Awwww…..a puppy!!!!
Could they be any cuter? They pee on everything and chew on everything in sight. How cute is that? Not to mention how enjoyable it is to take them out to pee in the middle of the night, in the freezing temperatures, in a foot of snow, in your pajamas. How great is that? Don’t get me wrong. I know that most puppies grow up to be amazing, obedient, wonderful dogs. I lived through proof of that with 3 other dogs. It’s just that I don’t find the puppy stage enjoyable at all. In fact our newly acquired, 10 pound little dynamo leaves a path of destruction wherever she goes, and I find it far from adorable. How great would it be if we could pack up our new little canine friends and send them off to Puppy camp? They would come home a month later, completely potty trained, obedient, and capable of doing some amazing tricks. Instead, here I am, trapped in reality, running behind her with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of “Natures Miracle,” cleaning up little puppy messes here and there. My days off consist of washing throw rugs, mopping floors, and using my CSI skills to determine what the newly chewed up item is, and whether or not it belongs to anything important. Has there been ANY improvement? Absolutely! I only have to use the cleaning products twice a day instead of ten. So there is hope! Is she adorable? Absolutely! Especially when I catch her gnawing on the legs of my dining room furniture, a pair of $100 shoes, or shredding an entire roll of toilet paper all over the house. It’s especially adorable when she pulls random items out of the laundry hamper and chews holes in them. And Yes! She does have plenty of toys. In fact she has an entire basket of them, loaded to the brim. However, she is completely content to chew up the basket instead.
Another adorable thing about her is that she’s a bully. Although affectionate with her human counterparts, when it comes to canine playtime, she’s a 100 pound pit pull in the body of a 10 pound Boston terrier. She has the face of an angel, but the teeth of a piranha. She loves to rough house with our 60 pound Boxer. However, it usually turns violent. The only one crying in pain is the Boxer. She can come out of a 15 minute brawl completely unscathed. The Boxer on the other hand is another story. Scattered scratches and bite marks all over his abdomen, and a bloody ear later, he’s throwing up the white flag and headed for the safety of our bed. Fortunately, she hasn’t figured out how to get up there just yet. And the most amazing part about her is that she is capable of knowing the ”exact” moment that the baby is asleep. That’s when she starts in on her whining, barking, and other loud behaviors, especially when she doesn’t get her way. It’s like having another toddler in the house.
But I must say despite her many annoyances, like a wart, she is growing on me. At night when she’s sleeping, and laying still, and not biting, or chewing, or peeing, she is pretty cute. The fact that this little gal snores like a 300 pound man with sleep apnea, is actually kind of adorable. And despite the fact that for 16 hours a day, I want to kill her (or drop her off at PAWS), I do love this adorable little puppy for a brief, 8 hour stretch. And as she curls up next to me at bedtime, lays her head on my chest, and starts in with her obnoxious snoring, I know she loves me too.
Best Wishes for a happy day!
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