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    I took Banjo to the lake today. It is a place she isn't familiar with and the wind through the long grass seemed to spook her out a bit, so she stayed nice and close. She did do the pouncing into the grass a few times, just like my old dog did. Fortunately she did not land on a snake.

    I wasn't very happy with her this morning though. I had dropped two bags of compost onto the lawn last night so I could put it onto the veggie patch today. You can guess. I wouldn't have thought it possible, but this morning the bags were gone. All that was left was some compost spread out over the lawn and I eventually found one of the bags with some compost still left in it. They were 25l bags!!! I also left a 5kg bag of blood and bone in the middle of my fairly big, round garden table. How could I have thought that would deter her. At least she only spilled part of the contents of that one over the lawn and the rest is still in the torn bag. I have to give it to her, she is one determined dog.

    And the only foster cat we have left now is a bit of Darwinian mistake. Doesn't have a bad bone in her body. I've never seen her use her claws and the dog annoys her all day long.

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    LMAO.. that is priceless Hyacinth!

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    OK and now I know Banjo is just mad. She was barking her head off in the backyard, the dog that rarely barks. Turns out she thought the kids'wheelbarrow that I had put on top of the new bag of compost to keep it intact was a dangerous intruder! It took lots of persuasion to finally get her to come near it. And then she was so happy when she discovered it was not alive. I am not expecting that wheelbarrow to stay in one piece for very long now...

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    My ex landlord left some blood and bone where my brother's dog could get it when they came to visit. She vomited in his pride and joy 67 Mustang Fastback on the way home.

    My brother blamed me. The car was horrible stinky for about six months after that.

    My dog will eat blood and bone too - and mum is dumb enough to put it out without telling me - but we soon find out as the dog starts digging up the pot plants.

    I once bought my parents a door stop that looked like a mouse dressed as a granny like in red riding hood - bonnet and glasses and pointy nose and whiskers...

    And my dad made the mistake of "threatening" his dog with it. She didn't kill it immediately. She waited until nobody was paying attention and snuck up to the door that it ended up "stopping" and thoroughly killed it.

    I am very careful not to play that game with my dog. If something freaks her out like that, I either keep it well out of her reach or I put it down and let her inspect it - without moving it at her - and reward her for calm gentle behaviour. Ie I give her the opportunity to get over herself in a safe environment for object and dog. But I don't leave the object alone with dog until she is over it.

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    She was fine with the wheelbarrow after I introduced them to eachother.

    She was both the worst and the best behaved dog last weekend!

    I took her to a bbq and she did not try to jump up on anyone! I didn't even have to get the treat bag out.
    I managed to call her off a baby noisy miner that was out of its nest a bit prematurely. (the chick wouldn't have lived for longer than 1 second after an encounter with my old dog in that situation)
    And this morning I managed to persuade her to walk past a big flock of cockatoos. Off lead!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Hyacinth View Post
    It's more like the other way round. Lucky I have Frosty - so now I can play hockey because she is the best Personal Trainer ever. Ie I buggered my knee - and she was the best rehab. Nothing else got me back into the game like she did.
    Hya I found this post Super sweet!! Are you showing your soft gooey side here or what!! haha
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    your soft gooey side
    It was a bit of a love hate deal.

    Ie as a puppy she could be extremely difficult to catch when it was time to go home. And she was extremely difficult to train with what I knew then and had worked nicely with every other dog I'd lived with. I still can't catch her when it's time to go for a walk. I have to threaten to shut her outside without me - to get her back in the house first.

    I guess that was her soft gooey side - corrections or adversives were a complete fail. Not only did she fail to make the connection between what I wanted her to stop doing and the punishment, she became this extremely grovelly sooky floppy mess for hours...

    And then there was the time when I tried the rolled up newspaper - major fail. She ducked it a few times - no problems - after all cattle dogs are born to duck kicking cow hoofs - and then decided it was a fun game so next swing, caught the newspaper, nicked off with it and ripped it to shreds. Urm, lesson to be learned here but it wasn't by the dog.

    I've never hit her with the fly swat but she gets extremely excited when I get it out. No idea why.

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    Not the Mustang !
    for Banjo and the Cockatoos
    Frosty and the newspaper

    We had our worst fail ever on Sunday - not the dogs fault, mine.

    So, no sit and drop reminder that I am in charge of this walk.
    He has been sooo good lately ..

    Well, he charged through the gate and ran around like a mad thing chasing "everything with a heartbeat" (copyright Beloz) and would not come back at all.
    Hey Snoop, look, chase me, lets play fetch, lets eat a roast chicken,
    hey, come on, play tug, I ended up catching him in the dam after 30 minutes or so and clipping the collar on.
    The water was nice as I was pretty hot from playing fetch with myself but I picked up a tick which I found embedded in my back later. OWWW painful.

    I have learnt my lesson - there is no such thing as a day off !
    The evening walk was on lead and back to basics.

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    Bloody ticks - that's a harsh punishment.

    I wonder if it's safe for humans to take proban.

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    This is my third tick, the other 2 times I was unaware that I had one, no pain or anything (until i pulled them out- then the crater hurts for a week).

    This one felt like a bull ant bite - sharp burning pain that kept spreading and a bit of stiffness as well.
    If that is a paraylsis tick - then I feel sorry for the pets.

    Do dogs have a higher pain tolerance than humans? I will google that.

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