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As I recall when we brought Hoss home from the breeder I was advised by a dog trainer to bring a crate when we picked up the puppy. Trainer stressed crate training must start from the very beginning of accepting the pup. So we were travel from Tampa to Gainesville to get our pup. Several hours drive. We borrowed a crate from a girl at work. It was small but I thought the pup would fit in there just fine till we got home.
Once we got to the breeders she gave us our first lesson on ear posting. As we were loading up the truck I took the crate out. The breeder laughed at me and said there is no way that puppy will go into that crate. It is to small. She was right darn ear tubes would not even go thru the door.
Breeder looked at me and laughed with a follow up “told you so” and laughed.
The Breeder Susan Voltz picked Hoss up .....gave him a great big hug....looked him in the eyes and said “ Now you go be a great dog” she placed Hoss in my lap for the ride home. We stopped at a rest stop so he could pee and it was amazing to watch him explore and sniff.
When we got him home off the the back yard we went as the yard was all freshly landscaped for him. Layer new sod. Established potty areas. All set up...Hoss did not seem impressed all he wanted to do was pick up rocks!!!! NO!!!!! No!!!!!!
Layed out all of his brand new toys on his new dog bed. All he wanted to do was drag the small dog bed around. Not interested in the toys.
Now his bed.....and rocks.
He ate so fast the only way I could get him to slow the speed to “warp” was to take his food and just throw it on our front porch wooden floors.
Thus he obtained the nickname of “You little glutton”.
As time went by his favorite toy was this long thick towing rope of Scotts.
Had to be 20 feet long when we first gave it to him .....Hoss dragged that all around outside. Loved to play with it more than anything. As time went by we would cut off the loose ends on the rope. Much shorted when we finally threw that rope away.
I must say the first two weeks were the toughest because I really believe Hoss missed the life that he knew.....littermates, Mom, etc.
So we hired a nanny for Hoss. A woman that lives across the street would come over everyday and hang out with Hoss. She would sit with him under the oak trees and read to him when he would whine.
Oh my heart would just melt when Hoss would howl to his people.
But after several months I was exhausted with all the potty breaks at night. After some time he grew up and now he is approaching 5 years this December.
Now his new nickname is “You big Heathen”. He smiles when I say that !
Ahhhhh...some make my pic bigger!! Please.