I’m a volunteer! Meet Kinta. She’s a guide dog in training. Kristina brought her into our home.
“Who is the dog?” I bark. I sniff her, give her a friendly shoulder bump, and then snuggle into Kristina. Sometimes, Kristina dog sits other dogs, but I know something is up. This one came with her own bed, a BIG bag of dog food, and a box of toys.
“You’re job is to teach Kinta to be calm around other dogs, behave in stores, and relax at home.”
I wag my tail. “I can do that,” I bark.
This is me showing Kinta how to relax when Kristina is in the pet aisle at Canadian Tire. This is very important if we want Kristina to buy us a new toy.
Kinta and I walk side-by-side on a leash. She’s learning her leash manners, and I’ve taught her not to pull. I cheer her on every time she gets it right.
I’m a little jealous. But here’s the deal. I get to sleep on the couch and in the bed. Kinta doesn’t. That’s my special place where I get Kristina all to myself.
Winter is coming. I know it’s only September, but there’s snow on the ground. So what’s a dog to do. I’ve dreaming about my best friend Joe. We used to play when I was a pup. We’d roll around in the snow, chew on each other’s ears, chase each other. Joe even let me hang on to his ear, and he’d carry me.
What am I missing now? Joe doesn’t live here anymore. He lives in Italy. What a crazy dog. So I’m interviewing for new friends.
This is a Greater Swiss Mountain Dog. We’re weren’t formally introduced, but we did have fun playing. He’s bigger than me, but so was Joe.
Running in the snow keeps me cool, but balls of snow get caught in my fur and between my pads. Kristina is talking about making wear booties to solve this problem. Please tell her not to make me look uncool. The other dogs might laugh at me if I look silly . . . oh, who am I kidding. I look silly most of the time, so my friends better get used to it.
Hiking in the forests of the Purcell Mountain Range is pretty exciting. I’m doing my best to be a good off leash dog, but sometimes I get carried away and chase a squirrel. Kristina is all worried about me chasing a bear or a deer or a coyote. As if I would ever do that. We all know I’m not very brave.
I love cold water, and here I get to drink right out of a mountain stream. I’m not allowed near the big river. Apparently the current is too strong for me.
But Chica, a yellow lab who used to live with my humans, got to go in the big river. I guess she was stronger than me.
She would also bring sticks back to my humans when they threw one for her. Me, not so much. I like to watch the sticks float away.
I think I’m going to love living in the mountains.
How does a Wheaten Terrier cope in a small space with four other dogs?
I’m the wheaten in the photo. The dogs with me are a lab/springer mix, and two Australian Shepherd/Poodles mixes. Callie, the Jack Russell is below. She refused to have her photo taken with us because she was too busy napping in the pillows.
So we were on a boat but who invited the thunder storm? Smudge (Lab/Springer) and I don’t like them. The other dogs didn’t care.
Five dogs and only a couple of snapping incidents – not by me because, as you know, I’m perfect. One of the Australian Shepherd’s snapped at Smudge. Smudge, being a lab, just ignored the dog. I hid behind Kristina’s legs. I don’t like conflict. The humans all talked about how to stop aggression in dogs. The conclusion. Someone has to the be the alpha and take control. I didn’t get whether that meant a dog alpha or a human alpha. All I know is I’m not the alpha. It’s all so confusing.
We swam, we ran, we got wet, then we had to stay on the back deck until we were dry. All the human’s got to go inside and warm up. but not us. Oh, except the spoilt one. Callie gets cold, so she got to join in side and bury herself on the couch. And you thought all this time, I was the spoilt one.
Mother nature can provide free toys. This lab, retriever and rottweiler have figured out how to play nice together.
Even when we gave Chica, Henna and Murphy one stick each, they all wanted the same one. And aren’t they proud.
My only caution about this toy nature gave us. They are sharp and can hurt the dog. Be careful when throwing a stick. It can land with one end in the ground and the other pointing into the air. The pointy end can stab the dog.
If the toy contains stuffing, then the dog might eat it when it rips the seams apart. That can’t be good for the dogs stomach. To solve this, we’ve found stuffed toys at pet stores that don’t contain stuffing. That probably means they aren’t called stuffed toys 🙂 We also look for toys that don’t have buttons, eyes, or anything else Farley, my wheaten terrier, could swallow.
Farley doesn’t have this issue, but our Yellow Lab, Chica did. She thought all stuffed toys belonged to her. That meant, the unsuspecting child walking down the street would innocently hand Chica the toy. Chica consistently ran away with it. The child would cry. Not a good scene. We had to learn to get Chica under control when kids were around playing with stuffed toys. Lucky for us, we returned every toy unharmed and convinced each child Chica was only playing with them.
The pond was only a few minutes from our house, but still, I had to drag her there. She knew lying is the shade was a good answer, but once I got her to the water she could retrieve floating objects forever.
If only I could have stopped her from stealing golf balls.