My goodness, this has been the week for things not meeting expectations. It started with my husband not getting his commission check. He knew that they were restructuring his commission and bonuses, but nothing had been finalized. Fortunately that got resolved this week. You know you think you come up with absolutely every contingency that can happen yet things go to pot anyway. What's that saying? "man plans and God Laughs". If that's the case, God should have sore stomach muscles from laughing so hard.
About a month ago, my husband introduced me to ebay. Since then I have been having a ball looking at stuff and bidding. Well I bid on this dog leash that hooks onto your bike so you can take your dog for a bike ride. I used to walk the dogs, but we have a 2 year old that needs lots of exercise, but I can't go that long. We thought about getting a used treadmill and putting her on that, but I thought the bike would be more fun.
Daisha is one of our rescue boxers and she is the cutest things you ever saw. She's fawn with a black mask and 2 years old. We took her in a year ago as a foster home, but pretty much knew we were going to keep her. The only problem was she was completely untrained. Nothing, not house broke, not leash trained. We had to start from scratch. She tested us on everything. We have been so blessed with our dogs, and not to brag, but we really worked hard with them to get them trained, or at least as trained as a boxer can be:-). Once our puppies became of training age, we did the puppy pre-school and all the basics. Well Daisha apparently had free rein from the beginning. She pulled you off your feet on walks, she loved to bite your heels as you walked, she did what we call counter surfing meaning jumping up on the counters to get food, of course only when we were not looking. If either my husband or myself aren't in the same room with each other and we hear noises from the kitchen, both of us go running, or in my case gimping. We've been told she has a high prey drive. The literal meaning of that is we must always be on our toes when we walk here because she can see a fly or a bug and will go after it in a second and pull you off your feet. We also have to go on lizard patrol before we let her on the lanai, or well you get the picture. Her new hobby is eating the walls, baseboards and furniture. I'm lucky my husband is handy with Spackle.
When she is good and she really is most of the time, she is precious and I know she's just bored and needs exercise, hence the bike attachment. We love Cesar and try to follow his guidelines, exercise, discipline, affection. All of our other 3 boxers are great. We have our old girl, Monica who is 12 and unfortunately she has mass cell cancer and is failing. We have Chrissy who we got right as I got really ill, so she has been my cuddlebuddy. She is 7 and truly the sweetest dog you will ever meet. Even people who just meet her for the first time use sweet as a way to describe her. She is all boxer, wiggles, excited and sloppy kisses.
We had Tess awhile ago, but she died of lymphoma and that's when we thought we would foster boxers through Boxer Rescue. Our first was Max who by the time we got him home was ours. We were foster flunkies in a matter of hours. he is such a good boy, completely calm submissive. He was abused and then abandoned, but once he knew we weren't going to hit him and he stopped ducking every time someone moved quickly, he settled in. Max loves car rides and I can't take all 4 of them with me, so Max goes with me on my errands. It's pretty nice too, he can go into the bank with me and the pool store when we go in to get our water checked.
We'd love to "foster" more, but 4 is about all we can handle right now. We might do it again after Monica is gone, but Andy says we can't keep it but I can't guarantee I won't fall in the love with it. So we'll see. If we had more property, I'd have all of them. They have really been a God-send with me being ill. Accept for Daisha, it seemed she always knew when I didn't feel good and that's when she misbehaved. I figure she sensed I was weak and took advantage. I would love to ask Cesar, how to main calm assertive energy when you feel like hell. She doesn't do that anymore thank goodness, but she does need exercise. So do I, but that's a whole nother topic.
Good Night
Melissa
About a month ago, my husband introduced me to ebay. Since then I have been having a ball looking at stuff and bidding. Well I bid on this dog leash that hooks onto your bike so you can take your dog for a bike ride. I used to walk the dogs, but we have a 2 year old that needs lots of exercise, but I can't go that long. We thought about getting a used treadmill and putting her on that, but I thought the bike would be more fun.
Daisha is one of our rescue boxers and she is the cutest things you ever saw. She's fawn with a black mask and 2 years old. We took her in a year ago as a foster home, but pretty much knew we were going to keep her. The only problem was she was completely untrained. Nothing, not house broke, not leash trained. We had to start from scratch. She tested us on everything. We have been so blessed with our dogs, and not to brag, but we really worked hard with them to get them trained, or at least as trained as a boxer can be:-). Once our puppies became of training age, we did the puppy pre-school and all the basics. Well Daisha apparently had free rein from the beginning. She pulled you off your feet on walks, she loved to bite your heels as you walked, she did what we call counter surfing meaning jumping up on the counters to get food, of course only when we were not looking. If either my husband or myself aren't in the same room with each other and we hear noises from the kitchen, both of us go running, or in my case gimping. We've been told she has a high prey drive. The literal meaning of that is we must always be on our toes when we walk here because she can see a fly or a bug and will go after it in a second and pull you off your feet. We also have to go on lizard patrol before we let her on the lanai, or well you get the picture. Her new hobby is eating the walls, baseboards and furniture. I'm lucky my husband is handy with Spackle.
When she is good and she really is most of the time, she is precious and I know she's just bored and needs exercise, hence the bike attachment. We love Cesar and try to follow his guidelines, exercise, discipline, affection. All of our other 3 boxers are great. We have our old girl, Monica who is 12 and unfortunately she has mass cell cancer and is failing. We have Chrissy who we got right as I got really ill, so she has been my cuddlebuddy. She is 7 and truly the sweetest dog you will ever meet. Even people who just meet her for the first time use sweet as a way to describe her. She is all boxer, wiggles, excited and sloppy kisses.
We had Tess awhile ago, but she died of lymphoma and that's when we thought we would foster boxers through Boxer Rescue. Our first was Max who by the time we got him home was ours. We were foster flunkies in a matter of hours. he is such a good boy, completely calm submissive. He was abused and then abandoned, but once he knew we weren't going to hit him and he stopped ducking every time someone moved quickly, he settled in. Max loves car rides and I can't take all 4 of them with me, so Max goes with me on my errands. It's pretty nice too, he can go into the bank with me and the pool store when we go in to get our water checked.
We'd love to "foster" more, but 4 is about all we can handle right now. We might do it again after Monica is gone, but Andy says we can't keep it but I can't guarantee I won't fall in the love with it. So we'll see. If we had more property, I'd have all of them. They have really been a God-send with me being ill. Accept for Daisha, it seemed she always knew when I didn't feel good and that's when she misbehaved. I figure she sensed I was weak and took advantage. I would love to ask Cesar, how to main calm assertive energy when you feel like hell. She doesn't do that anymore thank goodness, but she does need exercise. So do I, but that's a whole nother topic.
Good Night
Melissa
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