But if you’re willing to play the game

Posted on | 10 months ago, mid-afternoon | 6 Comments

Well, the shy and nervous – but charmingly optimistic – dog we brought home on Sunday is coming out of his shell quite nicely. At first he was terrorized by such frightening phenomenons as televisions, mirrors, and the ice dispenser; but now he lounges on the nice, cool fireplace tiles while we watch the nightly news, and hangs out around the refrigerator if he sees someone grabbing a glass from the cabinet … on the off chance someone will give him an ice cube to kick around the kitchen.

Mirrors are still pretty freaky, though. And he’s still most comfortable in that back guest room, which he’s set up to be his own personal “den.” He retreats there for naps and quiet time with his chewy toys, and generally speaking, if you haven’t seen or heard from him in awhile, that’s probably where he is.

He has a very good innate sense of what is a toy, and what is not a toy – and therefore not to be played with. It’s charming, really – unless you’re the cat, who doesn’t particularly care for this dog picking up her catnip mousies or monster eyes* and adding them to his toy fort in the guest room – and not very charming for me, either, because I’m scared to death that he’ll swallow one.

(Oh hello there Ms. Doctor Vet Lady – that zombie eyeball you retrieved from the dog’s gullet? That’s a cat toy. No, seriously. Please don’t call the police.)

The only exception to this rule so far is the blue shower pooftie he found on the bathroom floor … and proudly added to the fort. I took it away from him. It’s made of plastic, and he’s still teething, so he’s chewing like a little mofo right now.

And yes, he has a toy fort. He built it himself.

In other news, he is being very good about this whole housebreaking thing. His hit rate is about 90 percent right now, and so far today, we haven’t had any accidents – knock on wood – though there were a couple of hitches yesterday and the day before, as he decided that one of the dog beds was HIS because LOOK he has WIDDLED ALL OVER IT even though he shows exactly zero interest in sleeping upon it.** There has also been an accident re: the rug in the bedroom, which is, at least, a very dark rug … and all hail the Woolite carpet/fabric cleaner with Oxyclean in it, because that shit is magic designed by wizards anyway that’s my theory and I’m pretty sure of it.

But he’s definitely made the connection in his head between “going outside to do business” and “coming inside to get a cookie.” In fact, he’s made the connection so well that when he wants a second cookie short on the heels of the first one, he’ll lure me outside again … squat, force a small dribble that could be condensation for all I know, and run triumphantly back into the kitchen where he sits right next to the dog cookie jar and gives me The Look.

The Look says, “We both know I just did exactly what you want, and if you don’t give me a cookie, I may decide that next time, I’ll take another crack at that rug.” So I give him a goddamn cookie.

As for the cat, she remains largely apathetic toward his presence. She doesn’t precisely avoid him, but she doesn’t go out of her way to hang out with him, either. And Greyson treats her like she’s being protected by a force field. He won’t get closer than a few feet, but then he lies down and tries to be the Best Dog Ever so that the little black cat will come over and be his friend, and when this doesn’t work, he barks wildly in case he can convince her that he is TOTALLY HARMLESS AND LOVABLE by SHOUTING IN HER FACE.

(We’re actually kind of glad to hear him bark, because at first, we almost wondered if he knew how. He never made a peep, except for the previously mentioned whimper on the way home … a whimper which preceded a few rounds of barfing, but that’s not so much a sound as an activity accompanied by a sound, God help us.)

Spainy is not impressed with the barking. Greyson is starting to figure this out, and in this most recent friendship-attempt or two, he’s dropped all the way to the ground, flattened himself there, and stayed very, very still … in case he can lure her close with this pretense and then as soon as she’s bought into the ruse he can LEAP UP AND LICK HER SENSELESS.

Anyway. The cat remains largely untraumatized. She just walks away from him, plants herself someplace conspicuous enough to make clear that she is NOT HIDING FROM HIM thank you very much, and then deliberately, insultingly, she naps. But she’s becoming a tad more receptive each day – letting him get closer and closer. I can now sit between them, with one hand petting each animal. It sends Greyson into paroxysms of anticipatory cat-licking delight; but Spain merely tolerates it while pretending that he doesn’t exist.

But soon. Soon, she’ll crack. Or decide she feels sorry for him. And one of these days, they’ll hang out like old pals. I bet.

[Edited to add: Pictures? You want pictures? Or maybe some adorable videos? I got your hookup right here.]


* I found a bag of these things on sale for a couple of bucks after Halloween, while I was out kicking around Ballard with Kat. They’re exactly what they sound like – textured ping-pong balls decorated to look like zombie eyeballs. The kitty can’t get enough of them, because they’re light and kickable, but they don’t roll evenly … so every swat’s an adventure!
** The little bastard did it again, WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS POST. So I cleaned up the bed (it has a leatherette cover, at least) and tossed it up into the attic. Fuck that noise. He knew he’d done something bad, too, even before I shouted at him and threw him out of the room. I wish to God I understood what it was about that stupid bed. [Edited to add: Ms. Spyder reminds me of something that might have been significant.]

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6 Responses to “But if you’re willing to play the game”

  1. HettyB
    July 25th, 2012 @ 4:34 pm

    Once it becomes cold she may “warm up” to him very quick. Pun completely intended. Depends on how cold it will get in your house during winter.

  2. Cyndy Otty
    July 25th, 2012 @ 4:59 pm

    I can’t decide which I find more amusing, the dog being such a dog about the cat or the cat being so much a cat about the dog. I think it might be the toy fort. (Yara gets very upset if you clean up all her toys even though she knows to “put her toys away” so her toy fort tends to stay put. Unfortunately, hers is in the livingroom and I’m, um, blind.)

    Sounds like things are going well and Greyson has you trained with the cookies, which is every good dog’s job after all.

  3. Richard W
    July 25th, 2012 @ 6:03 pm

    Hate to de lurk just to be that annoying person with unsolicited advise, but can’t stop myself.
    Re: the bed, it still smells to him like a legitimate place to eliminate – try an enzymatic cleaner from a pet supply store “nature’s miracle” or one of it’s competitors. Remember you’re a smell-blind monkey.
    Re: shouting, bad idea! Runs the risk of teaching him to hide from you when it’s time to go. Ignore accidents completely – no affect. Lavishly reward correct actions, Lather, rinse, repeat. Actually seems like you’re well on the way with this.

    Sorry to be mister know it all (I certainly don’t!) Good luck with the adorable puppy

  4. Jennifer S
    July 25th, 2012 @ 6:35 pm

    I second Mike’s suggestion of an enzyme destroyer. I use “Out!” if either of my cats have and accident; it works wonders!

    Jen

  5. Cherie
    July 25th, 2012 @ 6:38 pm

    I have Nature’s Miracle, and used it on the bed every time, and he still sought it out to pee upon.

    I know to ignore the accidents, thanks; but the bed thing was not an accident. Yesterday when I didn’t hear him in time to reach the door and let him out …. *that* was an accident. No big deal.

    This was a breach of behavior protocol, not an oopsie. He consciously, deliberately waited until he thought I wasn’t watching, snuck into the room, and pissed hurriedly on the bed. He knew it was uncool before I even opened my mouth.

    Each animal is different, yes; but as previously established, I’ve spent most of my life around dogs. This one is responding very, very well to guidance except for that one strange hang-up (which has been addressed), and if I want advice, believe me, I have no problem asking for it.

  6. Richard W
    July 25th, 2012 @ 8:15 pm

    sorry, I was afraid I might be being “that guy” – and it seems I was. mea culpa

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