I was just thinking, now don't get the wrong idea, it doesn't happen often.
A man at my time of life should have a sports car, so why have I recently bought a people mover instead?
7 seats when I only need 2 (one really, but don't tell anyone)
Actually a motorbike would do nicely.
" So why?" you ask, does a fifty odd (very odd some would say) year old man need a people mover.
For some reason he though he may get a dog, not just any dog, but a Husky.
Gucci would have to be one of the most spoilt greyhounds around.
She has been with us for about 18 months now and has melted her way into the entire family's hearts. She spends her day time at my Dads, following him round for pats or sleeping in the sun, and spends the evenings with me, playing with her toys or sleeping on her bed (She is taking her retirement very seriously by getting as much sleep as possible.)
Having signed on the dotted line for Lilo nearly two years ago, I thought that the reality of ever having a cat would be remote, at best.
Blindsided by the pitfalls described on various fatalistic web-sites, I kept pushing the idea of a cat to the back burner. The image of Lilo dashing through the garden with an inert cat in her mouth was pretty easy to conjure up.
I missed a cat about the place and decided to revisit the idea. I contacted Lilo's original trainer, who had written on the adoption form that:
Zola (Dolly Scramble) has been with us for almost a year now, and what
an impression she has made! Zola and Frank pretty much hit it off
straight away, and after a bit of training, Eddy the cat was deemed to
be ok too!
Crudey has now been with us for just over a year. None of us could imagine life without him, such is the way that he has become part of the family.
His personality continues to develop as he tests the boundaries of acceptable behaviour. He can be boisterous, very occasionally manic, loyal, timid, skittish, funny, sulky, but most of all, he is absolutely loved by all who meet him.
How to begin to describe the ten amazing years with my gorgeous boy Boxer?
I guess start at the beginning which was a phone call from GAP telling me they'd found me a dog. I was in Wellington at meetings all day. Never mind Jacqui says, you could do a one-way car hire and drive back to Auckland, picking him up on the way. So I did (very persuasive lady Jacqui)!
The first thing Fern (previously Nelly ) did when she arrived at her new home was wrestle and 'kill' her bed. In fact her entire first week (which I had taken off work ) was full of fun and games. I spent a bit of time training her to accept her kennel and run in preparation for leaving her to go to work and it seemed to go well. The only request I had on my application form was for a dog who would be happy to be left alone during the day.
Outreach Therapy Pets is strong in Waihi with our group winning the team trophy for attendance over the last year. Beyonce has been involved for the last four and half years and Rihanna for three years. We take them on the first three Fridays of the month to a Hospital, and two Rest Homes in the area plus the Special Needs Class at the College about every three months. They are the only hounds doing this in the area and are so suitable for the job being a good height for chairs and beds and of course with their laid back attitude just take it all so quietly and the residents just love
Welcome to Part One of a new Training Blog by Rebecca Conole, Wairarapa Coordinator
First things first.
In order to train your hound anything you need his attention and interest.
This is one of the first things I did with my hounds. It is quick and fun plus it gets their brains working. This activity requires the use of a marker word (yip,yes, etc) or a clicker. Every time you say the word (click) you follow up with a treat – even if you stuff up the timing. Your hound will soon realise exactly what that word means – I got it right – payday!