Cricket is a reluctant mentor. She resents the way Butterfly follows her around. She hides treats she doesn’t even like, because she doesn’t want Butterfly to have them.
But, Butterfly thinks Cricket is her leader. When Cricket barks, Butterfly barks, or whimpers, or looks to Cricket for answers to the questions of the universe. When Cricket pees, Butterfly pees. If Cricket stops to sniff a bush, Butterfly stops, sniffs, and thinks, this is what I am supposed to do.
Cricket’s most important job has been to teach Butterfly to poop and pee outdoors. Butterfly is eight years old and she’s not used to having to hold it in and wait to be taken outside. She’s not used to thinking of poop as something that shouldn’t be left in the house. And Cricket is teaching her otherwise. I’d like to think that Cricket is pooping more often each day as a generous form of inspiration for Butterfly, to teach her the joys of pooping outdoors. But it could also be because she is an emotional eater and has been eating more since Butterfly came home.
Cricket is an adventurer and Butterfly is learning from that. She’s learning how to run and play and go further afield. She’s learning that long walks and sending pee mail messages and sniffing new places is fun, and safe.
She’s learning that you can get away with standing your ground and being stubborn sometimes and no one will hit you. They may just pull on your leash and make grumbly noises, but that won’t kill them, or you.
The first few days, maybe even more than a week, that Butterfly was home, she was uninterested in toys. We gave her two toys from Cricket’s box, carefully choosing ones she’d never shown interest in, but Butterfly ignored them. And then she found Ducky on the floor next to my bed and she fell in love. The duck quacks when you squeeze it and has been one of Cricket’s favorites since she was a puppy, with surgery scars to prove it. Now Butterfly tries to bring Ducky with her whenever she goes out for a walk (the answer is no). She licks him the way she would lick one of her puppies and that seems to calm her. But Cricket is not pleased.
Butterfly tries to forget quickly after each time Cricket snarls at her, or blocks her way up the stairs. She chooses to forgive Cricket over and over.
There are some things Butterfly has not picked up yet. She’s not in love with the variety of foods Cricket enjoys. She doesn’t see the point of cheese, or red bell peppers, or morning pancakes with maple syrup. She hasn’t learned how to bark menacingly at strangers, or hide under the bed in a huff. She hasn’t learned how to revel in a warm lap and really relax, yet.
Butterfly has tried running after sticks and chewing on them the way Cricket does out on the lawn in the mornings, but sticks are an acquired taste.
Just once, Butterfly tried to pee like Cricket, with her right leg lifted an inexplicable inch off the ground. But she found that position uncomfortable and ineffective. I’m not sure why Cricket does it, being a girl and all.
After all of that mentoring, Cricket has some aggression to get out of her system and she has taken to bringing me her rope toy when it gets to be too much and she needs to play tug of war. While Cricket tugs and jumps and growls and is suspended in midair, Butterfly hops around and pants and tries to get in the game. She can’t fit her teeth around the rope, though, and Cricket is grateful for that.
Once tug is over, they’re both exhausted and ready for a nap. Cricket has taught Butterfly all about napping. So once Cricket is asleep, Butterfly will stretch out on the floor, legs in front of her like a fallen cow. Just like Cricket.
Butterfly will start to open up. Kaci was found in a kill shelter in a pen with a lot of big dogs. Bit by bit, she’s opening up and she’s afraid less and less. It takes time but it’s worth it. I’m a mentor also so tell Cricket to not only keep up the work but to strive to improve.
I watched a video of a dog teaching a puppy to go down the stairs, and I was hoping Cricket would be inspired by it, but she rolled her eyes at me.
She probably has some terrier in her.
Oh yippee! It’s wonderful to hear of Butterfly’s progress as well as Cricket’s! 🙂
Cricket is doing a fabulous job even if she’s hating every minute of it!
One of my neighbors said Cricket was seeming calmer and I had to ask him if he was kidding me. I hope he’s right.
“…to teach her the joys of pooping outdoors.” That was my favorite line!
Lol. My Alex takes all her Nylabones and hides them in her bed. I realized it one day when I was changing her sheets:)
It’s shocking how many hiding places Cricket has found, and the variety of things she chooses to bury for later: stale bread, chunks of cheese, half a hot dog, once. I even found a piece of chicken skin stuffed under my pillow. I almost had a heart attack when I touched it in my sleep.
Lol. Well, it seems like Cricket is one smart doggie. Alex only hides Nylabones, but nothing else to the delight of my girfriend and mine:) If I were to find something like chicken skin under my pilllow I’d probably run the other way:)
Dudley favored “fallen cow” pose, or he slept on his belly. Zoe was usually a little trollop, on her back, legs splayed, snoring like a drunk stevedore.
I knew a golden retriever once who rolled onto her back at the drop of a hat. She was the mellowest, happiest dog, nothing I can relate to.
Aw, too cute. Hope Cricket forgives her for stealing ducky
I don’t think Cricket believes in forgiveness. She believes in long held grudges and endless treats to make it up to her.
Well, I can understand the “endless treats” bit. Wonder if I can get that one right myself 🙂
Love the “don’t take my stick” picture…
The picture makes her look almost as crazy as she really is.
Super great pics!
Posted this one on Twitter 🙂
Very cute pictures 🙂 I will post it again on Twitter, now. 🙂
Oh my goodness!