20 Mar, 2010
Day five of March Break 2010 – a new addition to the family
Posted by andrea tomkins in: Easy ways to make kids happy
Someone once said that getting a puppy was like coming home with a baby. This is a big misstatement that I wish to correct. Getting a puppy is like having a hyperactive TODDLER walk through your house, but worse. Toddlers usually don’t pee on the floor (well, at least mine didn’t). And they usually don’t chew on your shoes/table legs/area rugs etc.
So. Without further ado I would like you to meet… Piper!
I’d been dropping in to visit her at the Carlingwood pet store for over a week. As of Friday night she was officially ours.
She’s a three-month old fox terrier. She’s smart and scrappy and very cute and I already love her to bits. But I tell ya, it has been quite the learning process for all of us (and Mark and I both grew up with dogs!).
- I have already stepped (barefoot) in a puddle of pee.
- We’ve figured out that she really likes sticks.
- She’s on a dry-only diet and the pet store clerk recommended we stick to it (thoughts??)
- She’s had one bath so far, and smells like cherry gum
- We are crate training* her. So far it’s going pretty well. She’s already had two naps inside it this afternoon (once with the door open, once closed).
- The girls have promised UP AND DOWN AND AROUND AND AROUND they’re going to walk/feed/care for/pick after the aforementioned pooch. I’m making them sign a contract (I’m not kidding).
* I am aware that to utter the words “crate training” in some circles is akin to such discussion topics as religion, politics, co-sleeping and formula feeding, but I am very happy with our decision.
We bought her a harness and we’re all learning how to go for walks. The girls, as you can imagine, are over the moon. They’ve been outside with her about twenty times today. Piper will be totally worn out by bedtime(or so I hope).
We spent exactly $147 on doggie-related doodads today including a crate, a brush, shampoo, toys and one lilac-coloured sweater. And that’s not including the dog. So much for a shopping embargo huh?
As I type this the house smells like wet dog, lasagna, cupcakes, and cherries. No wonder I have a headache.
But I am happy, really happy. I feel like we are part of some kind of secret club now: the dog club! If you’re game, I’d like to hear about your four-legged club members. And now that I’ve gained entry, are any helpful tips you’d like to pass along? I’ve read lots, but am open to any tips or advice you can share!