Likes: So far, treats. Lots and lots of treats ;-). Then going outside for a walk and piddle. Then playing tag with Archie, the conure.
Pet-Peeves: She HATES the Bird Room crate. Grrr..... Crates R Ebil! Mom always locks me up in it when I chase the birds.
Favorite Toy: Anything that can be eaten or squeaked, especially if they sound like Guinea Pigs!
Favorite Food: I use Iams Mini Breed Kibble or Ceaser Small Dog kibble as treats. Then stuff like pigs ears and Pizza and Chinese food XD!
Favorite Walk: The back grassy area by the railroad tracks. Lots to sniff and pee on :-D . And lots of kids to meet! The skating rink is big and I get to run there, too
Best Tricks: Teaching Archie, the Green Cheek Conure (parrot), to sound like a squeaky toy :-|
Arrival Story: Rocket/Aaerro's appearance has been nothing but creepy...in a good way! Her birth day is the day before mine, she's a mix I've been wanting for a very very long time, she's female, she's BLUE (Such a gorgeous BLUE!) and she was affordable. It's almost as if fate pushed her in my direction!
Aaerro's slave got a reallllly bad sunburn looking for the cargo office the day the pup arrived In Winnipeg. Her slave says 'I hope she appreciates all those new freckles!' Heeheee!
Aaerro was bred in Kansas City, Missouri by Pat H. She's going to be a multi task medical alert dog (Ie: Diabetic alerting, psychiatric alerting and possibly other work as well). I've been waiting 10 looong years for this girl!
Aaerro loves to run and chew and chase. She doesn't like the cats much - Countess, the fat 4 year old, has shown she's top kitty of the pack. Gerta, the 7 year old Siamese cross, isn't sure what to do with Aaerro but they're slowly starting to get used to each other. Aaerro wants to be friends with both kitties but she doesn't like being chased all the time!
Bio: Puppy pix were taken By Pat H. of Kansas City, Mo. Thanks for the pix,Pat!
Worst Trix: Chewing up a roll of Toilet paper while mom was sleeping. She uses it for her runny nose and I needed to play wiff SOMETHING while I was bored! Then I killed the Guinea Pigs. Mom was MAD. But mom says I'm getting better at the pets thing. I don't bug the rats and if mom says to leave the birds alone I do. Mom says I iz growing into my adult brains now! Yaaaaay! I is really really good at sitting on the bus and mom says I am better when we go into walmart. I LOVE visiting pet stores cuz they're warm in winter and I get to sniff all the weird animals they have there!
Took Aaerro out for a piddle…or tried. It snowed a LOT outside and Aaerro hopped down the stairs, into the snow and right up the stairs again and REFUSED to potty in what essentially turned into a snowbank overnight. She was even holding her little feeties up when she came inside. LOL. Sigh. Until the stairs get shoveled (even if I have to do it myself), it’s gonna be puppy piddle bingo inside…..
I still have lingering anxiety about walking Aaerro. We only do a five minute walk several times a day because of the number of questionable dogs in the neighborhood. The guy who I caught teaching his dog to jump the fence doesn't help my nerves, either. I'm trying to teach Aaerro 'Wanna go for a walk?'....she doesn't react to it. Not even a cocked head. Once she pees she's rar'n to get back into the apartment. SO's been our habit for far too long. She needs more exposure to the outside world in my opinion, but I.....ME... am too afraid of what might happen if she gets attacked. Again.
Aaerro, the little brat, pulled another on me today. I set up her treats, which come in a huge roll that need to be cut up, on the counter before we went out. I left a chunk in the plastic container that I use for the cut up treats. This is a large chunk... enough to feed Aaerro as a main meal. We went out, I come in, use the loo and come back to the kitchen. I can't find her treat container. I thought I left it in the fridge...nope....not in the sink...nope. The culpret comes to mind - The dog, but I can't find the treat container in any of her usual hoarding spots. Shrugging it off, I find another treat container and continue to cut up the meat roll only to realize I HAD left something on the counter... as I stepped on the old treat container lid. Little brat counter surfed on me! First time she's done that since she stole the muffin off the top of the toaster 3 years ago(and I'm still trying to figure out how she managed THAT!)