Saturday, April 11, 2009 UPDATE: ADVENTURES WITH CIRRUS (A note from Cirrus' new dad in Arkansas)
So, had a really interesting trip back from Kansas City with Cirrus. Most of the trip he would never settle down, kept looking for stuff to get into. He discovered the things under the back seat of the truck, and proceeded to one by one pull them out and destroy them. You know things like jumper cables, ice scrapers, rope, a folding shovel, that sort of thing.
Picture me driving 80 mph down the road with one hand, with the other trying to lean over the back seat and take stuff away from him. I am surprised no one called 911 to report someone being attacked by an animal.
At one point, I heard chain rattling, looked back, and he had two (2)!, bags of tire chains, and was flipping them in the air like they were tennis balls. For my California family, each bag of chains probably weighs thirty pounds.
This is a very strong dog.
Finally when I got about 30 minutes from the house he laid his head on my lap and went to sleep.
Per Cesar Milan instructions, when I got him home I immediately took him for a long walk. This is supposed to mimic migration, and lessen the stress of moving to a new home. It also is supposed to tire them out so they behave better. He did very well, and has surprisingly good leash manners, but did I mention he is strong?
And wear him out? Not likely unless I start running marathons with him. I am envisioning a back pack with a couple sacks of concrete might do it.
I hadn't gone two blocks from the house when a Brother did a u turn in the street, and pulled up beside me wanting to know if Cirrus had papers, because he wanted to breed him to his bitch.
This is going to be very interesting.
Oh, and I am glad I did not pay much for my couch, as I don't see it surviving this adventure. Did you know a Staffy can hit an eight foot ceiling when using the back of a sofa like a launching ramp?
Sherri, a woman I have been dating, came over to meet him when she got off work last night. Now this is a Dog Woman, in capital letters, who for years bred timberwolves. So she knows all about big strong dogs. She met him for five minutes and got to laughing so hard I was afraid she would soil herself. She never really would tell me why. Maybe it was him bumping into the ceiling with a sofa cushion in his mouth, I don't know.
To quote Ricky Bobby,"Hang on baby Jesus, it is gonna get bumpy." |
