Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

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

Daisy’s Weekend Injury

It scared me nearly out of my skin. Daisy’s first injury.

Well that certainly didn't feel too good....

I know, I know, I sound like a new mom who freaks out over every little boo-boo her baby gets. Well, maybe I am. But this was scary.

Daisy is a very happy, exuberant puppy. And she likes to release all that exuberance by jumping up in the air, with all four paws off the ground, sometimes spinning in mid-air. We’re trying to break her of that; no one likes to visit a house where a dog is jumping all over you. Especially if you’re wearing a skirt and stockings.

Even worse, we could see the physical risk her jump-and-spin routine poses to her body. She could break bones, dislocate something, or pull or tear tendons or muscles if she landed wrong.

Up in the air she jumps, all four paws far off the floor and then a quick spin in midair, landing (mostly) on her paws again.

But not this time.

....but I'll probably be silly enough to do it again....

Something happened when our backs were turned. She was all excited when DH came home, jumping all over the place like a silly little lunatic. DH isn’t the best with discipline, he tends to be slipshod at best and even when he does give a command, many times it’s the wrong word or phrase. Not a big help in that department.

Anyway, up she jumped as if her legs were made of springs, around she flipped —– and down she came at an angle, with her back legs buckled under in some weird, twisted way.

I only saw this from the corner of my eye, but when I turned to her, I saw that she had gotten up feebly and was hopping pathetically on three legs. She had her back left leg pulled up off the ground, her ears were down just like when she was in pain after she was spayed, and she was trying to hobble closer to DH for comfort.

....because learning from my mistakes is just no fun!

I freaked. Big time.

I thought she’d broken her leg. On a Sunday. No vet. We’d have to take our chances with an unknown animal hospital.

In the two seconds it took me to scream (and I mean scream) “Daisy’s hurt!“, my mind had already realigned our day, processed who we had to call to cancel our planned activities, and imagined which veterinary hospital we’d be sent to and how long it could take us to get there. No place seems close in a crisis.

DD came flying in from the next room and raced to her puppy’s side, embracing her and giving her the comfort she sought. DH just stood there and said, “What?” (typical guy).

The weird thing that struck me was that Daisy didn’t cry out at all. No whimper, no yipe. That gave me hope. But that pitiful look on her face, those drooping ears, that little body trying to move on three legs absolutely crushed my heart.

Over the next few minutes – which felt like hours – Daisy slowly lowered her leg to the ground and put some weight on it. DD and DH both touched it gently in different areas, making sure nothing was broken or pulled.

Thankfully, she was fine after a short while. But it put a good scare into us all. Now we’re adamant about issuing the “no jump” command, and when DH forgets, we say it for him.

Daisy, on the other hand, clearly has no intention of learning from her mistakes.

::sigh:: I think I’ll need some Miss Clairol much sooner than expected…..


The Sofa Wars Continue – Fighting An Uphill Havachon Battle!

We’ve been trying AND trying to train Daisy not to jump up on the sofa on her own – it’s NOT her domain. We’ve been following all the top trainers’ techniques to get her to understand that she can only come up on the sofa with us when we invite her. This, they say, is what well-trained dogs should do.

We’re definitely fighting an uphill battle.

She gets it – oh, she does understand what she’s supposed to do and not do – and she does obey the rules for the most part. But then she gets those particularly stubborn times when I come into the family room and there she is, proud as you please, all nestled in on the love seat.

I have to admit that I almost hate to make her get down from such a comfy spot, but we really don’t want her jumping up there at will or claiming a spot for her own or imposing herself on guests who may not be overly fond of having a dog plop itself in their laps.

And so the battle rages on.

Daisy seems to take more liberties with DD than she does with DH or me, but then again, DD is more of a softie, and Daisy sure does know it! But yesterday, with no one else in the house, I walked into the family room and found what you see in the picture, which broke me into laughter that probably sent the absolute wrong message to our dear little Daisy!

She had nestled herself into a spot next to the laundry basket so that only half her face showed – that eye was watching the doorway like a bank-robber’s lookout – and when she saw me come in, she v-e-r-y slowly pulled her head back as if she could evade my notice. I just couldn’t stop laughing!

So it’s clear that she knows she’s doing the wrong thing, but like any child, she’ll try to get away with it when no one’s looking. As I moved further into the room so she couldn’t hide from me, I quietly said “Down”, and down she went. She knew it was coming, but she just wanted to wait for the absolute command.

Ya gotta love these doggie personalities! Even when they’re naughty they can make us laugh! 🙂


Respecting the Dreaded Pot Lid – A Havachon Tale of Obedience

I had mentioned a while back that our vet suggested we use a whistle to help train Daisy through her more stubborn areas of obedience training. We kept forgetting to buy one, so we started using a pot lid and spoon instead. The idea was to make a sudden, sharp noise that would get her attention and stop her from doing whatever naughty behavior she was doing; then, once we had her attention, we could give her the command and praise her for obeying.

The pot lid and spoon worked like a charm, and we haven’t had to use it for quite a while. Until now.

Daisy’s going through a jumping phase, which I know will become a permanent part of her behavior if we don’t stop it now. Could be puppyish enthusiasm, but it’s probably just part of her exuberant nature;

See? I DO know how to behave when I want to! 🙂

either way, it has to stop. I can’t even count how many homes I’ve gone into where the family dog jumps all over everyone – and this is kind of scary when the dogs are BIG. Then you sit down and they continue to jump, either onto your lap or just in an annoying way where they claw at your arm and side.

Like the Dog Whisperers and Dog Listeners and all the other dog experts say, this can be a sign of dominance and/or anxiety (neither of which is good for the dog), but for humans, it can be just plain annoying when it’s not encouraged by the recipient of all that attention. It can also be damaging to clothing and, if the dog’s nails aren’t clipped, it can leave you with some pretty nasty welts and/or scrapes. Not to mention shedding dog hair!

Daisy jumps on us repeatedly like a bouncing super-ball when we walk into the room; she jumps a foot into the air and against the glass doors when she sees a squirrel or chipmunk outside. And she jumps against the baby gate when someone’s on the other side who she wants to greet, eventually causing the gate to fall with the potential to hurt herself. Her jumping is out of control, and her frenzied state makes her incapable of caring about our commands to stop, let alone even hearing us!

So out came the pot lid again. And once again, it’s working like a charm.

She HATES this thing.

I don’t even have to clang it with the spoon anymore – all I do is take it out – she immediately hears that tiny little metallic sound when I pick it up. She jolts to attention, freezes in place, eyes wide, and then backs off with her eyes fastened on the lid. Since I have her full attention, I give her the NO JUMP command over and over, and then praise her for listening.

It works so fast that after using it a few times in one day, I only had to walk toward it, put my hand on it, and she snaps to attention. Yesterday morning she started her usual jumping and shrieking routine as DD prepared to leave for work, and the minute she saw me pick up the lid, she backed right off and calmed down. I put the lid down and continued to give her the “No jump” and “Quiet” commands, and she stayed quiet and calm. DD took a couple more minutes to leave, which should have thrown Daisy into a frenzy, but it didn’t. She stayed. After DD left, I gave her a treat and praised her more.

Half an hour later, her squirrel buddy started teasing her again. She started her maniac jumping at the glass door, but this time she listened to my “No jump” command without my even having to go near the pot lid.

Today was even better. When DD was getting ready to leave, Daisy started her frantic jumping. I looked at her warningly and just happened to catch her eye – she looked at me, stopped mid-jump, and backed off, quieting down immediately. She stood still and just wagged her tail at DD. After DD left and I praised her, she proudly trotted toward her biscuits and received her prize.

You gotta love good home remedies! 🙂

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Popping Puppy

Sometimes this little puppy is like popcorn – if you’re lying on the sofa, all of a sudden this head pop-pop-pops up and down next to yours over and over again. It’s like she’s being launched from a hot air popcorn popper. We can’t even get a picture of it, they all just come out like furry blurs.

Her legs must be made of springs – BOING BOING BOING!


Uh ohhh...am I in trouble?


She’ll jump completely off the ground, all fours in the air, a good foot or so high. Sometimes she races across the room and makes that springy jump with all that running momentum behind her, thrusting her head out in an attempt to land on the sofa seat….and she gets really close!

We tried to dissuade her from doing this, because not everyone finds it amusing to have a dog catapult itself onto their laps. No matter how cute or little the dog may be, thrusting themselves full force onto the laps of guests who may be dressed up or wearing stockings or fine materials isn’t exactly a welcome visit!

We failed in this attempt, however. Fortunately we’ve covered the sofa seats with old sheets, just in case. Thank goodness we did!

Last week I came into the family room and found Daisy sitting on the love seat, frozen in place, just staring at me, not moving a muscle. This is what she does when she knows she’s done wrong.

I reprimanded her and put her back down on the floor. She did it 2 more times that day! She does have a stubborn streak….

The third time I found her on the loveseat, I told her to get down rather than putting her down on the floor. She’d never jumped from that height before, which I hadn’t thought about until she landed with a THUD and stood there, clearly shaken. She didn’t like that feeling at all.

Guess what? She hasn’t even tried to jump back up on the sofa since then. I guess that landing taught her a lesson…for now, anyway!

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