KING OLLIE HOUSE of BULLDOG
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THREE DAYS OF OLLIE
I had my reservations about Ollie. Heās a boy. Heās big with feet like catcherās mitts. He was very shy and maybe very poorly socialized. He wasnāt perky, bubbly, funny Daphne. I actually felt sorry for him. He was like a lump.
Day 1. Wednesday
He really did nothing but sit and look at us. He didnāt get up much or walk around. We just talked to him and let him absorb us. The breeder was here for a couple of hours. She didnāt interact with him and he didnāt seem to notice her or know her as someone he cared about. She left and I fit him into one of Daphneās early harnesses. He neither resisted nor participated. We set Daphneās big crate up in the master bedroom. I fed him in the crate around 5PM. He has a bulldog appetite and inhaled the dry kibble. I took him out back and
Within 7 to 10 minutes, he pooped big time and peed. To come back in I shoved him through the doggie door. He went out again every hour until 9PM. He slept very quietly, no snoring, no heavy breathing. He woke me up at 3:30AM with some little peeping sounds. I took him out to pee. He reward me with another poop. I was wide awakeHe went back to sleep.
Day 2. Thursday
This was a school day for Ollie. We ran up to the pet store to make an appointment to get his nails clipped. Evidently theyāve never been done and are very thin and sharp with little fish hooks on the end. Our groomer (who has bullies) told us to bring him in anytime on Friday. While there we picked up a tub of dessicated liver treats. Wow $30!
I basically got Ollie for my daughter (married and they live with us). She was so so devastated by the death of Daphne. There has never been a child or dog who hasnāt immediately fallen in love with daughter. DD gave Ollie a good cleaning with witch hazel wipes. His poor little Peter Pan (boy thingie...ewwww) when pulled back was filthy, lots of black grime. He just laid there and let himself be cleaned. His pink tummy had lots of bites, probably ants. It took 6 wipes to get his ears cleaned. His nose rope needed a good cleaning. And best of all no tail pocket...yea Ollie!!! We cleaned his bullseye anyway for good measure.
Then, he did his whole rolling in the grass thing and just barking out loud for the pure joy of it.
All day long DD worked on sit with the liver treats. Itās unbelievable but he now sits on command. I swear this is true. DD and SIL worked on in and out the doggie door. Ollie will go out for a treat, but there is no way yet heād come back in. They also tried a leash since he will come if thereās a liver treat reward. I donāt think heās ever seen a leash. NO WAY JOSEā was he having any part of that. He laid down flat and wouldnāt budge. Heād had enough for the day and had mastered COME and SIT which in and of itself is amazing. Tomorrow would be another day. On this Day2 I think he decided he loved us and we loved him and life here was good. He was much less shy. He ate at five. Peed and pooped within 10 minutes. He went to sleep at 9PM and didnāt move a muscle or make a sound until 4:23AM so I gained an hour.
DAY 3. Friday
My husband and I were in charge. Ollie ate breakfast early. Immediately after went out and pooād and peed. Heās like clockwork. I kept reinforcing SIT and COME. We had to take him up to pet shop for nail trimming. Once again he wouldnāt even consider leash walking, liver treats be damned. My poor 80 year old husband had to carry the big lump of dead weight to the tailgate of the car. Just like Daphne, he never made a sound back there and was in fact asleep when we got there. I had to run and steal a grocery cart from Publix, dump him in it and wheel his fat self into Pets Plus. Of course everybody loved him and ooohed and ahhhhed. He never made a move letting his nails done. We tried walking him out. He splayed himself out. We pulled. He didnāt care. Most people laughed. Some lady who had a death wish said in a very nasaly sing song voice, āIf you do that, heāll never learn to walk.ā I wanted to slap the snot out of her and say, āNo S**tā but husband who knows me well sweetly said in his posh English accent, āDarling please skip ahead and open the tailgate while I get Ollie in the cart.ā He has saved me from arrest many times.
The rest of the day was easy going. DD and SIL got home around 4PM and took over. Weāre at a standstill on the leash and doggie door. You can see how happy Ollie is with all the love and attention. He love love loves the lawn and rolls and barks his head off. Same deal for eating and pooping right afterward in the same place every time. He peed twice inside back sliding door. Right church wrong pew as they say. Weāre all tile floors here so no big deal. Bed at 9PM. He let me sleep until 5:45AM. Weāre getting there.
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I had my reservations about Ollie. Heās a boy. Heās big with feet like catcherās mitts. He was very shy and maybe very poorly socialized. He wasnāt perky, bubbly, funny Daphne. I actually felt sorry for him. He was like a lump.
Day 1. Wednesday
He really did nothing but sit and look at us. He didnāt get up much or walk around. We just talked to him and let him absorb us. The breeder was here for a couple of hours. She didnāt interact with him and he didnāt seem to notice her or know her as someone he cared about. She left and I fit him into one of Daphneās early harnesses. He neither resisted nor participated. We set Daphneās big crate up in the master bedroom. I fed him in the crate around 5PM. He has a bulldog appetite and inhaled the dry kibble. I took him out back and
Within 7 to 10 minutes, he pooped big time and peed. To come back in I shoved him through the doggie door. He went out again every hour until 9PM. He slept very quietly, no snoring, no heavy breathing. He woke me up at 3:30AM with some little peeping sounds. I took him out to pee. He reward me with another poop. I was wide awakeHe went back to sleep.
Day 2. Thursday
This was a school day for Ollie. We ran up to the pet store to make an appointment to get his nails clipped. Evidently theyāve never been done and are very thin and sharp with little fish hooks on the end. Our groomer (who has bullies) told us to bring him in anytime on Friday. While there we picked up a tub of dessicated liver treats. Wow $30!
I basically got Ollie for my daughter (married and they live with us). She was so so devastated by the death of Daphne. There has never been a child or dog who hasnāt immediately fallen in love with daughter. DD gave Ollie a good cleaning with witch hazel wipes. His poor little Peter Pan (boy thingie...ewwww) when pulled back was filthy, lots of black grime. He just laid there and let himself be cleaned. His pink tummy had lots of bites, probably ants. It took 6 wipes to get his ears cleaned. His nose rope needed a good cleaning. And best of all no tail pocket...yea Ollie!!! We cleaned his bullseye anyway for good measure.
Then, he did his whole rolling in the grass thing and just barking out loud for the pure joy of it.
All day long DD worked on sit with the liver treats. Itās unbelievable but he now sits on command. I swear this is true. DD and SIL worked on in and out the doggie door. Ollie will go out for a treat, but there is no way yet heād come back in. They also tried a leash since he will come if thereās a liver treat reward. I donāt think heās ever seen a leash. NO WAY JOSEā was he having any part of that. He laid down flat and wouldnāt budge. Heād had enough for the day and had mastered COME and SIT which in and of itself is amazing. Tomorrow would be another day. On this Day2 I think he decided he loved us and we loved him and life here was good. He was much less shy. He ate at five. Peed and pooped within 10 minutes. He went to sleep at 9PM and didnāt move a muscle or make a sound until 4:23AM so I gained an hour.
DAY 3. Friday
My husband and I were in charge. Ollie ate breakfast early. Immediately after went out and pooād and peed. Heās like clockwork. I kept reinforcing SIT and COME. We had to take him up to pet shop for nail trimming. Once again he wouldnāt even consider leash walking, liver treats be damned. My poor 80 year old husband had to carry the big lump of dead weight to the tailgate of the car. Just like Daphne, he never made a sound back there and was in fact asleep when we got there. I had to run and steal a grocery cart from Publix, dump him in it and wheel his fat self into Pets Plus. Of course everybody loved him and ooohed and ahhhhed. He never made a move letting his nails done. We tried walking him out. He splayed himself out. We pulled. He didnāt care. Most people laughed. Some lady who had a death wish said in a very nasaly sing song voice, āIf you do that, heāll never learn to walk.ā I wanted to slap the snot out of her and say, āNo S**tā but husband who knows me well sweetly said in his posh English accent, āDarling please skip ahead and open the tailgate while I get Ollie in the cart.ā He has saved me from arrest many times.
The rest of the day was easy going. DD and SIL got home around 4PM and took over. Weāre at a standstill on the leash and doggie door. You can see how happy Ollie is with all the love and attention. He love love loves the lawn and rolls and barks his head off. Same deal for eating and pooping right afterward in the same place every time. He peed twice inside back sliding door. Right church wrong pew as they say. Weāre all tile floors here so no big deal. Bed at 9PM. He let me sleep until 5:45AM. Weāre getting there.
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please keep at it i love it 
:D
Poor buddy will get accustomed to ALL the TLC our poor babies are used to... Lol He is SO darn cute...
