As you probably figured out from yesterday's post, Fio tried to add a photo onto her blog, but ended up messing up the post instead. She promises not to try this maneuver again until some knowledgeable person is standing behind her and telling her exactly what to do. Apparenty a big part of the problem is that she has a Droid and her blog is on gmail.
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Speaking of computer problems, Fio is not thrilled to announce that she accidentally deleted about three hundred pages of text and notes as she was closing down from reviewing her current work-in-progress. Luckily, she has a Carbonite back-up and is on good terms with Click Computer Repair.
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In a complete change of topic, Husband is training Sonia Dog to close the back yard door after herself. It's going to take a while, but it will be worth it.
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Fiorella has plans for Easter. She'll buy enough chocolate tomorrow to take some around to the neighborhood people who have helped her with her murita de rocas (little wall of rocks), which should be finished off in a couple of months, maybe sooner. Spoiler alert: Fio will be wearing the bunny ears Husband picked up for her at Target yesterday.
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One more thing--Fio has decided to check out Target and Walmart for DVDs for people who are trying to learn Spanish. Duolingo was too repetitive, and telenovelas talk too fast.
Showing posts with label dog training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dog training. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Monday, September 30, 2013
Dogs, Deer, and Children
Sonia Dog's stroll yesterday evening was fraught with challenges. Her hackles went up and she started growling as soon as she got out the door--the riding mower, which she's always distrusted, was parked in the yard. Then, at the top of the south driveway, she fixated on the deer strolling around in the yard across the street. Fio issued a number of LEAVE IT commands and circled Doggie back and forth a couple of times, trying to accustom her to the deer, but, at the same time, making sure she didn't break leash and bolt across the street after them.
Rather than risk too close a brush with the deer by walking Sonia up the road to the mouth of our north driveway, as is the usual pattern, Fiorella took Doggier back down the driveway to the house and up the north driveway. The yappy dogs were out, but Sonia ignored them, as she has been taught. However, at the top of the drive, she had another, although more distant view of the deer, so Fiorella circled her again. Back down the drive, the yappy dogs were accompanied by a whistle, which raised Sonia's hackles again and required another round of LEAVE IT commands. Then came the corker--a child's voice. But Sonia still held steady.
Fiorella was exhausted but elated. Sonia's three special incitements--yappy dogs, deer, and children presented, with no incident. We're making progress.
PS: Gotta brag, This morning Doggie dealt with a pedestrian, the neighbors across the street walking visitors to their car, and, as we were about to walk up onto the porch, a deer. Better and better, Now if Fiorella could just rent a few children.
Rather than risk too close a brush with the deer by walking Sonia up the road to the mouth of our north driveway, as is the usual pattern, Fiorella took Doggier back down the driveway to the house and up the north driveway. The yappy dogs were out, but Sonia ignored them, as she has been taught. However, at the top of the drive, she had another, although more distant view of the deer, so Fiorella circled her again. Back down the drive, the yappy dogs were accompanied by a whistle, which raised Sonia's hackles again and required another round of LEAVE IT commands. Then came the corker--a child's voice. But Sonia still held steady.
Fiorella was exhausted but elated. Sonia's three special incitements--yappy dogs, deer, and children presented, with no incident. We're making progress.
PS: Gotta brag, This morning Doggie dealt with a pedestrian, the neighbors across the street walking visitors to their car, and, as we were about to walk up onto the porch, a deer. Better and better, Now if Fiorella could just rent a few children.
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