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Puppy Issues

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Check up and shot day for new pup this morning!

She was being a little defiant this morning when it was time to go. She was napping so she wasn't the least bit interested in getting up for her visit. Here's a visual for you...I have the leash on her she's on her back and refuses to walk (like a two year old child) so I'm walking and she's being dragged, and she's okay with that. Once we get to the car she refuses to jump in - I'm trying to pick her up and she's going to try rolling on her back again. In my mean mom voice I say sternly, "Get in the car now LJ!" I ended up picking her up( feeling like my wrists are going to snap) and placed her in the car. Oh, but it's not over! She now needs to get out of the car, which of course she refuses. At this point I've forgotten that she's a dog and I'm standing outside of the car saying, " You need to get out of this car right now! I don't have time for this behavior - DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Again, I lost the battle and I am now struggling to lift her out and get her inside the vets office. It continued with her refusing to get on the scale - let me just stop there.

Once the vet came in and spent less than 3 minutes with her I felt like I was in the principals office being lectured on how I better take control of her before she starts her own gang and begins bullying the neighborhood dogs. Don't get me wrong - I love my vet, and I know that this pup is a handful, but I'm not sure if I'm okay with you talking about my puppy child. So as I was listening to her tell me that she's too aggressive for her age and I need to hire someone to come to the house and work with us before she takes over - I felt some judgement on my parenting skills. I wanted to start listing all of the good things that she does day to day and ask her to please not label her, but I kept quiet as I gave LJ my mom stare while we were being lectured.
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So now I have one more thing to add to my to do list. I've always been very successful in training my pups, but there's a first time for everything, right? I guess she's going to be my strong willed child that needs lots of guidance. Pray for me!

“Happiness is a warm puppy.”
― Charles M. Schulz

Peace, Love & Hugs!

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