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Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
"GRADY" the West Highland Terrier
Hey! Y'owl remember awhile back one of our Readers wrote us about the rescued Westie that was so traumatized and skeered from being abused that he wouldint come out of the corners? And he wouldint eat his dinner anywhere but in his crate? And Mom wrote back to the lady with some suggestions for the little fella?
Last weekend, Mom and Dad went to meet Grady. They stayed a long time and let him get used to having strangers in the house. He wouldint come out of his crate so Mom went in and got him. Yes, she did. And she held him in her lap and fed him some bits of well done steak from her dinner plate. She also put some butter on the top of her hand and let him lick it off while she taught him the word "kiss". Pretty soon, Grady was licking Mom's hand and arm everytime she said "kiss" even if there wuzzent any butter there to lick.Then she took him in the living room and rocked him on her shoulder and sang "there was a farmer had a dog and Bingo was his name-o".
The Westies' hoomans thought Mom was whacked.
After awhile, though, Mom brought Grady back into the kitchen and told his man 2-legged to fix Grady's supper and put it in his bowl. The man did. Mom picked up the bowl and set it and Grady down on the floor near the dining room table. Then Mom sat down at the table and started talking about the weather. The man said, "He won't eat it."
Mom said, "Wait". She kept the conversation around the table going for a coupla minutes and then without changing the tone of her voice, she motioned for the man and woman to look at Grady. Then Mom took this picksure of Grady eating in the kitchen from his bowl for the first time.
Last weekend, Mom and Dad went to meet Grady. They stayed a long time and let him get used to having strangers in the house. He wouldint come out of his crate so Mom went in and got him. Yes, she did. And she held him in her lap and fed him some bits of well done steak from her dinner plate. She also put some butter on the top of her hand and let him lick it off while she taught him the word "kiss". Pretty soon, Grady was licking Mom's hand and arm everytime she said "kiss" even if there wuzzent any butter there to lick.Then she took him in the living room and rocked him on her shoulder and sang "there was a farmer had a dog and Bingo was his name-o".
The Westies' hoomans thought Mom was whacked.
After awhile, though, Mom brought Grady back into the kitchen and told his man 2-legged to fix Grady's supper and put it in his bowl. The man did. Mom picked up the bowl and set it and Grady down on the floor near the dining room table. Then Mom sat down at the table and started talking about the weather. The man said, "He won't eat it."
Mom said, "Wait". She kept the conversation around the table going for a coupla minutes and then without changing the tone of her voice, she motioned for the man and woman to look at Grady. Then Mom took this picksure of Grady eating in the kitchen from his bowl for the first time.
It's gonna take awhile, maybe a long while,
but he is gonna be okay.
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