It’s been a really long time since I’ve had a puppy. I said in my last post that most of our family pets were strays and orphans and that meant mostly older pooches. This one named Polly is ten weeks old. Small. Wrinkly. Velvety ears and nose. Really just the kind of thing that melts your face off when she stares deeply into your soul. And she pees and poops every commercial break of any television show I could ever possibly want to watch.
I can tell you things are getting better since my first post. The husband has done a one-eighty and completely fallen in love with her. My daughter and son are managing better now that I’ve given them some tools to avoid play that quickly turns too rough. “DOWN” and “OW” are working like magic charms. Ladybug and Trevor have more fun in the back yard with the doofus dog than all the hula-hoops and jump-ropes combined and I found the miracle “pacifier” for puppies that keeps her busy for just long enough for me to make dinner/post on my blog/fold laundry. Those chewy bone thingies. Yeah. I’m pretty sure that’s the official name for them.
And she’s responding to the word “No” surprisingly. Which I can’t even say I’ve successfully gotten Sam to do on a consistent basis in the past (almost) two years. She folds her ears back and walks away from whatever I “no” her about. I think she might even be smart? Once our fence is put up next week, she’ll be spending more precious time in the hot green grass with my other pooches. Everyone will love that, no?
And since she is still small enough to fit in my bathroom sink, I gave her a wash last night with my coconut shampoo. Then she slept on JG’s neck. And the two harmonized their snoring. It was precious. (sorta)
So. If you were worried about me, thanks. I think we might make it. I just can’t promise I won’t be posting I-HATE-PUPPIES updates intermittently when she finds new ways to annoy me. For now, she’s not such a handful as I first thought.