As many of you know, I bought a Pomeranian puppy. I have had a Pom for the last fifteen years, but she is getting old and I wanted her to pass on all of the behavior, tricks, and commands, that I have taught her in the past. She welcomed the puppy, to my surprise. Her mother instincts appeared and she is teaching the puppy without my intervention. There are a lot of puppy things, that I had forgotten.
Zenzi stood at the glass door and barked at the back yard. I walked over behind her and looked for an invader into her space. I saw no problem. Usually, I keep a piece of wood in the track of the sliding door for a little extra protection. It was lying on the tile, and not where it belonged. I placed it back on the tracks, and she walked away. Problem solved.
I have a grove of banana trees behind the shed. Zenzi learned that if she pulls the soft skin loose at the bottom of the plant, she can pull it lose all the way to the top. “What fun!”
My house has ceramic tile floors with Persian rugs scattered throughout. My coffee table is an old steam-trunk with a thick glass top. Normally, the top is cleared, displaying money from all of travels beneath. Now, everything in the living room is covered with puppy toys and things she brings in from the back yard. She is still cutting teeth, so I find sticks, leaves, parts of my aloe plants, and the remains of a tomato stake. Amazing… it’s a small doggie door. I also discovered a pair of my socks outside? Trying to tie your shoes is a game to her. Not good when I am running late for work.
Yesterday I sat in my living room, watching the TV. From where I sit, I can also see out of the sliding glass door and most of my back yard. There is a doggy door, so they can come and go as they please and the yard is fenced in.
Suddenly, I saw Zenzi run from behind my shed like a scared rabbit. She stopped, stumbled as she looked behind the shed, and continued running toward the house. I assumed that she had met our neighborhood black-snake, or maybe a hawk that sometimes raids the mocking birds.
I jumped up, opened the door, and went toward the streak of a puppy. She went airborne and I caught her above my knees. She buried her face in my shirt and I held her tightly for assurance. I walked slowly toward the shed, carrying Zenzi, not knowing what to expect. When we got behind the shed, she started trembling and barking in her ferocious puppy bark. I didn’t see the threat. I watched her and followed her line of sight.
In the corner of the fence, was a plastic bag. It was open, full of air, and had blown over the fence and slowly drifted across the lawn. With her in my left arm, I reached down and grabbed the bag as she trembled. I crushed it to the size of an orange as we walked back to the house. Now I am her hero for killing the fierce shopping bag.
In the end, she’s a great little puppy, now just barely over two pounds. She has shown me a side of KoKo, my big Pom, that I had never seen before. When I call a command… like come, sometimes… most of the time… she just sits and looks at me. Koko looks up at me like… “You need some help?” I tell her to teach her and she goes to Zenzi, bumps against her, and walks back to me. Zenzi usually follows. I give rewards for the student and the helper.
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