We call her Spike-Toothed Weasel, Pupper-Snapper and fairly often Tooth-Turd, and you know her as Gypsy –our pudelpointer puppy. All her affectionate names are connected to her mouth habits and her really sharp teeth. One day I was down at the barn, and Bruce had a visitor, so he walked outside to talk for a few minutes. Gypsy was in the house alone, and when Bruce came back Gypsy had a roll of toilet paper strewn through the bathroom and out across the mudroom.
During this same adventure she plucked a large bag of thawing black-eyes peas off the kitchen counter. She broke into the bag and shook black-eyed peas in a savory tomato sauce all over our oriental rug in the living room. These are a just a couple examples of why she has earned the cute name of Spike-Toothed Weasel.
Last time I wrote about Gypsy she weighed 22 pounds, and last week the vet said she weighed 48 pounds. She’s six months old now, and taller than Ouzel. In many ways Gypsy is grown up. She has learned how to deal with the donkeys so she doesn’t get kicked, and she is pretty much housebroken; though, she sometimes still gets carsick. She has a very sweet temperament, and she is eager to please.
Bruce is delighted, overall, with how she is coming along with her training. He is trying to teach Gypsy to take directions in the field using a shepherd’s whistle. This is a new approach, since the shepherd’s whistle is traditionally used for sheepdogs moving sheep. Despite Gypsy’s young age she is making progress in finding and pointing game and in retrieving ducks in icy cold water, and is beginning to learn how to be handled from a distance. It’s an exciting time for both dog and man.