You haven’t been waiting for a puppy update? Gee, that’s too bad. You’re gonna get one.
Wile E. is doing great. She’s about 50% bigger than when we first got her, but she’s still a great size. Mr. Hallock is training her on the recall and how to sit for treats: the important things. She came to us nearly housebroken, though. We had trouble at the beginning with her destroying our power cords of all things, but with the right size chew toys, this problem has cleared up.
However, she may be a bit spoiled. This is our third spoiled dog in a row. I wonder why we always get the spoiled ones? *ahem*
This triptych of a bone steal gives you an idea of what I’m talking about. We were puppy-sitting our friends’ pooch, Shea, who is just a love bug. Notice how unhappy Wile E. (right) is with her small rawhide to start. But guess who ends up with the big bone at the end?
Shea: “What happened?”
Wile E.: (muffled) “Wuf sa maffer?”
What can I say? She’s an only dog-slash-child. But, never fear, because after playing, playing, and playing, the two curled up together to nap on the dog bed. It was so cute. I hope the pictures give you all the dopamines they do me. Happy (belated) National Puppy Day!
Happy Chinese New Year! It is fitting that this is the Year of the Dog because it is definitely going to be that at our house. I will try to return to some book talk soon on the blog, but pardon me if I am smitten.
Mr. Hallock brought Wile E. by my classroom while the kids were finishing a test, but I did not see either of them right away. I was confused by why my students suddenly started whining, “Awwwww!” I thought to myself, “I know this was a tough essay question, but it is not that difficult.” Then I looked up to see my husband and puppy in the door window. Love!
Thank you for suffering through all my puppy photos. (They won’t end, but they might slow down. Maybe.) But know that the Hallocks wish you all a wonderful Year of the Dog!
No, Wile E., there are no red packets for you. Your life is blessed enough!
Wile E.’s third day was a doozy. I won’t bore you with all the details, but it included some serious puppy play time, a trip to the farm, and a trip to the vet. She was so exhausted by the time she got to the vet that there was no whining at all. In fact, she mostly just slept on the table, in Mr. H’s arms, of course.
Yesterday (day four), she came to my school with Mr. H, and she got lots of attention there. She accepts pets on the head from anyone and is comfortable with anyone holding her, too. Other than the taste for rabbit scat, this pup is damn near perfect. We’re very lucky.