Since there’s little world news worth discussing, I’ll do a six month update.
My baby is a baby no more. He looks a lot like Morgan in this first photo, and he’s almost as big as Morgan was as an adult and he’s only 27 weeks. Everyone we meet says the same thing: “He’s gonna be big.”
We found four of those little needle-teeth lying around and Mica now has a mouth full of beautiful big-boy choppers that aren’t nearly so deadly. I still have scars on my legs from his mouthing of toys as he pushes them up against me while I’m walking. We’re trying hard to break that habit now. Well, at least I am.
Below he poses with the puppy crate I brought him home in; from 12 to 62 pounds in 4 months—and still growing. I don’t know when he’s going to grow into those enormous feet.
Today he went to the vet a male, and shall return a eunuch. Bye, bye boys!
Hopefully that will calm him down a little, but mostly, I hope he stops humping. I must say, though, that when we hit that six month mark, he seemed to get a little more obedient and better behaved suddenly.
Prior to that he was spending a lot of time in the penalty box and was so stubborn I was beginning to wonder if he would ever submit.
Exercize is so important. And he still brings in the newspapers to earn his keep.
Now that the monsoons are here it’s been very cloudy and cooler so we’ve been going for long walks in the washes at 6:00 am and to my astonishment and joy, Mica is really good off-leash.
We take along training treats and he doesn’t wander off and comes when called, refrains from munching on road apples and trots around at his chosen speed while I have a leisurely stroll in the sand.
This morning a coyote crossed our path in the wash and for a moment Mica looked as though he was considering running after him, but I told him No, Sit, and he did.
We’ve also been going to the nearest dog park—almost 25 minutes away—for the past two months and he’s learning to play and socialize. There have been a few unpleasant encounters, however.
A few weeks ago a pony resembling an Irish wolf hound went after Mica’s neck and was biting his ear and wouldn’t let him up. Mica is very submissive and if another dog intimidates him he lies down or even rolls over, belly to the breeze. Uncle!
I finally had to grab that monster’s collar to pull him off and he growled at me. Wished I’d had a saddle.
Another day a small, senior mutt was short on patience and when Mica went to say hello they gave a warning growl. When Mica didn’t get the message and went back, they bit him on the nose and he ran away yelping in fear. I don’t think it hurt very much, just scared him, or maybe his nose was still sensitive from the snake bite, I don’t know.
The first visit to the park was the best. Mica was running in a friendly pack across the field and one of them gave him an unintentional hip check and down he went. He was so shocked he just laid there, playing dead, while all the other dogs had continued on. Wished I’d had a camera.
Mica is a real water baby now, as you can imagine, having such an early start. He’s a super-fast swimmer and tries hard to catch Dad. His best performance is while chasing the skimmer net across the pool. Everything is a toy or a game when you’re a puppy.
He’s really smart and stands on his hind legs to get his pool toys out of the skimmer, and Dad is teaching him to fetch toys under water.
Will Mica be a deep-water diver like Morgan? We’ll see. He certainly loves towel time as much as Morgan did.
Mica has um…’interesting’ ways of communicating. For instance, when swimming and fetching toys in the evening, he often starts biting me and growling. That usually means he is tired and wants to go to his room for awhile and chill.
We had to get out the wire crate for him this week as the plastic airline crate was too hot and too short so now he has a big-boy room to go to with a comfy mattress in it.
The other morning we took Mica kayaking for the first time. While he’s an angel driving in the truck, he was really antsy and couldn’t sit still, even though I’d taken him for a walk very early. I have to keep reminding myself that although he’s a BIG dog, he is only a young pup and always learning.
The sun was climbing and lighting the cliffs and after a brief paddle we went back to the beach, not wanting to push it the first time. Mica enjoyed a swim with Dad and then hopped along the shore in the shallow water for the sheer fun of it.
We had our introductory storm of the season a week or so ago and Mica responded to the high wind and sighing trees—and when the skies opened—the sight, sound and smell of rain. It was his first ever and he went outside for the full experience. Next day he encountered his first puddles.
We’re getting to be smarter dog owners and since this puppy’s favourite treat is a bully ring and they’re expensive at the feed store, we ordered a box on the Internet wholesale. Grass-fed and all natural. I also found what I believe to be some decent quality dog food I can buy in larger bags than I can at the chains for a MUCH better price AND have it delivered free from Goober Pet Direct, so Mica is set for awhile.
We’ve had no more rattlesnakes but we have a beautiful green, red-headed lizard we see on the patio a lot who is becoming quite tame.
Now you’re up to date, and I’m looking forward to camping in the fall, but ready to enjoy summer and the glorious monsoons, first. Can you see the double rainbow?
Life is definitely more interesting when you have a little soul to coach and coddle. As a neighbour pointed out last week, the only problem with dogs is that they don’t live to be thirty. But that is about to change. ~ BP