I said it 8 years ago, when we got Whitby as a pup. No more puppies for me! Now I remember WHY I said it!
Not that I don’t love this little fluff-ball to pieces.
Because I do. Truly, I love him to pieces.
But there is a limit! I hope I haven’t reached it yet, but yesterday I would have sworn I had.
Puppyhood may very well be my downfall.
All I keep thinking of is “How can I get the next year to zoom by real fast so he’s a grown-up-type dog with manners, street-smarts, and fewer bad habits?”
That’s all I need to know – how I can make that happen.
He likes to chew everything.
Every last thing in the house is his favourite thing to chew.
Actually, after reading testimonials online from other puppy-moms, Kip doesn’t chew as much as SOME dogs do – not yet anyway. But he’s only been here a week today – give him time!
For the first week, I had to wait for Paul to return home from fishing in the late afternoon before I could leave to go to my office to drop off and pick up more work. Kip has not been trained, in any sort of way, including crate-trained. He won’t wear a collar or go on a lead, he occasionally piddles and poops (well, only once/twice respectively, so far!) on the dining room rug (which is being rolled up today and stored in the basement until he has learned a few rules around here!). I have to take him outside a bazillion times a day, and sometimes he just sits there on the grass, enjoying the fine day, the birds singing, the trees rustling – thinking that life is good.
I hope his life will be good with us.
I hope I make it thru his puppyhood in one piece.
Oh, his (previous) floppy ear has righted itself and now both ears are pointing straight up to the sky! They are huge, as the pictures here clearly show. He resembles a fox when he is dashing about on the front lawn. Paul plays with them and they get to run around a lot. We haven’t had the time yet to start teaching things.
It’s been hectic this week here, with a parent going to the hospital, and all the accompanying worry that goes along with that, and running around, and accommodating people, and trying to work each day, and keep the dogs happy, and not fighting (puppy-fighting, not serious) and not chewing forbidden parts of the house, and keeping them outside often enough that they don’t permanently soil the floors.
It’s all been just about too much for me this week, and I don’t mind telling you, this next week had better be an improvement. I’ve got Paul on the case of providing some barriers (to keep them either upstairs when I’m up here, or downstairs when I’m down there) and he promised to mow the lawns later today when he returns from work. Having high grass in the front garden doesn’t sit well with my puppers… they don’t like wading thru the high grass, and neither do I.
Lord Give Me Strength!