Some of you may know that my beagle pal Marge died a few months ago at the ripe ol’ age of ten. Soon after we adopted Mr. Todd, a chihuahua mixed with…apparently a set of satellite dishes, who was erroneously reported to be 2 years old.
Don’t get me wrong. He’s fantastic, but he is a puppy, only just turned one year old a month ago. He’s learning very basic things from us like sit/stay and he uses wee wee mats for his business, but there are two issues we can’t seem to “cure” for lack of a better term:
THEIVERY. We can’t have ONE thing on the floor, on low shelves on coffee tables, on the bed, on the furniture, or he takes it in a NANO SECOND and hides it in one of his many ‘stash’ areas. Someone told us to lure him out with treats and then he’ll learn to ‘give it back’ in exchange for a reward. But i don’t think that’s right. He leaves the item behind and comes to get the treat, so the lesson isn’t learned. We’ve had him for six months now and we can’t let him out of our sight for a MINUTE for fear he’s taking something. He pulled a whole scrabble game off the shelf and tried to hide it under the couch.
PROTECTION This guy weighs a grand total of 11 pounds and he protects me as if every single human or animal is coming at me with a pistol. Most people laugh because he’s so tiny, but little kids and such are scared. He growls and jumps and barks and shows his teeth. I do the tug correction with a “no” on his collar, but I’m not sure how much further to go with that.
I asked for book suggestions in the craigslist forums and it turned into a screaming match amongst different book advocates. I thought Cesar Milan was ok, and now I hear he abuses animals? What? What about “The Other End of the Leash”?
I feel bad. Marge was such a pliable, easy going pup. She barely needed a touch of training. Todd…he’s…eating a shoe as we speak. Time to go.