Have I mentioned I have a house guest for the next month? No? Well, his name is Max and to tell the truth, he's really not a very good guest. He's up all hours of the night, talks a lot, and leaves the refrigerator door open. Plus he's been making messes all over the house, and no, he doesn't clean them up. I've been buying an inordinate amount of food to please his picky palate, and, to top it all off, he doesn't get along well with my dog, Roxy. Now least you think I'm going behind Max's back and using this blog to voice my ire over his lack of manners…don't. I've been quite vocal about Max's behavior and he's well aware of what I think. It just hasn't done any good. He ignores me no matter how many times I ask him to show some consideration. I could ask him to leave, but right now he doesn't have a place to go and I couldn't turn him out on the street.
So here's what I'm going to do-I've the next three weeks off (yay!) and I'm getting the clicker out, buying some treats, then Max and I will have a few training sessions. We'll see if me watching all those episodes of the "Dog Whisperer" has done any good. Yes, Max is a dog…belonging to my youngest daughter, Sara, and he's staying with me until she moves into her new apartment. He's a three year old Huskey, looks mean because of his markings, but is actually just a big goofball. (It was Roxy who, much to his delight, showed him how to open the fridge with his nose. And to be honest, most of the conflict between them is her fault. She's not exactly digging sharing her human or her territory with an intruder and she plays the "alpha female" whenever she gets the chance. Sara thinks Roxy will miss Max when she takes him to her new apartment next month, but I'm thinking not so much! *g*) I'll let you know in a month if Max learns any manners!
Oh, one last thing I forgot to mention about Max, and I don't think any amount of training is going to correct this habit-he likes paper. Specifically money-dollars, tens, twenties-he's not picky about the denomination, as long as it crinkles, he loves to eat it! And he's sneaky about it. If anyone leaves a billfold or purse lying about, he's on it. Somehow he manages to root out the money without disturbing any of the other contents then proceeds to have a gay ole' time shredding, chewing, and swallowing. Lucky for me I've learned that banks will replace ripped up money as long as one has at least 50% of the torn bill. (Lucky for Max, too!)
That's it for this week-have a good one and see you next Thursday!