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Meg’s Diary: When Another Dog Visits Part Two

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13/7/2025

The longer we have Meshi staying here, the more I realise that we ‘got right’ with Meg’s training. This is extremely reassuring, as mostly I am aware of all the ways that we failed! I think if I could go back in time, I would say that anything that I thought would ‘sort itself out when she’s older’ simply did not happen, and all the tiny bits of everyday training that we insisted on have been worthwhile. For example, every morning she bounds for the door and leaps at it; we insist that she sits and looks at us; or the door does not open—this has helped her to learn some impulse control. In contrast, Meshi ignores absolutely everything I say.

The two dogs have been very good together in terms of friendliness. They genuinely seem to like each other, and when Meg has been in her crate and Meshi is loose, he tends to stay close to her, and if he puts his nose through the bars she licks his nose. Very cute. The nicest times are in the garden, when I walk them round the loop of the perimeter together. Meshi is on the lead (because he will not return when I call, and I cannot risk losing him). Meg is loose, running round with a stick (log) in her mouth, but staying close. Meg tends to take the lead, and Meshi races off, straining on the lead to follow her. He pauses to pee on every bush/tree/flower, and Meg stops to wait for him, then continues to lead the way round the garden.

I have tried to stop Meshi going into Meg’s crate—that is her space. He tries to sneak in there at every opportunity. Yesterday the crate door was closed, and I watched him walk round the crate, looking for a way inside. Meg also saw him, jumped up from where she was lying with her chew, and went and opened the door for him, then they both went inside and Meshi started to eat her food. I quickly got him out—great danger of being squashed.

Meg usually settles down if she has a chew. I buy her (at great cost) large rolls of camel hide, and these last for several days (they stink). Meshi has decided that he also likes them. Whichever chew Meg has is the chew that Meshi wants. She is incredibly good-natured, and allows him to take the chew out of her mouth and walk away with it. She then goes and finds another chew. After a few minutes, Meshi decides he wants the new chew, so gets up and removes it from Meg, who goes and collects her original chew. I don’t intervene. Unlike with children, who can be taught about sharing and fairness and not taking toys away from other children, my understanding is that dogs are different. In the wild, a pack will have a leader, and that dog eats first, and dominate the rest of the pack. The pack is peaceful as long as no one challenges the pack leader. I want peace in my house. I allow Meshi to be the pack leader. (I am also trying to establish that I am not in the pack, and unlike Meg, I do not follow his lead. I have managed to make him sit down when told, but not much else. Luckily he is small.)

My main difficulty has been in keeping Meshi physically safe. He is so much smaller than Meg, and she is incredibly strong and incredibly bouncy. Whenever I have allowed them short bursts of free play, Meg has been in danger off leaping on him—which could easily dislocate a limb and would certainly hurt him—so almost immediately I have to separate them. I can have them both in the same room, but only in a very controlled way, telling Meg to lie down and not allowing her to stand until Meshi has also decided to lie down (usually with one of Meg’s chews). There have been a few times when they have both been free and settled in the same area, but I would not feel comfortable leaving them unattended.

I have noticed a change in Meg since Meshi arrived. Usually when we walk in the woods, she completely ignores all the other dogs (of which there are many) and will avoid them if possible, concentrating on her stick and veering off into the undergrowth if they approach. This week, Meg has been approaching other dogs, walking up to them. She has returned to me when I call (after she has finished sniffing the other dog, not instantly) but she is definitely showing more interest. I’m not sure whether this is a good thing. Some owners will be frightened of a big German Shepherd approaching their darling Spaniel—it was easier when she ignored them. Perhaps she has realised that other dogs might be fun to play with, or maybe previously she was frightened of them. I don’t know. I’m hoping that after Meshi has gone to his own home, Meg will gradually forget about playing with other dogs and will go back to ignoring them. Otherwise I will need to improve her ‘recall’ so she returns to me instantly if I need her to.

Another change is in my own attitude, having Meshi here has made me look at Meg, and I realise that she has become very dependable. She never steals food, or destroys things, or toilets in the house. (This is not to imply Meshi does these things, but rather that I appreciate Meg never has.) Therefore I feel I should stop putting her in the crate when I leave the house. This week I have left her free to roam the house while I have been out, and so far there has been no damage. I think she just sleeps when I’m not here. I even went to London, leaving her for several hours, and all was fine when I returned. This is marvellous. It means she is now a good deterrent for burglars, and it’s much nicer for her when it’s hot, as she can more easily find somewhere cool to lie. (Of course, there is still a possibility that I will return to find she has dismantled a cupboard or removed the stuffing from a sofa—but for now it’s great.)

Hope you have a great day. Thanks for reading.
Take care.
Love, Anne x

Meg’s Diary: When Another Dog Came to Stay

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3/7/2025

I agreed to look after Son’s dog while he’s away. He is a small male Shiba Inu, very cute, looks exactly like Basil Brush (this is the dog, obviously, not my son!). I asked friends for advice on how to introduce dogs, and the main tip seemed to be—given Meg’s personality—to keep everything as calm as possible. Meshi must be presented as something boring. Of course, with Meg, nothing is boring.

When they were due to arrive, I took Meg into the garage for some ‘training exercises.’ This was as neutral a place as I could manage, as they were coming late for dinner, and I couldn’t be in the woods or somewhere completely neutral given the time. (Though actually, going out for a walk is super exciting in Meg’s world, so maybe the boring garage was better.) I had some meat as a treat, and we practised walking to heel, stopping, turning, waiting until called, lying down. All the things we practise regularly. Mid-way through the ‘training session’ Son and Meshi entered the garage.

Meg immediately ran up to Meshi, so I called her to heel—she half-came (automatic response) then realised that Meshi was more interesting and ran back to him. Meshi seemed uncertain but not frightened. There was a bit of running round, then I called Meg to me again. I wanted to stop the excitement from escalating (although nothing with Meg is ever calm). This time Meg came to me, sat, received a treat. She didn’t wait to be ‘released’ but ran straight back to Meshi, but that was not too bad and it broke the cycle of excitement. Meshi is older and male, and although he is much smaller, he soon asserted himself as the dominant dog. This was good, and what I had hoped. Meg is bouncy, but she is relatively submissive with other dogs. Meshi was able to ‘stop the game’ when he had had enough, and Meg backed off. She did not stop trying to re-engage with him, so we limited their interaction to a few minutes. I then told Meg to go into her crate, and she went to the garage door, and then ran to her crate. I think she wanted a break too, but didn’t know how to stop the chasing/being chased game. Meshi was very relaxed when Meg was in her crate, and happily lay on the floor nearby. Meg wanted a rest, so ate her food and went to sleep. So far so good.

We let them interact a few more times during the evening, but for very short bursts and in a very controlled setting. I have read that dogs need a ‘top dog’ and we decided this would be Meshi, even though Meg is bigger and stronger. Therefore when Meshi ‘stopped the game’ by showing his teeth (not biting or being aggressive, just showing he wanted her to back-off) we enforced this by calling Meg away.

We left Meg in her cage for the evening, and let Meshi have the run of the house. They both slept, all was peaceful.

This morning I took the dogs into the garden separately to toilet. Then I attempted to have them both with me (Meshi on a lead) while I cleared up their mess. Meg was super-excited and kept trying to entice Meshi into a game, and he was keen but wary, so it was not a relaxing start to the day. Meshi peed on absolutely everything in the garden—no idea how he produces so much pee!

While I had coffee I put Meg into her crate with her breakfast, fed Meshi in the dining room, went to have my coffee. I returned to find him curled up on a sofa—which is not allowed. I told him no, and he ignored me, so I removed him and explained that dogs are not allowed on my furniture. He gave me a look. Am pretty sure he will wait until I have gone and then get back onto the sofa. I hope Meg doesn’t decide to copy—this is one of the few things she is good at obeying.

Actually, Meg has done very well. Although she is way too excited and bouncy, considering she has a dog, who she has never met, in her house, she is very friendly. There seems to be nothing territorial or aggressive in her at all—which considering her siblings are all in the police and bringing down criminals, is excellent. One of my fears was that she might be aggressive. Online I see videos of her siblings as they fly through the air and grab hold of men and pull them down—and I was keen not to have that in a pet. We have tried very hard not to stimulate her aggressive side (which is why I was wary of the training advice from the police-dog handler—who would have produced an obedient dog, but not necessarily a friendly one). I spent the day working, sharing the run of the house with the dogs in turn. I didn’t attempt to have them sharing the same space for long—not yet. Maybe when they are used to each other that will work, but for now it’s better to have them mostly in separate rooms. When I let them have ‘free play’ (closely watched the entire time, because I do not want to return a damaged dog to my son!) they chase each other. Meshi will run away, with Meg chasing, then he will turn and face her. I call Meg back to me—taking his turning as an indication that he has lost patience. Meg runs towards me, Meshi chases her, tail wagging. Meg then turns and chases him, and he runs away (still with tail wagging). At one point they did laps of the kitchen. But Meg is so easily tipped into mega-excited-mode, that I stop the game pretty soon. I tell Meg to go into her bed, and she is very obedient and does this immediately. Sometimes I don’t even bother to shut the door; Meg entering her crate is enough to calm the game. Sometimes Meshi attempts to enter her crate too, and I stop this and shut the door. I think Meg needs a space that belongs to her alone (though I haven’t noticed any signs that she is bothered).

I will let you know how things develop. Thank you for reading.
Take care.
Love, Anne x

Meg’s Diary

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6/5/2025

I have had a fun week with Meg—perhaps because it has been a ‘normal’ week, with nothing to make her over-excited. The only unusual event was that Meg chased a deer. We were walking in the woods, and I was throwing sticks (but a little apathetically—it was hot) when I heard the trees rustling. I guessed it was probably a deer, but I took no notice because we have encountered deer many times in the woods, and Meg is always more interested in the sticks I throw. But not this time. This time Meg went off to investigate. I watched her walk into the trees, sniffing, then she stopped, ears alert. She paused for a second and then was off, zooming through the trees and out of sight. I never saw a deer, but I assume that’s what she saw. I waited. I waited for quite a long time. Husband started to call her, but I suggested it was better to wait. I thought that if Meg could hear us, she would confidently continue to run away, knowing we were waiting. If we were silent, perhaps she would notice that she was alone and decide to return before she got too far away. I have no idea if this is a thing, but most of my dog-training techniques are based on ignorance, so it was worth a try. After a few minutes I spotted Meg returning, so we quickly resumed our walk, trying to look as if we didn’t care whether she was with us or not, and we (the pack) were leaving without her. Again, no idea if this is a thing, but it made me feel in control.

Another change is that this week (and maybe only this week) Meg has been jumping into the boot without a fuss. The turning point came one day when I was frustrated by our regular stand-off: me staring at Meg trying to coax her into the boot with treats and commands, her staring back and trying to coax me on a longer walk by refusing to get into the car. I clipped a long lead onto a restraining point in the car, the other onto her collar, and removed her lead. Then I just ignored her, and changed into my shoes ready to drive away. Meg jumped into the boot. The following day, as soon as she saw me reach for the long lead, she jumped into the boot. I no longer have to reach for the long lead—we get to the car, I open the boot, Meg jumps inside (just like all the other dogs I see, who are less awkward than my treasure). The only reason that I can think of, is that Meg was only awkward because I cared, and if I am not even going to try then she can’t be bothered to make a stand. Is this a dog thing? It’s certainly a teenaged boy thing, and Meg definitely has other similar behaviour traits to teenaged boys, so maybe it is. I will let you know if it continues. Perhaps ‘not caring’ is a way to make her obedient. That would be easy. (I cannot describe how different this is to Kia, my lovely ‘normal’ GSD, who would have walked through fire to please me and was upset if I was unhappy. Meg just sees me as competition!)

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23/5/2025

Last weekend we went to Cambridge. It’s when we want to go away that having a dog feels like a hassle. Usually we pay vast amounts of money to put her in kennels, but this time My daughter kindly agreed to have her. I knew Meg would be happy (I was slightly more worried about Daughter!)

I walked Meg in the woods on the way to my daughter’s and then while Husband unloaded her crate from the car, I walked with Meg along the road. I wanted to see whether, now she is older, she will walk without leaping at cars when she is somewhere unfamiliar. For the first half of the walk (about 5 minutes) Meg was fine, although was clearly ‘noticing’ the cars. But I had a stick, and when a car came I managed to refocus her attention to the stick (which was snapped into pieces by the end of the 5 minutes—so she was tense). It all went wrong when we were nearly back at Daughter’s house. A car could be heard, approaching at speed, and I saw Meg click into ‘fully alert’ mode. I tried to make her focus on me, and told her to sit, and tried to calm her—but it was too late. As the car whizzed round the corner, Meg hurled herself towards it (and nearly broke my arm). Shame. Husband came came and rescued me, and I told Daughter that it definitely is not safe to walk Meg near a road, and she should just play with her in the garden while we were away.

When we collected Meg at the end of the weekend, she was happy and excited, and Daughter was okay and unharmed, so I feel it was successful.

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Yesterday I made a mistake, and let Meg into the garden when cockerel was out. He had been annoying when I shut up the birds for the night, and he ran off when he saw me trying to herd them all inside, so I was feeling cross with him and decided that he would have to cope with Meg. This was a bad mistake. I thought she would bark at him (as she does when on the lead) and that he would posture aggressively, and after facing-off, I would be able to herd him inside. It didn’t go like that.

Meg came up the garden with me, and I made sure she had a stick in her mouth. She saw the cockerel, and in an instant had dropped the stick and was on him. I called her, shouted to ‘Stop!’ and ‘Leave!’ Meg was deaf, zero response. She leapt onto the cockerel, and pinned him down. He made all sorts of attempts to get free and tried to jump at her with his spurs ready to attack, but she had him, trapped between her feet, long feathers drifting round them. I heaved her off him, and Husband took her inside while I sorted cockerel. I thought he was dead, but he wasn’t, he was just squashed. I lifted him into the cage, and watched to see whether he was likely to recover. He stood up, looked a bit dazed, and then started to walk around. Other than loosing some feathers, I think he is unharmed.

This was a learning experience for me—do not let Meg near my birds. It all happened in a second. But to be fair, Meg did not seem to be trying to kill him, I don’t think her teeth went near him, she just wanted to restrain him. Obviously my birds are too small, and she could easily kill one by mistake, but I guess she was only following her instinct to dominate and capture a herd (just happened to be a bird, not a flock of sheep). I’m not sure I will ever be able to train her to be safe around my other animals, though at least she has absolutely no aggression towards them.

I hope you have a safe week. Thanks for reading.
Take care.
Love, Anne x

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