We've been having issues with our 1 year old Brittany Spaniel, outside of the home, he is a live wire, to the point he is uncontrollable. A recent conversation with a new neighbor led to us seeking out the opinion of a local vet. The response was not good, he said, "You've been miss-sold, A Brittany is a working dog and absolutely no good as a family pet!" Having invested thousands of dollars, considerable time, effort and love into this dog over the last year, this is not what I wanted to hear. He suggested we re-home him to people with other working dogs and go get a different breed of dog. I cried all day yesterday as I considered my options. This is my dog, I chose him from 1 of 14 other Brittanies and countless other breeds. I wasn't about to turf him to the curb due to the opinions of one man, all be it a very matter of fact and knowledgeable man. So today I braved the not so busy streets of Tecoma and made one last trip to a pet shop.
I took back full responsibility for Juno's care from Tim, as he was more than willing to trade him in, I felt he wasn't 100% invested in turning him around. A gentle leader head collar, a muzzle and some natural calming drops were on my list. So far so good. The muzzle is for my peace of mind, as those playful and over exuberant jaws could easily find their way around the wrong person, the head collar, for the moment is giving me complete control over his movements. He may look like the cutest, fluffiest Hannibal Lecter ever, one major plus, a muzzle has a funny way of keeping those dog coochicoo-ers at bay, you know, the ones that assume all dogs want strangers pinching their cheeks and wrapping their arms around their necks. At your own peril, be it!
Time will tell. For someone suffering from CFS, Fibromyalgia and whatever else is wrong with me, these first 10,054 steps I have taken today, have not been easy for me. I needed a nap, along with Julia during our lunch break today, I am still suffering from last weeks cold, Julia too! The little green monsters have firmly set up home in Julia's little pink nose. My chest hurts from breathing, and my legs are fatigued and in pain, but I did it. I walked Juno through the town 3 times, no one got nibbled on or tangled in his lead, and he is sleeping happily on the studio floor, while Jules watches MR Maker and we wait for the girls to come here after school. Not much art happened today but I did teach myself how to put on the collar and watch a few training videos on the subject.
As I close, Juno is now stretched across my knee, Julia is watching Play School, and the girls are on their way. The tales of Juno the Firecracker will continue... hopefully.....
Hi, my name is Chrystal Carter, I am a mother to three lovely girls. I emigrated with my husband to Australia in December 2014, and have been living the dream, ever since! We are settled in the Dandenong Ranges and I have recently set up my brand new home art studio , in the heart of the hills, Tecoma. Here, I can follow my life long dream of being an artist drawing another of my greatest passions, animals, in particular, peoples beloved pets. I have always been fascinated by animals, nature and wildlife and where better to pursue my passions than here in Australia, and it certainly hasn't disappointed me! Follow me as a take on this new venture and brave new world, together with my wonderful family, and not forgetting my furry companions, Vin the Cat and Juno the Dog!