One year… ish.

Let’s take a little break from the big C to talk about a little G.  Gordon.  Gordie Howe. Wee Gordy. The Brown One.  Little Brown Dog. G-dog. Monkey Face.

Can you believe it’s been a whole year(ish) since this little face came into our lives?

When we picked her up - on her new Dad's lap.

Tuesday after Thanksgiving was when we went to go and pick out (but not take home) our puppy. The plan was to go and pick one but go back on Friday so we could spend a sleepless weekend with her rather than start mid-week.  The plan did not go well.  How could we leave that little face there for another 3 days?

A cuddler - yes please!!!

In honour of our one-year puppy-versary here’s five things about the G-dog.

1. What’s in a name?

The Boy and I had been referring to “our dog Gordon” since we moved in together 3 years earlier. Gordon is named after Gord Downey the lead singer of The Tragically Hip – the Boy’s favourite and (until Shred Kelly came along) only band. When it came to actually getting a puppy we had many predetermined variables. Name. Breed. Colour.  Sex wasn’t one of them – we didn’t want to be too picky! Gordon was the only brown (more gingerish really) puppy in her litter.  Her litter-mates were all white.  How could we not pick the one that was different? Clearly we needed the ginger dog.  And so we have a girl, named Gordon.  We have since met a giant boy dog named Kimberley. To each their own.

Puppy's first bath - not a fan

2. When we get a dog….

When the Boy first came home to meet the parents all those years ago he got his first real taste for what it means to have a city dog. He even went as far to say that if reincarnation is a thing – he wanted to come back as my parents’ dog.  I can’t blame him. When we got a dog, he had some rules he wanted in place. Don’t teach the dog to lick your face – it’s disgusting. Must be well behaved. No dogs in our bed. I’m not claiming that I’m any less of a suck with her, but I will say the Boy has definitely let her lick his face, and while she’s pretty good – she did jump up on my lap while we were in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner this weekend.  And as for the latter….

Sleepy Puppy

Gordon sleeps on our bed.  In our bed. And on our pillows.  If your arm is out to the side at all, she will curl herself up in the crook of your armpit and put her face next to yours.  Like a person.  I let her sleep on the bed one night when the Boy was away.  The Boy officially liberated her on March break when she was spade. They say a picture is worth 1000 words.

Nothing Staged About This One

3. The Road.

This might be a little TMI but this dog does not like to poop on grass.  She’s a road girl.  She’s been known to literally stop traffic when she decides it’s time to go. I think this is hilarious. Others have commented that it makes her the most princessy of all the princess dogs in our lives.

No picture of this one.

4. Sock. 

The dog loves socks. Most puppies seem to, but this one has not grown out of it.  She will try and take them right off your feet if you’ll let her. When the Brother taught her the basement wasn’t scary but a wonderful magical place where all the socks get dumped on the floor… it was a good day in her life. A bit of a nightmare in ours.

5. Tragic Flaw.

Gordon has a PIERCING bark.  As I type this she is barking at me because she wants to play and I’m typing.  Despite her lack of English language skills , she’s pretty good at telling you what she wants, unfortunately she doesn’t typically let you know quietly. Only at ear piercing squeeky volumes.

However, despite this flaw, she makes up for it in her only-child suckiness. The best part of a sucky dog, how happy she is to see you.  Gone for five minutes? Back from a day at work? Gone for two weeks? Devastated when you leave… but when you get back

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The Doorbell

Our little puppy is causing me quite the conundrum.  She has developed this habit of barking at the sound of the doorbell.  I know, nothing surprising, nothing weird.

She barks anytime a doorbell rings on TV.

I know.  This is not surprising.

Here’s the thing.  No one rings our doorbell.  In her 7 months of life she may have heard OUR doorbell ring twice – maybe three times.

Sure, sometimes people come over – but they rarely ring the doorbell. They just come in – knock while opening the door.

So, I ask you – where did she learn this? How does she know that the sound “ding-dong” means she should run angry and defensive to the front door?

It truly baffles me.

The only explanation I can come up with is barking at a doorbell is instinctual as a result of generations of domestic Shih-poos who have evolved like Pavolv’s dog to respond to a doorbell with a bark.  It’s fascinating to me.

Have you ever stopped to think about this?  Or is it just me… and the Boy – he finds it weird too.

Other quirks we’ve noticed: She refuses to go to the basement.  No particular reason that we can tell.  She is fully capable of going down the stairs.  She has been down there maybe once or twice when she was a baby and we carried her around everywhere we went.  Nope. Will not do it.  She stands at the top of the stairs and peeks her head around the doorframe.  We’ve called her from the bottom of the stairs – no dice.

That’s not really a big deal since our basement is not finished we’re really only down there doing laundry most of the time.  But this last one – is getting to be a pain in the butt.

She won’t come up the deck stairs from the backyard.  She’s done those stairs with ease for months.  No problem,  running up and down without a care in the world.  The last 2 weeks(ish)? No thank you. Stands at the bottom and barks at us until we come out and get her.  At which point she trots away a few feet and sits down, waiting to be picked up and carried up the stairs. 

We’ve started trying to treat train her into doing them again, and I’m pretty sure it has something to do with the 2″ ice patch at the bottom of the stairs that makes the ground nearly level with the first little stair.  And then there’s the fact that sometimes her leash gets stuck on a hard bit of snow and gets stuck.  This happened to her right before the refusal to climb the stairs started, she ran up the stairs and got pulled back a bit because her leash was stuck.  Is that enough to scare her out of it? And how long will she remember that happened?  How smart is this dog?

It’s a good thing she’s cute.

 Sleepy Puppy
Does your pet have a habit that you don’t know where she got it from.
BTW – she totally sleeps in our bed now. And I would like the record to show that it wasn’t me that put her there – not that I mind, I was the one that said she would end up sleeping with us.  The Boy was adement.  No dogs in the bed.
Puppy love
This is where she likes to nap, and most mornings she’s wrapped around the Boy’s head… on his pillow.