Cami
Boxer Insane
I thought my name was Raine but have come to realize that it isn't.
I hear NO. Stop-it. Leave-it. Down. Off and sit. All day long.
What gives?
Mom says I am a bad puppy but she says it with a smile on her face so I don't know what to believe.
These are things that I am having problems with. Maybe another, more mature Boxer can help me out.
For some reason I don't get the whole potty training thing.
I play all the time and I can't be bothered to learn that I need to go pee outside. I play and then I just stop and pee. Sometimes I still have the toy in my mouth so when I am finished going I can restart my play again. I don't know what the big deal is.
When I do go potty outside I get treats and mom gets all excited. Not so much when I go inside. She says NOOOOOO......and then she scoops me up and as we are going outside she rings the bell, opens the door and tells me to "potty outside". Sometimes I finish, sometimes I am already empty.
I can ring the bell. That isn't the problem at all. Actually I like to ring it and I even try to rip it off the door. Mom said she can't NOT let me ring the bell. I don't know why that is but it is what she said. I know that every single time I ring the bell she opens the door even though I didn't really want to go outside. I was just enjoying playing with the bell.
Did I mention that I have a CAT. I so love this CAT. I like to chase the CAT. I like to bark and growl and make funny Boxer puppy sounds at the CAT. Cat thinks I am loony tunes. She smacks my head but thankfully she doesn't use her claws. She gets up much higher than I can and it makes me frustrated so I bark and growl funny a lot. She also runs fast. I try to catch her but she has a lot of hiding places that I can't get to. Believe me I try really hard but I usually get stuck but most times mom & dad just chase me while I am chasing the cat. These times are some of the highlights of my days.
I make my mom & dad bleed sometimes. Mom especially on her feet. She has nice toes. She doesn't like it at all. She said she was going to spank my bottom but she never did. I don't know what a spank is but she keeps telling me I am in for a spanking. Maybe it would be fun? Dad laughs at her and says hell would freeze over before I would ever get spanked. I know that ice is frozen and I like ice so the freezing thing can't be so bad.
I don't like to be alone. I kind of freaked my mom out the first time she put me in my comfy crate. She calls it a condo. I don't know what that is either but she gets all excited when she tries to get me to go inside. I like it just fine and go in it all by myself a lot when I think about it.
Just don't close the door on me. I screamed. I tried to get out by biting at the wires. I even hurt my cute little nose (so my mom tells me). I even thrashed about inside so much that I was moving the condo thing across the floor. I thought that was a good thing since I am so small. Mom is worried about something called separation anxiety. She worked with me and I was up to about 20 seconds of being in the crate with the door closed before I started to get a little claustrophobic. I like to whine. I do it all the time and that is what happens first. I whine and then I start screaming really loud so that the neighbors down the street can hear me (mom said that, I didn't). Then I howl. I howl really loud. Mom actually thought I hurt myself but I didn't I was just sitting there and making a lot of noise. I don't like to be left alone. Mom thought it was just in the crate so she moved the crate to the kitchen so that I can go in it whenever I want when she is gone only now I am confined to the kitchen. I don't like the kitchen so much unless I am going to be eating. Eating is a good thing and I guess I have problems with that too.
I get so excited when I think I am going to eat. I love food. Food is good. Too much food makes me have runny poo......a whole bunch of it. I guess that isn't good either but at least I poo outside. I don't think you should poo inside. Just doesn't make much sense. That makes mom really happy.
I have lived with my family for 2 weeks now and I am 10 weeks old...and three days. Every day counts!
My mom sleeps on the couch and I sleep on two pillows right next to the couch. I like to be near my mom and I do love my pillows even though dad said I am going to outgrow them soon and I will be getting new ones. I have dog beds too but last night I just walked on one and went pee. Something happened to it having to do with laundry detergent so I hope it comes back soon.
I can go potty outside at 10 or 11pm and then I sleep until 5am. I get a good nights rest and I don't even wake up in all that time. I think that makes mom happy.
Mom has left me alone like 5 or 6 times since I have been here. I get a Kong filled with the most fantastic stuff inside. I try my best to get it out since it tastes so good but sometimes I don't get it all. Then I get into my condo. At some point I have gone potty on the kitchen floor and mom has to clean it up when she comes home. I don't know why I have to go when she is gone since I go outside right before she leaves and she hasn't even been gone for an hour. I guess I have a small bladder still and hopefully I can buy a larger one somewhere or maybe even mine will grow (if that is possible)?
My dad found a squirt bottle. When he says leave-it and I don't...for some reason that squirt bottle squirts me on my bottom. I think it is the funniest thing and I turn around and try to see where it came from. Then I take off running around the room as fast as I can trying to find it but I never do. Don't let anyone tell you that squirt bottles are a bad thing. I really love mine. Dad says it doesn't work on me and mom has to come up with Plan B.
I guess I will learn potty training in time but I know mom thinks it should be happening sooner. I make sure to look at her with my cute face which will remind her that I am still just a baby. I think someone told me that I was going to the dentist for tooth removal if I didn't stop biting them. Don't know who said it but I think they were joking. I need my teeth to eat I think!
OH!! Another thing I just remembered. Dad said that I am a little territorial. I have no idea what that means but I like to bark and growl at the neighbors. I think I sound tough but they all just laugh at me. I make the hair on my back stand up too. I think it makes me look tougher that way. Maybe I read that somewhere. I can't remember. Mom can't believe that I bark so much. I said...geeze Mom, I am a dog! That is what we do. She said.... you are a BOXER and a nice bark that is short and sweet to alert humans to something will suffice. No need to get the whole neighborhood of dogs in an uproar. I might work on that for her sake.
In closing I guess I just need to say that I am a puppy and I am still learning. I like to eat and play. I need to potty a lot. I put things in my mouth so that I can learn all about my new world and surroundings. I chase the cat because she looks like she might be fun to hang out with even though she has other plans. I don't like to be left alone because I guess I just don't have much confidence yet and hopefully that comes with time. I am having a TON of things thrown at me (not literally) but new words and new activities are entering my brain seemingly non-stop. Today I know how to sit. I like to sit. Sit means watch mommy give me something yummy! The other stuff I don't know yet but I am learning.
I hear NO. Stop-it. Leave-it. Down. Off and sit. All day long.
What gives?
Mom says I am a bad puppy but she says it with a smile on her face so I don't know what to believe.
These are things that I am having problems with. Maybe another, more mature Boxer can help me out.
For some reason I don't get the whole potty training thing.
I play all the time and I can't be bothered to learn that I need to go pee outside. I play and then I just stop and pee. Sometimes I still have the toy in my mouth so when I am finished going I can restart my play again. I don't know what the big deal is.
When I do go potty outside I get treats and mom gets all excited. Not so much when I go inside. She says NOOOOOO......and then she scoops me up and as we are going outside she rings the bell, opens the door and tells me to "potty outside". Sometimes I finish, sometimes I am already empty.
I can ring the bell. That isn't the problem at all. Actually I like to ring it and I even try to rip it off the door. Mom said she can't NOT let me ring the bell. I don't know why that is but it is what she said. I know that every single time I ring the bell she opens the door even though I didn't really want to go outside. I was just enjoying playing with the bell.
Did I mention that I have a CAT. I so love this CAT. I like to chase the CAT. I like to bark and growl and make funny Boxer puppy sounds at the CAT. Cat thinks I am loony tunes. She smacks my head but thankfully she doesn't use her claws. She gets up much higher than I can and it makes me frustrated so I bark and growl funny a lot. She also runs fast. I try to catch her but she has a lot of hiding places that I can't get to. Believe me I try really hard but I usually get stuck but most times mom & dad just chase me while I am chasing the cat. These times are some of the highlights of my days.
I make my mom & dad bleed sometimes. Mom especially on her feet. She has nice toes. She doesn't like it at all. She said she was going to spank my bottom but she never did. I don't know what a spank is but she keeps telling me I am in for a spanking. Maybe it would be fun? Dad laughs at her and says hell would freeze over before I would ever get spanked. I know that ice is frozen and I like ice so the freezing thing can't be so bad.
I don't like to be alone. I kind of freaked my mom out the first time she put me in my comfy crate. She calls it a condo. I don't know what that is either but she gets all excited when she tries to get me to go inside. I like it just fine and go in it all by myself a lot when I think about it.
Just don't close the door on me. I screamed. I tried to get out by biting at the wires. I even hurt my cute little nose (so my mom tells me). I even thrashed about inside so much that I was moving the condo thing across the floor. I thought that was a good thing since I am so small. Mom is worried about something called separation anxiety. She worked with me and I was up to about 20 seconds of being in the crate with the door closed before I started to get a little claustrophobic. I like to whine. I do it all the time and that is what happens first. I whine and then I start screaming really loud so that the neighbors down the street can hear me (mom said that, I didn't). Then I howl. I howl really loud. Mom actually thought I hurt myself but I didn't I was just sitting there and making a lot of noise. I don't like to be left alone. Mom thought it was just in the crate so she moved the crate to the kitchen so that I can go in it whenever I want when she is gone only now I am confined to the kitchen. I don't like the kitchen so much unless I am going to be eating. Eating is a good thing and I guess I have problems with that too.
I get so excited when I think I am going to eat. I love food. Food is good. Too much food makes me have runny poo......a whole bunch of it. I guess that isn't good either but at least I poo outside. I don't think you should poo inside. Just doesn't make much sense. That makes mom really happy.
I have lived with my family for 2 weeks now and I am 10 weeks old...and three days. Every day counts!
My mom sleeps on the couch and I sleep on two pillows right next to the couch. I like to be near my mom and I do love my pillows even though dad said I am going to outgrow them soon and I will be getting new ones. I have dog beds too but last night I just walked on one and went pee. Something happened to it having to do with laundry detergent so I hope it comes back soon.
I can go potty outside at 10 or 11pm and then I sleep until 5am. I get a good nights rest and I don't even wake up in all that time. I think that makes mom happy.
Mom has left me alone like 5 or 6 times since I have been here. I get a Kong filled with the most fantastic stuff inside. I try my best to get it out since it tastes so good but sometimes I don't get it all. Then I get into my condo. At some point I have gone potty on the kitchen floor and mom has to clean it up when she comes home. I don't know why I have to go when she is gone since I go outside right before she leaves and she hasn't even been gone for an hour. I guess I have a small bladder still and hopefully I can buy a larger one somewhere or maybe even mine will grow (if that is possible)?
My dad found a squirt bottle. When he says leave-it and I don't...for some reason that squirt bottle squirts me on my bottom. I think it is the funniest thing and I turn around and try to see where it came from. Then I take off running around the room as fast as I can trying to find it but I never do. Don't let anyone tell you that squirt bottles are a bad thing. I really love mine. Dad says it doesn't work on me and mom has to come up with Plan B.
I guess I will learn potty training in time but I know mom thinks it should be happening sooner. I make sure to look at her with my cute face which will remind her that I am still just a baby. I think someone told me that I was going to the dentist for tooth removal if I didn't stop biting them. Don't know who said it but I think they were joking. I need my teeth to eat I think!
OH!! Another thing I just remembered. Dad said that I am a little territorial. I have no idea what that means but I like to bark and growl at the neighbors. I think I sound tough but they all just laugh at me. I make the hair on my back stand up too. I think it makes me look tougher that way. Maybe I read that somewhere. I can't remember. Mom can't believe that I bark so much. I said...geeze Mom, I am a dog! That is what we do. She said.... you are a BOXER and a nice bark that is short and sweet to alert humans to something will suffice. No need to get the whole neighborhood of dogs in an uproar. I might work on that for her sake.
In closing I guess I just need to say that I am a puppy and I am still learning. I like to eat and play. I need to potty a lot. I put things in my mouth so that I can learn all about my new world and surroundings. I chase the cat because she looks like she might be fun to hang out with even though she has other plans. I don't like to be left alone because I guess I just don't have much confidence yet and hopefully that comes with time. I am having a TON of things thrown at me (not literally) but new words and new activities are entering my brain seemingly non-stop. Today I know how to sit. I like to sit. Sit means watch mommy give me something yummy! The other stuff I don't know yet but I am learning.
He had lots of accidents in the house and not all were the pee variety. 
