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Last but not least: Sally.

Sally came in a very sad moment. Mafalda was dead by 15 days. I tried to dull the pain away but nothing could appease the immense sadness, at times I felt like if I can not breathe.

I saw in that period, in fb photos of Clara Chiarini, Leonberger breeder in the province of Bologna, and his dogs. I was in love with a big face that had the name "Always." I thought one day I would love to have her puppies. So I called Clara Always ask when would the puppies and she said that Always was still small and that I had to wait about 2 years for her puppies. I told her to Mafy, my other leonberger and she has been affected by my story. I obviously failed all my remarks about the personal Carpani. I simply tell the story of my leo, stimulated by questions.

At the end of the phone call she confides: she too has suffered a loss of her "boyfriend" Finnish (she is happily married to a wonderful husband and have a beautiful daughter). It was his dog, Baloo, the dog that was his soul, died of a stomach torsion in 2 years!

He said that for her the birth of Cookie and Cake was his salvation. She was determined to keep that if I wanted Cake Cookie and she would be happy to give it to me. I when I saw the photos I had admired her cubs but who had appealed to me was Cake.

I asked why he had decided to keep Cookie and she told me she preferred it because it was more communicative than that Cake was more introverted. Then at that moment, my smile is off. I told her thank you, but I already had Oscar as introverted dog and honestly prefer the "communicative" ...

To which she said: "Well, if you still want to get a ride around here six welcome. You look like you look like the cubs, you know Always in person and if you decide not to take Cake you will still seen in person ... Always. "

So Wednesday, April 8 Lori and I we took the car and went to Bologna, unbeknownst Hector, who was at work, just to "see." I had no expectations. I told Lori, "Let us be guided by events. We do not force anything ... "

When we arrived at the home of Clara and Gabriel, both breeders and veterinarians, we have welcomed the leo adults and then as tail lights also came the two" girls "Cookie and Cake. I bent down, spreading his arms. Cookie has stopped about two feet, she turned and went away. Cake I flew to arm licking his face. The choice was made. Lori has made a symbolic picture: I was in their garden, Clara I wanted to show his other animal and Cake (Sally) followed me to the foot like a dog ....

mutual love at first sight. Sally was very good during the "long" journey home. Initially, I did become familiar with the smells of the garden, taking the other dogs at home for the first ten minutes, during which she ate, drank and peed. Then, one by one they came out to meet her. Wallace seemed to have lost his head, was overjoyed. It seemed his soul, made her play, and always made her win. In the tug of war was left to pull that money, soccer, looking like those fathers who shamelessly pretend to lose a confrontation with the children of two years, which, after "winning" become more senior ... at least three meters in the ego.

And she with them, especially with Wallace has always acted a diva. She arrives, does what he wants, and invites them to play the game stops at will.

My dogs eat each in his own bowl, but all at once, in the kitchen, and everyone respects the bowl of the other: when you stop eating each approaches the door, waiting for me to make them leave. All with the calm and placid typical of leonberger (except Tobias continues to devour his food).

Sally Tobias exceeds the voracity with one goal: to finish his first baby food to go and eat that of others. And others, when you make a bully and is interfering with their muzzles on their bowl, let it do, indeed, moving it more comfortable.

I always read that you should avoid interfering in hierarchies, but this attitude of Sally bothered me a lot, because in that way was in danger of eating too much!

So I used a trick: to have more control over Sally, rather than yank it away from the other bowls, after she had finished her food, I decided to prolong the waiting time for Sally: when others are already half-bowl, enabling it to begin to eat. Stretching the waiting times I got that she eats more calmly, because in any case, has seen from experience that when you cast them in the bowls of the other, they had already finished ...

But Sally is imposed on them often. If you are in the bathroom with me then that becomes his territory, and if she enters another dog growls and shows his teeth. Should I intervene? I for now I could stop saying "Hey!". She looks at me with his head down, up and down and stops. I've been wrong to intervene?

When we are at the table she is more disciplined. It is never to beg for food. He is lying under the table or next to one of our chairs, always lying. If a dog approaches the table with his nose, after hearing me say that, "Wallace, via the nose off the table!" she jumps out and grabs you like a hyena on the cheek dragging it away. He took it as a mission. And now, whenever that happens, she yells at them and then gets back under the table. When can I play in advance and say "Thank you Sally, but I'll see!" but are sometimes turned to the stove and I do not understand. I understand the outburst of Sally.
It 'attitude that I have to respect, also because of the heat (which will now be next), so as not to inhibit its defenses against the attraction will inevitably on them? Or are you exaggerating? Hector and Lorena scold, when he does that. I'm just looking for now.

I really like the character of Sally, also because it reminds me of Mafalda ... she was a "Comandini ...

But Sally is still young ... so young can one be the head of the group? The pressing question was rather unpleasant and even devouring the sofas and chairs (not to mention the endless flip-flops, lovely soft ...) by Sally. I had assumed it could be separation anxiety, because the greatest damage had occurred when Hector and I were at sea and the dogs were under the care of Lorraine, who is delightful in all respects, but has great difficulty to be taken seriously, by dogs. Then I abandoned the idea that it could be separation anxiety destroy things because sometimes even before our eyes: I was ironing, she took a strip of the Lori's room and came close to gnaw at my feet. In these circumstances I do not scold, I take his game, I invite you to leave what he has in the mouth of the "wrong" and do the "right" thing. I do not like shouting, ever. I like it even less with the dogs. In my opinion they know that doing so on the rare times that I raise my voice to say that it is serious!

And if it were boring? Maybe he wanted to quit rather than do some mental activity ... The problem was that all this mess of things from her destroyed took place between July and August, just when it was hard to breathe ....

Fortunately, now has lost the habit destruction. The leadership ability of males, that has not lost ...