At least the feeding is going better. I didn't have to hand feed him a bite tonight. He's becoming much more competent with the bones. And no accidents today. And I have a lead on a proper crate we might be able to borrow for him so we can start crate training, which would make life easier.
Yesterday afternoon we tried to go for a walk, but Chewy was really stubborn and wouldn't budge past the neighbor's house. I thought it was just not understanding the "walk" and "leash" concepts, but when we got back inside he immediately put his feet in the water dish, then tipped some water out of the bowl onto the floor, then laid in the puddle. It all sounds so obvious now that I lay out the observations like that, but at the time it took me a few minutes to put it all together and realize his feet were hot.
This morning we tried again. DH and I went together and he had to carry Chewy part of the way to the mailbox at the end of the street. On the way back, though, something clicked and suddenly he was running right along next to us and kept it up the whole way home.
Anyway, I have nothing else to blog about because my life right now is just work and taking care of the puppy. Oh and to the real parents of real human babies out there: I know it's not the same. I know. But it is surprising how much more like parenting this seems than like not having a puppy, if that makes any sense. It's all a spectrum.
An old trick of Ouiser's: Ice + Linoleum = Busy Puppy
Duncan, Clara, and their human, who came to play.
All three puppies together, and human friend feeling overwhelmed.
Bobbers, who is taking the new puppy change the hardest.
Gratuitous picture of cutie-pie Lita, who is taking the puppy adjustment best.
All three puppies together, and human friend feeling overwhelmed.
Bobbers, who is taking the new puppy change the hardest.
Gratuitous picture of cutie-pie Lita, who is taking the puppy adjustment best.
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