It occured to me today that Korea is perhaps not the best enviornment to raise a dog in. Aside from the fact that they eat dogs (yea, seriously, NOT a joke) the whole stigma I see when I'm out and about with the little guy is that at any minute he's going to break out of his leash, run towards small children, and devour them.
Asher is now 5 months old. He's still a bit small, but he's a spunky little guy who has a lot of energy. He gets about 3 walks a day, around an hour each. He's got a play area in the apartment, toys, food, and he's healthy, happy, and spoiled. He's been socialized with people, and does great with them. I found the only patch of grass in this city, and he rocks out on it every day with his squeaky ball.
The only thing I wish I could do is to socialize him with other animals. The only real dogs I see around here are the ones chained to gas stations. They are big, nasty, and MEAN. I walk Asher by the station once a day and the two dogs go absolutely crazy. I don't blame him for not being excited to meet dogs.
I took him to the vet last week for his shots, and as I walked in, three little dogs came running around the corner. They were all about half the size of my dog, and he immediatley ran between my legs and looking at me like "Mom, they are going to EAT me!" when all they wanted to do was play.
Every time I see a dog walking on the street I try to let Asher sniff and see what's going on, and he's getting a little bit better. But with every step forward you take two steps back...
We were walking tonight, and down the side of the road wanders a cat. Mind you, the car never saw Asher, never changed it's pace, and never even noticed anything. And this dog, he completely freaked out, stopped in his tracks, and would not BUDGE.
Nobody likes a sissy.
Asher is now 5 months old. He's still a bit small, but he's a spunky little guy who has a lot of energy. He gets about 3 walks a day, around an hour each. He's got a play area in the apartment, toys, food, and he's healthy, happy, and spoiled. He's been socialized with people, and does great with them. I found the only patch of grass in this city, and he rocks out on it every day with his squeaky ball.
The only thing I wish I could do is to socialize him with other animals. The only real dogs I see around here are the ones chained to gas stations. They are big, nasty, and MEAN. I walk Asher by the station once a day and the two dogs go absolutely crazy. I don't blame him for not being excited to meet dogs.
I took him to the vet last week for his shots, and as I walked in, three little dogs came running around the corner. They were all about half the size of my dog, and he immediatley ran between my legs and looking at me like "Mom, they are going to EAT me!" when all they wanted to do was play.
Every time I see a dog walking on the street I try to let Asher sniff and see what's going on, and he's getting a little bit better. But with every step forward you take two steps back...
We were walking tonight, and down the side of the road wanders a cat. Mind you, the car never saw Asher, never changed it's pace, and never even noticed anything. And this dog, he completely freaked out, stopped in his tracks, and would not BUDGE.
Nobody likes a sissy.
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