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Golden Retriever Puppy with Mums

This is way too long to pose for a picture. Especially at a dog show with so many interesting smells.

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I’m not very mechanical. That’s why, when my car breaks down, I rely on the same method to repair it every time: take it to the mechanic and try to reproduce the problem. I never can. Voila! It works every time.

The same thing happens with my computer. A glitch comes up. I try to demonstrate the problem for our IT guy and I just can’t reproduce it. Problem solved.

What does that have to do with puppies? Well, I blogged about Honey suddenly becoming whiney in her crate. Since then, she hasn’t whined once. Problem solved!

Now maybe I should write about her enthusiastic jumpy greetings of every stranger!

Golden Retriever Puppy Smiling

So that's what they mean when they say they're going to "fix" their dog--they just write about him.

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Golden Retriever Puppy Sleeping

See, I can sleep just fine on my pillow.

The day we brought Honey home, she whined for less than a minute before falling asleep in her crate by the bed. At 3 months old she was already sleeping through the night! She was a perfect puppy.

What happened? Here are the steps:

1. Puppy swallows squeaker.

2. Puppy goes to hospital for squeaker removal. Her recovery schedule includes being woken at 10 p.m. and 4 a.m. to eat.

3. Puppy comes home with a disrupted sleep schedule and a bad habit.

Or at least that’s all I can think of.

Ever since Honey has come home from the hospital, she’s been more likely to whine in her crate. Loudly! And no, we don’t ever let her out of the crate while she’s whining. She’ll stop for a day or two and then start up again.

And I’m beginning to wonder if she should be crated at night at all.

I never crated my previous dogs. In the first case, I should have. It would have saved me a $1000 couch, $300 worth of cookbooks, several stained floors, and a couple of dog fights.

When we brought Shadow home as an older dog, she was so calm there was no need.

So now that Honey is a teenager, should the crate go in the attic? She goes to her crate easily without much fuss. She sleeps in her crate at my office. But Honey doesn’t seek out a crate as a refuge. Like most dogs, she’s perfectly happy on the floor, or on the couch, or on somebody’s lap.

And we’ve had to reorganize the bedroom furniture in a funky way that House Beautiful would never approve just to fit the crate at all.

Is it time to banish the crate? What do you think? Do you have a crate permanently for your dog? Or did you stop using it after housebreaking? Does your dog prefer the crate? Or do you prefer it? Any and all advice will be considered.

Or else we’ll just banish the crate to stop the whining.

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Golden Retriever in Kayak

I'm Adventure Dog!

Who would have ever thought that this would grow into that?

Golden Retriever Puppy

Do you want me to come home with you?

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Stuffed Bear Dog Toy

Meet Schmoo Bear, the Plush Toy of Death

We call Honey’s favorite toy Schmoo Bear. It’s a fleece-covered bear that was nearly her size when she came home with us.

Schmoo Bear has served as a pillow, tug toy, and sex object (yup, Honey has been known to hump Schmoo Bear now that she’s a teenager). Our fleecy friend has accompanied us to the beach. To outdoor restaurants. And he has been taken camping.

So why, after all these months, has Schmoo Bear turned on us and tried to kill our sweet little Honey?

Our regular readers know all about Honey swallowing a squeaker from a toy and requiring emergency surgery. You can imagine how the sight of a loose squeaker could cause fear and trembling.

The other night I saw that Schmoo Bear was looking a bit worse for wear. And then I noticed that Honey was chewing something. This time, however, Honey knew the “give” command. And I was able to swap the mystery object for a toy. That mystery object? Schmoo Bear’s squeaker.

I guess he was just biding his time. Being pulled and tugged on. Left outside. Dragged through the garden. Schmoo Bear knew he just had to wait and eventually his squeaker would be free to wreck havoc on an unsuspecting dog.

I’m onto you, Schmoo Bear. Say goodbye. You won’t be threatening my puppy anymore.

Golden Retriever Puppy with Fleece Dog Toy

You had your chance, evil Schmoo Bear. You won't get me now!

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Golden Retriever Puppy in a Yurt

A yurt, huh? Where's the yaks?

So the big birthday surprise that required me to bathe Honey? Staying in a yurt on the lake.

I’ve always wanted to stay in a yurt. An acquaintance recently sold his large, Victorian house to live in a yurt. I’m enchanted with the idea of selling off lots of stuff to (basically) live in one room. It was way cool!

Honey was unimpressed. However, she really liked that there were no doors. A curtain across the bathroom entrance meant Honey could wander in and out at will–privacy be damned!

So did the bath cut down on the shedding? I’ll let you know once I can see past the tiny golden hairs projecting off my fleece jacket.

Yurt

Honey's New Yurt

Update: My sister informs me that not everyone knows what a yurt is so I’ve added the link to wikipedia.

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My husband is planning a big birthday weekend for me. He’s told me nothing except to prepare to be wet and cold and that I’d need to bathe the dog. My head spins to think of what this means.

But I kept my part of the bargain and gave Honey a bath.

Golden Retriever Puppy

Bathed and ready for duty, Sir!

Golden Retriever Puppy

Mmmm, silky!

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Baby Raccoon

First rule of staying home alone? No visiting friends when the folks are away!

It’s been a busy week and it’s only Wednesday. In a phone conversation in my hotel room Monday night, I discovered that my husband also had to travel out of town for work (although not overnight). Then he revealed his plans for Honey!

He was going to take Honey with him to a day of meetings in a hotel. Honey, the wiggling love whore, was going to ride in the back of the car for over an hour with his very nice boss who usually wears black. (If you can’t guess, Golden Retriever and black clothing? A bad combination.)

I won’t go into any more details but that suggestion was quickly moved off the table.

The final decision? Honey would stay in the kitchen at home with the back door cracked open so she could visit the yard when necessary. She’d have plenty of toys and a big fat Kong to find after she finished her breakfast.

My biggest fear was of someone taking her out of the yard. But, since Honey’s not a barker, most people would walk by the house and never know she was there.

Of course, I knew my hostas were dead meat. Honey has started digging in them and I knew that with an entire day to fill and no one to supervise, they’d receive some rough, puppy treatment.

End result? All was well. My husband picked up Honey when he returned and brought her to my office when I returned so I could see with my very own eyes she was alive and well.

What about my hostas? Well, maybe they’ll come back next year.

Golden Retriever Puppy Resting

See, I told you I'd be ok home alone.

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The bad part of taking your dog to work is that you can get addicted. Then, when you have to travel for work, you really suffer. I kept looking under the table in my conference room for a furry little dog.

So here I am in the business center of my hotel, while everyone else is frantically checking email, looking to get my cute puppy fix. Luckily, we have the Daily Puppy. And, on the day I write this, the daily puppy is a Golden Retriever.

Man,  I had it bad. Now I can get back to work without jonesing so bad.

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Golden Retriever Puppy Chewing a Bone

I've got my chewing technique down. What more do I need to learn?

Yes, I know that I have some wonderful dog training resources in books and on the web. And if I just practice a few minutes throughout the day, Honey will learn all she needs to be a well-mannered dog.

But what can I say? I love taking training classes. And I learn so much in the presence of a good trainer–little tips and refinements I just can’t find on my own.

Tonight was orientation for our new class being taught at the local SPCA. I met the teacher over a year ago and was impressed by how she taught her dog to help in her graduate field work. I won’t go into details, but it was very impressive. And I thought it was so cool to find a new (to me) way to work with your dog.

So I look forward to learning myself,  working with Honey in a distracting environment, and seeing the fun my classmates have with their dogs.

This class will use clicker training which appears to be fairly new to the other students. I remember when I first learned about clickers with Shadow and found a whole new world opening up to me. It will be exciting to watch other people make that same discovery. And just darn fun to spend an hour each week in the company of dogs and dog lovers.

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