Is it even possible that I am sore all over from getting a puppy? It’s not like I carried him around all day. I only carried him around part of the day. But tailing him throughout the entire house all afternoon trying to catch him in the act of peeing on the floor is exhausting.
For over a week I have had this grand plan that I would pick up my ten-week old puppy and immediately embark on a training program that would make him the envy of all the other dogs in the neighborhood. I might have to scale back my expectations just slightly.
As of ten-thirty Saturday night, we are hit or miss on the potty training. The wood floors were a hit, and the grass was a miss. I did actually get him to go outside several times, but if the state of my paper towels is any indication (I’ve gone through an entire roll of the quicker picker uppers) we have a lot of work to do.
I feel as if it may be a very long night!
On the other hand, he is just about the sweetest puppy ever. After less than a few hours in the house, he was coming to his name, the other dogs had accepted him into the family, and the ninja kitty carefully stalked him while keeping a safe distance from the intruder. Joey was kind enough to share one of his stuffed toys (he drew the line at sharing his tennis balls) and Cybil has allowed him to move about the house freely. So he is definitely one of the family—and all things considered, he still pees on the floor less than Cybil, the geriatric incontinent Labrador.
We named the puppy Indiana Jones—Indy for short—and he is already living up to his name. He is quite the adventurer, as his birth family had informed me and I have now witnessed on my own. There are a lot of things I never would have noticed that Indy has discovered on his archaeological digs. It took me two hours to figure out how the Swiffer pad kept coming off the Swiffer wet jet. Indy had pulled it off. The Swiffer is now put away. I may have to puppy proof a little more tomorrow.
For now, I need to grab a nap while the puppy is sleeping. He will probably get me up a few times in the night to “go out”. Which roughly translates to, I will be standing in the yard watching him sniff the grass and chase the crickets and then cleaning up the mess on my floor.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a new baby…or a new puppy for that matter…I had forgotten how tiring it all is. Tiring, but well worth it. And if all the running around I did today is any indication, I will be losing weight too!
I might need a new pair of flip flops.
Until the next time…I’ll be grabbing a few hours of sleep before the next diaper change!