Poor Abby.
She started out as an
only child.
Pampered.
The objection of affection.
Celebrated.
She had the
run of the house.
I mean she
ran the house…
And then a
human baby came along.
Poor Abby.
She was
fine for about a year.
Continuing as before…
until the human baby started walking.
Then her
50 lbs. of bulldog exuberance became a problem.
She is the most hyper bulldog I know.
She would get excited and
jump.
50 lbs. of bulldog exuberance jump.
Poor human baby.
During that first year the human baby seemed to always be
CONTAINED in something.
A swing.
A bouncy seat.
A walker.
A bouncer.
A stroller.
A crib.
These were all
Abby buffers.
Human baby safety bubbles.
When human baby began to
walk.
He
walked AWAY from the safety of the buffers.
He
walked TOWARD Abby.
It was just
too exciting for Abby – she
needed to greet human baby with
50 lbs. of bulldog exuberance.
She
needed to be put outside.
Poor Abby.
And that is how Abby ended up
an outdoor dog.
As she
aged she has gotten less hyper. As
she aged I have gotten more children.
Abby’s clout has
dropped. and
dropped. and
dropped.
Poor Abby.
She is still
50 lbs. of bulldog exuberance when the kids go outdoors to play.
For awhile I put her in a different part of the yard so she wouldn’t knock them down. Now that
both the kids and the dog are older I figure the
kids can outrun her.
Ryan (8) doesn’t have a problem with the dog. He just has a problem with
not wanting to go outside sometimes. The other day we had friends over and this was overheard:
McKenzie (8):
Your dog is so cute.
Ryan:
Does that mean you want to go out and see her?
Yes! Let’s go out and see her.
You don’t want to do that.
Why?
Our dog always bites new people.
Really?
Yes, our dog has bit me several times.
Oh.
Let’s go upstairs and play.
OK.
Poor Abby.
To set the record straight – Abby has never bit anyone in her life.
Blog-Stedman addressed the lies immediately. The next morning at breakfast I could
not stop thinking about it and brought it up again:
Me:
Ryan, why would you tell someone that Abby bit you?
Ryan:
Well, she might have tried once.
I would NEVER have a dog around that would bite! Never.
Don’t give away Abby! I love her.
Why would I give her away?
Because she bites people.
But she doesn’t. Why would you say that when it isn’t true?
Please don’t give my dog away!
Yes, this argument could have continued in this
circular manner for hours. By the end of the conversation I was on the defensive. Assuring
him that the dog was
going no where.
Poor me.
I say
bring the dog inside and put the
human out in the back yard…
She had the run of the house.
I mean she ran the house…
And then a human baby came along.
Poor Abby.
She was fine for about a year.
Continuing as before…
until the human baby started walking.
Then her 50 lbs. of bulldog exuberance became a problem.
She is the most hyper bulldog I know.
She would get excited and jump.
50 lbs. of bulldog exuberance jump.
Poor human baby.
During that first year the human baby seemed to always be CONTAINED in something.
A swing.
A bouncy seat.
A walker.
A bouncer.
A stroller.
A crib.
These were all Abby buffers.
Human baby safety bubbles.
When human baby began to walk.
He walked AWAY from the safety of the buffers.
He walked TOWARD Abby.
It was just too exciting for Abby – she needed to greet human baby with 50 lbs. of bulldog exuberance.
She needed to be put outside.
Poor Abby.
And that is how Abby ended up an outdoor dog.
As she aged she has gotten less hyper. As she aged I have gotten more children.
Abby’s clout has dropped. and dropped. and dropped.
Poor Abby.
She is still 50 lbs. of bulldog exuberance when the kids go outdoors to play.
For awhile I put her in a different part of the yard so she wouldn’t knock them down. Now that both the kids and the dog are older I figure the kids can outrun her.
Ryan (8) doesn’t have a problem with the dog. He just has a problem with not wanting to go outside sometimes. The other day we had friends over and this was overheard:
McKenzie (8): Your dog is so cute.
Ryan: Does that mean you want to go out and see her?
Yes! Let’s go out and see her.
You don’t want to do that.
Why?
Our dog always bites new people.
Really?
Yes, our dog has bit me several times.
Oh.
Let’s go upstairs and play.
OK.
Poor Abby.
To set the record straight – Abby has never bit anyone in her life.
Blog-Stedman addressed the lies immediately. The next morning at breakfast I could not stop thinking about it and brought it up again:
Me: Ryan, why would you tell someone that Abby bit you?
Ryan: Well, she might have tried once.
I would NEVER have a dog around that would bite! Never.
Don’t give away Abby! I love her.
Why would I give her away?
Because she bites people.
But she doesn’t. Why would you say that when it isn’t true?
Please don’t give my dog away!
Yes, this argument could have continued in this circular manner for hours. By the end of the conversation I was on the defensive. Assuring him that the dog was going no where.
Poor me.
I say bring the dog inside and put the human out in the back yard…
LOVED this… and amen. I agree… kick the humans out.
awwww poor Abby…we have a weenee dog…she is insane…
awwww poor Abby…we have a weenee dog…she is insane…
awwww poor Abby…we have a weenee dog…she is insane…
Kid logic makes my head hurt.
my sam started out as an only dog and now has another dog, two kids and a cat to content with. no wonder she peed on my bed….
we are just getting ready to look at considering maybe someday “soon” adding a dog to our clan … I will look for the jumping and biting tendencies! I will look to you for some suggestions!!
I agree with Tina, there has to be a way to have the dog be included in the pack. Many times dogs tend to jump to show dominance. Praising gentle behavior and being stern when they are not is a good place to start. But you have to be consistent in your training or else the dog will get confused and frustrated.
Now that your boys are older, can’t Abby come back inside to be part of the family? Can you work with a trainer to curb her of the jumping?
Our poor dog definitely dropped a few notches on the totem pole after children. Luckily (for her) she’s only 14 lbs of mini schnauzer exuberance and gets to live inside.
So glad your head didn’t explode after that conversation.