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Keith from church came by and took Guinness around the block a few times. I had his backpack on him, with four water bottles, so he is now happily passed out on the floor. :) A tired doggie is a happy doggie.
It always makes me happy when someone says that one of my kids (two or four legged) behaved well in public. That lets me know I'm doing something right in the way I'm raising them. Apparently they met multiple people and few other dogs on the walk, and Guinness stayed right by Keith's side. He's a good dog, when he's not bored off his rocker.
We seem to have found the magic formula for introducing Guinness to someone new at home. He's so vocal that this is something I'd been concerned about. So now, when someone new comes over, I just put Guinness in his crate. Then I'll have them stuff him with treats until he stops complaining at them, and when he comes out of the crate he's fine. That way he's had time to accept that I'm fine with the person and that it's ok to be friends. We've tried this out a couple of times now and it's worked well.
I guess it says something about me that one of the things I've been most upset about so far has been that I'm shortchanging Guinness in the exercise department. I feel like I'm letting him down; he's dependent on me, and I can't provide something he really needs. Mom would say I'm nuts to be so worried about a dog. I think I'm being a responsible dog owner.
It always makes me happy when someone says that one of my kids (two or four legged) behaved well in public. That lets me know I'm doing something right in the way I'm raising them. Apparently they met multiple people and few other dogs on the walk, and Guinness stayed right by Keith's side. He's a good dog, when he's not bored off his rocker.
We seem to have found the magic formula for introducing Guinness to someone new at home. He's so vocal that this is something I'd been concerned about. So now, when someone new comes over, I just put Guinness in his crate. Then I'll have them stuff him with treats until he stops complaining at them, and when he comes out of the crate he's fine. That way he's had time to accept that I'm fine with the person and that it's ok to be friends. We've tried this out a couple of times now and it's worked well.
I guess it says something about me that one of the things I've been most upset about so far has been that I'm shortchanging Guinness in the exercise department. I feel like I'm letting him down; he's dependent on me, and I can't provide something he really needs. Mom would say I'm nuts to be so worried about a dog. I think I'm being a responsible dog owner.
