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Pixel is a very good dog.
I mean, yes, she managed to get into the catbox and eat something horrible this morning, because I didn't clean that fast enough. She loves to bark at the grackles in the back yard for an hour straight. She's not so good at walking with slack in the leash, she only mostly remembers to sit on command, she doesn't quite recognize her name yet, and occasionally she's a bit smelly.
But she's such a good dog! She wants to do what I want from her--once she realizes I'm asking it of her, and isn't distracted--and will do so if she can figure it out. She never has any housetraining accidents. She doesn't chew on anything that hasn't been given to her for that purpose, whines only when there's a real reason for distress, and desperately wants to make friends with the cats. She loves other dogs and other people, but will leave them be when told so.
She's a convenient size for carrying in emergencies, but big enough that I feel safer walking around at night with her next to me. She doesn't fidget too much when I'm putting her harness on. She chases, retrieves, and gives over tennis balls, at least for a few minutes at a time, and only plays tug-of-war with things she's allowed to. She carries around adorable stuffed animals and grooms them (and sometimes the couch), and no longer goes into hysterics when I leave her alone for a few hours so that I can attend classes. She's good in cars and happy to go on her walks.
And everyone loves her; the people at the video game store want to dress her up in costumes of video game characters, and take pictures, and make her their mascot. She will hang around in that store for half an hour with minimal whining while I talk with the people who work there, and hasn't destroyed anything in the pet shop when we go past all the shelves of delicious products there, either.
Took her to the vet today, and she was Unhappy, but cooperated with all poking and prodding, and didn't get hostile at all, or try to bolt. She is a good dog.
Anyway. I spent a lot of time wailing about my frustrations with her when we were first getting to know each other. But I've really, really lucked out with this dog. I love her dearly, and she is a Good Dog.
I mean, yes, she managed to get into the catbox and eat something horrible this morning, because I didn't clean that fast enough. She loves to bark at the grackles in the back yard for an hour straight. She's not so good at walking with slack in the leash, she only mostly remembers to sit on command, she doesn't quite recognize her name yet, and occasionally she's a bit smelly.
But she's such a good dog! She wants to do what I want from her--once she realizes I'm asking it of her, and isn't distracted--and will do so if she can figure it out. She never has any housetraining accidents. She doesn't chew on anything that hasn't been given to her for that purpose, whines only when there's a real reason for distress, and desperately wants to make friends with the cats. She loves other dogs and other people, but will leave them be when told so.
She's a convenient size for carrying in emergencies, but big enough that I feel safer walking around at night with her next to me. She doesn't fidget too much when I'm putting her harness on. She chases, retrieves, and gives over tennis balls, at least for a few minutes at a time, and only plays tug-of-war with things she's allowed to. She carries around adorable stuffed animals and grooms them (and sometimes the couch), and no longer goes into hysterics when I leave her alone for a few hours so that I can attend classes. She's good in cars and happy to go on her walks.
And everyone loves her; the people at the video game store want to dress her up in costumes of video game characters, and take pictures, and make her their mascot. She will hang around in that store for half an hour with minimal whining while I talk with the people who work there, and hasn't destroyed anything in the pet shop when we go past all the shelves of delicious products there, either.
Took her to the vet today, and she was Unhappy, but cooperated with all poking and prodding, and didn't get hostile at all, or try to bolt. She is a good dog.
Anyway. I spent a lot of time wailing about my frustrations with her when we were first getting to know each other. But I've really, really lucked out with this dog. I love her dearly, and she is a Good Dog.