More Cell Phone woes

My cell now has no back, and no front and I still have to use it on speaker phone. Why can't she chew on remote controls like a normal puppy? I am going to make a special cell holder on my cork board and just slip my phone in there when I come in. If I can make that a habit then I will get a new phone. I just hate to get a new phone that will also get eaten.

I took some new pictures on our daily walkabout. I'll stick them up on flickr when I get done here. I even managed to get one of her standing still. That is rare. She noticed today that water moves! She still doesn't want to get her feet wet, but she would just watch the streams rushing around. Jumping from one high spot to another so she can watch the water. It was hilarious.

So far I'm not seeing a lot of behaviour changes. I was dreading adolescence and now it looks like it is waiting to ambush me just when I let my guard down. I did notice that while shaping new behaviours she doesn't work as long as she used to, but then she always surprised me with her puppy attention span.

I'm not tracking like I should be, I need to get on that. She tends to want to just race past the hot dog bits I need to not let her go on until she eats the food. So I am making a goal to really get tracking this week.

Busy Week

We have had a very busy week here. The sanctuary I work for had its annual open house yesterday. We had four days with out rain to try and get everything done. Vivre spent those days out in the yard with the big dogs. I would bring her in a work and play in the evening once work finished, but she was amazingly easy this week. She has always settled herself well, as long as she had had enough exercise during the day. I was a little worried that just being outside with out me being there to interact with her wouldn't do it, but she got to run and bark at all the people who were running around helping.

Which reminds me, everytime I think we are starting to get past our stranger thing she would do something that would make me doubt, but this week she had three different people come up to her one at a time and she just happily greeted everybody! I was so tickled. In fact one woman, who Vivre had barked at for a solid five minutes the first time she met her a few months ago, just watched in amazement when her daughter went over to the fence and Vivre was just as happy as can be.

I pulled out some new tennis balls this week and after giving Vivre one to cart around the house I took the other out and started tossing it to Yoda. At 10 he isn't big on chasing them, but he loves to catch them. Every now and then he would miss and Vivre would try desperatly to figure out how to get both tennis balls in her mouth at once. It is hilarious to watch, she just can't stand the thought that somebody else might get the ball.

I am going to try and find my tape measure to get a new height for her. She is still so small, but then I am used to large dogs, so she may not be quite as small as I think she is.

Not a drama queen

When Vivre was little I used to refer to her as Sprite's little drama queen. She was prone to screeching at the smallest thing. Apparently that isn't the case any more. Since I live way out in the middle of no where about once a day I take Vivre out of the yard and let her just run. She can get lots of excercise in the yard, but she can really open up and go when I let her out. She tends to run full out then start launching herself on and over obstacles. Those last pics I put on flickr are of her puppy zoomies. Anyway after her zoomies I was about to take her and turn her out in my aunt's excerise lot with my aunt's hound when I looked down and realized that my arm was covered in blood. Vivre has cut her pad going over something. It didn't even slow her down. No yelping, no limping, no evidence it even bothered her. It bothered me. There was a lot of blood.

Now I realized that I need to train her to accept doctoring. She was not happy with the wipe I pulled out of the first aid kit. Not at all.

She worries me some, this same day when she was launching herself over the picnic table she miscaculated and whacked her leg. She worries me. She still has puppy bones and she isn't even the slightest bit careful. When she is worked up I have to walk her down the steps or she lauches herself off my four foot high porch. Apparently all of her siblings are the same way. As soon as she gets old enough that I don't have to worry so much I plan on setting up some safe obstacles for her to launch herself over. I swear she jumps like a cat.