Jupiter, Joopie, Loopie joopie, Jupster, Jupe jupe, or just Jupe. These are the names that get ascribed to my boy - depending on my mood.
It took one hour for him to learn his new name. The advantage was, he didn't come to his original name at all. The family that took him from the Shelter had named him, Jack. But he didn't answer to that either.
Armed with some beef jerky, I'd call his name from different locations within my house. Once he learned that he got a treat for comin' he came all the time.
He seemed to like his name. . . in the house.
However, once outside, he did not come when he was called. In fact, he would look back at me and lift his head high, and prance off in the opposite direction. His posture is very much the same as a horse. He even snorts like one when he is full of energy and raring to go on a walk.
He is a sight to behold. But he's also irritatingly disobedient.
As I walk out to snap on the leash, he takes off and I swear if he could giggle, he'd be doin just that as he skirts just outside my grasp. Once on the leash he pulls me along at a pace that I can't keep up for long. My shoulder blade is crying from the constant tension.
To teach him not to pull, I turn around and walk in the opposite direction without a word to him. Errrrrr - end of the leash. It takes about 20 minutes of this continual walk, turn, walk, turn all without a word to him. Now he's walking directly beside me, his head tips to check my body language and he stays with me like a shadow.
I'm so impressed. I give myself a mental pat on the back for being such a good dog trainer.
Little did I know . . .
