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The Joy and Frustration of Owning a Terrier

Wednesday, August 27th, 2008

My little terrier mix Micah is one of the greatest joys of my life. If I just pick up my clicker he starts spinning, and tap dancing all over the place to see what we might be working on today. He is a training lovin’ machine! He will work his little heart out for his daily kibble - forget chicken or steak. He is the most “ready to go” dog I can imagine. His curiosity and ability to figure things out makes him one of the most fun dogs I’ve ever had.

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Micah came by agility naturally. I didn’t have to work at hyping him up. He came pre-wired for it. He absolutely goes crazy to run and jump. Even when he was little, he showed an affinity for it.

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When he can focus - he’s great!!! When he can focus.

On hot (Texas) nights at agility class when most of the other dogs are worn out and ready for bed, he is raring to go, and would easily do another 2 hours.

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However, on the flip side: when confronted with a new dog or person (or sometimes even someone he sees every week) he frequently will bark and lunge first and ask questions later. That is our plight. It’s just who he is. You see, he’s a terrier. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that!!) :-)

So it’s what we have to work on - every day. Trying to make him smile at strangers. Trying to make him a golden retriever in a terrier body. It’s a long road, and we may never get there, but I am hopeful that we will - someday!

He’s got a lot of heart that little guy, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world. He does have his special challenges, but then, don’t we all? Hopefully, success will be all the sweeter when we get where we need to go.

Keep your fingers and toes crossed everyone. You see, he’s a terrier!

picture by 2MC Design

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We’re What???

Wednesday, August 6th, 2008

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In one of my previous posts I talked about the little “who knows what” dog that I rescued when he was just itty-bitty. Yes, I said I’d give him a chance at life, but that was it. No long-term commitment. Nothing permanent. No problem. I DID end up having to give him a name, simply because I had to call him SOMETHING! What was I going to say when I called him? Here mutt-mutt? Here little stray dog that I’m not keeping? That just wasn’t cutting it. So I called him Micah.

As I describe in my previous post, he is quite a little spitfire, and has been from the get-go. In the back of my mind I kept thinking - I’m going to have to find someone who will be up to the challenge of keeping this little dude in line. But who? I didn’t have a problem with the concept of letting him go, but the new owner/family would have to be just right. (A pretty common problem among rescue people, I hear).

Well, much to my surprise (NOT), my husband had grown attached to him, and expressed an interest in keeping him. He’s pretty much a softie when it comes to the dogs. I hadn’t let myself get (too) attached to him - since it was always my intention to re-home him. But I must admit, I felt more than a little relieved to know that we were. . . um. . . well. . . keeping him. After all, he was pretty cool.

Once the decision was made, it didn’t take long for him to worm his way into my heart. He’s already one of my all time favorites.

Try as we might to come up with a breed for him, we have finally settled on “terrier mix”. There’s no ILP’ing this one. Try if you like. I’d be interested if anyone has a serious opinion. :-)

And so, our journey has begun with the scruffy little black thing called Micah. It may well be a bumpy ride, but I’m pretty sure it won’t be dull.

Stay tuned.

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Rough Beginnings

Sunday, July 13th, 2008

One night while working at the emergency clinic, a man walked in with something cupped in his hand. He said, “I found this, and don’t know what to do with it.” There, in his hand, was a newly born puppy. He was a little black thing and was colder than he should be. Damn it!!! Another 10 minutes and my shift would have been over - I would have been gone. Wouldn’t have been any need to weigh the life or death issue on this little guy. Damn it!!!

I had never raised a bottle baby before, but finally decided to give it a shot. After getting instructions on how to care for the little critter, we headed home. I had NO intention of keeping the scrawny thing, but would at least give him a chance at life. He’s a male. Another reason not to keep him. (I’m a bitch girl).

Over the next couple of months, he went with me everywhere. He had to be fed every 3-4 hours, so he really NEEDED to be with me. That first weekend we had an agility trial and I snuck him in. He clocked a lot of miles over the next few weeks. We went to agility trials, obedience trials, rally trials, hotels, my job, etc. He was a lot of work, and kind of a pain in the butt actually! But I did sort of enjoy seeing him grow from a squirmy little blob into a funny puppy with a personality. Sort of. He was still too young to determine what breed he might be.

Then one day while I was doing something to him (one of the many chores involved with a bottle baby) he made a kind of purring noise. When I finally realized that he was growling at me, I almost fell on the floor laughing. Was there anything more absurd than this tiny, totally “at my mercy” pup giving me the proverbial finger? Talk about attitude!!! OMG! How dare he?

Good thing I’m not keeping him.

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