Apr 15th, 2009
My talented little golden fuzzball
Dogs are one of the most common animals kept as pets. Calling my entire family dog lovers is perhaps the greatest understatment of the century, not that I’m exaggerating of course. Ever since I was born two decades ago, at any point in time, there will always be at least a dog at home vying with me for the couch or for the adults’ attention.
Therefore, it was definitely no surprise when Jonus joined the family eight months ago. It was definitely a joy watching the little two month old golden retriever trot around the house, curious about everything that the world has to offer, sniff and attempt to lick anything along the way, and then fall into a deep slumber after acting cute and being cuddled by all.
Life is never so perfect ain’t it? Now, to the downside. Although my family has been keeping dogs for the longest time, this is indeed the first time what we are keeping a puppy this young. Most of the dogs that we have kept were usually given or strays. Horrors of horrors, we seemed to be blinded by the extremely cute, innocent face and it slipped our mind that this gold fuzzball actually answers nature calls. We woke up to find the entire house in a state of disarray, with the grandmother thinking that the house had been broken into while we were sleeping. However, we came to a conclusion that thieves dont have that much time to poo and pee anywhere in the house while carrying out a break in. OF course, the dog got an earful from all of us that day.
Astonishingly, from that day onwards, Jonus never urinate nor defaecate anywhere again, apart from the potty pen that he was given. At only three months, he was able to decipher the right from the wrong and followed instructions. Compare that to the same three month old infant boy who can ’shoot’ in mummy’s face. Who says that language is always a barrier? Sometimes I really wonder if dogs are really smarter than humans. Operant learning I call it.
Jonus never fails to amuse us as he grows each day. One day, I was washing the dustpan with a hose in the garden. Jonus, was as usual, being his happy self basking in the sun. What happened the next day shocked us greatly. The moment I wanted to wash the same dustpan with the hose, Jonus ran over and peed in it, and it has never stopped since then. Till this day, he only pees and poos in the dustpan, in the garden. He probably saw the jet of water from the hose on that particular day and thought that it was right to do his business in the dustpan. Not like we are complaining of course. Having the entire house, including the kitchen smell like the zoo isn’t exactly very appetizing.
I’m so proud of this talent that is unique to my little one and watches in fascination and awe as he grows each day. Ok, now I sound like a mother.
Jonus then and now…
References
- The domestic dog by James Serpell via Google book search
- American Kennel Club https://www.akc.org/breeds/golden_retriever/index.cfm
- www.thegoldenretrieverclub.co.uk/









