Ekko and I are doing nicely as a team. It took awhile to get used to his quirks (and he to mine, I'm sure).
I've come to the conclusion that standard poodles are the cats of the dog world. I grew up with dogs that enjoyed their food. Ekko, like a lot of poodles, has more discerning tastes. If we are going over obedience training, I have to use special treats like Beggin' Strips or dried liver. No fool he.
Ekko is working well. He lets me know about the door, the telephone, the smoke alarm (thank gawd) and the timer for laundry and cooking. He does not, however, want to wake me up in the morning. That is more hit and miss. We're giving it a break for now and will tackle it again later. I'm thinking maybe I need a new alarm that sounds different or something. Hm.
Like Bosley, he hogs the bed. It took me about 3 weeks to realize why he didn't go into his crate whenever I said "Crate" to him. That's because he's been taught "Kennel".
Ekko is extremely affectionate. He loves to lean, and soaks up loving like a sponge. The name sign given to him in school is a falling over "E", because twice while in school, Ekko fell asleep standing up while resting his head on my knee, and both those times he fell over. I laughed until I cried!
All said, I think we're going to make a good team.
|Ekko and I at Orillia's Purina Walk for Dog Guides, Sept. 2013 (photo by Eileen Murray)|