I see it has been awhile since I last did a Fergus Friday post. Time for an update! Fergus is now seven months old. Lots has been going on in his little puppy world since I last blogged about him.
He has successfully completed puppy school. No credit goes to his negligent owner for this accomplishment. It only took one class to figure out that waiting until the night before class to "study" doesn't work with dogs. The humiliation of seeing Fergus look like he was a few kibbles short of a full meal was incentive enough to work consistently with him on a daily basis for the remainder of the time.
It really helped that there was a nasty miniature schnauzer in the class. That dog made the others shine in comparison. Fergus can now sit, touch my hand, stay for about three seconds (okay, this needs some work) and come when called. The qualifier here would be to say he only does these things when there are no distractions and he gets treats, but it's a start. He also managed to have the distinction of being the only puppy who pooped in every single class.
Fergus has also visited the dog park. It is an off leash, fully fenced-in area where dogs can romp around and socialize. Fergus loves the dog park once he gets there, but the walk from the car to the park seems to fill him with terror. Here he is at his first visit.
Fergus and Jenny continue to cause trouble. Their latest trick is to charge out the front door when it gets opened. They tear up the street, looking back every few seconds to be sure their people are running after them in a panic. It is like a scene from The Incredible Journey, minus the cat (Emily hates Fergus and Jenny, and wouldn't lower herself to be seen in public with them). Do not let these innocent faces fool you!
There have been a couple new experiences Fergus has not enjoyed. Three weeks ago Fergus got fixed. Here is some career advice - if making lots of money is high on your list of priorities, seriously consider becoming a veterinarian. Fergus has also had his first grooming appointment. When we got there he was even unhappier than this picture portrays. I think poor Fergus thought he was headed back to the vet to get fixed again. As it turns out, that experience was probably less traumatic than the groomers. At least they knocked him out at the vet's.
When I went back to pick him up I couldn't believe the change in his appearance! He looks 100% Westie now, and all grown-up.
Best of all, his ears now fit his head, which is a huge relief. I was getting worried he might take after the Hammond side of the family. They are known for having goofy ears.