I admit I brought it upon
myself. When friends asked if I would
board their four-month-old Airedale puppy for a week I agreed without giving it
more than a moment of thought. There
were several good reasons to take little Tucker in:
·
He is too young
to be boarded at a kennel.
·
He’s awfully
cute.
·
He’s an Airedale
– and I have a weakness for Airedales.
·
I’ve raised a lot
of Airedales from puppyhood and survived.
When his family brought
him over he was happy to see me, and overjoyed to see our dogs. We put them all in the yard to get acquainted
while we discussed his visit. I was relieved
to hear he was pretty much housebroken and I was happy to hear he could sleep
through the night. I already knew that
he responded to basic commands and was nicely socialized because he had been a
student in my last Puppy Kindergarten class.
What could possibly go wrong?
His owners told me he had
just come down with a bit of an intestinal problem. They took him to the vet before bringing him
to me to make sure he wasn’t harboring any cooties he could share with my
pack. He was given a clean bill of
health. Well, that little problem means
he can’t sleep through the night without a couple or three potty outings. So much for getting a good night’s
sleep. I know it’s not his fault, but
the older I get the more I really value bedtime.
My sister and I live with
five dogs. The youngest is almost five. The oldest is fourteen. Our home is set up for somewhat civilized
older dogs and hasn’t been puppy-proofed for years. Baby Tucker has managed to find all sorts of
fun stuff to get into that isn’t on the list of Approved Puppy Toys. In my office there’s a big wooden box full of
dog toys and a couple of comfy dog beds.
As I’m writing this, Tucker has taken all the toys out of the box and stuffed
one of dog beds into it, displacing the old Shih Tzu who was napping on the bed
at the time. The toys are all
Airedale-approved, but he’d much rather shred the paper he finds in my office
recycling basket. Tucker has also
discovered toilet paper. I’ve had
puppies chew on the stuff but Tucker is the first I’ve had to grab the paper by
the end and run around the room, unrolling the entire thing.
He loves to harass the
older dogs, especially my sister’s somewhat fragile elderly Yorkie. Even with only a few teeth left in his mouth
that Yorkie can make an impressive snarly face.
He leaves Kiri alone ever since she explained her personal set of rules
to him. He also is fairly good with the
Shih Tzu Boys.
But poor Fergus… Airedales are breed snobs and Tucker
immediately saw a kindred soul. He
follows him everywhere and is constantly trying to get him to play. Fergus hasn’t had a moment of peace for days
now. He mostly enjoys the attention,
especially because he finally found a dog he could dominate. He even slows down while running
Full-Tilt-Bozo around the yard so the puppy can keep up with him. But even Fergus has his limits.
Puppies are
exhausting. They’re noisy. They have an unbelievable amount of energy. They
have mouths full of little piranha teeth.
When they’re quiet while they’re awake, they’re probably into something. They get into as much mischief as they
possibly can and then, just before you stuff them into a box and mail them
somewhere distant, they do something incredibly cute and sweet
like that endearing doggy head-tilt thing when an animal shows up on TV. They’re
adorable when they’re sleeping.
Mercifully, once they’ve
grown up we forget just how much trouble puppies can be. If we didn’t, we might not ever get another
one. In the middle of the night when Tucker wakes
me up for the third time complaining that he absolutely HAS to go out I swear
I’ll never do this again. Will I? Yeah, probably. I’m a sucker for puppies.
By Dorothy Miner
Dorothy Miner is a long-time dog
obedience and tracking instructor, judge of canine events, and author. She teaches weekly classes for the Allen
Oakwood Correctional Institution’s PETS Program and provides training and
consultation under the banner of “Sidekicks” and “Training for Dogs and Their
People.”
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