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2/12/15 I’m in trouble…

I’ve been a very, very bad dog today, and now I’m in so much trouble.

We are having below zero temperatures again. I cannot stand this cold weather. It hurts my back leg when it is so cold like this and I have to go potty in the snow. Pitbulls are prone to knee problems.

Everyone has been very good about taking me out as soon as I prance or sit by the back door. Mom has even spoken sharply to Dad when he says I can “wait”. “How would you like it if you had to wait? I’ll just take her,” Mom says. I think Dad is winning that one.

Anyway, that’s beside the point. Dad got off work relatively early and ran Mom over to the store. I stayed home with Jamie, who was working on the computer. Now, when Mom and Dad leave, the Hairy Bullet comes out and this time was no exception. I had both of Mom’s yoga gloves, then one of her good ones (I am very thorough about rooting through the basket Mom has hidden of gloves, scarves, etc.), then I stole her boot, then her shoe.

The trouble started when Jamie tried getting the shoe away. I got a little feisty and scratched him below the eye. In fact, any closer and I would have either scratched his eye, or poked it out. Jamie texted Mom and relayed the scratch incident. Mom and Dad immediately came home.

One look at Mom’s face and I groveled on the ground. She hadn’t said a word and she didn’t need to! She looked at Jamie’s eye and assessed the damage (and near damage). Dad gave me a treat anyway and Mom scolded him. After a little while, Mom settled down, grumbling to herself (it didn’t help that she didn’t have a stellar day at the job). I danced near the back door and Mom took me out. I relieved myself “#1” and ran for the door.

A short time later, I was dancing again. Mom told Dad, “Jim, you take her this time. I have a feeling she has to go poop since she didn’t go for me.” Since he had already been scolded, Dad put his boots on without complaint and out we went. I went “#1” again and Dad just shook his head.

After Mom took the leash off, I quickly darted around the family room and into the hallway by the front door. This was more like it! I could poop without my knee hurting, in the warmth and comfort of my own home. Dad and Jamie went upstairs and Mom was downstairs alone when the smell hit her.

Mom went to investigate, and when she saw my offering, she was furious. I rolled over onto my back and showed my belly but she dragged me over there and put my nose by it.  Then Mom ran for the disinfectant and Febreze, all the while yelling, “Bad Dog, No Poopies In The House!!!!”

I’m in the doghouse with Mom now. I really wish it would warm  up soon. I think we’d both be happier.

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Your imprisoned friend, Maggie

9/17/13 Guest Blogger: “Mom” – ‘This is very hard for me to write’

This is very hard for me to write as I hate to do anything to cast my dog in a negative light.  But, perhaps by sharing this information, I can help a rescued Pit or other dog – any breed – from being “re-homed” after a brief period of adoption.  This is a straight-from the heart blog and probably not going to be too polished.  Forgive me.

To put it bluntly, Maggie came after me yesterday when I was in the kitchen.  I didn’t know what was happening.  All her hair was raised up, she snarled and growled, bit me repeatedly (but didn’t break the skin), scratched me, and, I think worst of all, came at me several times at a dead run and leaped on my back.  I’m bruised and scratched, but it’s my back that’s hurting me since last night.

Naturally, I got control of the dog and put her in the crate for a cool-down (she did not get beaten) while I did research and called the Canine College.  A billion thoughts raced through my mind:  Had I done something to set her off?  Would she do this again? Was Jamie safe with her?  What the hell happened to my good dog that stayed with me 7 hours while I struggled with a migraine?  Should I re-home her?  What the heck was going on??  I was so confused.

After speaking with Daryl of the Canine College, he explained to me that it is very common for dogs, especially the larger breeds, to want “hard play” when they get wound up or excited.  He further explained that Maggie could have bitten me and broken the skin, and given me a really bad dog bite any time she wanted, but she didn’t, because she was controlling her bites because she was playing.  Daryl also said this is very common behavior for the Shepherd police dogs when he is training them, and it’s important to re-direct their energy.  Bottom line is, there are several restrictive measures I have to take with Maggie and I will get further counseling on Saturday.

Why am I telling you this?  Because Pitbulls get a bad rap, and I think if people know that, once their rescued Pit is comfortable, they are going to want “hard play”.  Knowing this, then, maybe owners will get the idea out of their heads that the dog “turned” on them when what they are doing is showing their owners that they want to play.  I certainly did not know what to think.  Right now, Maggie has to wear the leash in the house along with her training collar so that if she does this behavior, it will be easier for me to correct her.  She also has to be crated more often and again, I will get further advice on Saturday.  Daryl assured me it was not aggressive behavior directed toward me and that my family was perfectly safe.

My husband says that Maggie has 2 speeds:  “balls to the wall” and “super submissive”.   Maggie is still a young dog, and through exercise and re-direction of energy, I will help her get past this negative behavior.  She is a very good dog and I love her very much.

Please, please, do not give up on your rescue animal!  Remember that you do not know his/her background or puppyhood.  Dogs start forming their personality with humans at 8 weeks old.  If you take in a rescue pet, you’re going to have some baggage to deal with!

Again, this post is hard for me to write, but I want to reassure you that IT IS WORTH IT to work with your rescued animal.  Maggie is a good girl, and her behavior has NOTHING to do with her breed (except she does need lots and lots of exercise, but I knew that) and EVERYTHING to do with the fact that she looks at me as the person to play with.  Sometimes, our ideas of play do not match up.  But doesn’t that happen with humans, too?

Please think of Maggie today.  She is greatly upset by the incidents of yesterday and is being very quiet.  She is an extremely smart dog and she knows she stepped over the line.  I have to be firm with her and honestly, that is very hard for me to do.  But for the successful socialization of my dog, I will do it.

Thank you,

 

“Mom”

 

5/31/13 Race Track

If you can believe it, it’s STILL RAINING, and we can’t play outside!  Jamie is pulling out all kinds of toys to amaze and confuse me today.  First, he brought out a little whizzing mechanical bird called a “helly-copter” and landed it on my crate!  I tried to snap it up, but I couldn’t catch it.

Later, he brought out two of the tiniest cars I had ever seen before.  I have never been one to chase cars until today.  He put the cars on the little table in the living room on a black curvy track and they started chasing each other around.  This got me VERY excited, so I jumped up, putting my front paws and legs on the table, barking and trying to snatch the cars off with my teeth.  But they were going too fast!  I was only able to get in a couple of sniffs, and they smelled dusty.  After a few good sneezes to clear my nose, Mom finally stopped laughing long enough to say, “She’s scratching up my coffee table – put that racetrack in the kitchen!”  So Jamie moved all his toys to the other room.

I’ll be very glad when it dries up enough to play catch again, without getting soaked!