Amy was spayed yesterday Some say its a shame because this dog came with outstanding credentials that could take her to the top of the show ring. Do I look like I care? Nah......She could be bred to a champion dog, produce puppies galore that I could sell at top dollar. Gee whiz, I screwed myself out of some bucks. So what? Won't be the first time! Does every well bred dog have to be bred and produce? No. It's just a personal decision I made; the right one for Amy and I. Will spaying make Amy any less of a good dog? No. Spaying has no bearing on the outcome of how a puppy learns, behaves, or is trained. Now a days, veterinarians suggest that a female dog be spayed as soon as possible to help avoid the chance of breast cancer, and also because puppies tend to heal faster.
There's one thing about a German Shepherd Dog: They are a people pleaser. No other dog on the face of the earth will bend over backwards, use their remarkable brain, and try to figure out what you want of them like a GSD. Loyal and loving to a fault, the GSD would lay down their life for you, no doubt about it.
Amy is growing like a weed. She has weighed in at all of 50 pounds at 5 months old and she has been quite the challenge! Amy gives new meaning to a bull in a china shop. Amy gallops like a herd of elephants, recklessly full speed through the house, loosing control, missing the turns, and body slamming into the wall or furniture. Her brakes don't work very well and she slides and skids across the floor sideways, crashing and flopping around the floor like a fish out of water. We try to catch her when we see it coming, but sometimes it all just happens so fast!
Amy has been teething. Her ears were UP pretty good until she began to teeth. That caused her ears to flop making her look as goofy as she is. She gets extra doses of calcium now to help them stand back up but I'll probably have to wrap them within the next few days anyhow. Teething is such a fun time ! Although she has an abundance of toys to play with and some special toys for teething, she has eaten the bathroom floor. I heard a commotion one day and she was barking and growling so I went to investigate. There she was, she was fighting with the floor.
: Yes, apparently she began to dig on the edge of the vinyl until she caused a rip, and then proceeded to grab it, pull back, and well, I have duck tape holding it together. .Since that was so much fun, she decided to do the same thing in the mud room and rip that vinyl up too. I have a big hole in the middle of it. Oh well, it's only flooring! Amy just loves to eat and munch on everything she can find, and that includes human flesh. We all have bite marks, scratches and scars from her over exuberance and lust for life. The sign of true love.
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Amy has come a long way in her training. Yes, I am now trained very well to sit, so she can load up on my lap; stay, so she stops running frantically trying to find me, and get down; so she can physically abuse me while I lay on the floor. Playing outside with Amy is just plain scary, and painful!!!!!!. She doesn't allow me to walk. She walks sideways in front of me so my knees knock into her. It's hard for me to arrive at my destination with a dog walking sideways in front of me tripping me. Her favorite game is to fetch anything that I throw. The problem is in the retrieval. Oh, she gets her prey all right. But upon the delivery back to me, she runs as hard and as fast as she can back and tackles me to the ground "I got it, I got it Mommy!" "Yup, you've got it" as I lay flatted out on my back with this giant pup on my body. Yes, she has honestly knocked me to the ground twice. She had to call a crane to get me back up.
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Amy's latest fun thing is to wake me up in the morning by attacking me with her giant paws. She lunges on my side of the bed and digs her huge feet into my hair. When I tell her "No, get off" she then takes both her paws and begins to dig them into my head, left, right, left, right, left, right, as if she is digging for a bone. "OUCH! Are you crazy?" Yes, she is. I hide my head under the covers but that gets her really mad so she launches her body on top of mine chewing me up, till I am laying there kicking my feet and squirming and SCREAMING "Knock it off Amy!" "Jerry can you get her offa me?" "Somebody come get this dog offa me please!" "Anybody home?" That's the problem. Hus left for work so she needs me to get up and keep her company. But I wasn't done sleeping! I am left wounded and have to get up and get a shower because I have dog feet stink in my head and who knows what those feet stepped in? I guess I'm done sleeping.
I was concerned that Amy would have a hard act to follow, and I wouldn't bond with her like I wanted. However, Amy has come through in many important areas. She has actually picked up some of Tracey's exact habits. One is that she sleeps under my desk across my feet when I’m on the computer. I love that. I need that. Another thing is that she follows me from room to room like Tracey did and gets hysterical when I'm out of her site. And yes, I do have company in the bathroom during any and all procedures, need I say more? Amy is starting to listen to me finally and comes, usually by the second "AMY!" The first one gets her attention and she stares at me like "what?". The second one gets her moving towards me. That's a huge plus. She really tries hard to listen. She can also tree a cat in 3 seconds flat and when she does catch them, she doesn't hurt them, but bats them around with her big paws. They are used to that. When the cats have enough, they spit on her and whack her and then they are often found laying together in the yard.
Amy pees for Daniel and all his friends. :new_shocked: She goes insane when Dan comes home. This is really messy and a bit of a problem. I haven't figured this one out yet but every time Dan comes in the door, with or without friends, she squats and pees.
I think it's an act of submission or over excitement. I finally instructed Dan to ignore her when he walks in the door and wait until she settles down to pet her. She adores Dan. She also is in love with Hus really bad. He has her spoiled rotten. He spends a good hour with her at night playing and when he gets tired he says "Amy, I don't want to play anymore" and then spends an additional half hour trying to convince her that he's really tired. :lol:
Yesterday was very quiet and sad for old Devin and I. I dropped skinny Amy off at the vets first thing in the morning and she made friends with every dog in the waiting room. She's Miss Congeniality! But I had to keep explaining to everyone in there that I am not starving her, she's just growing too fast! Pictured is her ride to the vet in the truck, all dressed up pretty as she can be in one of her little pink outfits. Yea, we love to play dress up. I took a close up of her jewelry that she wears on her collar that we found at Petco where the pets go. I returned home to find old Devin very upset because Amy was not with me. I suspect he was scared but very surprising, seeing as how this is the bad doggy that didn't want her in his domain and tried to clean her clock at first. He really was missing her. The old doggy paced and paced all day long, going from door to door and looking for her out every window. Where was that Pup-Zilla?
The spaying was uneventful and we returned home late afternoon and feeling no pain. We were groggy and on pain meds. She woke up when daddy came home and she went right to him for sympathy and he was happy to give her plenty of it. (Pictured). She konked out real good for the night. This morning, true to form, there she was waking me up "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" Paws in my head......oh well, why not? Isn't that what best friends are for?
Thank you for your time.
The bottom pics are of Amy this morning feeling fine. Success!
All dressed up, on our way to the vet. Isn't she looking cute?
She loves the bench seat on this truck because she can lay down and spread out.
Getting sympathy from daddy
This morning playing in the yard. She feels good!
There's one thing about a German Shepherd Dog: They are a people pleaser. No other dog on the face of the earth will bend over backwards, use their remarkable brain, and try to figure out what you want of them like a GSD. Loyal and loving to a fault, the GSD would lay down their life for you, no doubt about it.
Amy is growing like a weed. She has weighed in at all of 50 pounds at 5 months old and she has been quite the challenge! Amy gives new meaning to a bull in a china shop. Amy gallops like a herd of elephants, recklessly full speed through the house, loosing control, missing the turns, and body slamming into the wall or furniture. Her brakes don't work very well and she slides and skids across the floor sideways, crashing and flopping around the floor like a fish out of water. We try to catch her when we see it coming, but sometimes it all just happens so fast!
Amy has been teething. Her ears were UP pretty good until she began to teeth. That caused her ears to flop making her look as goofy as she is. She gets extra doses of calcium now to help them stand back up but I'll probably have to wrap them within the next few days anyhow. Teething is such a fun time ! Although she has an abundance of toys to play with and some special toys for teething, she has eaten the bathroom floor. I heard a commotion one day and she was barking and growling so I went to investigate. There she was, she was fighting with the floor.
Amy has come a long way in her training. Yes, I am now trained very well to sit, so she can load up on my lap; stay, so she stops running frantically trying to find me, and get down; so she can physically abuse me while I lay on the floor. Playing outside with Amy is just plain scary, and painful!!!!!!. She doesn't allow me to walk. She walks sideways in front of me so my knees knock into her. It's hard for me to arrive at my destination with a dog walking sideways in front of me tripping me. Her favorite game is to fetch anything that I throw. The problem is in the retrieval. Oh, she gets her prey all right. But upon the delivery back to me, she runs as hard and as fast as she can back and tackles me to the ground "I got it, I got it Mommy!" "Yup, you've got it" as I lay flatted out on my back with this giant pup on my body. Yes, she has honestly knocked me to the ground twice. She had to call a crane to get me back up.
Amy's latest fun thing is to wake me up in the morning by attacking me with her giant paws. She lunges on my side of the bed and digs her huge feet into my hair. When I tell her "No, get off" she then takes both her paws and begins to dig them into my head, left, right, left, right, left, right, as if she is digging for a bone. "OUCH! Are you crazy?" Yes, she is. I hide my head under the covers but that gets her really mad so she launches her body on top of mine chewing me up, till I am laying there kicking my feet and squirming and SCREAMING "Knock it off Amy!" "Jerry can you get her offa me?" "Somebody come get this dog offa me please!" "Anybody home?" That's the problem. Hus left for work so she needs me to get up and keep her company. But I wasn't done sleeping! I am left wounded and have to get up and get a shower because I have dog feet stink in my head and who knows what those feet stepped in? I guess I'm done sleeping.
I was concerned that Amy would have a hard act to follow, and I wouldn't bond with her like I wanted. However, Amy has come through in many important areas. She has actually picked up some of Tracey's exact habits. One is that she sleeps under my desk across my feet when I’m on the computer. I love that. I need that. Another thing is that she follows me from room to room like Tracey did and gets hysterical when I'm out of her site. And yes, I do have company in the bathroom during any and all procedures, need I say more? Amy is starting to listen to me finally and comes, usually by the second "AMY!" The first one gets her attention and she stares at me like "what?". The second one gets her moving towards me. That's a huge plus. She really tries hard to listen. She can also tree a cat in 3 seconds flat and when she does catch them, she doesn't hurt them, but bats them around with her big paws. They are used to that. When the cats have enough, they spit on her and whack her and then they are often found laying together in the yard.
Amy pees for Daniel and all his friends. :new_shocked: She goes insane when Dan comes home. This is really messy and a bit of a problem. I haven't figured this one out yet but every time Dan comes in the door, with or without friends, she squats and pees.
I think it's an act of submission or over excitement. I finally instructed Dan to ignore her when he walks in the door and wait until she settles down to pet her. She adores Dan. She also is in love with Hus really bad. He has her spoiled rotten. He spends a good hour with her at night playing and when he gets tired he says "Amy, I don't want to play anymore" and then spends an additional half hour trying to convince her that he's really tired. :lol:Yesterday was very quiet and sad for old Devin and I. I dropped skinny Amy off at the vets first thing in the morning and she made friends with every dog in the waiting room. She's Miss Congeniality! But I had to keep explaining to everyone in there that I am not starving her, she's just growing too fast! Pictured is her ride to the vet in the truck, all dressed up pretty as she can be in one of her little pink outfits. Yea, we love to play dress up. I took a close up of her jewelry that she wears on her collar that we found at Petco where the pets go. I returned home to find old Devin very upset because Amy was not with me. I suspect he was scared but very surprising, seeing as how this is the bad doggy that didn't want her in his domain and tried to clean her clock at first. He really was missing her. The old doggy paced and paced all day long, going from door to door and looking for her out every window. Where was that Pup-Zilla?
The spaying was uneventful and we returned home late afternoon and feeling no pain. We were groggy and on pain meds. She woke up when daddy came home and she went right to him for sympathy and he was happy to give her plenty of it. (Pictured). She konked out real good for the night. This morning, true to form, there she was waking me up "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" Paws in my head......oh well, why not? Isn't that what best friends are for?
Thank you for your time.
The bottom pics are of Amy this morning feeling fine. Success!
All dressed up, on our way to the vet. Isn't she looking cute?
She loves the bench seat on this truck because she can lay down and spread out.
Getting sympathy from daddy
This morning playing in the yard. She feels good!
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