We got a puppy from a shelter at the beginning of January. He was just eight weeks old at the time. We were warned upfront that he was “very nippy”.
Incidentally, if you’re in New Jersey and are thinking about getting a pet, I highly recommend the Mt. Pleasant Animal Shelter in East Hanover. It was large and clean, with well cared for animals and happy looking staff. The interview process was so thorough and serious that we were afraid that we might not pass! Duncan came to us fixed, microchipped, and with up to date shots and a very complete medical history. He cost us $250, which had to have been less than half of his total vet bill.
Duncan is a complete sweetheart - loving and attentive. His mom was a “Red Heeler”; dad unknown, but based on coloring, coat, and body and leg length, the shelter was guessing that he’s part Dachshund. He’s also very smart, and alas, obstinate and bullheaded like the rest of us.
The cats are coping remarkably (scarily) well. They keep a little bit of distance unless he’s asleep, but they’re more curious then anything else. The puppy wants to bark and chase them of course, but the Meep hissed him off without much trouble. The boys ran at first but rapidly discovered that they’re safe as long as they’re off the ground (their normal preferred position anyway). I’m hoping that they’ll make friends soon (or at least learn tolerate each other), and we’ve seen some progress with Sam (the one in front in that picture).
Now the problem: Unfortunately “very nippy” actually means “very, very, very bitey”. He is still chewing everything that he can get his teeth on. Hands, feet, shoes, carpet, tissues and napkins, the food off of our plates, the sofa cushions, under the sofa, the tables, the window surrounds, his leash, my laptop… did I mention our faces? (Yeah, he’s gotten both of us a few times.)
We’ve tried teaching him what he’s allowed to chew on. (He has a plethora of toys.) We’ve tried shouting “No!” and clapping our hands. We’ve tried sour apple spray. We’ve tried exiling him to his crate. In the last couple of days, we’ve tried swatting his nose, which makes me feel guilty and doesn’t work any better than the other tactics. He understands clearly what he is and is not allowed to chew on, I think. But he’s determined to do as he likes anyway.
We’re prepared at this point to get professional help via a dog trainer. But I thought that I’d try here first for some advice. He’s growing like a weed, and it’s gone from “slightly painful” to “Damn it, I’m bleeding again!”. The above pictures are from when he first came home with us - he’s about twice that size now and has a lot of growing to go.