Well, as of Friday morning we are officially dog owners. It’s still pretty bizarre to me as a concept, but I’m sure I’ll stop feeling like a dogsitter at some point.
A chill dog
She’s painfully adorable as the slew of pictures in this post will attest. Happily, she’s also pretty calm.
I was definitely worried about a puppy’s high energy, but she’s relatively low-key. When Tim held her for the first time, she just put her head on his shoulder without a sound. Though she did lick. She’s a licker. I spent most of yesterday with a thin patina of puppy spit on my face and neck.
We definitely made the right choice getting her instead of her brother. He was ridiculously rambunctious. He was constantly on the move, including crawling all over her and nipping at her playfully. Meanwhile, she’s happy just chilling out. Mainly by/on our feet.
I’m not saying she never frolics, but mainly she lies around until one of us gets up.
Then she trots after us. Unfortunately, she weaves in and out, so I’ve nearly tripped/kicked her around 10 times. But I’m slowly getting used to it.
She’s not pure Lab, by the way. Tim says she uses her paws like hands way more than most dogs. Plus, there’s the adorable, naturally bobbed tail.
She’s also got some light striping, so there’s a chance she’s got some Australian Shepherd in her. But due to crappy lighting in our house, we haven’t been able to get a great picture of it.
Of sutures and potty
You might notice that there aren’t any pictures from outside. She was only spayed on Thursday, and we have to keep her sutures dry. Meanwhile, there was a torrential downpour yesterday that kept the yard wet. So for now we’re just trying to get her to pee on the puppy pad.
Unfortunately, she seems to absolutely hate the thing. She actively skittered away from one when we tried to put her on it. I finally got the idea to put newspaper over it, since that’s what was in her pen at the foster house. That seems to have worked… sorta.
Two I’ll-get-the-paper-towels incidents later, she actually went over to the newspaper voluntarily. Twice in a row! Aaaand then she went back to peeing wherever seemed prudent/interesting. #ThankGoodnessForTile
I’m still trying to convince Tim to start letting her out to pee once the yard is dry. But he’s concerned that his parents’ dogs might play a little rough. Again: brand new stitches. So we’ll see how the process develops.
We took her to PetSmart for some new toys. We’d gotten her a ball/rope contraption, which she seemed to love.
But then we noticed she mainly loved chewing the felt on the ball. Concerned, Tim took the ball off and then had to burn the ends of the rope together. Unfortunately, that just made her interested in chewing the burned area and, once that gave way, the fraying ends.
So we were off to PetSmart where she got a harness, a bone-shaped chew toy and some Dentastix — plus love from multiple strangers.
Mess with the cat, get the claws
Patches is the only one unhappy with this whole “dog” thing.
The pup was nosing up to her, and Patches was hissing and, at a couple of points, I swear she growled. It was the weirdest thing.
The dog finally got a bit too close and Patches swiped her shoulder, causing the dog to whimper and hie back over to Tim. We’d hoped that would make Patches feel safe/superior, but she’s still pouting in the bathroom.
She’ll get over it.
By the way, you might notice so far I haven’t referred to The Dog Formerly Known As Truffles by name. That’s because there’s some contention.
Yesterday afternoon, Tim decided on Pandora, which I liked. Potential nicknames: Pan or Dora (the explorer).
In the evening, he thought Nebula was cool too. Which I also liked. Potential nickname: Nebs.
Then he thought of combining it into Nebula Pandora or Pandora Nebula. Now he’s lobbying for Pandora Nubula because she has a nub-tail and he enjoys puns.
Personally, I don’t love the idea of two names. So we agreed we’d see what you guys have to say.
Was it weird when you got your first dog? If you had a cat, how long did it take to forgive you for the sin?