Elana P
Well-Known Member
Hello Everyone,
Our Charlie at five and a half months old, is over 23 inches at the withers, and getting close to 70 lbs of rambunctious, bouncy puppyhood.
My Daughter in law, is five foot nothing, and 90 lbs on a good day, and not at all an assertive individual.
Are you starting to get the idea of what this post might be about???
Charlie, listens to me.
Charlie, listens to my son, most of the time.
Charlie, listens to my Daughter in law, only if she has a treat in her hand.
Yesterday in the back yard, my dimunitive D-I-Law, was taking out the trash to the bins. On the way back, Master Chuckle Bum, decided that he wanted a good old fashion rough housing session.
Well, away he went, tearing around the yard like a Clydsdale horse after a week in the stable. The ground shook, the birds fled from the trees, my poor tiny D-I-Law screamed as he came barrelling towards her like a giant bat out of hell.
Almost making contact, Chuckie stopped, tearing up some frozen grass, ice, and snow, veered around her and went for another gallop. Then he started doing the dance and jump, with D-I-Law trying to yell at him to stop.... yea right.
Luckily I was home, and heard the commotion and put a stop to the silliness.
From day one, I have been strongly encouraging her to get involved in the training part of Mr Puppy, but she just doesn't seem to get it, sigh...
She loves him, he loves her, but......
Any advice?
Our Charlie at five and a half months old, is over 23 inches at the withers, and getting close to 70 lbs of rambunctious, bouncy puppyhood.
My Daughter in law, is five foot nothing, and 90 lbs on a good day, and not at all an assertive individual.
Are you starting to get the idea of what this post might be about???
Charlie, listens to me.
Charlie, listens to my son, most of the time.
Charlie, listens to my Daughter in law, only if she has a treat in her hand.
Yesterday in the back yard, my dimunitive D-I-Law, was taking out the trash to the bins. On the way back, Master Chuckle Bum, decided that he wanted a good old fashion rough housing session.
Well, away he went, tearing around the yard like a Clydsdale horse after a week in the stable. The ground shook, the birds fled from the trees, my poor tiny D-I-Law screamed as he came barrelling towards her like a giant bat out of hell.
Almost making contact, Chuckie stopped, tearing up some frozen grass, ice, and snow, veered around her and went for another gallop. Then he started doing the dance and jump, with D-I-Law trying to yell at him to stop.... yea right.
Luckily I was home, and heard the commotion and put a stop to the silliness.
From day one, I have been strongly encouraging her to get involved in the training part of Mr Puppy, but she just doesn't seem to get it, sigh...
She loves him, he loves her, but......
Any advice?