There is just something special about kids and pets — the bonding, companionship and even early training in empathy. Here is how some parents have started teaching their very young children to act around the family pet.
Gentle With Pets
A year ago, my husband brought home a German Shepherd puppy. Our kids were thrilled. My husband and I realized almost immediately that we would have to train our 13-month-old son to be gentle with the puppy. Here's what worked:
Scheduled petting times. During our son's calmer moments, such as first thing in the morning, we sat down with him and the puppy and helped him practice slow, gentle petting. Our toddler (and the puppy) still got lots of rambunctious playtime, but not together.
Taking away a privilege. We emphasized to our kids that caring for an animal is a privilege. If our son pulled the puppy's tail or was too rough, we made him sit down and wait until he could play with her calmly. He learned that mistreating an animal was not allowed.
Setting an example. We showed our son how to treat an animal in the proper way by allowing him to help us feed, walk and bathe our puppy.
Baby-Proof Your Pet
Beginning crawlers are naturally curious, and pets are just the right height to pull, poke and push. If Fido spent many years without this kind of interaction, his response may not be cute or harmless.
For several years, my wife enjoyed roughhousing with our beagle. But with a baby on the way, we had to retrain Blaze to not respond when physically provoked. With plenty of treats and verbal praise, our dog learned not to growl when prodded or pushed.
More pet safety tips:
• Introduce pets to your baby only when you can supervise.
• Designate an area, such as the nursery, as a pet-free zone.
• Keep your baby and pet toys separate to prevent jealousy.
Feed the pet
Give your child a measuring cup and show him how much food to put in Rover's bowl. Then help your son fill the water bowl as well. Because he can't yet reach the sink on his own, he can fill a cup with water and transfer it to the dish. When he sees Rover chowing down on the food, praise your child for taking care of his pet.
— Abigail Cleveland
Our Hamster, Sadie, Disappeared
Our hamster, Sadie, disappeared.
I gathered my detective gear and examined the cat. She was a stray — shady and unknown — but her teeth were clean. Next came the dog. He thought I was playing and licked my face. My last suspect was 3-year-old Amanda, who had a rap sheet a mile long.
“Did you take Sadie out of her cage?” I asked.
“Tomorrow. When’s my birthday, Mommy?” Her evasive tactics were adorable.
I wrote my report, stamped it closed and stuck it into an overflowing file marked “pet disasters.” But that afternoon as I heard a scratch above the kitchen sink, I switched from detective to search and rescue. I called pest control, and they told me to set out traps, because if she died in the walls, which was inevitable, the stench would be horrendous.
I was unwilling to kill Sadie, so our hamster scratched all evening, and we talked to her through the wall. “Come out, Sadie. We love you!”
That night I awoke to Amanda’s wails. “Who’s doing that?” she cried with her eyes still shut. A scratch came from inside the wall just above her head.
“It’s Sadie,” I whispered. “She’s saying goodnight.”
“Goo’night, Sadie,” Amanda replied drowsily.
A day later, the scratching stopped. All that was left was to wait for the smell.
Then from nowhere, Sadie suddenly dashed across the floor, followed by our dog. I switched from search and rescue to animal control and yanked the dog back to free the rodent. Our hamster didn’t move. The dog strained against my grasp, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the cat moving in. I lunged toward the hamster, simultaneously with the cat and dog. Sadie jumped up and disappeared into a hidden corner hole. The three of us landed in a heap on the floor. As the dog and cat slammed into the wall to get Sadie, I decided to close the case, again.
We periodically have Sadie-alarm drills, to be prepared in case she darts back into our lives; next time, we’ll be ready. Meanwhile, Amanda kisses the wall above her bed each night and says, “Goo’night, Sadie.” And that’s enough for my 3-year-old.