Skyler's Scoop: The Real Poop on Puppy PowerBy Cal O...
Skyler's Scoop: The Real Poop on Puppy Power
By Cal Orey It's March 2, and it's been one month since I've been blessed with my blue merle Australian Shepherd Skyler. I admit change has its ups and downs but overall this Aussie's energy is exactly what this house needed. There's new life and we're all feeling it... Zen, my fearless, laid-back Siamese-mix cat has accepted this ball of fluff that keeps going and going. And Simon, my senior Brittany? He's warming up to his new canine friend. Car rides, snacks, and squeaky bones and balls keep these two docked tails wagging. And my tail, too.The thing is, I don't know who coined the phrase that adopting a puppy will keep you younger. But, looking at the photo above I'm thinking, "Am I really 60?" Actually, thanks to Skye's 4:30 AM wake-up calls to go potty, eat, and play have been a hardship on me but I've tried to go with the flow. Read: We've been going to bed earlier and I've been back at the resort pool to swim/hot tub at 7:00 ish AM every other day.
Monitoring a 13 week old pup (now 16 pounds) is like having an infant-toddler around and you cannot be sedentary. We're working on the word, "Drop!" So, yeah, this pup has kept me active big-time as well as the cat and dog. The thing is, we all like this energized bunny rabbit when he's calm not in your face. Note: He's chewing a bone as I write this blog post. Good dog.
Flashback to yesterday. It was the second round of puppy shots. It seems like the ordeal whooped him overall. The initial event was not fun. I asked the vet tech, "Will it hurt?" I got a "no." But then, I heard LOUD crying in the back room. When my bouncy boy was returned to me I asked, "Was that Skyler yelping?" Yep, evidently one of the shots burns... But we all survived. And the night was oh so calm and peaceful in the waterbed having two dogs curled up at me feet while watching a movie.
So, life does goes on with the puppy. Do I regret my choice to be a pup mom when I'm old enough to be a grandmother? Uh, sometimes I can't believe I am doing this again. For the most part, it's all good in between the potty accidents, chewing my rugs, comforters, sweaters, and hands. Change in schedule (no, I am not a morning person), vet visits, and puppy training come with the familiar territory. Would I do it again? Ask me when the puppy stage is over. I'm pondering, "Is that yellow spot on the orange and off white rug a stain or lighting from the photo." Welcome to the real poop on puppy power.
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By Cal Orey It's March 2, and it's been one month since I've been blessed with my blue merle Australian Shepherd Skyler. I admit change has its ups and downs but overall this Aussie's energy is exactly what this house needed. There's new life and we're all feeling it... Zen, my fearless, laid-back Siamese-mix cat has accepted this ball of fluff that keeps going and going. And Simon, my senior Brittany? He's warming up to his new canine friend. Car rides, snacks, and squeaky bones and balls keep these two docked tails wagging. And my tail, too.The thing is, I don't know who coined the phrase that adopting a puppy will keep you younger. But, looking at the photo above I'm thinking, "Am I really 60?" Actually, thanks to Skye's 4:30 AM wake-up calls to go potty, eat, and play have been a hardship on me but I've tried to go with the flow. Read: We've been going to bed earlier and I've been back at the resort pool to swim/hot tub at 7:00 ish AM every other day. Monitoring a 13 week old pup (now 16 pounds) is like having an infant-toddler around and you cannot be sedentary. We're working on the word, "Drop!" So, yeah, this pup has kept me active big-time as well as the cat and dog. The thing is, we all like this energized bunny rabbit when he's calm not in your face. Note: He's chewing a bone as I write this blog post. Good dog.
Flashback to yesterday. It was the second round of puppy shots. It seems like the ordeal whooped him overall. The initial event was not fun. I asked the vet tech, "Will it hurt?" I got a "no." But then, I heard LOUD crying in the back room. When my bouncy boy was returned to me I asked, "Was that Skyler yelping?" Yep, evidently one of the shots burns... But we all survived. And the night was oh so calm and peaceful in the waterbed having two dogs curled up at me feet while watching a movie.
So, life does goes on with the puppy. Do I regret my choice to be a pup mom when I'm old enough to be a grandmother? Uh, sometimes I can't believe I am doing this again. For the most part, it's all good in between the potty accidents, chewing my rugs, comforters, sweaters, and hands. Change in schedule (no, I am not a morning person), vet visits, and puppy training come with the familiar territory. Would I do it again? Ask me when the puppy stage is over. I'm pondering, "Is that yellow spot on the orange and off white rug a stain or lighting from the photo." Welcome to the real poop on puppy power.
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