I have two extremely exhausted puppies in my house right now. I have a ton of stories to share, but they are going to have to wait. For now, get used to short bursts of fun interlaced with a handful of photos. I’ll share the stories when I have a little more time. Right now, I want to experience every single moment I can with these two, while they explore the world (our yard, our house) together. Stella is seeing everything from a different perspective, and watching her learn what we are trying to teach is both adorable and cringe-worthy.
She adores him. He worships her. She is sweet, playful and submissive. He is 8 weeks old and wants to dominate her so badly. He barks; at everything. She hates yappy dogs and generally chooses to ignore them; she takes his ear piercingly loud barking up inside of her actual ear like a champ. She sleeps deeply now and wakes in the night only if I rise in order to take Duncan outside. Last night was the first night he barked to alert me that he had to go. Up until now, I woke him a single time each night– just whenever I happened to wake. It’s rare that I sleep through the night, but last night I must have been getting close because it was 3am before he barked to go potty. The sound startled me awake, and obviously the Donkey was then aware that Donut was awake and bounded from the bed. I let Duncan out and took him outside where he may have peed for 10 whole minutes. She stood on the porch and waited for him to find a spot to go, and then decided that he was safe under Mommy’s watch (I don’t think she always trusts me) and then went out and took care of business. When we come in, she will generally wait for him to get a drink, and then we head back to bed. She knows it’s still bedtime so she hops in bed and waits until I crate the puppy and then we sort of hunker down. If he so much as let’s out a peep, Stella is awake and waiting to see if someone is going to let him out, and wants to make sure she’s the first one to touch him.
They have the most ridiculous treat wars I have ever seen. Not fighting– think something more along the lines of a sly, ninja-stealth treat pick-pocket that lacks opposable thumbs.
These puppy wars are epic and hysterical. I’m ecstatic with the progress we’ve made so far and look forward to the week ahead.
Accidents: Still zero!!!!