I am 56 years old and have never, owned a fu-fu dog. A fu-fu dog is a small dog that is usually considered a dog for females, a French Poodle comes to mind. # 39; s dog, German Sheppard & # 39; s, and Lab & # 39; s never paid money for the dog, the dog & # 39; s either found us or we went to the local pound. Technically, I did not In 2006 her beloved companion passed away and she swore, she would not get another. In July of 2007 She was aware of my mother & # 39; s situation and invited her over to see the puppies. Well, that was it once she saw the little fur Balls she fell in love with the runt of the litter. Plans were made for her to pick up the runt, in August after they were weaned. Several days after she picked up the puppy up I went by her ho use to see it.
As I walked in in He was a tiny ball of fur, looked like two small snow balls stuck together, with two small eyes that looked more like like piece of coal, a small black nose and a wisp of a black line that made up the mouth. The door he ran to my mother, peeking out at me. Over the next two months he would not come near me, always hiding behind my Mother and keeping her between me and him Every other family member, child, adult, male or female he would have play with and he would allow them them pet him. Except me, every time he If I walked around he could and hide behind my mother and peek out at me. If I walked around her he would walk behind her legs in order to keep her between me and him, those little coal black eyes unblinking, starring at me. Late in 2007 my Mother was diagnosed with cancer, the doctors decided to do an un-invasive t She was already extremely ill and was kept in the hospital for two months. During that time I was not at the hospital till noon and would leave to eat and check on Bubba. Bubba would look like a deer caught in the headlights when I walked in the door, wanted to This continued for two months while while he and sit in the same room with me, but as far away. my mother was in the hospital and never got any better.
I was beginning to really dislike that little fu-fu dog. Bubba was as happy I moved in with her to assist her, she had become extremely weak and had to have someone with her all the time. as he could be to see her, tail wagging, stretching his body as far as he could, like a cat stretching on the side of a couch. Finally, over the next several months Bubba finally accepted me. He was a little ball of energy His ears rolled back, his mouth open and his tail, as always fast as he could. curled up tightly touching his back.
He will run and jump on the couch, race over the back of the couch stop in a crouching position and then launch himself off the couch at full speed. My Mother & # 39; He loved to chase anything that roled and anything that chased him. Sometimes he would slide into a wall or my piece of furniture, my Mother enjoyed watching him run and play, and would laugh till she would cry.
TRAINING AND CARE OF A BICHON FRISE
The care of the little furry rat fell to me. I knew how to train dogs, the same way my father did, if they went the bathroom on the floor you stuck their nose in it, swatted them with a roled up news paper and put them outside for awhile, wrong not with a Bichon Frise Egypt as I called him at that time, a bitch & # 39; en Frizzy.
Now when I was not having any luck with my training methods so I read and followed the book. Now when Bubba did something wrong and you looked at him, his tail would as the book said when the dog goes potty, you take him to it, say no one time, take it Bichon Frises evidently are extremely hard headed and difficult to follow according to train ___ ___ ___ 0 ___ ___ 0 The next item of interest is grooming, Bichon Frises have two coats, the under coat and the outer coat. to the book and a fact that I can verify. The under coat is very fluffy and soft, while the outer coat is wirey, kinda like a pigs hair. Bic hon frises do not shed and are good pets for people with allergies or breathing disorders.
That way they do not get matted which makes grooming a pain every day, the it say # 39; s once every few days, but it & # 39; Was I surprised, his skin was pink with little black spots and in the neck for you and none to pleasant for the dog. The next area of training was riding in the car. Reverting to the old ways, I put Bubba in the car next to me, started it up and away we went. Everything was great for about a quarter of a mile. Then like a cat throwing up a hair ball, he heaved and then screw-up, not on the floor board, not on the seat, on me.
Needless to say I consulted, "The Book". Bichon Frises are very sensitive, you take them out and sit in the car with them to let them get used to being in the vehicle, after about three or four days of this, several times Step three, several times a day for three to four days you take short on a day, you graduate to step two. Again you sit them in the car but now you start the engine, again for several times a day for three or four days. After three weeks Bubba did not throw-up any more and enjoys going with me in the car. Now whenever I go he jumps into the car, sets and waits for me to get in and put my seatbelt on, and as I start the car he lays down next to me with his head on my thigh or hanging over the edge of the seat and stays there until the car stops.
BUBBA & # 39; S FIRST TRAGEDY
She would sit in her chair and throw. Where ever she was or where ever in the house she went, Bubba was there, My mother 's condition worsened, the cancer had spread through her body, and I'm afraid of being hurt. there was nothing further the doctor 'could you except give pain relief.
At this point I had moved into the house, and slept in my Mother & # 39; s Bubba knew something was wrong and he began distancing himself from my Mother and began spending more and more time with me. At bed time He would lie next to my Mother in her hospital bed while she petted him.
He knows this bothered my mother, but she was a strong woman and concerned more with Bubba & encourage Bubba and encourage him to be with me. As she got worse Bubba would spend less and less time with her, it seemed to bother him, and he Bubba would dutifully lie down next to her every night at bed time and let her pet him for awhile before he would leave her and jump in bed with me. I will see the worry and fear there, but also the duty he felt he owed her. The day she passed away Bubba refused to go into her bedroom, as family member & # 39; s arrived Bubba withdrew, and curled up on the couch and slept. Bubba would not go into her bedroom for a week after she pas sed away. when he finally did go into the room with me, it was was reluctantly and he starred at her bed and moved to my side keeping me between the bed and him.
BUBBA & # 39; S NEW HOME
Upon arriving at Bubba & # 39; s new home he was ill at ease. Then he got too close to the But anything, person or animal That was inside the house and got too close to the patio screen door, and met Nala, my old and grumpy, female German Sheppard. Nala would treat small dogs and puppies as her own and would even nurse them. Bubba ran too like he was shot out of a cannon, and Nala continued her side way glance into the living room, Bubba became mind sleeping on top of the bed with us, but at first my wife did not care for it much. Who could blame her, if she was sleep when we went to bed the first thing Bubba wou His preparation was amusing to watch, first he would use his nose and push the Bubba would not let me be more than a foot away from him at any time. He followed me where ever I went, if a door stood between us he would whine for several minutes, lie down facing the door and wait for me to come out.
Before I could reach the front door I would hear his whining, and as I entered the Evenwhere I went, Bubba had to go. If I left him at home he would not have eat or have My wife told he would lie under the dining room table, with his eyes fixed on the front door, and wait anything to do with my wife or kids. I opened the door, pushed Bubba out on to the patio and stand back. Bubba was motionless, tail, ears and head down, fearing the worse.
Nala was not puppy and began grooming him, after several minutes of that Bubba began to sniff her. They soon became friends and would try to play together. Nala was not quite sure how to play with him, she ended Bubba thought it was was great fun and it immediately rush back in at her, ears up, tail curled to his back, standing erect and with a Bubba would jump on her, run at her and bark at her, to got tutored growl bump her with his chest. Being a puppy still, Bubba when play very hard and then suddenly stop, lie down and and it is chained by circles, as was being chased by a monster. be fast sleep depleted of all energy. Bubba has just turned two years old I do not constantly follow me next house, but usually keeps me insight. If I leave the room, does not matter if he was sound sleep or not, after thirty seconds he will come looking for me.
He still loves to play and when he feels it, I have writing a story he is not laying down. If I will not have a play with him, I will not play with him. When this tactic fails, he gets on the back of the couch and intently stares at my hands, glances at my eyes and then continues to stare at When my hands. When he is this to & quot; s hard for me to tell if he is really smart, or really stupid.
If I still have not played with him he will look me straight in the eyes and drop his squeaky toy next to me on the couch. , there 's the ball, let & # 39; s play. At his point he usually wins and the games begin. On the other side of the coin, I & # 39; ve been sick and he will sleep with me on the If you have a refresh to give-a-war and refuse to give up. If you & # 39; He is also the same as he is also the floor he will be sure to put it all four strokes as he runs over you. He will wait till you put it in his mouth, he will slowly take it with his teeth and then run like the wind to a safe place to eat it.
About six months after coming home with me Nala passed away. I could tell Bubba misses her, he would look for her whenever he went into the back yard, all around the house and he would even peer inside her dog house, he has still to Bubba loved it, he would bump her with his chest trying to get her to play, bark at her and run around in ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ 0 friend & # 39; s house. His dog & # 39; s name is fluffy, a mongrel, he is a little bit larger than Bubba, but still a good size for him to play with. Now
Fluffy is a friendly dog and is always excited to see me, he will run and greet me and get a pet and pat and then he ll resume his nap. As soon as we walk in the door and Fluffy comes running I have to grab Babba and pull him of Fluffy, not the actions of a Fu-Fu dog. Well, batting 500, I decided to take him to my As we walked into the back yard, Bubba pulling at his leash and me being dragged to the yard, Bubba came face to face with his Dad. He immediately grew and I want not understand why Bubba attacked. My cousin & # 39; s wife Teresa, the Bichon Frise expert in the family, told me that Bubba was protecting me. I worked, they sniffed each other and then began playing, a I was then able to come back out of the house and play with the dogs without any violent out bursts from Bubba.
It has been just over a year since my mother passed away. It brought back good things and not so good things, at times I would smile, laugh, and I want to dedicate this article to my Mother, Paula G. Davis. We love you and miss you. Bubba is healthy and happy, he is my constant companion and my best friend.
