Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

The Good, Crazy, & Adorable Life of One Havachon Puppy

Monday Mischief – Taking Liberties

Apparently there’s a page in every pup’s built-in Doggy Handbook that states: “Whenever your human allows you to go somewhere you’re normally not allowed, you forever and always have the right to access that place at will. Once humans give you an inch, they have forfeited all rights to refusal.”

I’m sure it says that because Daisy has taken that page to heart; she lives her life by it. It has become part of The Gospel According to Daisy.

Here’s one example.

We don’t spend much time in our living room; the family room is where we usually go to read, watch TV, etc. The living room has become more of a space used for larger party overflow. Consequently, Daisy has never had any interest in the chairs or sofa in there.

Until DH, for some reason, decided to read a book in there and he invited Daisy up on the couch to sit with him. After that, the couch became Daisy’s territory, presumably when she wants a change of scenery or when we’re all at different ends of the house and she wants to plant herself centrally to watch the comings and goings.

Why do you look so surprised? You're the one who invited me up here in the first place!

A couple of weeks later, DH was waiting for DD and me to get ready so we could all go out together. He sat in the white wing-back chair and put Daisy on his lap. A few days later, I lost Daisy in the house again. Turns out she was sitting in that chair – watching me run around the house like a nut, calling her name and looking for her – with an expression of total amusement on her face.

That chair has now been added to Daisy’s ever-growing list of home hangouts.

Caught! I'll just freeze here - maybe she'll think I'm a toy....

I'll just sit down slowly and overpower her with my hypnotic stare....

Ah ha ha! I win!

Moral of the story: Give a Havachon one little liberty, and she’ll assume control of the entire house!

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Destructo-Pup Strikes Again – This Time, It’s The Furniture….

Take a look at this:

I gasped so hard when I saw Daisy chewing the stretcher bar on the coffee table that I almost swallowed my tongue.

Why oh why, with all her toys, blankets, and bones, did she choose to go after wood furniture? She’s certainly not teething anymore!

And it’s not just once – this pup seemed to be turning into a wood addict! We’ve stopped her several more times since she committed this crime, going after the same spot on the same piece. And it’s not soft wood – it’s good oak. Older oak, not contemporary veneer. She’s got good taste….unfortunately….

Now we think we may have solved this mystery – a pattern developed. Whenever we sat on the sofa and didn’t allow Daisy to come up, she rebelled by chewing on the coffee table! Clearly she wanted us to notice because the spot is right in front of us. She was sending a powerful message and trying to gain control.

I may look cute, but I can be a real mischievous wise guy...

We hadn’t realized what she was doing because she likes to lean her Nylabone against the stretchers of the coffee table when she chews it sometimes, and it makes the same loud scraping sound as she does when she’s chewing directly on the stretcher.

Now we’re very alert to it and have stopped her a few more times, putting her in the Naughty Room for 5 minutes each time. I’m happy to say that she’s learned her lesson and isn’t doing it anymore….so far…. But what’s next?

I don’t really want to replace this piece if I don’t have to, so I looked for ways to patch this huge missing chunk (it’s a good 4+ inches wide!). I found these sites explaining how to fix chewed wood furniture, and I’m passing them along in case you’re a fellow Destructo-Pup sufferer:

How to Repair Furniture That Has Been Chewed on by a Dog gives detailed step-by-step instructions on how to mend that gnawed wood.

And Creative Homeowner has step-by-step instructions along with pictures that actually show the process.

We’ll let you know how the repairs go this spring when we try our hand at it!


The Lure of the Forbidden Zone….

Stuck in the Forbidden Zone

Daisy has always loved being in small, confined places, so she found the small gap between the sofa and love seat in our family room very tempting. I wouldn’t have minded her squeezing in there and staking a claim to the area under the end table, except for the fact that the lamp wire is back there, and I knew she’d go for it.

I put a footstool in that corner with one of legs blocking the gap and a tall pillow on top of that to keep her from climbing over the footstool. That worked for 2 months, but one day at 4 months old, her engineering skills kicked in and unbeknownst to us, she figured out that she can push the offending leg out of the way and squeeze back there.

We keep her limited to the kitchen and family room so I was completely befuddled one morning when I suddenly couldn’t find her. I called her and called her and finally I heard this tiny little whimper – she had moved the footstool leg and squeezed herself through that little gap, but couldn’t manage to squeeze back out! She looked so pathetic that I had to take a picture of her. It’s a little blurry because I was laughing so hard!

To stop her from doing this again, I jammed a large old sheet underneath the footstool, but she then discovered that she could climb up onto the footstool and use the pillow as a ramp onto the sofa, where she’s not allowed even though we’ve covered the seats with sheets so she doesn’t claw them to pieces. One morning we found her sitting proudly on the sofa with a combined look of “I made it into the forbidden zone!” along with “I know I’m in trouble now”. It’s really hard to discipline puppies when they keep making us laugh! She stayed there just long enough to show us she could do it, then walked back down the pillow-ramp. This weekend we built an immovable wedge to fill the gap, which is frustrating her to no end. She keeps walking up to it and yapping at it, then grumbles as she walks away. Gotta love those puppy antics!

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