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  1. 8 points
    I was unsure of how Harley would feel about a new dog in the house, but he's been really wonderful - he checks on Bentley, tolerates being stepped on and crowded, and doesn't really show signs of jealousy or competitiveness. It is. I've been carrying consistently since we opened our first store. I recently got my License To Carry, and now carry pretty much everywhere. Thanks! Latest, today we went to the dogtor, had a follow up and immunizations, and Harley got his cyst drained. -m
  2. 7 points
    This story starts with a Facebook post featuring a bad picture of a dog with twenty four hours to live. Next thing you know, we're at Harris County Animal Shelter looking at dogs. One of them was quarantined and categorized as "very aggressive." I saw the body language of a fearful, stressed dog, not an overtly aggressive dog. We filled out the paperwork, and last Saturday we picked up Bentley. Bentley was snippy, and easily spooked, but responded well to treats, praise and a clicker. He got me pretty good a few times, although I more or less asked for it. I could see that he had some training, although he was clearly still trying to wrap his head around the situation and what he may have been through. I wonder what kind of abuse he had seen, as he had a lot of issues with hands at first. When I was able to pet him, I found that he was skin and bone, terribly malnourished. Monday, we piled into a rental Tahoe for a business trip that couldn't be postponed, dogs & all. We picked up Devon's girlfriend along the way, and Bentley quickly curled up at her feet for the bulk of the trip. Over the next few days, this little guy has warmed up and integrated with the pack to an extent I wouldn't have believed! He is so cuddly, very social, walks better than Harley, respond well to praise, and hasn't nipped, snapped or even yelled in days despite being handled and placed in social situations. Harley has accepted him, and they get along well with no competitive behavior to speak of, even at meal times or cuddling! I'll try to post pictures tomorrow, we'll be checking out and hitting the road home in the morning. I love this little guy! -m
  3. 6 points
    I had the same issue....Pip wants to gallop and pull full steam ahead especially at the onset of the walk..... Abby is laid back and didn't care if she got to the finish line or not. Only way I have found to control Pips excitement to get there yesterday instead of staying with the pack is stop full stop. If he pulls like a mule team he has found I freeze in place and wont indulge him in his pulling excitement, once he stops and sits I continue a few steps till he does it again and once again and I have to bring him along side to heel and he has learned pretty quick that I don't play his game and plays by my rules....He's coming up on 4 and still hard headed wanting to play the pull game...I just don't let him even if it does take us 30 minutes to go around the block LOL
  4. 6 points
    Love the fact that they curl up together. My two have been together for 2.5 years now, and while they do get along, Sassy Mae is not going so far as to curl up with Willie.
  5. 6 points
    I do applaud you for what you gave done for Bentley, he will turn into the most loyal of souls I just know it.
  6. 6 points
    Hey there Mike, so good to 'see' you. Sounds like such a good deal for Bentley, I'll bet he will settle in more and more as he gets used to a good home. Thanks so much for rescuing him. How is Harley doing? I have missed hearing about him!
  7. 5 points
    Everything you have written is exactly what its like with my two. I do honestly believe it's an age thing and what is familiar. Bob and Sam used to walk together in harmony, while Bob and Martha did not until very recently. Now they are delightful, and I also allow mine to stop and sniff etc. After all, it's their walk not mine, I do my thing later in the day, they could never go as far as I go, and most of the time I'm on my bike.
  8. 5 points
    Thanks - that's more or less in line with what I thought. Jo, Harley is 8 and has been with us since he was a pup. We think Bentley is about 2, and has only been with us a little less than two weeks now. Walked individually, they both do pretty well. Walking together, that's more fun. At times, they walk just fine, shoulder to shoulder at a moderate pace or meandering down the sidewalk investigating smells or whatever but not acting like little jackasses. Sometimes, if one pauses, they wait for each other. Other times, Harley walks like a dufus, veering about, putting on the brakes, pulling like a freight train. Bentley doesn't do much of that, his biggest problem is lagging behind. I've been trying to just keep a firm enough grip on Har's leash to prevent him dragging Bentley about, giving verbal cues or commands, and making it clear that the walk continues or ends at my discretion and not his. When he's walking right, he tends to lead the way, which I think is right, as he is the older dog & first dog and has historically been a gently dominant, assertive dog. -m
  9. 5 points
    What Jo said -- time, patience, some work and a lot of familiarity. And a huge ditto to that last paragraph!!! I hate seeing dogs who've shut down so much they're afraid to be dogs. And the people who think that stupid "alpha walk" crap is good training . . .
  10. 5 points
    Time. Sorry, I know that probably doesn't help much. T & C are my first two dogs. And when Cato arrived, I was DETERMINED that we would have a steady, well trained, non-pulling dog. I read everything. I knew how to do it. I did it. Only trouble was, Cato didn't read the same manual. Bless him. Then, when he was just getting there, along comes Tara, who was even sillier and more distractable, and MUCH more pea brained. And off we went again. I spent ages working through different leads using consistent behaviour, and walking them together on a forked lead (didn't work because Tara is bigger and heavier and just pulled Cato off his feet) and separate leads (Cato's sniffs took him round and round her until the leads were spiralled). But then, about a year ago (Cato is now 4 and Tara is approaching 3), I tried the forked lead again - and they were a dream to walk. No pulling. No lurching for sniffs. No nonsense. When one stopped to pee or sniff, the other did too. When one walked, the other joined them. A proper pack. Nowadays I can even have them both on separate extending leads, and they still walk harmoniously! unless they see a cat, when all bets are off Sorry, I can't remember how old your two are, but I think the magic just happens when they are old enough and comfortable enough, and have enough experience of you and each other. Plus consistency, from you. They must have the same messages from you every day. Having said all that, I have a bit of a thing about dogs on leads. I absolutely HATE and ABHOR seeing dogs that walk to heel so strictly that they don't sniff, don't look around, and aren't engaged with their surroundings. I think that is terrible. So I have always allowed my two to be themselves, while trying to gently herd them into good behaviour. Another person could have got them to walk 'properly' in much less time. But IMHO both they and I would have 'lost' something in that process.
  11. 5 points
    Wow how exciting! So happy to hear Harley has a brother and how awesome of you to take this lttle man in! Looking forward to many updates...
  12. 5 points
    Is that a holster? Inside the belt.......detective?
  13. 5 points
    Got a picture or two. Today was bath day, I think he's had positive experiences with baths in his previous life. He's curled up in the corner of the couch with Harley while they finish dying. They walk together, Harley walks like a dufus but they're getting better at it. Bentley sits where he wants... -m p.s. - Tomorrow, we go back to the vet for a follow-up; after a week of antibiotics, he seems to be breathing easier although he is prone to backward sneezing. He quickly figured out that it helps if he lets us stick a finger over his nose and force him to breathe through his mouth.
  14. 5 points
    Thanks for the update on Harley! I have a big dog that is petrified as soon as he hears thunder from far off and fireworks times are never good either. His favorite place is curled up in the garage between the vehicle front tire and the wall! Looking forward to more Bentley pics and maybe Harley wont know he was captured in one too.
  15. 5 points
    What a wonderful happy result! Go Bentley!!!
  16. 5 points
    Oh what a sweetie Bentley is, bless you for rescuing him Mike! Can't wait to hear and see more of him and Harley, have missed you all!
  17. 5 points
    Big hug to you Mike for rescuing this little angel. The last picture you posted reminds me of the first night I had Abby Lane.....So happy to hear he is settling in fast in your loving home. Looking forward to hearing more about him and seeing more pictures as he blooms into his true loving self
  18. 4 points
    Well, from that description, I would say you are doing great! Neither of mine are particularly in charge, although Tara would quite like to be, Cato just ignores her and does what he wants. lol If Bentley's mental development is anything like Tara's (in which case, good luck!!!) then he won't be settling down for a while yet. If ever.
  19. 4 points
    They certainly favor each other. Bentley is a little lanky, lean, long in limb and long in face while Harley is more compact and stout, but they look great together. I love Bentley's color, he has all these shades of tan, brown, taupe, gray, hints of red and brilliant whites. -m
  20. 4 points
    Awesome pictures of the family...
  21. 4 points
    Oh my gosh what precious pictures! So happy he's settled in so fast, I know he's a true joy and blessing in your life!
  22. 4 points
    I don't know which picture is the most precious...the one where he is curled up in your pants or on the sofa with his mate Harley. So happy he is settling in with your family and finding out life can be good after neglect. Bless you
  23. 4 points
    Thanks as always for the kind words, y'all! We got home a little while ago, and Bentley doesn't seem to mind the transition from hotel to house much. He's a good travel companion, never a complaint! He loves to ride, and only had one accident at the hotel on the way to the elevator for a walk. We're getting a bit of weather right now, and he's made it clear that he doesn't much go in for all this thunder. Independence Day fireworks were a bit of fun as well, but his response is to come to us and curl up, which makes me happy. He ran under the bed for a few minutes, but with the next thunderclap, I think he decided he felt safer with his new pack! He's putting on some weight, I think. We'll know just how much when we follow up at the vet Monday. I've got him on a blend of the Sojos we feed to Har with some WholeHearted kibble added in, a combination which he seems to like. I'll transition him to straight Sojos over time. (The WholeHearted seems to get a decent review at dogfoodadvisor, and it was free, so hard to beat...) We've been snapping pictures non-stop, I promise I'll get some more up. Harley has been fairly well, he's developed dry eyes and gets cyclosporin drops every day. His skin is still prone to allergies, and yeasty feet & ears are a constant battle. He's got a cyst in a rather awkward place that we'll probably have drained soon, as it's continued to grow since the vet last examined it. Other than that, same old spoiled boy! He still hates cameras... -m
  24. 3 points
    Harley and Bentley tend to walk at two rather different paces, and when one stops to pee or poo, the other is somewhat indifferent and prone to pull. I can get either of them to walk just fine on their own; any pointers for walking them together? -m
  25. 3 points
    Great pics, they sure look like brothers don't they?!! So glad the vet trip went well!
  26. 2 points
    Tara: Today Dad waited till i had gone up, and then he gave Cato a treat! A biiiig treat! And then another one! the stairs were being all high and steep and scary, but those treats are delish! So I was extra specially brave! And i came downstairs all by myself. And Dad saw how clever i am, and i got two treats too! Haha!
  27. 2 points
    Tara - now you can take a toy up there and then nudge it down the stairs and chase it!
  28. 2 points
    Cato: It was very exciting. First we went to an old Cornish slate mine. Me and Tara were only allowed in the first big cave, and we had to be carried. Tara got mud all over Dad's jacket. Haha! And it was all wet and drippy. Then Mum and Tara and me had a drink while Dad did the thousandsandthousands of steps down to the other caves and the underground lake. Wish we could have gone, but there were No Paws down there. Dad said that the life of a Cornish slate miner was horrible cruel. He says that they used to take their sons down the pit when they were 12 to train them up, cos by the time the Dad's were 35 they were so crippled with arthritis from the harsh wet mine conditions, that they couldn't work any more, and they needed the son's to earn the living to support them! That is hard, isn't it? And then we went to Golitha Falls. It was ACE!!! Mum says it isn't really Falls, because Falls are splooshier. But that didn't matter. It was amazingly sniffy, and green, and we didn't have to keep Mum and Dad on the lead. And it was incredible! It had been raining so everything was soggy and lovely. The water is all brown because it comes down off Bodmin Moor and has brown peat stuff in it. We did lotsandlotsandlots of exploring and sniffing. There was soggy mud and soggy leafmold and sand and tree roots and splashy water and old mossy trees. And cows. But they were cowering (pun!) on the other side of the water. Interesting carved things And of course, Tara found mountains EVERYWHERE! There were two really scary bits though. I didn't like them. One bit was when we all got stuck, and Dad had to jump across a bit of fast splashy water. And then Mum picked up Tara, and I saw Mum pass her over the scary water to Dad. And I got into a bit of a tizz, cos I knew that was going to happen to me too. And I ran about a bit, cos I couldn't think and I was afraid. And I wouldn't come to Mum which was terrible. But I couldn't. And Dad was a bit cross. And Tara jumped back over to see what was going on. But I still couldn't stand still and it was awful. But then Mum said it would be OK, and we could walk back up and go around, until we didn't have to go over water. And that was much better. I love Mum. Tara came with us, cos she just likes scrambling everywhere, and Dad was left on his own. And I didn't like that either! Then the next scary bit was here. Dad and Tara climbed up the mountain, but I couldn't. It was vertical steep and very high. Mum wanted to pick me up to help, but that was awful, and I panicked a bit again. So she found another way we could go around, and it was OK. I know I am not very brave, but I did try. It was just a bit too much. And Mum understands. I did want to come to her, but I couldn't cos of all the panic in my tummy. I love Mum. Dad said he thought I was being silly, but I couldn't help it. And it was so scary that I had nightmares that night. I howled and was afraid, but Mum was there and she stroked me, and she made it better. This is the way we took going around. And this. And this is Tara on a mountain by the side of the path. Dad found this mountain for her too, but then she hopped off it before Mum could take a pic. And before we got in the car Mum had to wash her feet in the water, cos of all the peat and mud and stuff that had squidged into her sandals. That was funny! She had to stand in the water with her skirt up by her knees, swishing her foots around. On the way home we stopped at St Doniert's Stone https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Doniert's_Stone we didn't go into the tunnel though. Mum said that we had had enough for one day. And then we went and had a pub lunch. It was very very nice, Mum said. And we had some burger too!
  29. 2 points
    As I looked at the pictures I could imagine myself running around that forest, playing in the water, catching frogs, climbing trees and sitting on stumps. I love areas like that.
  30. 2 points
    Wow - that was a BIG adventure! Beautiful place.......looks so cool and refreshing. Was it - or was it hot and muggy? Cato, it's not that you aren't brave.......it is that you are thoughtful and know your limitations. That makes you extra smart!
  31. 2 points
    Hi Aunties, just a short blog to say we are off on our holiday today. North Yorkshire moors here we come... Mum said she'll take lots of photos to share we you all
  32. 2 points
    Fascinating! Cato......I'm like you. I just can't go on everyday. Once when we went to Savannah, Georgia, I just told the Big Guy "I just can't walk another million miles today and drive around getting lost" before Garmin) and I stayed in the motel room and napped, read and watched TV.
  33. 2 points
    Oooh lovely! look forward to hearing all about it, and seeing all your adventures.
  34. 2 points
    Every pic is more amazing than the last one. What are those hanging white things? Laundry? Cheese?
  35. 2 points
    OK - you can have everything but my round chair. I'll put the chair in my insulated home with heat and AC and a microwave (and heated tile floor for the dogs).
  36. 2 points
    I want the chair with the round seat
  37. 2 points
    Ahh I'm going through this right now with Missy & Molly. Most times I walk Missy and hubby walks Molly, much different paces.. Molly & hubby are point a to b types rushing through the walk to get there and back and me and Missy take time and smell the roses or even wait for them to come up I think sometimes! but there are those times I walk them both and honestly I'm quite sure I look like a scarecrow as Molly is off to the races with her lead on one arm with Missy behind sniffing on lead on the other! I'm training Molly to wait for Missy while also trying to teach her to enjoy sniffing- she's only been with us a bit over 2 months and is doing great learning to wait. But then there's the times Missy just puts on the brakes and has to have a 'lift' to even continue the walk so I'm working to teach her too, which isn't quite as easy since it's been 'her' walk for over 3 years now! But we're getting there- with lots and lots of patience on all sides! Best of luck it's quite a fun time, huh?!!
  38. 2 points
  39. 2 points
    You find mountains everywhere you go you lucky girl What gorgeous scenery, such a wonder old place, loved every picture too
  40. 2 points
    What an amazing thing to do. Bentley has landed on his feet with you guys.
  41. 2 points
    Wow it looks all too exciting and so much to do and see. beautiful weather you all had.
  42. 2 points
    and then we had a another nice green sniffy walk. with fairy doors. Mum said that the fairy doors were for little puppy humans, and they were! Cos this one woz far to high up for a puppy paw to see! It woz nice and cool under the trees, which woz good, cos Cato was thinking about doing his floppy sit down by now. I still had plenty of bounce, of course. But he was droopy. There woz lots of lovely stinky mud. Mum says that Cornish rivers are tidal (woteva that is) which makes for an extra special salty stink. This is my bridge. Although I did let Cato and Mum come across it, as well as me and Dad. And this is where the snakeses live. There were all asleep coz we didn't see any. This place is a mill and mill cottages for the Cotehele Estate. That means it grinds up flour for biscuits wot I am not allowed cos of Cato's tummy. Not fair! Dad had some, and I only had beefy treets. This is history stuff about the mill. We didn't see any cats! And then we had to walk back. It woz hothothot by then, and even I felt a bit floppy. We had lots of drinks and sit downs, and stuff, but Cato did a proper flop half way up the hill. It woz a BIG hill. So Dad gave him a lift the rest of the way, so I had to sniff enough for both of us. And I was floppy too! This is one of those Cornish Lanes, and this is a Cornish stone wall. They are harder to climb than my other stone walls. So eventually we got to Cotehele House, but Mum can tell you about that, cos we slept under a picnic table, with treats and water and people coming over to say how cute I am, and how titchy Cato is, while Dad then Mum went round the house. I didn't mind cos houses are boring, aren't they? Not like sniffy mud and mountains.
  43. 2 points
    Y'all have the best stories! Glad everyone had a good time
  44. 2 points
    Cato: Hello Aunties. Where have you been?!?!? Mum says you all disappeared, and the blogg and all the stuff on the screen, and we had no one to tell all about our fab hol!!! But it is OK now, cos you are back. We had a great hol. It was in somewhere called Cornwall, which is very green and has lots of mountains for Tara, and stuff like that. We stayed in a very very very old place. So old it is older than ANYTHING. And I didn't like the stairs, but that was OK cos Mum carried me up. It was a very very very long drive. It took ALL DAY!!!! and we had to stop lots for pees and drinks and stuff. And of course Tara had a squitty tummy, but Mum said that my Magic Powder would work (Tree Barks) and 'thank heavens for slate flooring!' So we slept a lot of the time in the car. We set off really early before I like to get up. And we arrived mid afternoon. Mum and Dad did lots of driving, and got tired, but it was OK cos we went for a walk when we arrived, in a town called Launceston. Mum did a funny thing with the name Launceston. Cos she says that people who live there call it Larnston or Lanson, but people like us who don't live there call it Lawn-sess-ton. Mum said we had to say it properly on account of Mum's great-grandparents having come from Cornwall, so we have to do Local-speak and not Grockle-speak. Grockles are tourists. It is very complicated, isn't it? Anyway, we got there too early, before we could go to our cottage-den. So we went and found a paw friendly cafe, and sat under the table while Mum and Dad had tea coffee stuff. And Dad had his first Cornish Cream Tea with Clotted Cream. We weren't allowed any. Then we went and had a walk. This was the Church. The outside is made of something called local granite. Mum and Dad wanted to go inside, so we asked the nice lady sitting inside if that was OK. She said not really. But then she saw us. And she changed her mind. So long as we didn't do poos or pee on the wooden pews and stuff. As if I would! Although Tara got bored, and tried to fight me. So me and Mum went in one direction and her and Dad went in the other, cos Mum said that Churches shouldn't be filled with the sound of Ninja snarling. It was a nice church, but the inside was too dark for pics (Mum says) and the outside was the best bit. After that we got back in the car. I didn't like the car by now, and I didn't want to get in. But this was just a short drive to our cottage-den. Mum says that it has architectural features dating from the late 1500s, but may be later cos building styles were delayed in the provinces. I have no idea wot that means! Mum tried to take pics, but they were none of them as nice as the pics on the holiday website, so you are best looking at those. http://www.sykescottages.co.uk/cottage/Cornwall-Langore/Carpenters-Cottage-920427.html Mum slept on this side of the bed, and Dad slept on the other. That door is to the bathroom. Mum wanted to be near the window, but it meant she had to walk round the end of the bed to go to the bathroom in the night. Can you see how uneven the floor is? She said she nearly fell down the stairs which are just beyond the rug. There were old nails still stuck in some of the beams. Nails so old that they were made by blacksmiths. Generations of Mums and Dads must have hung things from them. Tara liked widdling on the broken slate, then she scratted and kicked it about. I prefer proper gravel, like we have at home. See the beams in the ceiling. They are why the bedroom floor was all wonky. I stayed on the bed, so I didn't get wonked. Mum said it was a lovely little kitchen, but that had to be the smallest fridge ever! There was barely room for our paw food in it. There was parking and some green stuff for widdling on, in a proper garden round the corner. And the doors were all about Mum's nose level (Mum: the top of the door frames were about 5 foot 2 inches! We both had to walk around hunched over for the entire week, but poor Mr C was bent like a pretzel) Tara discovered the stairs as soon as we got there, and went hopping up them. But then she got scared, and wouldn't come down them by herself. So Mum and Dad had to keep the door shut, cos she thought it was great to go up them and then sit whining at the top til Dad rescued her. Mum wouldn't do it. But Dad is a big softie and he let her get away with it. I think she is silly cos those stairs were SCARY. They were all dark black wood and creaky and the up bits were higher than my head, and they went up in a bendy way. I didn't like them! So Mum used to carry me up and put me straight on the bed. I liked that.
  45. 2 points
    What a lovely place! I sure missed the Adventures of Cato and Tara especially with all the pictures!
  46. 2 points
    oops - sorry about the miniscule picture sizes! need to play with Postimage and try and get a proper sized pic! How about these
  47. 1 point
  48. 1 point
    Tara: So we got home and it woz nice to be back with Home Sniffs, but the BEST bit is that I learneded how to climb stairs! Aren't I clever? The day after we got home I followed Mum up the stairs. Our stairs are different from the holiday stairs. They were wood and brown and slippy and really steep! Our home stairs are soft and carpety and narrower, but still steep. So I was really brilliant of me to know about holiday stairs and then go up the home stairs, wozn't it? So now I can go up and sit on the Big Bed if I like! All by myself!!! Without Cato. He waits at the bottom and is all wimpy and not brave enough to follow me. But there is one weird thing. They change. They are all nice and interesting and mountainy when I go up them. It is exciting and I am clever. But then when I get to the top and I have had a sniff around, when I go to the top of the stairs to come back down... well they change. They get all steep and a bit dangerous-like and I don't want to go down them by myself. So I have to sit up there until Mum or Dad come and fetch me. I can climb down when they are with me, but I can't do it by myself. Cos of the steep dangerosity. Oh, and it is funny. Sometimes I can't climb them. There is this thing that has appeared at the bottom of the stairs. It is white and metal and barred. And sometimes it is open, and I can go up and come down again with Mum, but sometimes is it closed! And then I can't get up. (Mum: that'll be the child stair gate then ) But I am really clever, aren't I? Learninging how to climb the stairs. It is really good fun!
  49. 1 point
    Yes Auntie Marlene! I mean, sniffing is nice, but so is sleeping. And I was very very tired. It would be OK if Tara just wasn't quite so bouncy. She always seems to get bounciest when I am floppiest. It would be lovely to not have Ninjaing all the time AuntieCrystal, but then she would be very very silly sad, like you said. She is all for climbing the mountains and the stairs, but then she doesn't want to be up there by her silly-self. But it was OK cos me and Mum had a lovely sleep on the Big Bed, and then I was fine again. Mum said I just needed a bit of time to aclimatoes to the new pace. Anyway, tomorrow I get to tell you all about Golitha Falls, which was scary good!
  50. 1 point
    The outside carving is amazing, isn't it (says Mum)? Apparently the stone was all commissioned by a local man - presumably a rather wealthy man - and intended for his house. But then one of his family (I think it was a child) died, and he donated all the stone to build the church instead.
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