See that little white badge on the back of her neck? I guess it gets her into all sorts of cool clubs. It's very special.
We didn't even know it was there when we adopted her; the Humane Society's temporary collar covered it up. So when the collar came off, we thought it was just one more degree of how cool this dog is.
What we never expected was that there would be any negatives to bringing this puppy home. She's pretty, smart, small, friendly. What's not to like?
Well, she's half Jack Russell. We knew that, but we had no idea exactly what "energetic" meant in describing this breed.
It means running around in a frenzy for so long that she plops into a coma on the grass (don't worry; we are correcting this). It means "I am UP and ready to play" first thing in the morning, when I'd just rather drink my tea and read the paper.
She happens to have grown to, oh, about Jack Russell size. But she is only six months old. So we will have a bigger dog than we expected.
Sometimes I get so frustrated in our training sessions that I lose it (and the dog wins). But Cranky gave me a soothing talk the other day. Do I want to return the dog to the pound? Am I willing to be the assertive human in the training? The next day I was a cool customer, and Bartlett was a most wonderful student.
Today was the best. Really good weather, so she got a lot of outdoors. We did "wait" and "sit" and "stay." We did leash walks. We did "leave it," and she leaves it! The hardest has been "come," but Cranky and I think we're darn close to nailing it.
Right now she is completely conked out in a wicker dog basket I inherited from my parents, from when we had my childhood doggie, Pepper. The basket is 50 years old, and has cradled five lucky animals. I believe there is still some of their dog hair, all of them, stuck in the wicker.