The Oz Project

    Charity

   CHARITY AKA CHERIE-8 MONTHS OLD 

     Charity had arrived. She was all of eight months old, and never before had anyone paid any attention to her. It didn't take long for her to learn that being held, petted and played with was great fun; she loved it. In fact, she loved it so much that when it was crate time she would cry and then bark. She would bark until she was hoarse and couldn't bark anymore. As soon as her voice came back, she would start barking all over again. I truly felt sorry for the little girls that came in with her. Puppies are a lot like babies, if you run to them every time that they bark; they never learn that they will be alright if they are left alone for a short time. So knowing that she had been fed, had a drink, pottied and played with, I would tell her "I'll be back" and leave her. It was so hard not to run back to her, but she needed to learn that she would be alright and that even though I had left her I would be back.

          CHARITY PLAYING OUTSIDE  

   She loved being held and petted for short times, but only for short times. She was so full of energy, she could hardly settle onto my lap before she was bounding off to explore. She found tiny stones in the grass, tiny bits of chewed toys; she was just like a baby. I had to follow her around saying "Drop it" and then take things out of her mouth to keep her from eating them.   

    She came into Oz at that terrible   puppy time. She was teething, and her adult teeth were beginning to come through. I made her a teething toy by taking an old sock, tying a knot in it, wetting it and freezing it until it was soft froze. That worked fine while she was crated or playing in the indoor kennel,   but outside it would get dirty and covered with gravel so she couldn't have it. Soon she found the  outdoor kennel platform.    It was a wooden pallet sitting on four cement blocks used for legs. The top was a piece of plywood that was falling apart from the weather, and  it didn't take long for her to sink her little teeth into it and start pulling it to pieces. I told her time  and time again "No Bite."  You're probably wondering why I would say no bite when she wasn't biting she was chewing. I know it's an uncommon command but whether   a dog is chewing on the leg of a chair, your favorite pair of shoes, or your hand, they are using their teeth, and biting something. I would say  "No Puppy! No Bite!" and she would stop chewing on it and then run to me waiting to be petted and praised for stopping.The minute I turned and  walked away, she would start chewing on it again. She ran me ragged running back to stop her from chewing on that platform. I said  "No  Puppy" so many times that I was sure that she would think it was her name. I finally had to take the platform out of the kennel.  I hated doing this because one of the little girls that had  come in with her loved lying under it. It was time to build      a new safer kennel platform.

      CHARITY TEETHING ON THE NEW                    KENNEL PLATFORM

  

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