Thursday, July 16, 2015
there's some training going on but I'm not sure who's on the receiving end
It's been a long time since I had a puppy. This little thing is funny, energetic, fearful, uppity, timid, brave, exuberant, sweet, happy, so smart, and runs like the wind (it's a good thing she wants to be here because there is no way I can catch her even now when she is running full on). She's learning that you don't bark at the cat or even get too close. The cat on the other hand seems to be adjusting. Her panties aren't completely untwisted but I think she's getting there.
She has been here just over a week now. Still working on the no biting thing, well, no biting people thing, she has plenty of toys and chew sticks to bite, and the house training. She's good during the day as I take her outside often but she is still unreliable at night. She sits with us during the day and evening but she's good about sleeping in her bed all night though she has definitely had an effect on what time of the morning we rise and that doesn't mean we're getting more sleep.
She got her first visit to the vet, who says she may be full blooded rat terrier or possibly some chihuahua in the mix and his best guess as to her age is 10 – 12 weeks, this week which started out fine and dandy as the techs were just all over her with hugs and kisses and then they put us in an exam room to wait for the doc which was all fine too while she explored the room until a dog in the back started crying and yelping and screaming bloody murder (they had to do a blood draw I found out later), then the little Minnie dog wanted to sit on my head let's go let's go let's go!!! NOW!
She climbed up and rode on my shoulders between the back of my neck and the seat back on the ride home. Then she had to be strongly coaxed out of the garage the rest of the day because...the car. So yesterday I took her for a car ride with no destination.
Today I'm packing for a week away with the girlfriends. Canada this year. Tomorrow evening the puppy goes to spend the night with my sister and her two little dogs and we must get up at the butt crack of dawn to get me to the airport an hour and a half away in time for my 8:55AM flight as we don't want to leave her in the house alone yet. More trauma. Then it's Marc and the puppy and the cat on their own for a week.
“Just call me Ringleader,” he says.