Puppy Love

My husband D.J. and I recently invested in the newest addition to our family: Wrigley. I say “invested” with nothing but love, but that is exactly what she has been these past few months. Between food, treats, bones, toys, a crate, shots, vet visits and an absurd amount of Kennel Cough medication, Wrigley is quickly becoming an expensive addition to our family. We wouldn’t trade her for anything though. One look at her face with those beautiful blue/grey eyes and the extraordinarily long ears and my heart melts. She may be growing at a rapid rate making us fear she will be more the size of her father (85 lbs) instead of her mother (a quant 70), but that doesn’t stop her from thinking she’s a lap dog. If you sit on the floor, she’ll be in your lap in a matter of minutes. She doesn’t seem to mind that she has to adjust herself every 30 seconds because all four legs just don’t seem to quite fit like they use to. She’ll just grunt or moan to let you know that you’ve disrupted her sleep while you try to adjust because your bum has gone numb.

We’ve been working with her on her training. She knows sit, shake and lay down. As soon as you get a treat in your hand, she successfully does all three simultaneously without needing a command. It’s kind of like the Alpha leader in a werewolf pack (yes, I am referencing the Twilight series), it’s like she can read our minds, so we don’t even have to say the command. Our next goal is to conquer “stay” and “Ouch! That f’ing hurts!” (aka stop biting me) and “Don’t go upstairs, damnit!” (aka don’t go upstairs, damnit!). I’ll let you know how those turn out.