Jingo

Hi!  Is that for me?I originally posted this in 2008. Yesterday nearly 5 1/2 years later, we had to set Jingo free. 

Just 2 days after being diagnosed with bone cancer, Jingo is free at the Rainbow Bridge running care-free and picking up sticks and rocks as he pleases!  I’m sure his favorite toy, a giant blue ball that we bought for him, is with him also!  Rest peacefully, my faithful friend, until we meet again!

I’d like to introduce you to Jingo, my blue Weimaraner.

 Jingo has a special story. 
In March of 2004 we were approached by our trainer about a very young blue Weimaraner who needed a new home.  He was only 18 mos old.  He was going to be put down.  In 2 weeks.

We agreed to meet him, and his owners and see if he would blend into our family of a pair (brother and sister, but not litter mates) of grey Weimaraners.   Now there has been years of debate about blue Weims as opposed to the traditional grey.  I’m not going to get into that, I have my opinion…

Well the good news was that, indeed, he got along with our dogs–rather, he ignored them.  And us.  We figured this was fine, and that within a short time he would get on just fine.  The bad news was that his owners didn’t tell us the whole story. 

As time went on, we learned that he had been neglected.  He had never been socialized, or trained.  He had been a gift from a husband to a wife in an effort to ‘fill the hole’ of not having another child.  Big mistake.  She didn’t want a puppy she wanted another baby.  So she resented the puppy.  She ignored him, crated him way too much and then got upset when he jumped on her, or her 4 yr old son.  She did get pregnant again, and at 8 mos along decided that having a 65 lb dog jump on her was not a good idea.  So she put her foot down: either the dog went or she went.  The husband was broken hearted.  He had bonded with the dog but wasn’t home enough to make a difference.  So he went looking for a new home for his beloved pet. 

Enter us into the story.  We wanted to know everything.  They told us that he hadn’t been trained, and because of that he really didn’t do well on a leash.  They said he liked people, but he was a little shy in the beginning.  They told us he was fine.  They lied.

On the first night, he went around the house and collected all the dog toys and put them on HIS bed.  He claimed the living room, the kitchen and the dining room. I couldn’t get him to go upstairs, so at bed time, I crated him and slept on the couch next to him.  I had no idea what he was used to, and I wasn’t about to take a chance that during the night he would destroy something precious.  Needless to say neither of us got much sleep that night! 

On the third day with us, my in-laws came for a visit.  My father-in-law rang the doorbell and walked in the house.  Big mistake.  Jingo (who’s name was Griffin) froze.  He didn’t bark, he didn’t even growl.  He froze, ears down, tail down, head down, eyes fixed.  Anyone who knows about dogs knows this posture and knows that it means only one thing:  don’t move or I am going to attack.  I eventually crated him, and by the end of the visit, he was resting his chin on my father-in-law’s lap.  But I learned a very valuable lesson.  He had no idea how to deal with strangers.

A few weeks went by and things were not getting better.  Oh sure, he was fine with the dogs, but heaven forbid he should get something in his mouth!  He wouldn’t let go!  Going for walks was horrid!  He would turn on the ‘stick radar’ and for the whole walk be scanning left, right, left, right…weaving along…looking for a stick, or a rock, or something to carry around.  Finally I bought a rubber stick thinking that would help.  It didn’t.

We started him in doggie day care.  He would spend the ENTIRE time, 9-10 hrs, pacing around the room.  No interaction with other dogs, NO interaction with people.  I started to get worried.  I had conversations with the vet, the trainers, friends, owners of the training center.  The vet wanted to put him on Prozac.  Trouble is they don’t know how to wean dogs off that stuff so I wasn’t ready for a lifetime of that.  One of the trainers suggested Benedryl.   Just to take the edge off.  So we did.  We used it before training classes, before and during doggie daycare days.  We started to see a change.  He was becoming more relaxed, better able to focus on us and learn to trust us. 

Fast forward to present.  Jingo, renamed since we just couldn’t make Griffin work for us, is now a well adjusted love.  He does sometimes have issues with meeting new people, but he has shown me that he does trust me, and that he will respond to me when he needs to.  He is the most loving and affectionate dog in our pack.  Everyone who meets them goes away saying that Jingo is their favorite.  He has a fabulous sense of humor, and is as playful as a puppy prancing around the kitchen when he thinks he’s going for a ride in the car!

He does, however, have one small problem:

Darn it.  Caught.

 

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9 thoughts on “Jingo

  1. Vicki Miller says:

    I am so glad Jingo has re adjusted to you family. It is so sad when these dogs are ill treated, as they are one of the most loving breeds there is. I have one he has just turned 1 year old. He hates being on his own when we’re at work. But we make it up to him by taking him running with us at night which he loves.

  2. lori says:

    Hey Vicki! Thanks for stopping by. I just visited your site and your pup is beautiful! I’ve not had the pleasure of seeing the long tail as mine were all cropped just after birth. Not sure I would do that again given the choice..but i didn’t know then what I know now!

    Your information is all very good on your site. It’s so important I think to get the information out there. Jingo is the way he is because the people who got him had NO idea what they were getting into. But I love Jingo because of his quirky behavior! He keeps me on my toes!

    We crate our dogs when we are not at home. My female, Spirit, suffers from separation anxiety much more than the boys. I can’t leave her at home alone AT ALL. But we have worked it out and she is just fine! My dogs all play flyball and agility. They are fabulous at both! I am amazed at how much fun they have too!

    Stop by again soon!

  3. Liz says:

    That last picture is classic!!!!

  4. 4urpets says:

    I am glad that story had a happy ending. Great post.

  5. lori says:

    Hehehe…I heard a weird noise coming from the kitchen…I went in to find him that way! I keep thinking the bubble over his head says something like “Oh darn! Caught again!”

  6. Janna says:

    aww what a cute dog!!! such a cute story about him too!

  7. tam says:

    That is a hysterically funny picture Lori!

  8. lori says:

    Hi 4urpets! Thanks for stopping by and thanks for the comment!

    Love your little ones! Before we got our Weimaraners, I really, really, really wanted a Chihuahua…I had a name picked out too…and don’t laugh because I’m fairly sure there are some out there with this name…TacoBelle. I just thought it was cute! But my husband insisted that if we were going to get a dog, it was going to be a DOG. So here I am now with 3 Weimies and loving every minute of it!

    Congrats on the first place finish too!

  9. lori says:

    Tam…that’s maboy!!

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