Today I have observed two hilarious habits of the newest addition to our non-people family.
First, I have been trying to consistently reward Jazz with praise and affection for “potty-ing” outside. Now, after “doing her business” she stays in the same position, making sure I know she was being good, and waits for me to say, “good girl, good potty.” Immediately she darts to me, rolls over, and receives her reward; a good hearty back and belly rub.
Second, Jazz loves her bone. As it happens, it is a point of contention between our two dogs. If Tölpel has possession of the bone, she will bide her time until he has an irresistible itch. Striking like a sneaky snake, she takes her newly obtained prize to “her territory.”