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My dog refuses to go to the bathroom outside. This is not a bad thing to have. But once he does go outside, he immediately wants to return to wherever he came from. His owners have tried this in many ways, including using a small space (such as a kennel) for him to go. A few times we have had the space to go outside. The only problem is that every time the door of his kennel was closed, he barked until he got out. If we had any neighbors, we would have been kicked out of our house! I'm asking for advice as to what I can do to encourage him to use the bathroom outside, and to be less disruptive while he does.
"I think I was on to something with the idea that you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself."
"I was on a journey of finding myself. I had no idea what that meant, and I thought if I was on the road with enough gas I'd never stop, maybe to find out. Maybe I wouldn't like what I found."
There are so many different theories on different dog breeds. There's definitely some information out there for each. I guess as you and your dog know your situation best, here's what I know, and as always, opinions vary.
When I was a puppy, my dog couldn't handle going outside at all. I couldn't take her outside in a small area for fear she'd get out of control and bite, or even get hit by a car or bus, and no matter how much I loved her, I had no desire to be a dog owner and get on a bus alone every day to go work. I learned that as a puppy, she would only pee inside. I did everything I could to teach her she could go outside. I was successful in teaching her to do so, and to keep herself from going all over the place, but she still had a little trouble getting over her fear, just as I did. That didn't last long, she was a little shy for quite a while. She learned to relax and go outside, but as soon as the door was closed, she'd start to run circles and bark for a few hours. I'd try, in vn, to get her inside and I'd even go as far as chasing her around a small enclosure with a collar and leash on. I also tried "nibbling her toes." I even had an early lesson in how to take dog trning classes. It didn't work. She'd just sit and bark like crazy.
I tried everything I could to teach her to relax in the safety of the enclosure. I'd get her out from a secure spot. She would always jump out like a wild creature and bark for a minute or two, but eventually she'd calm down. I'd take her into the house and put her inside a crate. As soon as I closed the door, I'd open it agn and she'd be barking. Every time I'd shut the door she'd bark a bit more. It went on and on. Finally, she'd just go inside and I wouldn't let her out, but she'd still bark. I'd come back later and she would be doing the same thing, and it would take the same amount of time to get her in, back, and then shut the door. I was frustrated. Why did she have to be so hard?
We were friends from the moment we met, and after she went to the shelter we knew we wanted to adopt each other. We took her home and wted for our hearts to be at ease, as it was for us. It wasn't a bad thing that she was a little hard to handle right off the bat, but I didn't expect her to be perfect right off the bat, or to be a lap dog or a gourmet chef or anything other than a part of our family. What is it about pups that make them so hard to handle in the beginning?
When we brought her home she was a little frightened and wild. She had spent her whole life with other animals, and in the dog shelter the only humans she ever saw were humans who were angry and threatening. She had not been touched much in her life. It didn't take long for us to realize that she had not been "kenneled" in a long time. She had never been around kids or anyone who didn't want to hurt her. But she was like an angel. She was in our home and she fit right in with our four children. She could be with my husband one minute and with me the next. She was always alert and interested in her surroundings, and she always showed us her love. She never wanted to leave our side and she loved to be with us. I think she loved the freedom she had here.
I was working a lot at the time and going to school, so she needed a lot of attention. She needed to be brushed and exercised. She loved to be with me at all times. Even if I was in the shower, she would be there. I know she needed some trning and she needed help in learning how to behave, but we took her on. My husband, my children and I. Together, we made her a part of our family. We helped her to understand and feel comfortable with us. She needed to learn the rules. She needed to know she was loved. When she learned the rules she started to settle down and started showing us her love.
She was a good dog, except for one thing. She would never let us forget that she was a "pup" and a puppy. She'd jump up on us. She would run from us. She would bark. She would even pee on us. We could not get her to learn how to "walk." She was a total mess and yet she was a joy to us. She was always smiling and had a great personality.
The next time I saw her, she was an old lady. She was blind. I couldn't believe it. I found out that she had been hit by a car, and had lost a lot of blood. She had been rushed to a vet who tried to help her. Unfortunately, she didn't recover, and she died. The vet sd she had old injuries. She had been hit with something a number of times over a period of years. They had just never healed right.
She was our pet and she was truly part of our family. She was our baby and her death broke our hearts. We miss her every day.
As a mother, there are many lessons to be learned from the death of a dog. I learned that I need to be grateful for every day. I need to remember that even though I take care of my child, and teach them what they need to know, there will be times when I will not be around to care for them. It is a mother's job to instill strong, selfless, and independent attitudes in their children. I have yet to see one who can't find a way to overcome her parents' wishes and her father's expectations.
We also have learned that we need to learn from our mistakes. It is easy to make those mistakes when you are young and you are learning, and sometimes those mistakes are made because of something that was sd or done in anger. However, mistakes can be a catalyst to learning, and learning can be a catalyst to a new life. If we make the effort to learn from our mistakes and make it easier on ourselves for the future, we can accomplish a lot more.
One of my biggest mistakes was when I told my parents that I was pregnant, and that I was leaving to go