Juliet has a hearing problem when it's time to come back inside. She happily trots away toward the neighbor's house to see if their little dog Tibow can play. She sometimes comes back if I squeak a toy, but consistantly refuses to heed to my voice. Love, treats, and all the positive reinforcement on earth has not changed her attitude toward taking her life in her paws with the hawks that circle our yard by day and the owls and other critters that are looking for a tasty tidbit of a dog at night.
Juliet is a rebel and I reached the end of my rope at midnight last night when she took off into the cold night air. I could hear an owl! We have bears and coyotes! I grabbed shoes and a robe, found a squeak toy, and ran out into the freezing night air to save my dog from who knows what! She finally came to me, but not after I soaked my slippers in dew and locked myself out of the house, where everyone was snuggled in bed and fast asleep. We got inside and there was not a happy welcome home party for Juliet. I fussed! I yelled at her and told her how angry I was!
Why won't she come when I call her? She knows the "come" command! I scolded her and threatened and rambled and growled about how very upset I was. I was scared and lost my temper, the biggest taboo in dog training. Today Juliet is sheepish. She is afraid to go outside, tail tucked under.
Toileting has been such a challenge with this dog, and I am concerned that I may have crossed the line, confusing her into thinking pottying outside is bad. She isn't excited at all about going outside and instead clings to my ankles, fearful that she is doing something wrong. I have confused my dog and I am ashamed.
No more kibble!
Kelsey was adorable. She loved to SMILE! She had bad teeth and bad breath, her eyes had cateracts, and she suffered from constant itchy skin. During her life, Kelsey ate whatever mini kibble had the best advertising, but after 2 surgeries for bladder stones we changed her to Science Diet CD and she got fat. In September 2008 Kelsey suddenly began having violent seizures. Her decline was so fast, we put Kelsey to sleep less than two weeks later on her 13th birthday. The vet told us that Kelsey suffered from many maladies that probably stemmed from eating processed dog kibble. If I had only known that changing her diet could have changed her life!
Welcome to our new yorkie Juliet! Welcome Raw Meaty Bones Diet! To learn about this style of pet feeding, go to the very first entry and work your way up.