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Off to the Malinois races

Posted in Dog diary, pets, Search and Rescue with tags , , , , , on January 10, 2011 by rattlerjen

Hey, my dog might be smaller than your labrador or shepherd, but he is fast!

Do you remember Freyja?  She was the tiny yet adorable Belgian Malinois puppy brought over to our house several months back.
Belgian Malinois puppy
It turns out that puppies turn into dogs.  In typical Malinois fashion, she turned out to be a speed demon of a dog.
Or so her owners claim.
This little girl reportedly runs circles around the other dogs at the dog park.  Now, Grom has never met a dog that can keep up with him.  Could this puppy have grown to be his match?
A date was set and the course was layed out.  Mal vs Mal.  Could this Frejya, Viking Goddess dog outrun our dog of Thunder?
Here, are the results.

Don’t Eat the Ottoman!

Posted in Search and Rescue with tags , , , , , , , on March 29, 2010 by rattlerjen

Why do they keep yelling that at me?  All I was doing is playing with the giant square squishy dog toy thing, geez!

malinois in crate with german shepherd

See, I can share!

Let me tell you what just happened.  So, I was at doggy kindergarten like usual and they took the dog treats away from mom.  We walked around the room like we always do.  I really wanted to say hi to everyone.  There were so many people standing against the wall doing nothing.  I tried to get them to play with me or DO something, but they just kept standing there.  Mom called my name each time, but I ignored here.  Can’t she see that these people need a little play encouragement.  My mom started acting nuts, jumping around and making squealy noises.  I had to check on her.  She gave me a treat when I did.  Why does she keep doing this?  I get a treat for ignoring people….   Sorry, itch under my collar.

Oh yeah, you wont believe what happened next.  One of the kindergarten teachers started throwing the best toys ever all over the floor.  A brand new tennis ball bounced right past me.  It even had that new rubber smell on it.  All mine!

I was told to leave it alone.  Was she kidding?  She wanted me to ignore this just for a few stupid treats,  which by the way you remember she didn’t have much of.  Oh yeah, they put several treat bags on the floor as well and they were full of treats.  I was excited to try everybody’s on my way around the room.  Mom kept bouncing up and down and running around I had a hard time keeping up.  I missed most of the toys trying to not trip on the leash.  I got that really stinky tennis ball in my mouth once and it got yanked right out.  How rude!

A frisbee went whizzing past my head. Then a bouncing mini soccer ball bounced by. Lastly, a nice fluffy squeaky toy went flop.  No, no, and no!  What kind of torture was this all about anyway?


We had to walk nicely around the room.  Every time I dodge out to grab a toy, I hit the end of my leash.  Or my mom yanked on it.  Meanie!  The teachers put an end to that!  They made all the doggie parents put the leashes over the shoulder.  No more yanking on the leash.  Everyone in the room started acting like they lost their marbles.  Jumping around, arms flailing, squeaky noises were happening everywhere.  We finally stopped and I was able to get the squeaky toy in my mouth  The soft material felt so good in my mouth, just like fur.  The squeak was also quite satisfying.

All of a sudden I was moving up in the air.  Whoa, I think I even saw the ceiling under my feet!  The toy went flying out of my mouth, and mom kicked it away. Meanie!  Turns out my mom picked me up in her arms.  No fair!

After that I got to roll around on the floor with my mom.  I had such a good time sticking my nose in her hair and flopping my hips on top of her.  I think I licked most of her face clean too, tasty!

After that we had to walk nicely side by side past on of the teachers sitting in a chair.  She even had treats.  The treat bag dangled right in front of me.  Mom shoved treats in my face.  Another dog in line got treats thrown right at him.  He ignored them!  Must have been a dog with bad allergies.  Mom says she can’t see too well or smell anything when she has those.  Whatever they are.

At the end of class, mom kept giving me treats and touching my feet.  I HATE it when she does that, it tickles!

Out in the parking lot I got to bark for some treats. That was awesome.

Sunny day socialization

Posted in dog training, life with a working dog, Search and Rescue with tags , on March 10, 2010 by rattlerjen

Are those treats?

The outdoor mall was full of people enjoying the nice weather.  I think the picture above may have been taken the only possible time there was not a crowd of people around.  Typically when you see a dog with an orange vest on, it includes a sign that asks you not to pet.  Not so with a search and rescue dog.  Grom only has two jobs right now; love people and play with your toys.

Today’s Challenge: Socialization

Ok, it’s not really a challenge for Grom.  He now loves trotting up to new people and checking them out.   If a new thing happens he gets more treats.  I shoveled handfuls into his mouth a treat at a time today.  One very excited little girl touched the puppy on the rump and he must have jumped up eleven inches in surprise!  Grom looked around trying to figure out where that came from.  (sheesh, I thought he was smart.) For the first time in a month, I saw Grom’s tail tucked under his legs.  He kept investigating the world around him and cautiously inched towards the now still little girl.  After a few moments of treats and scratches, his tail was wagging happily in giant arcs again.  He began prancing around the little girl and her parents completely unconcerned by what happened a minute before.

We had a fun night meeting new people, attempting to shop lift dog treats from our favorite dog boutique, and sniffing a dozen dog bums.  It was a good day.

Spa play day

Posted in Dog diary, life with a working dog with tags , , , on February 20, 2010 by rattlerjen

I got to play with all kinds of dogs today!  Mom said there was no training tomorrow so I am allowed to wear myself out!

First we went to one of my favorite stores.  Everything smells so good.  I keep taking things off the shelves as soon as we walk in.  Lots of things make squeaky noises.  I make sure to do a good job and kill them.  SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE!  Mom makes me put the treats and bones down if I try and pick them up.  She said that it is stealing and I am not allowed to shoplift.  What is stealing?  I can reach it, it is mine!dog in papasan again

I also met a human only a little bit taller than me.  She made squeaky noises when I walked up to her.  She started giving me a handful of food.  Then she squeaked and dropped it all over the floor. Yum!  I also met a small white dog named, Henry.  He was great fun, but he smelled sort of funny.  I don’t think he really understood how to play though.  I bowed to him several times, but he just stood there and wagged his tail.  So I wacked him on the head with my paw to knock some sense into him, but his mom took him away.  Wait, come back!  This is the best store ever because everyone gives me scratchins and treats.  Dad got a giant bag of dog food.  Yes!

Next, we went to a store that smelled kind of funny.  They had all kinds of metal things in big see-through cases.  Mom told me not to jump up on the cases.  Oh!  Then I noticed that I was wearing a big itchy thing around my middle.  It poked me in the mouth and tickled when I tried to pull it off.  You should have heard the satisfying scratchy riiiiiip noise it made when I had it in my teeth!  Again, I was told “OFF!” and I had to stop.  There were some very nice people in there that talked to me and gave me scratches behind the ears.  Oh yeah, more!  One lady had a dead animal on her back.  The worst thing is that it didn’t even smell rotted.  You are supposed to chew on that, not wear it.  People are so gross!

The last place we went to was the best.  Oh!  I had to pee on the snow bank first.  It smelled like everyone else peed there first so I made the spot good and yellow!  Inside, it smelled like wet doggies.  That must mean there is a good muddy pool in there somewhere.  I never found the pool but I was greeted at the door by a squished faced dog with teeth sticking out.  She made some great snorting noises when she breathed.  I asked her if she wanted to play, but she made a great snooty snort and snapped at my face.  Meany!  She smelled funny anyway.

stretch leash

Boing boing!

I did find a really good friend at this place.  He was a big rolly silver puppy.  We had so much fun tearing around the entire store.  I got him wound up in my leash many times before mom was able to get it off me.  Boing Boing Boing!  We knocked all sorts of stuff off the shelves.

Then we ran upstairs and jumped around in big wet white tubs!  A great big wolfhound was getting a bath in the tub next to us.  Hahaha, he did not look happy.  He smelled worse!  Dogs are not supposed to smell like coconut!

Downstairs, mom bought me a new leash.

It’s a big long orange thing that is very boingey.  It can stretch so I can pull on it to get my toy!  Mom says it will strengthen my muscles while I jump for my toy and it wont hurt if I jump too hard.

She also got some new shampoo for me.  What is Pina Colada?

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