Here at Chez Pup, Jazzy is learning a lot – and so am I. So I thought I’d share some of these learnings with you.
First and foremost – dogproof is not the same thing as puppyproof.
Yeah, I know, sounds obvious. But remember, it’s been ten years since I’ve had a puppy. A girl forgets. Dogproof but not puppyproof is not just that puppies are smaller and can get into tighter spots than full grown dogs can. It’s also that they’re more motivated. They can obsess, maniacally, on getting into that place, getting ahold of that thing. It becomes a mission.
I’ve spent a good amount of time this week pruning the front shrubs. Why, you ask? Well, because they needed it. Of course, they’ve needed it for a while, but the real motivator this week is that I hadn’t realized they’d grown to the point where I couldn’t get between the shrub and the house. So Jazzy realized she could get under them and be in her Seekret Puppee Klubhowse – No Mommees Alowd. And we just can’t have that. Can we?
Once the path to the Seekret Puppee Klubhowse
Yesterday’s project was to block off the access to under the porch. Those holes to allow access to under the porch have been there all along, and I think they were big enough for a grown dog to eel her way under. But Maggie never even noticed. Jazzy noticed it right away, and has been in and out of under the porch since the day she arrived.
“It’s right through here.”
Now when I say ‘porch’, it’s really more of a stoop. Three steps and a small landing at the top. No room for a lawn chair, just an entryway. But it’s a nice little nook for a puppy, and another place Mommy can’t get into. I added blocking that off to my to-do list, but she couldn’t really get into any trouble under there. Could she?
But yesterday, she got under the porch and started barking and barking. And I got to worrying. Could there be snakes under there?
I got down to the hole and looked in and she was faced toward the lower steps, barking away. Then she started to back out and I hauled her out of there – and she’s got a turtle in her mouth!
It was a little guy. It was sealed up tight and I made her drop it. Later on when I looked, the turtle was gone, so I guess there was no damage done.
But when I looked under the porch, it seemed to me that getting under the porch gives access to under the house. There’s a drop off of several feet, but an intrepid pup could make the leap and then there she’d be. I haven’t been down into that crawl space in over twenty years, and I have no intention of starting now. So I found some scrap lumber and rock and blocked off the entry to under the porch.
I just don’t let her have any fun.
Actually, that’s not true. We did some more leash walking yesterday, out on the road and everything! All sorts of interesting things to smell. At least Jazzy thought so.