Yesterday was National Puppy Day, so what's life like with a puppy?
Well, he joined us on Halloween...looks like an angel, but don't be fooled, there's a little devil in there ;)
He wants to be in the centre of whatever we are doing. Really, even the most mundane things he's finds exciting...removal of washing, from the washing machine, is particularly interesting.
He loves to chew, anything and everything. He has lots of chew toys but mums best cardy is preferable.
Oh those eyes, that face...very hard to stay cross for long. Although I did last a good 30 minutes after the cardy episode. Swore too.
He just loves tummy tickles.
He didn't sleep for the first three weeks we had him, we stuck things out as we didn't want him in our bedroom. He sleeps in his crate downstairs. I still feel like I'm catching up with my sleep.
We laugh so much with him. He is forever the comedian.
He's desperate to be Minnie's best friend, she's having none of it and blanks him completely (although I do think she secretly loves to tease him).
He loves eating plants, especially those just popping up from the ground. Urrrrgggghhhh.
He's just loves tummy tickles.
When you walk through the door he makes you feel like you're the most important person in the world.
He could whip up a meringue with his wagging tail.
He could quite possibly fly with those ears.
He's very vocal, that's a polite way of saying he's noisy...we have yet to successfully teach him the quiet command (I'm not sure we ever will).
He's very clever, I think more than I am. No definately more than I am.
He's quick, very quick, again much quicker than I am...but then most of the world is.
Have I said he loves tummy tickles.
He's taught my little family that germs, especially those on the end of a long doxie tongue, aren't too bad, and that a bit of unpredictability isn't too bad either. I will be eternally grateful for this.
He just loves to play catch, he can play catch for hours...and hours...and hours. Trouble is, he hasn't yet learnt that a human has to be allowed to pick up ball, prior to throwing it.
He hates getting his harness and lead on, but then once he is out, all is forgiven.
He loves humping, anything and everything. Especially my leg. It's quite disgraceful really, and makes outings embarrassing. He's a very uninhibited dog. (He has the snip in a few months, I'm really hoping this helps curb his urges).
He really loves tummy tickles.
He's never happier than when he's by your side, or in a pool of sunshine, or eating one of his favourite treats, or curled up on his blanket, or playing catch, or running after the squirrels in the garden, or sniffing in the woods. In fact, I think he's happy just about every minute!
So life with Otto, full on, to say the least. We are still adjusting. I have to say that I think it's been much, much harder than having my babies. We thought long and hard about having a dog, years really. Would I do it again, probably not, if I'm honest, well not with a puppy. I don't think chronic fatigue and puppyhood are the best combination. Perhaps an older rescue dog would have been better? Otto however, is getting older, he's changing all the time, eventually he will slow down more to my pace, (in about ten years!). He is making me more mobile, which was one of our reasons to get a dog. I manage a short walk with him most days, and he gets his longer walks with other family members.
Life with Otto, funny, exhausting, noisy, full of love. Well, that's the beep of the washing machine...must go, Otto and I need to get the washing out!
Have a lovely Easter weekend!
Amanda :) xxx