Post by Gazinghound on Dec 18, 2011 18:47:53 GMT -5
Time to say, "Hi, Jack!" Enjoy some adorable pictures!!: smg.photobucket.com/albums/v366/Fkmfj/Jack/
Not a sighthound, but a scenthound--and the newest addition to this family--our ninth dog! Yes, he is a TEENY Beagle of about 11 ½ inches and 12.8 pounds. His playful, increasing-in-frequency, adorable little bays and barks, and his groany, moany growls and grunts, are much softer and higher-pitched than our old two Beagles'--whom were definitely in the small-to-medium-sized category. Jackie's almost a toy, which really is perfect in terms of what we wanted, and his breeder doesn't expect him to grow much larger; his dam's only slightly bigger than he is now, at six months. (His birthday is six days before mine!)
The breeds I was looking into were: Beagle (the boys had a strong preference for them, and my mom and I would have been delighted with any); Italian Greyhound; Australian, Cairn, Norwich, Norfolk, Toy Fox, or Rat Terrier.
My initial top two suggestions, as far as what my mom and I would do well with, were the Iggie and the Chinese Crested...but once it turned out that the boys had decided it was time to get another and pushed me to find a pup quickly, they didn't much care for either of those!
Our name choices: Poncho (the original one he came with), Paco (my dad would have once again had a Rusty and a Paco at the same time), Tiny, Samson (in which case I would have had to get a Delilah sometime later), Thor, Odin, Orion, Fonzie, Ajaz, Snuggles, Nero, Hatchet, Boomer, Merlin, Tippy, Remy, Jaeger, Buzz, Axel, Dante, Tito, Dodger, Oliver, Francis, Einstein, Riley, Felix, Oscar, Deeogee, Zipper. Eventual winner=Jack! (Which I like--loads of nicknames, although it does match Ulla's brother, Jackson.) If it were just up to me, I'd have chosen something a bit less common for dogs and that we've never had before; I mean, I named my girl Ulla, for crying out loud. But Dad picked this, and we all agreed to it. Honestly, I think it suits him better than most of the others, after all.
My dad, brother, and I drove from New Jersey to Indiana and back within about 19 hours to get the little guy. Instantly "carbroken," he isn't fazed by vehicle rides at all, which is a nice relief.
Although Jack quickly made himself at home and has already achieved marked improvements with his housetraining, his first week didn't go totally smoothly. Rust and Ulla kept their distance at first--suspicious and perhaps a tad jealous of the obscenely cute newcomer, unsure what to make of him, what he was doing here, or how long his stay would be. Rusty (like other males in my house) is always pretty protective of his edibles, but he soon got used to the little dude. It took Ulla several days, and I'm still hoping that the initial trouble will actually turn out to have prefaced the eventual development of a strong big-sisterly, or motherly, or auntie, or friendly-type bond. She gave him quite a hostile and Georgette-like welcome, probably resentful that she wasn't consulted before a new dog was allowed to invade her kingdom. Not that he really did; yes, there was his appalling occupation of her favorite chair spot once or twice, but she and Rusty received no less loving since he arrived, and their lives haven't been too much disrupted. But she, of course, wants to make it understood that everything from the doorknobs down is hers!
But for a few days, she did continue to avoid Jack like the plague (or like the stereotypical elephant would a mouse)--eyeing him cautiously, freaking out when he got too close, and basically refusing to be within a certain number of feet of him, or in the same room as him, or even on the same floor of the house with him. She would stay outside longer, sleep on my bed with me, and hang out on my parents' bed. At some point the whole thing got so ridiculous that I wanted to pull a Psychoshy "You're, going, to LOVE HIM!!!" on her, and read her my storybook about Oliver's & Georgette's friendship. xD
Because really, the neighbors' wee terrier is one of her best pals, and here she had her very own "winky," as we call teensy dogs, with whom to chase and play. Yet, she was regarding him as a creepy little kelb demon from Indiana, rejecting the new winky in favor of the original! (I mean, with that feeling I can kind of sympathize, but still...) Guess Ullie prefers a female winky that stays on the other side of the fence, even if she is beginning to show her age. "He's only playing at the whole 'adorable and innocent' routine! It's an act, a charade! He's evil--pure, evil, I tell ya! It's a TRICK!! Those sad, droopy eyes only hide the spirit of a monster! Why can't you foolish humans see that you've brought this squirmy, nothing-but-trouble little kelb pup here without my permission, to turn my happy home asunder...?! Trouble-making is MY JOB!! A pox upon you all!"
I figured she must not be a fan of kids--like a Trunchbull dog, disbelieving that she ever was one herself--or at least, not so big on other bitches' young'uns. However, we soon realized that she in fact may have been quite SMART in her avoidance of him, as he WAS "unclean"...well, we had to treat him for worms first, and then fleas! Poor wee man. Hah. Mere coincidence that his getting cleaned up coincided with her tolerance and acceptance of him? I don't know...
By now, things are going well, and they understand that we are indeed keeping the little fella--he's not a gift for somebody else. He tends to follow her around and try to imitate her a lot, and she doesn't mind (heck, sometimes she even follows him.) He'll never be able to move like her, but at least he can jump ONTO the basement sofa; it's short, just like him!
Ulla isn't freaking out when he makes sudden, quick movements or runs...and not growling, barking, snapping, and lunging at him as often, which she usually does only when he comes at her and jumps up, or pushes his playpen towards her, or starts advancing on her while she's on her bed or a piece of furniture. Luckily, Jack seems to get that, as scary as she can look, both her and Rusty's barks are worse than their bites. When he acts up and goes too far for their comfort, they let him know and kinda put him in his place without literally being a threat. The three of them are now on the road to becoming best buddies.
Jack and Ulla interact to a greater degree every day, and LOVE to play chase and Tug-of-War--and she'll even follow you in circles around the house if you pick him up and carry him like a baby. X3 She may still get mad if he advances and jumps on or otherwise "harasses" her when she's on her bed/furniture or isn't in the mood or something, but it's gotten much better.
She's never had to deal with a new dog moving in, so she may not recall how it was for her when she was "the new dog." They've all reached the point of running and playing nicely together. (Jack actually plays dead in front of them, and then steals toys when they're not looking.)The two big dogs allow Jack to touch noses with or walk underneath or just generally be around them without being edgy.
Rusty is actually acting a lot more territorial and jealous with him now in regard to attention, toys, and resting spots, but it's nothing serious. Everybody's got plenty of love, toys to be shared, and comfy places. :3
The new pupper especially loves retrieving things (endlessly--maybe he's actually part retriever?), shredding paper, flipping the food bowl over (he refuses to just eat out of it...must think it's like the Magic Mushroom treat-dispensing toy!), bouncing like a bunny, smashing into anything or anyone, belly rubs, tearing up patches of grass growing in pebbles, tearing FAST laps around the house with toys even if no one's chasing him, making off with whatever you may happen to have that he can snatch up in his little face--such as fish food, shoes/slippers, and plushies (especially Christmas ones and my poor, flabbergasted Georgette), chewing and pulling on my hair, making toys squeak repeatedly, & sniffing, climbing on, and nomming absolutely everything. X3
He's generally a good boy, and you can speak to him in his own language; he'll talk right back. But it's still an awful lot like having a toddler in the house! I tell ya, it's a dang good thing he's so small. Everything's a chew toy (and everyone!), especially now that he's teething; everything remotely within reach must be incessantly sniffed and licked and trampled or climbed upon, and everything you don't want him to do is what he wants to do. His problem is that he's very stubbornly persistent in his misbehavior, seemingly regardless of the number of corrections you give him. It's a relief when he's napping. The pipsqueak DID, however, figure out how to win foods from the Magic Mushroom toy much better than either of the older two. (Well, actually, Ulla knows how to get the food out of the Magic Mushroom toy...she just prefers to let the boys do the work, and then swoop in and reap some of the rewards herself.) ;D
Not a sighthound, but a scenthound--and the newest addition to this family--our ninth dog! Yes, he is a TEENY Beagle of about 11 ½ inches and 12.8 pounds. His playful, increasing-in-frequency, adorable little bays and barks, and his groany, moany growls and grunts, are much softer and higher-pitched than our old two Beagles'--whom were definitely in the small-to-medium-sized category. Jackie's almost a toy, which really is perfect in terms of what we wanted, and his breeder doesn't expect him to grow much larger; his dam's only slightly bigger than he is now, at six months. (His birthday is six days before mine!)
The breeds I was looking into were: Beagle (the boys had a strong preference for them, and my mom and I would have been delighted with any); Italian Greyhound; Australian, Cairn, Norwich, Norfolk, Toy Fox, or Rat Terrier.
My initial top two suggestions, as far as what my mom and I would do well with, were the Iggie and the Chinese Crested...but once it turned out that the boys had decided it was time to get another and pushed me to find a pup quickly, they didn't much care for either of those!
Our name choices: Poncho (the original one he came with), Paco (my dad would have once again had a Rusty and a Paco at the same time), Tiny, Samson (in which case I would have had to get a Delilah sometime later), Thor, Odin, Orion, Fonzie, Ajaz, Snuggles, Nero, Hatchet, Boomer, Merlin, Tippy, Remy, Jaeger, Buzz, Axel, Dante, Tito, Dodger, Oliver, Francis, Einstein, Riley, Felix, Oscar, Deeogee, Zipper. Eventual winner=Jack! (Which I like--loads of nicknames, although it does match Ulla's brother, Jackson.) If it were just up to me, I'd have chosen something a bit less common for dogs and that we've never had before; I mean, I named my girl Ulla, for crying out loud. But Dad picked this, and we all agreed to it. Honestly, I think it suits him better than most of the others, after all.
My dad, brother, and I drove from New Jersey to Indiana and back within about 19 hours to get the little guy. Instantly "carbroken," he isn't fazed by vehicle rides at all, which is a nice relief.
Although Jack quickly made himself at home and has already achieved marked improvements with his housetraining, his first week didn't go totally smoothly. Rust and Ulla kept their distance at first--suspicious and perhaps a tad jealous of the obscenely cute newcomer, unsure what to make of him, what he was doing here, or how long his stay would be. Rusty (like other males in my house) is always pretty protective of his edibles, but he soon got used to the little dude. It took Ulla several days, and I'm still hoping that the initial trouble will actually turn out to have prefaced the eventual development of a strong big-sisterly, or motherly, or auntie, or friendly-type bond. She gave him quite a hostile and Georgette-like welcome, probably resentful that she wasn't consulted before a new dog was allowed to invade her kingdom. Not that he really did; yes, there was his appalling occupation of her favorite chair spot once or twice, but she and Rusty received no less loving since he arrived, and their lives haven't been too much disrupted. But she, of course, wants to make it understood that everything from the doorknobs down is hers!
But for a few days, she did continue to avoid Jack like the plague (or like the stereotypical elephant would a mouse)--eyeing him cautiously, freaking out when he got too close, and basically refusing to be within a certain number of feet of him, or in the same room as him, or even on the same floor of the house with him. She would stay outside longer, sleep on my bed with me, and hang out on my parents' bed. At some point the whole thing got so ridiculous that I wanted to pull a Psychoshy "You're, going, to LOVE HIM!!!" on her, and read her my storybook about Oliver's & Georgette's friendship. xD
Because really, the neighbors' wee terrier is one of her best pals, and here she had her very own "winky," as we call teensy dogs, with whom to chase and play. Yet, she was regarding him as a creepy little kelb demon from Indiana, rejecting the new winky in favor of the original! (I mean, with that feeling I can kind of sympathize, but still...) Guess Ullie prefers a female winky that stays on the other side of the fence, even if she is beginning to show her age.
"He's only playing at the whole 'adorable and innocent' routine! It's an act, a charade! He's evil--pure, evil, I tell ya! It's a TRICK!! Those sad, droopy eyes only hide the spirit of a monster! Why can't you foolish humans see that you've brought this squirmy, nothing-but-trouble little kelb pup here without my permission, to turn my happy home asunder...?! Trouble-making is MY JOB!! A pox upon you all!"I figured she must not be a fan of kids--like a Trunchbull dog, disbelieving that she ever was one herself--or at least, not so big on other bitches' young'uns. However, we soon realized that she in fact may have been quite SMART in her avoidance of him, as he WAS "unclean"...well, we had to treat him for worms first, and then fleas! Poor wee man. Hah. Mere coincidence that his getting cleaned up coincided with her tolerance and acceptance of him? I don't know...
By now, things are going well, and they understand that we are indeed keeping the little fella--he's not a gift for somebody else. He tends to follow her around and try to imitate her a lot, and she doesn't mind (heck, sometimes she even follows him.) He'll never be able to move like her, but at least he can jump ONTO the basement sofa; it's short, just like him!
Ulla isn't freaking out when he makes sudden, quick movements or runs...and not growling, barking, snapping, and lunging at him as often, which she usually does only when he comes at her and jumps up, or pushes his playpen towards her, or starts advancing on her while she's on her bed or a piece of furniture. Luckily, Jack seems to get that, as scary as she can look, both her and Rusty's barks are worse than their bites. When he acts up and goes too far for their comfort, they let him know and kinda put him in his place without literally being a threat. The three of them are now on the road to becoming best buddies.
Jack and Ulla interact to a greater degree every day, and LOVE to play chase and Tug-of-War--and she'll even follow you in circles around the house if you pick him up and carry him like a baby. X3 She may still get mad if he advances and jumps on or otherwise "harasses" her when she's on her bed/furniture or isn't in the mood or something, but it's gotten much better.
She's never had to deal with a new dog moving in, so she may not recall how it was for her when she was "the new dog." They've all reached the point of running and playing nicely together. (Jack actually plays dead in front of them, and then steals toys when they're not looking.)The two big dogs allow Jack to touch noses with or walk underneath or just generally be around them without being edgy.
Rusty is actually acting a lot more territorial and jealous with him now in regard to attention, toys, and resting spots, but it's nothing serious. Everybody's got plenty of love, toys to be shared, and comfy places. :3The new pupper especially loves retrieving things (endlessly--maybe he's actually part retriever?), shredding paper, flipping the food bowl over (he refuses to just eat out of it...must think it's like the Magic Mushroom treat-dispensing toy!), bouncing like a bunny, smashing into anything or anyone, belly rubs, tearing up patches of grass growing in pebbles, tearing FAST laps around the house with toys even if no one's chasing him, making off with whatever you may happen to have that he can snatch up in his little face--such as fish food, shoes/slippers, and plushies (especially Christmas ones and my poor, flabbergasted Georgette), chewing and pulling on my hair, making toys squeak repeatedly, & sniffing, climbing on, and nomming absolutely everything. X3
He's generally a good boy, and you can speak to him in his own language; he'll talk right back. But it's still an awful lot like having a toddler in the house! I tell ya, it's a dang good thing he's so small. Everything's a chew toy (and everyone!), especially now that he's teething; everything remotely within reach must be incessantly sniffed and licked and trampled or climbed upon, and everything you don't want him to do is what he wants to do. His problem is that he's very stubbornly persistent in his misbehavior, seemingly regardless of the number of corrections you give him. It's a relief when he's napping. The pipsqueak DID, however, figure out how to win foods from the Magic Mushroom toy much better than either of the older two.
(Well, actually, Ulla knows how to get the food out of the Magic Mushroom toy...she just prefers to let the boys do the work, and then swoop in and reap some of the rewards herself.) ;D
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