I’ve received some devastating news today regarding my partners ex. It’s inevitable, but tragic regardless of the time frame we have.
So to try and put a smile onto everyone’s face, and possibly yours. I’m going to compile a few anecdotes of what it’s like to a have a 3 month old puppy that is already the size of a fully grown Labrador.
Let’s go for a walk, let’s not go for a walk –
After having her for around 10 days, she was getting bored (she shouldn’t really be out at all until she’s had her second lot of boosters). So we started lead training, simply putting the lead on her so she could get used to it. Would she even entertain the idea of the stairs? NO! Comically, she was doing two steps down, 3 steps back up. So my neighbour, unceremoniously picked her up and plonked her fat arse onto the grass, grass which has now had every single blade sniffed, examined and cross examined. Can we get her to come back into the house now? NO!
The very handsome pool man –
After managing to get her out of the apartment, and now that she’s quite enjoying the great outdoors, I decided to take her for a 10 minute stroll around the pool. The pool itself is a good 30’ x 20’, so a meander round it is enough to get some basic lead control done.
Well, she decided that she didn’t want to be on the left, or the right, and managed to wrap the lead around my legs and I suddenly became very acquainted with the grass. Just as the very handsome pool cleaner was coming round the corner. Which then had him in hysterics. I could have sent her back to live in the Hedgerow where she was found for that little corker!
She’s sexy, and she knows it –
I took her up to the town centre yesterday afternoon. I was going a little stir crazy, and she does really need socializing, so thought I’d kill 2 birds with one stone. Had a drink and a chat with the locals, and she decided she was going to get in on the action.
Practically flinging herself at anyone that came close enough for a cuddle and stroke. What was amusing about it though, was it was only the men, and the men loved her. And the more the men were stroking her, the more belly she showed. At one point I was going to get her a booth with a red light and a pimp!
We’ve only had her for about 2 weeks, and already she’s ruling the roost! She’s kicked me off the sofa, she only eats freshly cooked beef or chicken, and she even have a bed in the wardrobe. She’s cute and pampered, but good God, she’s funny! I’m hoping we get many years of her goofy antics, and possibly a new couch, as she seems to like eating the one we have now!