My little Dachsund, Dayna, is settling in quite well after a few minor hiccups! As soon as I picked her up from her previous home last Thursday, I popped into the Pets At Home Store. There I rashly bought 3 very large bags of a good quality dog food, one chicken, one beef and one vegetable variety, which she flatly refuses to eat. I also bought a canvas cage for her to sleep in ~ which she absolutely refuses to get into. I bought a lovely red extending lead to match her very sparkly red collar, which she chewed through during her first walk.
My wonderful dog-loving daughter in Vermont had sent me 3 books packed full of guidance on training your dog:
How to be your dogs Best Friend by The Monks of New Skete
Dog Stories ~ Everyman Pocket Classics.
I found these books insightful and very helpful, but obviously Dayna has previously read one called How to Get your Owner to Do Whatever You Want, so she wins hands down. One week and three leads later we have got to know each other a little better and Dayna has got me trained.
Dayna loves pouches of lamb and rice with vegetables or tins of expensive dog food ~ not dry food ~ 3 large bags of which will now be donated to the local animal rescue centre.
Dayna will walk for miles very happily with a short chain metal lead. She has no interest in being on a long extension but prefers to be within a couple of inches of my feet ~ preferably between them so I am in danger of tripping.
Dayna has no intention of ever sleeping in a cage, however sofly padded or confortably den-like, whatever the Monks of New Skete say! She prefers to sleep within licking distance of my foot in a soft bed with a fluffy cushion.
Today has been wonderful for both of us. She has been with me for every minute. First, we went back to the Pets at Home store and bought a supply of the food Dayna loves; We drove to Pershore for the Plum Festival and sat outside a cafe in the sun; We took Gerry to the dialysis centre and went for a walk; We cut all the Lavender bushes and bundled up the fabulous smelling lavender to hang up and dry, then went for another long walk; Lastly we drove back to the dialysis centre, where Dayna scrutinised every man who came out as she waited for the one she has designated the ‘leader of our pack’.
How can something so tiny have so much control? I don’t know but she gives me everything I wanted from a dog:
Loyalty, trust, companionship, healthy walks, fun, and bucket-loads of love. I think she is worth her weight in gold.