The good thing about a blog is that you can pick and choose what you want to share, but don’t be fooled, it’s not all sunshine and puppy snuggles around this house. Raising a dog has taught me many lessons – perhaps the toughest of all, to practice patience. I am my father’s daughter in this struggle, thanks dad.
Clayton has been working in Baton Rouge this week so it’s just been Tex and I. All day, every day. And we have been having a few rough moments. Yesterday morning Tex started what I’m assuming will be his ‘chewing phase’ by sampling my new flip flops for breakfast. And not my normal $3 Old Navy flip flops but my $25 Teva flip flops — I know what you’re thinking, $25 bucks? You lucked out! I agree, it definitely could be worse and I knew this day would come, but there is no way to mentally prepare yourself for it.
Luckily, I caught him mid-act which is perfect for trying to teach him a lesson. Our countless dog books (yes, we read a lot to prepare) tell us that if you try to reprimand your dog after the fact they usually don’t understand and could think that you’re upset because you didn’t like the shoe. Or something.
Alright, I thought – tough lesson to learn but at least now he knows that he can’t chew on the shoes, kind of like the carpet hole he added to our decor a couple weeks ago (I won’t go into details as I’m trying to black that memory out.) Not so fast! The little troublemaker went for a post-dinner snack on my sandals again. Any and all tips for reversing this behavior is welcome with open arms — I’m talking to you, fellow dog owners.
Long day, amirite? Tex and I retired to our respective beds, only to be awoken at 3:00 AM by the sounds of a dry-heaving puppy. Fun fact: puppies puke, a lot. Mostly because they ‘love to explore the world with their mouths’ (WebMD’s words, not mine). So I jumped out of bed for a little consoling and lots of clean-up. Tex was totally cool during the clean-up, posted up against some pillows and watched the show. Then as I was finishing up and getting ready to take him outside, he had disappeared.
Where to, you ask? Well, I just had to follow the puppy pee trail down the stairs (yup, you guessed it: every stair) to the pee puddle by our front door and a confused looking Tex. You’re right bud, my bad. I didn’t mean to wake you in the middle of the night without an immediate bathroom break when you normally hold it for 3 more hours. A couple rolls of paper towels and 1/2 a bottle of Resolve later, we’re back in bed. Hallelujah.
One very short hour later, this dude is ready to rock at 5:00 AM. At this point I wanted to cry. Seriously. Alas, I put on a jacket and we go outside for a longer-than-usual (of course) bathroom break. TGIT, this gal is ready for the weekend and for Clayton to be home tomorrow. Fun fact #2: raising a puppy has increased the talks about poop and puke with Clayton from ‘zero’ to ‘too many’.
I realize this is turning into a ‘Marley and Me’-esque blog and although Tex may have his moments, he is far from Marley. I mean, how can I stay mad at this face?
PS: I also work — despite what it may look like, I don’t just hang with Tex and attend themed events, although that would be preferred. I attended a work conference in Alexandria, Louisiana this week. It’s about 2 hours south of Shreveport and oozing with southern charm. The event was held in a historic southern home, now converted office space. I wanted to move in immediately, even the bathroom is charming.