Not much has been going on with me in Casa de Cancer. I've been working my usual 9 to 5 job and trying to take care of the Boomtastic at the same time. Boomer and I have reached a couple of milestones this week. I have finally figured out what will get my little Cujo from biting me: a spray bottle. Boomer does not like to be sprayed in the face with water. When she started going Cujo on me, like lunging at me and biting my leg or hands, I would just spray her in the face with with water. SHE STOPPED. She just sat there with a stunned look on her wet face.
Me... This was close to my reaction.
Boomer's cujo moments was the last speed bump on our road to becoming blissful dog and pet owner. It's hard to get attached to an animal that considers you one of their chew toys. It's been a couple of days since she tried to go all Cujo on me and I couldn't be happier.
Yesterday, inspired by my friend Rosie who has been training her pup how to tricks, I wanted to give it a shot with the Boomtastic. I taught my little pooch how to shake. Oh. My. God. The moment she gave me her paw without me guiding her, I could have cried tears of joy. She's now listening to me and we're establishing who is the Alpha Female in this house.
ME. I am.
Now I'm trying to figure out the next trick I want to teach my little Boomer. Lay down? How do you teach a dog to lay down. Hmmmm.
