Gypsy: Week Nine

The first handful of leaves fall from the great gothic elm in our front yard. Gypsy turns nine weeks old; she has her first swim, and she grows in body and awareness. Her face and snout elongates, and she leans toward looking like her European sire – Lon. But, her coat shows some light-colored ticking below the chocolate brown outer coat as found in her dam –Zoey.

Stretched out on the big dog's bed.
Stretched out on the big dog’s bed.

 

The Great and Powerful Oz our female griffon is beginning to accept the pup, and is showing some tolerance and even – interest in Gypsy.

Three dogs with different temperament going their ways.
Three dogs with different temperament going their ways.

 

A couple of concerns: Great Horned Owls, which are known to take house cats and small dogs, hunt near our farmhouse. We hear them emitting their territorial hoots before dawn. Plus these large, aggressive owls raise young in sentinel pines near the barn every year, so we know they are resident. In June we lost an indoor cat, that just happened to get outside at night, we believe to an owl. So, when Gypsy walks out before dawn or after sunset below the elm tree, I’m with her, and she is on a lead.  

 

My second concern is that we may not have had her inside the house as much as we should have (for house training), because she has spent a lot of time on the covered porch outside and in exploring the three-acre fenced area around the house. It’s been hot in Oregon, and even though fall is on its way, we are still experiencing days where temperatures are in excess of ninety degrees. So, the porch is a great place for the puppy to play and stay cool in the shade. When she does come inside, she pees—even though I watch her carefully. I know puppies have to pee after eating, after playing, and after sleeping. But, she moves quickly and we don’t have effective ways of shutting off the main room from the rest of the house.

 

Yesterday I asked Gypsy, “Do you see the other dogs peeing on the floor in the house”? Two big eyes looked back in response.

“Well,” I said, “That’s something you might want to note and take to heart.”

 

Gypsy immediately ran to the door and started to whine the universal dog-sign for “I want out.”   How incredible –what a smart puppy I have. Well, if only this were true. Right now that scenario is only a dream. We are still in the phase –accidents happen.

 

Yet, we make progress in a variety of departments. This week, on a real warm day, she did learn to swim with the big dogs – with a little help from poppa Bruce. And, she picked up the scent of California quail during one of our late afternoon hikes.

Hiking in the afternoon with Gypsy and the other dogs.
Hiking in the afternoon with Gypsy and the other dogs.

 

Skookum and Ouzel on soft point for California quail, and Gypsy catches the scent--creeps in.
Skookum and Ouzel on soft point for California quail, and Gypsy catches the scent–creeps in.
The burrs win out!
The burrs win out!

 

She’s pretty reliably retrieving a sock dummy, and by command she sits and waits for me to put her food down during her four daily feedings. She also knows what “stay” means in relationship to the door from the porch into the house. If I give the stay sign, the open palm hand signal, Gypsy pauses and doesn’t rush the door. She waits to be invited in, so in some other important areas she is learning restraint.

As the Great Oz watches, Gypsy only goes so far into the pond.
As the Great Oz watches, Gypsy only goes so far into the pond.

 

A hot day and Bruce decides to disrobe and take Gypsy into the pond for a swim.
A hot day and Bruce decides to disrobe and take Gypsy into the pond for a swim.

 

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Success!  Gypsy swims with some encouragement from Bruce and the dogs.
Success! Gypsy swims with some encouragement from Bruce and the dogs.

 

Once out of the water Gypsy made her way to Bruce's clothing on the ground beside the pond.
Once out of the water Gypsy made her way to Bruce’s clothing on the ground beside the pond.
Now back to the house, but Bruce is having some difficulties as Gypsy chases and bites his boots and legs with her tiny vampire-sharp teeth.
Now back to the house, but Bruce is having some difficulties as Gypsy chases and bites his boots and legs with her tiny vampire-sharp teeth.

 

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7 thoughts on “Gypsy: Week Nine

  1. Nothing like a pup to put a spring back in your step and a smile on your face!
    Wading in the pond helps too, squishing mud between your toes!
    Never ever grow up!

    “Semper Fi!”
    SD

    1. Nothing like a pup to put a spring back in your step and a smile on your face!
      Wading in the pond helps too, squishing mud between your toes!
      Never ever grow up!

      “Semper Fi!”
      SD
      Hi Roy- Such true words. My mother said, ” I don’t know who seems to be having more fun- the puppy or Bruce.”

    1. Awwww, how sweet! Great fun! Shoe Alert! Looks like teething time is setting in 🙂 Hi Carol: She is almost ready for teething. We bought her a nylabone teething bone, but she isn’t quite able to do anything with it. Maybe this week coming up!

  2. Cute as ever! Seeing the photo of her beside Bruce’s clothes reminded me of a little dog I had years ago. Beach vacation. I was floating on a raft and my dog was waiting on the beach by my shoes.

    1. Cute as ever! Seeing the photo of her beside Bruce’s clothes reminded me of a little dog I had years ago. Beach vacation. I was floating on a raft and my dog was waiting on the beach by my shoes . Hello, and that is also a really cute image. Thanks for sharing your memories. I can see it. Sher

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