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15 January 2007
In my youth, I read a lot of dog books. I have mentioned here in the past that my favorite author of dog books was Albert Payson Terhune, whose Lad became my idea of what a dog should be.
(The closest I ever came to having a collie was Jeff, our sweet Sheltie, who was given to us by my cousin as a belated wedding gift, and who adopted me as his "goddess" early in life.)
Many of my ideas about dogs, dog breeds, and personalities were formed through reading Terhune's books. One thing I remember clearly was his description of fighting styles of dogs, that dogs like collies are "lightning fast," seemingly everywhere at once, biting and attacking all parts of the opponent's body at the same time.
In contrast, the strength of the bulldog breed is his tenacity, the strength of his bite and the fact that he gets a good hold, locks his jaw, and then hangs on forever.
There is absolutely no collie blood in these Christmas puppies.
From the time they began to become aware of the world around them and to begin to tentatively play with each other, they very clearly showed a preference for tugging at things. Everything.
They began by taking the edge of the blanket I put on the floor for them and moving it a bit. Now they can almost fold it in half. They have pulled threads out of the kitchen mat I put down awhile ago and love pulling that around.
Once they get hold of something, they won't let go. This morning Dasher took hold of the toe of my sock (the sock I was wearing) and began tugging. I tried moving my foot away, but Dasher came with it. I tried to gently dislodge his teeth from my toe and his jaws clenched. I was amazed at how much strength it took to remove his teeth from my sock.
I removed my sock and put on my slippers, but my slippers have become puppy haven for as long as we have been raising puppies. They are fur lined and every single litter of puppies must think they are "Mother." All I have to do is to put on my slippers and instantly all of the puppies we have in the house happily gather around my feet.
They seem to have a particular affinity for the left slipper, which shows much more wear than the right.
A favorite game lately has involved the new "kennel pad" that I bought for Lizzie after she tore up her nice foam-padded dog bed. One puppy will be on the lightweight kennel pad and another puppy will haul it across the family room. Or two of them will work together to fold the kennel pad in two and climb on it.
Today they discovered the wicker basket I've been fighting to camouflage so Sheila and Lizzie will stop chewing on the lid. The puppies can't reach the lid, of course, so they have been gnawing on the side of it, filling the floor with little pieces of the wood they pull off of it.
So much fun as they discover all these new things!
Their world is getting larger. Now when you put them down in the family room, they all make a bee-line for my office, a playground full of all sorts of cords to chew on and scraps of paper to chase or eat, to say nothing of that nice soft rug to poop on. When I could not get two of them to stop chewing on an electrical cord, I had to erect another gate across the door to my office to keep them out.
Another new game they've learned is untying Walt's shoelaces.
They have such concentration that it's all but impossible to distract them.
It's difficult to realize that these guys only arrived here on December 5, little more than a month ago. The rate at which they have grown and continue to grow amazes me. They all do it, of course, and I suppose I'm amazed with each litter of puppies that we take in. They come as little blobs with closed eyes, closed ears, barely able to move and now they are so active that we have to erect barriers all over the place to keep them safe (and to keep the house from being torn apart!)
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