My Better Half and my puppy are both fast asleep on the bed. The cutest part? THEY BOTH SNORE. Occasionally the puppy makes a little whimpering noise. Occasionally my BH will say something incomprehensible. It's lovely.
I can't believe I have a dog. A cute little spud of a dog. He is brilliant, of course, and didn't pee or poo on us during the long ride home yesterday. He just whined every time he needed to go, we would pull over, and voila! Poop! Pee! We must have looked like complete nutters. Every time he would do his business, my BH and I would do a little happy dance at the side of the highway, and praise the puppy in a sing-song voice. "Good boy! You made a poo! A perfect poo! You are perfect, little puppy! Oh look, a pee! We are so proud of you! So proud!"
Holy crap, holy crap. Cheeseballs. But honestly? You try talking like an adult around a baby bulldog. It's hard. Math class hard. (Pick the tough subject of your choice, math whizzes)
We haven't chosen a name. We have some favourites, but we just can't decide yet. He actually seems to respond best to Oliver, which I like a whole lot. Mordichai and Solomon are still in the running. I'll let you know what we end up with, of course. Good luck getting me to talk about anything else.
I'm a little paranoid about his training. He obviously super smart, but we did just pluck him out of his home in the country and bring him to our big old house in the city. He's a little confused. He peed on our floor twice, but always does his dirtier business outside. I'm worried that it will be hard to get him to pee where he needs to, but I've only had him for about 15 hours. I'm sure things will change. I hope so, anyways.
It's also really REALLY hard to crate train a cute puppy, even though I think it's the best choice for teaching this little dude what the rules are. You get them in their crate, they seem happy with their treats and their toys, you leave the room, and BAM. Heartbreaking whining. It's so hard to listen to, but if we go in to stop the whining, he'll learn that making sad noise is the best way to control us. Have any of you ever crate trained a dog? How did you manage? We're sticking to it, but it's torturous, and we don't want him to think the crate is punishment. Advice please.
I'm hoping to take a video of him today, and I'll post it as soon as I can. I've honestly had my hands so full of puppy that I haven't even been able to pick up my camera.
Oh, PS, the gig was wicked fun and I didn't make any sexual jokes on stage! Off stage is a different matter, but I'm progressing here people. One step at a time.