That’s his name. Seriously. He’s been registered with that name. And if you could lift off our roof and look at our house with a satellite, you’d see a white blurry figure eight in our living room. That’s him. Snowball. Running. We’ve been told it’s a normal mental issue for a Bichon Frise. They have to run and run and run and run… You’ve never experienced a dog running until you’ve been part of the race track. Paws suddenly appearing and disappearing on your chest as he turns a corner by the couch. He still does that. It’s part of him. But he doesn’t keep growling and barking at the neighbors. He also sits and stays like he’s told. He used to not. “Sit” and “stay” used to be trigger words for his figure eight racing.
He’s still a puppy, but he’s a puppy with training. That training came from a woman known as “Foxy” on the Maysville, KY BBS. She responded to my plea for help and came over to our house to meet Mr. Chance. Within 5 minutes he understood that she was the “alpha” of the pack. Within 5 minutes, he was jumping through hoops (not literally) to do what she wanted him to do. Within 5 minutes he was better trained than he had been in 5 months. You may have heard of the “Dog Whisperer”, well, we have our own here in Maysville, KY. Her name is “Foxy” and her rates are reasonable and her dog training skills are excellent.
Seriously, I have never seen someone gain control of a dog and teach others to gain control of a dog in such a professional and efficient manner. I’m quite proud of Snowball for what he learned and how he’s been doing since her visit. I think Nanny McPhee couldn’t have done better.
So, if you live in Kentucky on the northeastern end, not too far southeast of Cincinnati, Ohio, and you’ve got yourself a figure eight permanently etched in your carpet and on your chest, there is someone to call for help. Find her on the Maysville, KY BBS. She goes by “Foxy” and she has years of experience with dogs.
(This post has been made under the heading “Father” because I’m one of those weird people that considers my dog as one of my children. I may be insane, but at least I have a fluffball that makes me feel good about myself every once in a while. Well, at least I feel needed as part of his racetrack. That’s got to be worth something.)