Skyler's Scoop: The Real Poop On Puppy PowerBy Cal OreyIt...
Skyler's Scoop: The Real Poop On Puppy Power
By Cal Orey
It's March 3, 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--a hurricane, tornado, earthquake has hit our home with a p-u-p-p-y! 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. Hisses and growls are no more. Car rides, snacks, and squeaky bones/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, "I am the big 6-0! What am I doing with a monster puppy?"
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 and keep up with this four-legger young enough to be my grandkid. 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!" and he's got "Sit" and "Sit up" down. And he walks on a lead like a show dog. 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 or herding you from room to room.
Puppy Shots, Round Two... Ouch! You Said It Wouldn't Hurt!
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 quick "no." But then, I heard LOUD crying in the back room. When my bouncy boy 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 peaceful in the waterbed having two cuddly dogs curled up at me feet while watching a movie.
So, life does goes on with puppy. Do I regret my choice to be a dog mom when I'm old enough to be a two-legger's grandmother? Uh, sometimes. 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 familiar territory. My life consists of baby gates, a dog box, toys, and a bit of household comfy clutter. Would I do the puppy ordeal 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. "Skye?" "Where are you?"
By Cal Orey
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It's March 3, 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--a hurricane, tornado, earthquake has hit our home with a p-u-p-p-y! 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. Hisses and growls are no more. Car rides, snacks, and squeaky bones/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, "I am the big 6-0! What am I doing with a monster puppy?"
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 and keep up with this four-legger young enough to be my grandkid. 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!" and he's got "Sit" and "Sit up" down. And he walks on a lead like a show dog. 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 or herding you from room to room.
Puppy Shots, Round Two... Ouch! You Said It Wouldn't Hurt!
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 quick "no." But then, I heard LOUD crying in the back room. When my bouncy boy 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 peaceful in the waterbed having two cuddly dogs curled up at me feet while watching a movie.
So, life does goes on with puppy. Do I regret my choice to be a dog mom when I'm old enough to be a two-legger's grandmother? Uh, sometimes. 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 familiar territory. My life consists of baby gates, a dog box, toys, and a bit of household comfy clutter. Would I do the puppy ordeal 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. "Skye?" "Where are you?"
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