Jsut got off the phone with my dog trainer, and after talking to her for about an hour, I’ve decided that retiring Chewie is the wrong thing to do. In talking to Dana Babb, who used to run Paws-Abilities with her husband, Larry, she made mention that Chewie may have just been startled by something at Norwescon so that’s the reason he was resistant to getting out from under the club tables there.
I trust Dana. She’s been my dog trainer since I’ve had Tyler, almost 18 years ago, is when I first met her and her husband. She picked out Gillis, my previous service dog, which I call my ‘wonder dog’ and she’s helped me out with all sorts of problems.
If she says that my dog isn’t ready to be retired, then Chewie isn’t ready to be retired. This means I won’t be getting a puppy right away. I will probably wait another two years, before I get a Doberman Pinscher puppy to replace Chewie.
I’m actually very happy and relieved by this… I hated to have Chewie here at home, alone. Dana based her decision on the fact that Chewie was peeing in the house in big puddles. Not little (get back at you), piddles, but big (I have to go), puddles that were as close to the kitchen, or in the kitchen so that they weren’t causing much damage.
I hated leaving Chewie home alone, so my stress level is already dropping… maybe I’ll be able to get some sleep now. I haven’t really slept all that well since I picked Chewie up from my friend, Mike’s house about a month ago.