Trippin’ to Virginia
So it’s been a hella long weekend – considering it started on Wednesday. Chaka and I made our way down to Virginia for my friend’s graduation from University of Mary Washington. There she learned not to pull while getting walked on a leash thanks to choker collar and ‘turn-the-other-way’ training techniques. Thanks to some random chick, she also got untrained from her name…but I have been working all day to correct that problem. I have learned since that she is overwhelmed by a large amount of people, and also that she plays rough – and doesn’t fully realize bite inhibition yet.
Last night we arrived home and Lucky’s reunion with her went fairly well. They got into a tiff this morning, but nothing serious. I think it was more my dad starting some trouble due to lack of understanding of dog’s hierarchy (and that Lucky is not necessary the top dog). So far its back to peace in the land of the Gurevich house.
Me and my dad are beginning to re-train her jumping now though, aka she will be ignored when we enter the room to show she’s not the alpha here and that she can’t jump when she wants to on who she wants. It’s from an interesting dog training book I am reading at the moment. When I have more time, I will go into greater detail. Right now just trying to sum up all my over-loaded thoughts from this weekend and this morning before I head down to Long Island for a day or two with the devil-bitch.
She is really a fucking hand-ful at times too. I was exhausted yesterday but felt bad keeping her in her crate, but I was literally crying from being too tired to deal with shit. It gets hard at times. My heart goes out to housewives everywhere.
Anyways, despite my dads protests of my dog lacking protective instincts, being a punk, being tiny, and other strange complaints – I think he likes her deep inside. The protest “why does she lick me…I only gave her 2 treats” does not seem like one from a man who actually dislikes the beast.
Anyways that is all I have time for, will return later to chronicle the chronicles.
PS…what is it about an 11 year old male dog that makes him hump a 6 month old bitch’s face?
