As if my life isn’t stressful enough, my husband brought home a puppy twelve days ago. A puppy!
I am not a dog person. At all. And we already have four cats. As much as I love cats, they’re already driving me nuts wanting in and out of my room all hours of the night. Especially Bellamy since his injury–he just likes to let me know how unhappy he is that we won’t let him outside anymore.
Now we have a dog. And guess who gets to take care of her?
My husband works 3am – 2pm (with commute). The dog wakes up when he does and just barks and whines so I’m also up at 3am every day to watch her. All of the kids that wanted a dog so desperately have pretty much given up helping. The first weekend we had her, all four of them took off, leaving me and Jack to take care of the dog. Jack is terrified of all dogs. He’s a cat person, like me.
I knew this would happen which is why I’ve said no to a dog all of these years. Five kids, four cats… I have enough to deal with.
My sleep schedule is a mess between getting up with the dog and the cats waking me every hour like clockwork. It’s like having a newborn in the house but with the destruction of a toddler. Actually, I didn’t even have to work this hard when I actually had toddlers. Three of them at one time. Ugh.
Anyway, the puppy is a husky/German shepherd mix. Seriously. Of all the dogs to get. Our house is not big enough for a German shepherd. We have almost no backyard. Oy.
(back when her ears were still floppy)
She is cute, though. We named her Ella (short for Marvella that the girls wanted and the rest of us hated). She’s around twelve weeks old now. She’s very bitey. Like you can’t put your hands anywhere near her face or the ground or she’ll bite. We’re working on that.
She’s really smart, though, and learns fast. The first day, I refused to let her out of her crate until she sat down. By the third day, she started sitting on command. That was without the clicker training. I started using that a couple days ago when we’re up at 3am.
We’re working on “down” so she’ll stop jumping on everyone. It took her about fifteen minutes to figure it out. Of course, now she wants to jump on me, hoping I’ll say down and give her a treat. She does understand the command, though, and will get down if you tell her.
Most of the time.
She’s like my kids and listens when she wants to.
Of course, because I’m the one that spends all morning with her and am training her, I’ve become the leader of her pack. She follows me everywhere and whines if I leave the room. Everyone else gets frustrated because she listens to me but not them.
(and now her ears are up… except for the wonky one which was like that when they were floppy)
The funny thing is I know nothing about training dogs. I’ve never had a dog, but I have kids. I basically just used all the knowledge I learned raising toddlers to deal with her. So far, it’s working. She definitely behaves better when I’m around. Jack will even stay in the living room if I’m around to keep her under control.
The cats are a different story. They’re pissed they no longer have free range of the house. Although, Lilah keeps getting closer and closer. She sits in the hallway and watches from behind the safety of the baby gate. She gets a little closer every day.
(Jack taking Ella for a walk on the trail… he may have a slight obsession with Five Nights at Freddy’s)