In the busy atmosphere of the holiday, our home has not maintained a puppy-proof status. Elliot is gradually learning the concept of sacrifice while he picks up the remainder of Ozzie's midnight snacks. It is a testament to Elliot's patience, to his loving attitude and caring heart that he has not complained about the material objects lost. I am proud of my son for his patience with his new puppy and his acceptance of Ozzie's behavior. Overall, our family has been amazed by the puppy's intelligence and unconditional love. Born in a remote location to an owner who passed away, Ozzie and his litter had no human contact for the first three months of their lives. His siblings all died of Parvo. He's the last surviving member, born in the wild, yet shines in his willingness to be a part of our family. We have watched in amazement as he demonstrates a knowledge of basic obedience commands. He's also surprised us by playing fetch, rolling over, shaking paws and playing tag. We've had some issues with bathroom habits but he's now on day three of no accidents.
But then I am a little worried about his digestion...
Although tasty and satisfying to eat, the following can't feel very good on the way down!
New Slippers from Santa
Plastic Ski Goggles
Bakugon Battle Gear
The entire contents of two fish food containers
and one winter boot that we can't find...could he have eaten the entire thing????
Way too funny. I heard a saying once about kids when they do something bad like cover themselves with sidewalk chalk or climb in the tub with their clothes on. "Don't get mad, take a picture." As irritating as it is at the time, we'll probably laugh about it later. Guess that works for dogs too. Puppies are a lot of work, but their cuteness helps atone for their sins. Hope Ozzie soon learns what's okay to chew and what's not okay.
ReplyDeleteOh wow.. with all he has eaten has even be able to use the bathroom? My tummy gurgled just thinking about all the "ouch" stuff he has eaten.
ReplyDeleteOh my stars! My dog once got a hold of an entire bucket of mini-candy canes and ate wrappers and all. Crazy dogs!
ReplyDeleteDear Jenny: Here I am, digging around in your treasure house of archived posts. After your mention of the time your neighbour's dog bit you and of the three years of trauma you endured subsequent to that fearsome experience, I wanted to see if you'd written about it. I came straight to your 2010 posts, noting absentmindedly that you were a prolific writer even then. I stumbled across this entry as the first to read of many. I cannot help admitting that I had to smile wryly. Oh, the joys of puplets. Tell Elliot that our newest three pups destroyed countless pairs of Bill's shoes (he just cannot remember to place them out of reach when he enters the house); several garden hose fittings; two pairs of my shoes (just to get back at me for picking on Bill!); toys; balls; pot plants; new dog mattresses and so on. Now that the youngest is 10 months old and the oldest a year, we are starting to see a lot less destructiveness. We never smack or scold our puppies. After all, they are just exploring and doing what pups are wired to do.
ReplyDeleteElliot: I'm so proud of you and the way you maturely handled those mishaps while Ozzie was still learning. Your Mum tells me he's a great comfort to you all, now. A great big cuddly bear, and the best friend a boy could ever wish to have. Bear must have been very proud of him and of you, too!