We’ve had our new dog Mazie for less than four days, and all things considered it’s going pretty well. She’s an 11-week-old rat terrier and pretty much all puppy. There hasn’t been much in the way of training yet (we’ve been busy every night this week), but surprisingly that hasn’t been a problem.
She’s pretty shy (the shyest and smallest of the litter), but still comes running when you call her name. Though it’s more like loping. She’s squat and round and pudgy, kind of like a tank. When you reach to pick her up she drops to the floor (don’t worry, there’s not much ground clearance anyway) and starts to back up. So we’ll have to work on that.
She also chews on everything. I guess that’s what dogs do, espcecially puppies. We were pretty spoiled with Speak who never seems to chew on stuff he’s not supposed to (though don’t leave a stray kleenex within reach or it’s shred-city). The chewing is combated with lots of chewable toys and keeping an eye on her. She actually responds pretty well when I tell her no, which seems surprising. I think it took Speak longer.
She spends a lot of her time sleeping, which really helps with the productivity. Some days I wish I could be a dog. Though she does seem to wake up every two hours or so and need to play and chew and pee.
She’s fairly house-broken though, which is good. I think she’s only had a couple accidents, but Abby cleaned them both up so I haven’t had to deal with much of that. She barely makes it through the night, though. On the first night we had a thunderstorm and she freaked out and had to go outside at 2 a.m. But since then she’s been better, only having to get out early in the morning. That’s not so bad.
Speak is dealing. Not well though. I think he’s tolerating Mazie, and I can never tell when they’re having fun together and when he’s irritated beyond belief. He’ll let her play (which means chomping down on his tail, ears, legs or collar) for a while, but then he’ll start growling and get smart and realize he can jump on the furniture and Mazie can’t.
It also doesn’t help that Speak chowed down on a greenie the other day and didn’t chew. So he spent the other night puking and is just now getting back to normal.
Life with two dogs. It’s kind of fun, actually. I never thought I’d say that. I just don’t want to be one of those weird dog people. That’s Abby’s job.