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Jack Russell Care

"At eight weeks old Harriet entered our lives. She was a little black ball of fluff, weighing 14 pounds, with the little white zip on her chest and forepaw the only indication of her mixed parentage. We had lost an older black Lab to heart failure a couple of months formerly and her sibling was moping around your house. Following the reasoning that the older pet dog would show the pup the ropes, when we satisfied a soft and loving female canine at the veterinarians who had actually simply had puppies we chose to look for adoption.

Prayer increased at times for God to give us the strength to handle early am weeping, toilet training and needing to ""puppy evidence"" the lower racks in our home, nevertheless she was really charming. Her third day with us, after getting me out of bed at the miserable hour of 6am on Sunday, I took both her and G.O.D. (her name for Stefan, as she clearly admires him) to the hill behind our home. Fantastic how much distance a young animal can cover. Low to the ground, the tiniest clumps of yard ended up being encyclopedias of smells. Here is Harriet scuttling along the path (the high yard being excessive for her) and encountering a single tall blade of lawn. All of a sudden her little hips squat, her tail wiggles and she jumps at this huge adversary - falling it with one swift blow to its tassel. Proud as ""all go out"" she continues her way.

By day three sleep deprivation has set in. The pup wakes us between four and 5 am with lots of progressive series of whines. She wakes a few times in the night too, however usually goes back to sleep, but by five am she has actually had enough puppy sleep and is frantic to leave her enclosure. Of course by then Stefan has had enough too and has actually removed himself to the far reaches of the basement. This leaves us to get up, get dressed and all the time trying to relax her worries up until we can take her out.

She is a sweetie, as we were assured by a young couple with a 10 month laboratory who was plainly a much bigger handful, and now we discover our entire home routinely dosing on Rescue Treatment and flinching whenever she starts to her unique intensifying sobs whines and screams. ""Can the neighbors hear her? Do they think we are frequently torturing our pup?"" Margie notifications that her tone has altered from ""oh charming girl"" to ""Harriet stop THAT."" We outline ways to have the little TELEVISION on in her ""playroom"" downstairs and yearn for the day when she is more self-contained.

By day four life is getting simpler (ah isn't this always the lesson) because we start to set boundaries. She has to find out that she does not get 24/7 attention and in actuality she is a fast student. She only yells for about 5 minutes before she settles down. We also are try out where we keep the cage, and so on. Margie got up with her in the middle of the night to let her out and she settled back down - letting us sleep to 7. I agree with all the new mama's I have actually ever understood that sleep deprivation is the hardest of the difficulties.

Stefan is getting a long time out on his own - we realized he required it after he tore out the door last night after we brought them both back in. This early morning he chose the direction of our walk and I liked seeing the sun increase in pink and ivory puffy clouds on the pasture and the water's edge, listening to the gentle waves lap and viewing the dance of silver and pink on the waves. What a wonderful wake up call.

By day five Harriet is good in her cage, and we have to keep her there as she leaves everywhere else we try to limit her. She is a little monkey when it concerns climbing up - sitting gladly by the front door waiting for me when I returned from the marketplace.

Thank heavens for Stefan playing the function of ""G.O.D."". I see now why the woman I overheard said it was easier to have an older pet dog assistance raise a young puppy up into doghood. Harriet is now comfortable enough with our house and life as a member of our family that she is asserting her own specific requirements and wants more day by day. This is stabilized by ease in oversleeping her cage when we are too busy to supervise her and far less shouting when not the center of attention.

Stefan does not love the ""G. O. D."" role as it puts her under his feet much of the time. Given that he has actually limited eyesight we can understand why this is befuddling. I am appreciative nevertheless because otherwise, without Stefan when we take them out to the ""bathroom"" Harriet would have NO CONCEPT what we were out there for and the entire process may take hours as she becomes distracted with every brand-new leaf and branch. Rather image this big black dog going out to pee, with a little black bouncing ball of fur next to him hopping along the course. He stops, she says, ""Oh what is up now?"" (he is peeing, hopefully not on her head). She gets the idea and within minutes believes that maybe this is a great activity for her as well. Mission accomplished we all travel home. Yesterday the two young lads who live beside us (Daniel, 9 and Conor, 5) chose us to the paddock and simply by mishap (at least on my part if not for the kids and the canines) to the beach. The sun was shining, the water glittering, the pets and boys rolling in the sand. All of us came home with big smiles on our faces.

Yes undoubtedly, thank God for dogs and young puppies."