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Fourteen Weeks Old | Cheese Is The Word

Melisss Knows How To Make A Dog Happy

Melisss Knows How To Make A Dog Happy


Teaching a puppy where to pee and poo is like training chimpanzees for the circus. It’s all about the food treats. In the case of puppies Cheddar is the substance to abuse.

So the pee mat is by the garden door which is shut because it is early March and this is England and outside is as cold as @ w*tch’s t*t. So puppy, who pees right after every meal – this is when Robocop Mum begins to makes sense of the behavioural data, some times gets it right, because he happens to sniff around the pee mat and smells his previous pee of the day and so relieves himself on the same spot. At that precise moment, the Cheese Fest begins.

One has to drop anything that one was doing and one has to start repeating over and over what a “Goood Puppy” one’s puppy is, like only a cheerleading Mummy would, as one proceeds to go towards the fridge and get the cheese box out and choose a nice chunck of cheese, put it on a board, and chop tiny bits of cheese that your puppy, by now glued to your leg, will wallop, and wallop, one after the other. This is what behavioural psychologists call “Reward”. Puppy starts to associate that peeing on the mat gets him cheese, and so he kind of remembers to look for the mat as much as he can.

Still, nature is more powerful than cheese, and we already know that there are a couple of spots that, having peed there before, puppy goes back and does his thing thinking all is dandy. When puppies wee on the wrong spot, you just pick it up and make no fuss of it. This is done so that when the pee is on the mat, and you throw that 14th Julliet racket, the puppy kind of gets that something awesome must be going on with you.

Either that, or he probably thinks that cheese makes you as nuts as it does to him and a cheese party is a Mad Hatter Non-Birthday celebration to keep in the eccentric non-British family that we are.

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Raw vs. Pellets

The vet stuffed me with a bag full of pet food. The people at the pet shop made me buy a spray can that dispenses some cookie-dough stuff you are meant to put on the hinges of a chewing toy and apparently dogs love this gunk. Dashwood only likes mince, chicken, and goes nuts for cheese. All artificial stuff he just sniffs and leaves behind. Good doggie.

At the next Vet visit he is growing like a piggy for the Christmas market. In the first week he put on 9% of his body weight and continues to go up on the scale. I have a mixture of relief and proudness. I cook for this puppy on a daily basis. I buy raw mince, and divide it into tiny individually wrapped packets, which I freeze, and de-freeze, and the rice steamer, and the goat milk, and…. let’s remember one thing: this is a woman that has survived on Covent Garden soups for a lifetime. And now I am the Martha Stewart of West London puppydom.