Today is Vixen's first birthday! It's hard to believe she's a year old already, especially since she's only been with us for eight months. Here's a video of her playing with her litter mates while she still lived in Oregon with Dana.
We tried to get a video of her playing last night, but she wasn't interested. I wanted to show you this cute thing we had her doing the other day with Brooskey's new squeaky football toy. Chris was squeaking it at her and she would make this noise that started out as a growl and would morph into a whiny yelp. It's impossible to describe; we really have to catch it on video one of these days. She makes the same kinds of noises when she and I play: I'll get her riled up by tickling her or blowing raspberries on her belly, or by playing peekaboo behind the loveseat, and she'll start jumping back and forth at me with that same growl. If you've ever seen the movie Puppet Master, think of the cowboy puppet and the little sinister laugh he had - it sounds just like it. And as she gets more and more wound up, those growls turn into high pitched screeches like you'd expect from a little monkey. It really is the funniest thing in the world. I promise I will keep trying to get it on video!
We've done a lot less training with her than we have with Brooskey, but she still is much better behaved. In fact, when Brooskey takes off with something he's not supposed to have, Vixen goes right after him, growling and barking at him as if telling him to drop it! We're still struggling with housebreaking, mainly because she just doesn't know to tell us when she needs to go. When we take her out, she goes, because she knows that's where she's supposed to do it. But if she has to go again later on, she just finds a spot out of sight and goes. But we keep trying, and keep taking her out as often as we can, and I know she'll get it eventually. She does know how to sit, what "off" means, "come here", "come up" (to get her to jump up on the couch or loveseat so I can pick her up or put her harness on), "get back" (away from the door when someone is coming in or out)... and goes to her crate when we say "bed time" or "go to bed". She knows what "leave it" and "drop it" mean as well; she just doesn't always feel like listening!