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Note:  At the bottom of this article I have a video of teaching these commands.  In the video I am working with Fragoso (later named Charlie), from the January 2013 litter of "Great Labenees" puppies. Passepartout.      There aren't too many animals cuter than a puppy.  I mean, look at the photo!  It is all too easy to fall in love with one, and buy it simply because it's cute, and hilarious to watch.  But once you bring him (or her) home, the work begins. Socializing Emaline with the puppies.      First, to have a good dog, he must be socialized.  Basically, this is gently and carefully exposing him to new people, places, animals, and things, and teaching him to respond properly, without fear or aggression.  The goal is to teach him to accept new things, and to be a friendly dog.  Once you begin other basic training, you can also use these scenarios to teach him to obey under pressure.  (For example, have him sit and stay near a new dog, before

     Inez is expecting again!*  We now have another litter due the third week of January.       The puppies will be available for sale/ adoption to good homes when they are eight weeks old.  I will post on here and advertise them when they are born.  If you would like to contact me now about one, please do.  If you have questions about them, please email me ( chickenscrapsblog@gmail.com ) or text 352-seven four five-3576.  Asking $210 per puppy, cash only please.      If you are interested in a puppy, email me, and I will send you an application form, or you can go to it  here .  My goal is to find all of our puppies good, responsible, forever homes where they will be properly loved, cared for and trained.  So many people simply buy a puppy because it's cute, and then discover that puppies are a lot of work, and are mischievous little rascals.  So please, if you think you want one of our pups because it's cute and you like dogs, re-evaluate your priorities.  It t

Update:  Both kids have been sold. Jolly,  buckling Holly- Doeling (Sold) 4:30 AM, December 19th.  My alarm woke me up with its insistent chiming.  I hastily silenced it, then jumped out of bed.  After dressing, I stepped out the back door to go check on Mabel, who was due to kid several days before.  As I walked to the electrical outlet near the pump to turn on the barn lights (which was Christmas lights we had strung around the stall), I heard Mabel bleating, grunting, and "talking" in the barn.  Right away I knew something was different.  That was not her usual long-drawn "Maaaaaw!"  I called to her and ran.  (I know that may sound a little silly, but I wanted to make sure she wasn't having complications or something.)      She kept on "talking" and grunting.  I had to run around to the far side of the stall to see into it.  Needless to say, I was on pins and needles, even though it took only a few seconds.  I reached the