|MsCaroline may be tired, but the dog is full of vim and vigor.|
When MsCaroline last posted, the AsiaVu family had just added a new puppy to the family and the wild rumpus that is puppy-raising was just getting underway.
The puppy, who was not quite 9 weeks old and extremely small (under a kilo/about 1.8lbs) was doing a lot of this:
That is to say, she was mostly sleeping and being adorable, with intermittent pauses for brief, cuddly playtimes, after which she would go back to sleep again.
That part of her life, sad to say, is mostly over, and she has entered her puppy adolescence with a vengeance.
The jury is still out as to whether she is a French Bulldog or a Boston Terrier- many people who are more knowledgeable than we are have emphatically declared that they are positive she is one or the other, or a combination, which puts us right back where we started. Whatever she is, her ears - which we were most excited about - have, as promised, come into their own Yoda-like glory:
While she cannot quite destroy things the way our retriever puppies did, she can (and does) process food and water at a tremendous pace, which means that, when she's not in her pen (where she spends her time when MsC is gone for more than 4 hours and can't be shut in her crate), she must be watched like a hawk at.all.times (guess whose job this is 90% of the time?). At 12 weeks, she revealed herself to be an escape artist, which led to us double the height of her pen. This looked patently ridiculous, especially in view of her relatively small size. However, having had to spend an afternoon scrubbing away the evidence of her lengthy morning romp through the apartment after scaling the single-height walls of her pen, MsCaroline was taking no chances, and felt no guilt about consigning Ms Houdini to the Puppy version of SuperMax confinement:
|If looks could kill, MsC would be dead.|
In this middle of all this canine Sturm und Drang, Son#2 headed off to Mongolia on a school service trip, where he worked in an orphanage for a week.
While MsC was extremely proud of him for donating his time so generously, she must admit that she was also a bit sorry to see him go, mostly because she likes having him around, but - if we're going to tell the truth here - also because #2 provides excellent dog supervision service, which she missed terribly. MrL pulled his weight when he was around, but MsCaroline will just say that it was a loooong week.
Oh, and there were the two teenage houseguests from an international school in Shanghai here on an orchestra program for 5 days. MsCaroline has never had houseguests and a puppy (in an apartment, no less) at the same time before, and found it a bit challenging. The guests (lovely teenage girls) were extremely gracious about having to climb over gates and pens and occasionally navigating puddles of puppy effluvia to get to their breakfasts in the morning, and were remarkably understanding when the Hound inserted herself into their bedroom and made off with a t-shirt (rescued before anything terrible could happen to it, but still.)
All I am saying is that it has been, at best, a bit challenging.
For those of you who, like MsCaroline, have raised more than a few puppies and
- If you are in an apartment without a garden, it will be necessary to 'paper train' your puppy, especially if she is a very small animal with a bladder the size of a thimble, because there is no way you can put on her sweater, get your shoes and coat on, and run down 4 flights of stairs every time she gets that gleam in her eye (which is about every 20 minutes.)
- 'paper training' while more convenient in theory, means that you are trying to teach your dog to do her business indoors - but only in a certain spot. For the dog, this is, at best, confusing, because all the 'spots' seem the same to her, and the fact that paper is on some of them is completely immaterial in her opinion. Prepare to be frustrated (you, not the puppy. The puppy will feel just fine.)
- Getting a puppy used to a crate or pen back home means shutting the door and going downstairs or out of earshot while she squawks and screetches her disapproval. In an apartment, it means putting in your earbuds and turning your iPod up as high as it will go, while hoping the neighbors do not start complaining. (Note: You will still be able to hear her shrieking anyway.)
- 'playtime' in an apartment means chasing a ball through the living room, not the backyard. It also means constant vigilance for the aforementioned gleam in her eye, since she can't just stop what she's doing and take a break in the grass.
- taking your puppy for a walk does not mean (as it would in your grassy suburb in the USA) strolling down the sidewalk past grass, yards, gardens, and parks, and woods. It means cars zooming by (and trying to keep the puppy from being terrified by them by distracting her with conversation and treats), cigarette butts galore (the puppy will try to eat them) lots of people walking past ( the puppy will try to follow them home) an occasional tree surrounded by a plastic grid (the puppy will sniff this excitedly and then pee on the sidewalk), and lots and lots of asphalt.
- Walking your very small puppy on city streets in Seoul means you will worry a lot about your dog possibly falling through grates (the openings of which are far bigger than her feet) and breaking her little legs. The dog will be blissfully unaware of the potential dangers and do her best to approach each and every grate at top speed.
There are probably many other Life Lessons that MsCaroline could share with you, but she has to go put on her coat, hat, gloves, scarf, and Uggs so she can walk her dog.
Oh, and she has to put clothes on the dog, too. Because the temperature has decided to drop down to the low 30s. In mid-November. Which adds another layer of fun to the whole operation.
The dog will contribute to the general pleasure of this activity by wriggling violently and trying to eat her sweater, harness, and leash whilst you try to put them on her.
One of you will be swearing by the time it is all over.
I am still wrapping my head around the concept of a dog that needs to wear clothes (something I swore I would never have - until I observed the dog shivering uncontrollably..sigh) and have days where I deeply regret not getting a cat, but we are - slowly - coming to understand one another.
As I type this, though, she's gnawing on the bottom of my dining room sideboard.
Time to go.
|How's this for an attitude?|