We are still loving on our little puppy pretty hard. She's learning very quickly, but she is still a puppy: naughty. We find ourselves forgetting she's not Harper and yelling commands that he understood (Out! Get out from under the table!) and taking far too long to realize she has no idea what we're talking about. Tim takes her for long walks and as soon as she gets home she whines to go out because after that neighborhood tour and squirrel sniffing, she really needs to pee. We got an invisible fence and she's pretty good with it. She's never been shocked but we taught her to immediately turn around once she hears the warning beeps. This morning I saw her shaking uncontrollably on the porch and worried she was freezing or injured- nope, the neighbors cat was taunting her and she was out of her mind but didn't run through the flags. Good dog.
She sleeps in her crate at night, but is invited to nap in our bed frequently:
She's a total bath time stalker, loving to watch Oly and I while we soak.
When she watches Oly she always gets a face full of bubbles. I'm going to spare you any photos of her creeping on my baths.
This cushion on the couch is HERS and whenever I see her lounging on it I ask her, "Can I get you anything, Princess? Some peeled grapes perhaps?"
Her separation anxiety is getting better, but every once in awhile she surprises us and we're not sure why. This particular outing I left her with a frozen bone and NPR on. She still chewed the OTHER eye off of Oly's husky dog, ate one of my shoes, and tore about 20 rolls of toilet paper into tiny pieces. When she's in trouble we call her "Josephine!" Sorry Grandmom! You gave us the idea and it really works. I can just imagine your mother yelling it at you when you were naughty. It's a very satisfying name to scold.
When Amy wrote the other day here about advertisements for the SPCA the first thing that came to mind was the above picture, as in, "When you're dog does this, you can always just bring her to the SPCA!" Apparently not what she meant, but it still works.
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I cannot believe I have not checked your blog for two or three days. I would suggest a kennel for Little Miss Josephine for when you go out for a few hours. Or a small room for her to stay in - like the bathroom without rugs, towels, and toilet paper. OK, one rug to sleep on and if she chews it up after she is done chewing up the frozen bone, well it isn't so much to clean up. Maybe have NPR on too. We hate the thought of her being in trouble and Husky without eyes. Remeber Tommy always had Huskies. Very special memory of those toys.
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