It's been months since I have blogged at all, but in that time Socrates has gone about becoming his own special self, even as he approaches his one-year birthday April 27. Since my last blog, Socs has weighed in at a high of 29 lbs plus ( I hope his new diet has stated working, but who knows?), eaten dark chocolate and thus was forced to vomit it all up through the use of Hydorgen Peroxide and lots of belly shaking, learned that he has a heritage of corralling cattle by nipping at their legs, which translates into our human feet from ankle to toes, and he's decided that ringing a bell mreely to get us to open the back door is an extra step he needn't take when all he really has to do is stand there and bark.
Corgi puppy as I still sometimes call him has become Corgi doggy (notice I can't think of him as a full grown anything thus the extra gy in doggy) and is as cute and lovable as ever. His character traits, however, have hardened some , as HE decides if feels like paying attention to our commands!
Dancing is his new fun trick as he jumps up and down on his hind legs. He does of course do all the tricks he used to but sometimes, often times has to be cajoled through the use of a doggy bribe better known as treats. Cajoled every single time, as if he is saying: "I KNOW what you want me to do, but what's in it for me?"
And talk about commands, we dropped out of dog obedience lessons after the third lesson as clearly Socs wasn't happy about waiting around for all the other puny "puppies-- younger than him-- to get whatever the lesson of the moment might be; as a result in between waiting for new commands he'd barge in to any of several other puppies's business and sniff and jump and generally become uninterested in being fed and clicked at constantly... in deference to being social (a chip off the old block, me). In the end, actually well before the end, I just got tired of pulling and tugging at him. The teacher also, it appears, liked to stick with animals and their people were were doing best not worst, which in Soc's case was calamity for poor old me, as Socs got nervous at the same time as he snubbed the "lesson plus clicking the clicker plus feeding" and rarely performed as he would have at home. Besides exhibiting doggy ADHD he also appeared to have an anxiety attack each time, and no matter how much he had pooped before a lesson, Socs managed to poop anew once inside the training facility... it was downright embarrassing and exhausting. Mid-third lesson, I decided I had already done a fine job on my own, and could not deal with Socrates apparent return to confused puppyhood: For during those three plus weeks, even at home, he began peeing and pooping inside at all the wrong times-- obviously regression (and not the mathematical type) from being overstressed.
No surprise, I love the puppy he was and the dog he is becoming. What's more, my husband--who never had taken THAT much of liking to previous pets of ours--absolutely adores the spunkiness that's Socrates, and they've become fast friends, especially since my husband gets home earlier than I do... and they have lots of special man and dog time together. My iPhone is filled with Socs photos sleeping and dancing and cheering on the Patriots in his own number 39 NFL Jersey, looking suave and looking cute and just, well, looking him. His presence in our lives is a blessing in the form of producer of daily smiles and hugs and smiles and hugs again and again and again. One thing he's definitely clung to is his ability as a wonderful kisser and doesn't just kiss on command but greets each us us with kisses whenever he gets a chance. With me that's pretty much any time he wants!