Today wasn’t the easiest day to spend with Amy. We did lots of fun things, but there was lots of screaming (from me as well as her), hitting and pushing. I had to laugh when I came across this post about Elliot, written when he was just a couple of months younger than Amy is now. Here’s an excerpt:
Throw sand at his mother? Check.
Throw sand at his father? Check.
Throw sand at his sister? Check.
Hit his mother? Check.
Hit his father? Check.
Kick his sister? Check.
Throw toys at his door? Check.
Throw his shoes? Check, check.
Along the same vein, here’s a synopsis of today:
Scream at her mother? Check.
Scream at her father? Check.
Hit her brother? Check.
Hit her mother? Check, check, check.
Hit her father? Check.
Push her brother into a metal railing? Check.
Scream before nap time? Check.
Scream before bed time? Check.
Thankfully she’s now asleep. Before she went to bed I suggested to her that tomorrow I could yell at her less, and she could hit me less. She agreed.
About a week before we picked up Heart, my dear friend Krista, who didn’t know we were about to pick up another pointer, told me that she hoped that our next dog wouldn’t be another special needs dog. And she had every right to say that. Yes, we loved Yoshi to bits, but he was…shall we say…a bit high maintenance. I laughingly informed her we were getting another pointer. And I think we may have another special needs dog.
We haven’t officially informed Heart’s previous owner that we are keeping her, but we’ve pretty much decided that we are. She’s totally comfortable around us and the kids now (she’s a different dog than she was three weeks ago), she’s great fun to watch run around like a mad dog, she’s amazing on leash, anxious to please and very, very affectionate.
But she’s not the easiest dog to leave alone. We’ve been doing it gradually and I think it’s mostly going okay. She hasn’t destroyed anything (touch wood), and she doesn’t seem to be overly nervous when we leave the house. However, I noticed a couple of things had been moved around a bit on the cedar chest we have below our dining room window. This is a piece of furniture that is not only one of our nicest pieces of furniture, but also holds sentimental value, as it’s from my mother. Greg and I figured out that Heart must have been putting her feet up on the chest to look out the back yard. Great. We already have a bunch of things we do before we leave the house (kitchen doors closed, gate to upstairs closed, all kids’ toys out of reach, etc), I don’t want to add putting something in front of the chest. Nor do I want to rearrange my furniture because of my dog.
Well it gets worse. I found out today she’s not putting her feet up on it. I went out the back door with the kids and we played in the yard for a bit. I left Heart inside. I turned around to look at the house and did a double take. She was standing ON the chest (it’s about three feet high). All four paws. I’m sure she had a GREAT view of the back yard. Bloody dog.
So. We have to figure out a plan of action. I actually thing we might be able to train it out of her. Plan A is to get Greg to go outside and I’ll hide. When she gets up on the chest, I’m going to throw a shake can on the floor beside her and hopefully scare the bejesus out of her.
And so it begins. The first of many posts about our newest special needs dog. Whom we have fallen in love with.