… first days
Well, Fritzi is like velcro. Like an outgrowth on my heels. Like a footwarmer. I read on Yvette’s blog that someone did not adopt a dog because of similar behaviour Fritzi displays. He is nervous… no wonder, wouldn’t you be after being yanked out of your den, travel for a day and a half, and then put into another den with a completely new pack?
He sticks with me like glue, I don’t need a leash on the property, he is never out of my sight, because he keeps me in his. He has accepted me as his alpha dog and is VERY obedient. He knows ‘no’ very well and always stops what he is doing when he hears it.
We are starting to know each other’s schedule. After he ‘marked’ in three different rooms, which I caught and immediately corrected, I raided my hamper and distributed towels and pillow cases around the house. I read here that this marks the house with my scent. We’ll see how well it works. The same article gives very good advice about basic training for you and your puppy, without mincing words.
And he is fun. Loves squeaky toys. Has something to chew on at all times. He’s already bringing back the frisby I throw.
Good dog, Fritzi! When you are grown, you’ll be an awesome one.
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