She looked so cute when we first saw her. Sad little puppy dog eyes. Weighing only 4 pounds she fit perfectly in one of my hands. And the way she kissed my face was enough for me to give my husband the answer he'd been waiting to hear for weeks, "Yes, we'll take her!"
What was not to like. For a Rat Terrier, Chihuahua, Min-Pin Mix, she was adorable. However, I'd never owned any of those breeds, and had no idea what I was getting into. DUH!
Her first night home she turned into psycho dog, started running around like the Tasmanian Devil and flipped out on my kids. I wasn't sure if I needed to call the Dog Whisperer, a priest, or an exorcist. I mean they have Pit Bulls put down for less.
But instead, being the PET LOVER that I am, I decided to work with her myself.
In just two months, we've been able to get her biting under control, for the most part. But she is a puppy, a teething one at that, who is born to bite. So we just had to retrain her brain...
- Instead of biting fingers--we tell her "kisses" and give her a bone to chew on
- Instead of biting our cell phone cords (she's now chewed through 2) we bought her, her own set of orange extension cords (NO JUST KIDDING--although the thought did cross our minds!)--but no seriously we give her a toy :)
- Instead of biting on my son's BRAND NEW SHAQ shoes--(you guessed it--we give her a toy!)
- Instead of chewing through my daughters new MP3 Player--(yes, we give the Little Princess a TOY!)
- Instead of chewing on the Coffee table (yep, we give her a toy!)
This dog has more toys than all 4 of my kids put together!
I'm starting to take up chewing on things myself, so I can get a NEW TOY!
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