Our grown daughter didn’t understand. “What were you thinking? You finally had the freedom do fo whatever you want to do, but not anymore.”
Our grown son said, “You have two grandkids. Your decision will cut into the time you could otherwise spend with them.”
All good points, but despite those truths, on Thursday my wife and I adopted a rescue dog. She’s a 13 month old Labrador Retriever mix, although we don’t know what the other part of the mix is. It’s been a long time since we had a dog this young. Our last rescue dog was five when we got her, and she was quite mellow. Our new girl is, in a word, rambunctious.
Our previous dog was crate trained and she happily slept in her crate all night long. No so with with our new little girl. She decided that spending the night on our bed and crawling all over us was where it’s at. Hence, our first night with our new gal was, shall we say, sleepless.
She’s mostly housebroken, but this morning she did have one accident (so far, the only one). And while she knows commands like “sit” and “down,” others like “come,” “stay,” and “leave it” are not recognized words in her doggy vocabulary. So a lot of training is a first priority.
We’ve trained dogs in the past, but it’s been a while. So when a friend recommended this book…
…I ordered it from Amazon. It will arrive on Monday, and our goal will be to have a well-trained, obedient dog in about five weeks.
And one last thing. I haven’t spent much time on WordPress since we picked up our pup on Thursday due to time spent trying to train and teach her a few things, giving her sufficient playtime to burn up some of that puppy energy, and taking her for very long walks, which is good for her and good for me. I suspect that this focus on our new family member will continue to be the case at least for the next few days. Hopefully I’ll get back into the swing of things with respect to my blog soon.