No, I did not adopt Cubbie from a shelter (but I definitely will for all my future dogs). I am very proud to work with the Cedar Bend Humane Society, but I don’t regret getting Cubbie the way I did. Because I got him, I know he will never end up in a shelter. He’ll always have a good life.
Cubbie was seven weeks old when I took him home. He was very clumsy and sort of wobbled when he walked. I think it was a combination of his back legs not being very strong, and the clumsiness that comes with being a puppy. I love watching puppies run around because inevitably, they’ll wipe out!
It didn’t take long for Cubbie to build up his legs. Soon, he was running EVERYWHERE. But, at two and a half years old, Cubbie can still be clumsy.
My bed is very high. A typical yorkie would not be able to jump up on his/her own. Cubbie, though, isn’t a typical yorkie. He has very long legs, and he can jump. I can’t even describe how high he jumps. It’s ridiculous, especially when he wants something. But, every once in a while he jumps too early to get on the bed and kind of runs into it. He falls backwards on the floor, but he always gets back up and tries again. Sometimes his front paws make it on the bed, and you can see he’s trying to hold on but can’t.
The other night we were playing with a frisbee. Cubbie had the frisbee in his mouth and tried to jump up on the couch. Well, the frisbee is pretty big in his little mouth, so the frisbee ran into the couch and knocked him down.
A large part of my house is hardwood floors. Cubbie likes to run… fast. He loves to be chased. I take full blame for ruining him of ever understanding the concept of fetch. As a puppy, I would chase him as a game instead of teaching him to fetch. Now, he only wants to be chased! I will chase him around the dining room table, and he’ll try to run so fast he reminds me of the Flintstones. Similar to when Fred is trying to get the car moving. Other times, I’ll throw his toy and he’ll try to stop but can’t so he runs into the wall. He never seems phased.
When I’m going to be gone for more than a few hours, I put Cubbie in the basement. My dad built him a play area with toys and a dog bed and he has food and water. It’s actually nice for a basement. When I come home from work, I let Cubbie out right away. He’s so excited to see me (and needs to go to the bathroom), he runs up the stairs. The stairs have linoleum on them, so every once in awhile he slips and rams his head into the next step.
I think one of the most memorable moments is a story my friend told me while dog sitting Cubbie. Cubbie was in the backyard, so my friend opened the door to let him in. Apparently at the same time Cubs was chasing a rabbit. My friend opened the door, saw a rabbit run past and watched Cubbie run into the door.
I think the moral of this story is that Cubbie needs to SLOW DOWN! Yeah right! He loves speed, so I guess he’ll always have his “Clumsy Cubbie” moments.
Posted under Cubbie stories
This post was written by dwagner on March 31, 2009