Hee! That ball was too much temptation. I use a ball chucker and two tennis balls with Meeka. As soon as she's back with one ball, the next one is launched. It tires her relatively quickly and she loves it.
Reading about saving Baxter brought tears to my eyes.
I wish more people would rescue dogs. Shelters have time limit for keeping animals before they euthanize them. There are so many who need homes.
One of my friends, an older gentleman, waited too long. He went to the shelter and had his eye on a dog, but couldn't make up his mind. When he went back to get her she was gone.
Everyone told me to wait six months before getting another dog, but I got Baxter three weeks after Bandit died and have never regretted it.
Wylie lived in a barn with a breeder for a year and wasn't used to people. When we got him home and flushed the toilet he hightailed it behind the TV/Entertainment setup and got entangled in all the wires. He was very paranoid and if I took him for a walk and people were behind us, he would walk backwards to see what they were doing. I'd have to stop and let them pass so he could walk normally. His safest spot in the house is halfway up the stairs - huge dog barely fitting on a step. We have gotten used to stepping over him.
With us he is very loving and playful and after three years he has lost most of his paranoia of other people.
Meeka spent most of her first year on a short line on a back porch and so had very limited experience of the world. The first time I brought her home, she was fearful of everything. I had to coax her up the steps to our living room, literally one step at a time. Then, when she got to the top, she saw that the TV was on, tucked her tail, and ran back down.
She's much more relaxed now and, although we're still working on some issues, she seems to be a happy dog.
It looks as though she knows how to make herself comfortable.
It takes time, but they do respond to loving treatment. He looks very nice in this picture—a good coat on him.
The pug, Rocky, that we had before Meeka, was almost fearless. When there was thunder, he had a territorial response. He would face the direction it was coming from and bark at it, advancing a step with each bark.
When we had our first major thunderstorm of the year last month, I was curious to see how Meeka would react. She barely seemed to notice it at all, which was nice to see.
Bandit was fearless too. I used to take him to the dog park. Once a man came in with his three dogs who went after Bandit. Bandit took them all down one by one.
My neighbor had a nasty toy poodle that bit nearly everyone in the community, including the dogs. He bit Bandit in the leg and Bandit had him on his back with feet in the air in a minute.
He was gentle with children—they could step on his tail and he would just nudge them away.
We don't get thunderstorms often, but we do have earthquakes and Bandit gave an early warning, running around barking furiously.
Beautiful dog. I still have a lot of work to do with Meeka's response to other dogs. She becomes extremely excited and will to rush at them to try to play. Those are not good manners and, if we had a dog park around here, I'd be uneasy about taking her to it.
If you can find one, you might give it a try. The dogs there could teach her how to play, starting with the "play bow" which Bandit learned in a dog park. They do learn from each other.
As far as can tell, the nearest dog park is hours away by highway. I might try her in one of those once I'm a little more confident about recall with her.
I have a friend who has a dog about her size and a bit older. I take her there at least once a week and they love to play together. The play gets pretty rough sometimes but we've watched enough to know that it's mutual. Her approach to all dogs seems to be the same, though, and it could be disastrous if the other dog doesn't see it as play.