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We’ve been meaning to get a new backup dog, especially since our primary dog is getting old. My wife is suggesting we get an adult dog rather than go through that 3-year (in our case) phase where the puppy kills time by chewing the woodwork off the windows and consumes large swaths of carpeting.
It’s a little late but one trick for introducing dogs is to do it outside of the house. Dogs are the most ornery at home. So house the puppy someplace else for a couple of days and then have the old dog visit. Then once they are friends bring them both home.
I see the United States of Radley is again attempting to regulate the individual actions of citizens like Daisy, regarding her consumption of her own excrement. A victimless crime isn’t a crime, and ideally, the government will butt out of Daisy’s life and lifestyle decisions.
one of a plethora of side-effects of feeding a dog Biologically Appropiate Raw Foods (BARF) is that the dog will not eat it’s feces. This is due to the fact that eating raw foods, there is almost none of the food that escapes through the digestive system undigested and the feces will lack nutrition and thus the dog will not be temptet to eat it.
I’m not gonna recommend a specific website, but I do encourage all dog owners to check out BARF, for your dogs sake [/emotional blackmail]
My dog doesn’t eat her poop in the summer, but in winter she just loves that frozen crunchy treat! And winter lasts a long time up here. We go on poop patrol in the every couple of days to get it all before the next snow covers it till May, or it’s dug up and consumed.
My dog doesn’t eat her own poop, but she will occasionally go after the cats poop. She tries playing with the cats in their litter box like it is some kind of playpen. Fortunately she hasn’t carried and poop and brought it onto my couch to play with for a while.
“Now I just need to get Daisy to stop eating her own poop.”
I realize that I’m in the minority here, but this is one of the many reasons that I sort of adhere to the Jules Winnfield philosophy on dogs: I won’t go so far as to call them ‘filthy’, but they’re definitely dirty, and even though I grew up with a dog in the house, I just don’t understand the fascination with them.