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

Monday Mischief: The Opportunist Havachon

The hurricane may have unnerved Daisy while it was here, but she certainly made up for lost time during the five-day blackout afterwards.

We had set up a bridge table with a 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle in front of the fireplace during the blackout. To us it was a fun pastime; to a sneaky Havachon, it was 1,000 opportunities for mischief.

Who, me? Can’t you see how innocent I look?

During the light of day, we heard that unmistakable chewing sound coming from the area of the puzzle, which is nowhere near Daisy’s food bowl. DD called her over. Out from between the chairs and sofa came a head-down, slow-slinking pup – we knew that our dear marvelous, mischievous Daisy was back in action again.

As soon as DD approached her, she dropped what used to be a puzzle piece from her mouth. Now it’s garbage:

Destructo Pup turns her wrath on OUR toys!

I didn’t do it….it was dark…..it could have been anyone…….maybe they’re Daddy’s teeth marks….?

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Monday NAUGHTY Mischief: Daisy’s Overmarking Her Turf!

Mischief is one thing – we laugh at it, take pictures of it, and marvel over how smart and funny our sweet puppy is. BUT – this isn’t funny mischief, it’s downright naughty mischief.

Daisy’s new breed of mischief is – she piddles when we first greet her, both in the morning and when we come home after being out. And it’s not one single “hey-you’re-home group piddle” either – she’s got a piddle saved for each of us.

I’ll save you any unnecessary photos of the piddle puddles she’s gifting us and just share this photo of a semi-remorseful Daisy (but not remorseful enough to stop!).

Don’t see a lot of remorse here? Neither do we – just a touch to get the sympathy vote.

It’s like she’s marking the spot where we say hello, wherever it may be. Of course, with this new behavior, we only say hello on tile floors now.

I can’t figure out why it started, and the only thing that it coincides with is the work being done in our kitchen. Can that figure into it?

Or could it be that the installation wasn’t going smoothly and we’ve been living in chaos for the past month? It’s a long story, but to cut to the chase, the wrong size cabinets were delivered for half of the kitchen, so we were on hold for 10-14 days until the new cabinets were made and shipped up from Virginia. So we had no stove, oven, or sink. And everything is still in chaos because I have the flu (a super early flu!) and can’t manage all that backbreaking work. All the stuff from the cabinets are in boxes all over the living room and the dining room table is loaded with things we need to use. Up until last week, the dining half of the kitchen had the disconnected stove and dishwasher against a wall, blocking traffic flow.

When I say things are in chaos, I’m not exaggerating. It’s miserable living like this. I’m wondering if it’s affecting Daisy, but why would she show it this way? She seems perfectly calm the rest of the time.

So we’re going back to basics using Jan Fennell‘s Amichien Bonding techniques. Her training techniques worked like a charm with Daisy when she was a stubborn puppy, so we have faith they’ll work again.

If anyone has any ideas as to why this naughty mischief is happening, we’d love to get some fresh perspectives!

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Naughty Mommy!

I can’t believe I did it.
I lost Daisy.
We all know this happened before, but that time it was because she was somewhere she shouldn’t have been.
This time it was my fault.

I need some comforting after my harrowing experience!

I had gone into the laundry room and closed the door behind me when I left, like usual. It’s not a large room, yet I never noticed that Daisy had quietly followed me in there.

I closed her in the laundry room for what must have been 15 minutes.
Yes I did.

Naughty, naughty mommy.

On my behalf (if there is one), she’s mostly white and the laundry room is all white too. And she can tiptoe around like a phantom when she wants to.

I know, I know, that’s a ridiculous excuse. It didn’t fool my conscience either.

I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen her for a while, so I searched high and low – literally. High being up on the bed and couches, low being underneath the bed and tables.

I searched the whole house twice, calling her name, with no response. In true “mommy” form, I started picturing all kinds of scary scenarios – Daisy lying unconscious, Daisy having choked on something, Daisy with a broken leg after jumping off the couch wrong….you know the drill.

Then it struck me – I’d been in the laundry room. But it didn’t make sense – she didn’t respond when I called to her – no whining, no barking, no scratching at the door – and I didn’t see her in there.

How could you?!

So I opened the door and – POP! – out flew little Daisy, who then turned around and gave me the biggest look of reproval I’ve ever seen from a dog.

I don’t blame her a bit. The laundry room doubles as the “naughty room” when she does something naughty.

Bad mommy. I think I’ll give myself a 30 minute time out….


Evil Puppy

Ohhhhhh yes, behind that sweet little face….

….lies an evil alter-ego….

Evil Puppy

Evil Puppy has suddenly decided to start whining in the middle of the night. For no reason. None whatsoever.

Daisy has always slept in a crate at night, partly because we can’t trust that she won’t go into Destructo-Pup mode while we’re asleep, and partly because it’s what she’s always known and has always liked.

Suddenly last week, she started whining insistently. Naturally, we thought something was wrong, so we checked on her and took her out to see if she had to wee. That was around 2:20 AM.

Little did we know that Evil Puppy had taken over. No doubt, she was rubbing her villainous little paws together, knowing that her little trick had worked.

No wee. Just a couple sips of water, but not enough to make it the cause of her whining.

Back into the crate she went. As soon as we got back into bed and the lights were out, she started whining again.

2:25 AM: we take her back out of her crate and check her entire body over for signs of something being wrong. Evil Puppy laughed and wagged her tail happily, trying to play.

Maybe she feels confined in the crate suddenly? Okay, since we can’t trust her not to destroy things, we put gates up on either end of the hallway so she can have the whole area to herself. Plenty of room to spread out. Our bedrooms are right off the hallway, so she can see us and is near us, as always.

Back to bed. Lights out. Pitter-patter pitter-patter. Then quiet.

And then it started all over again, louder, along with scratching at the gates.

2:30 AM. We realize we’re not dealing with our sweet little Daisy anymore, but a doppleganger. It must be. Our Daisy wouldn’t do this. I half expected to see her head spinning around on her shoulders and green bile spewing from her mouth.

Back into the crate with a lecture. “Quiet! Naughty! No more! Go to sleep!”

No good. Whine, whine whine. Now Evil Puppy had a good thing going. Her whining got our attention and she was calling the shots. That had to stop.

So we let her whine. Which went on until 3:35 AM, when she finally gave up. Exhausted as I was, I was far too annoyed and awake to fall asleep right away. The last time I saw on the clock was 4:45, so when the alarm went off a couple hours later, I was one unhappy doggy-mama.

The same thing happened the next night, so we shut the bedroom doors. She.Carried.On.ALL.Night. No breaks. No sleep.

The following night, when it started again, we put the whole crate with Evil Puppy in it into the Naughty Room (the laundry room – it’s her time-out place) for 15 minutes. We prayed for a Naughty Room Exorcism, please take this evil beast from our sweet puppy and give us back our Daisy. 

We put the crate into the master bedroom in case it would help. Well, either that worked or Evil Puppy fled her body, because it’s been good since then.

Until last night. The whining was light and stopped after a few minutes, but it was enough to alarm us. We suspect her goal is to be let out of the crate so she can make her way onto the bed during the night. Allowing her to sleep on the bed with us is out of the question, so we could be in for a serious War of Wills.

That’s my least favorite war to fight, especially with the Willful Miss Daisy. ::sigh:: We’ll keep you updated. ~~yawn~~


Destructo-Pup Meets The Computer Wire

Thank goodness it wasn’t plugged in!

Destructo-Pup strikes again

We should have known that something was wrong. We were at one end of the house, and Daisy was nowhere to be seen. We were so wrapped up in what we were doing that no one noticed the glaring absence of…..Destructo-Pup. [Insert dark musical strains of foreboding here. ;)]

As I came down the hallway and went around the corner, I saw Daisy standing in the middle of the kitchen, somewhat oddly. Normally she would be following me around, lying on the sofa (taking full advantage of her newly-acquired sofa rights!) or watching out the back window, but for her to be just standing there like a statue in the middle of the kitchen alerted me immediately that something was amiss.

And then there was that guilty look on her face…..

I said, “Oh no, what did you do!” She just stood there, frozen. The final and most telling sign that she’d done something BAD. Frozen Pup.

Under all that cuteness lies her evil twin personality, Destructo-Pup.

I looked around the family room and there it was – the computer wire was on the floor and had been chewed to within an inch of its life. Dennis The Menace – meet your canine counterpart!

And what makes it even worse – my computer battery is dead. I mean dead, as in it has no power and can’t be charged. I need a new one, and they have to be ordered through the mail. Do I really want to spend the extra $$ on a battery for a 4 year old computer?

Fortunately DD still has her old laptop and its cord miraculously fit into mine, so I’ve been using that instead. But we now keep all wires out of Destructo-Pup’s reach, except for those attached to table lamps, which are of constant concern to me. Ugh.

Pretty soon we’re going to have everything piled on top of tables, and the tables will all be made of titanium!


Daisy’s “Tell”

Poker players have it. Dogs have it as well – the “tell”. Those little signs that betray their…sneakier…intentions. With poker players, it’s the little twitch, movement, or slight gesture  that informs their observant opponents that either they’re bluffing or have a great hand. With dogs, it’s those out-of-the-norm little behaviors that scream “TROUBLE” to observant owners.

Rats! Foiled again!

They may be chewing on something forbidden – like the furniture or your best shoes – or they may be sneaking off as quietly as possible into an obscure corner of the room with a forbidden object. Of course, “forbidden” translates into “irresistible” in doggy psychology!

Daisy’s tell is that she can’t  help chewing on a forbidden item she’s snatched while she quietly slinks off to an occupied corner. Actually, that’s three tells – she’s TOO quiet (not normal!), she tries not to attract any attention (definitely not normal!), and she goes where no one else is (freakishly not normal!).

A couple of weeks ago, I was clearing out my purse when a cellophane mint wrapper must have fallen out and slipped to the floor without my noticing it. Out of nowhere, I suddenly heard a crackling sound moving away from me and ultimately stopping in a remote area of the family room. I went into the room and turned on the light and there it was –  little Daisy sitting hunched in a corner with her back to the room and the guiltiest look I’ve ever seen. The crackling sound stopped as soon as the light went on; she’d been chewing on the mint wrapper. As I raced over to get it away from her, she took her last best shot at achieving her goal – her chewing went into double-time speed, but fortunately I was able to get the wrapper out of her mouth before she swallowed it. Whew! That was a close call!


And when she was bad….

Longfellow said it best:

There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good
She was very, very good
But when she was bad
She was horrid.

Our Daisy might not have a curl in the middle of her forehead, but she’s got curls all over and believe me, all this cuteness can be very, very naughty sometimes! Take a look at that expression in the picture – that’s Daisy at her rebellious best. This expression is usually accompanied by some very demanding barking, and when we tell her NO, she gives a couple of shrill, tantrumy yaps and then races around and around the family room at top speed, growling in short bursts (which is pretty funny coming from a high-pitched, tiny puppy!) with her ears flying straight out behind her. Somehow, for some reason, she insists on cramming herself through narrow little spaces (like between the end table and the sofa), and one of these days, she’s going to get too big for that and knock herself silly! She eventually stops short in a lying down position – we still don’t know how she does this without the momentum toppling her over – and forgets the whole rebellion.

She may be angry because she’s not getting her way, but her rebellious antics are oh so funny to us!!

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