decent manners. But when the kids went back to school leaving him alone in the house for 8 hours a day he started getting visibly depressed. Not mellowing out in the way Labs don’t, but listless, sad-looking and generally mopey. Dog park perked him right up but that doesn’t fit our schedule except on a few weekends.
So…we got him a puppy. Well, by “puppy” I mean a 50 pound 8 month old Boxer mix. And he is happy as I’ve ever seen him. He’d be growing on me if I wasn’t such a stone cold cat man. And the new dog is sweet enough I guess.
But. Everyone has known a kid who is by all accounts a good, decent kid who gets into mischief from time to time but nothing really bad. He’s reliable, predictable, intelligent and considerate as a rule. Except for when he plays with that one friend of his. That one friend–that’s the boxer.
We knew she was a bit hyper when we got her (from a shelter so who knows what her history is), but just chalked that up to enthusiasm and friendliness. Now, because she’s new to the scene, and because she just had her baby factory plucked, and because she and the Lab became instant wrestling buddies and partners in crime, we put her in a cage/crate during the day and blocked her and Lab in the kitchen (where there is a doggy door to a good-sized back yard) using some reasonably tall baby gates. Today was day 1 and I came home for lunch around 11:00. New kid was out of the kennel (no idea how), both had hopped the baby gates (never seen the lab jump that high before) and the poor living room was simply no match for them. I came home to a pair of really happy dogs bouncing around like two 50-pound fleas amid the shredded remains of half a dozen books and copious filth. I’m glad they didn’t think to explore the lower level where the cats live.
Now I know young dogs are a source of nearly boundless energy anyway, but the Boxer is really nuts. After I got my heart restarted this afternoon I locked them both out in the yard (with water, no worries) for the rest of the day. But in Colorado that only works until about the end of October before you end up with frozen dogs. So I have about 2 months to get the point across. I have to assume she was surrendered because her previous keepers couldn’t deal with her and she’s essentially untrained. My question is: how do you train a dog to rein it in indoors, and save the crazy energy for the back yard?