I think I mentioned before that our vet told me the first time I took Bo in for shots that he hadn't actually worked with quite such a dramatic puppy before.
And I mentioned that's just what we need: more drama around here.
I don't think I have mentioned yet, however, that we hired a dog trainer to help us know what in heaven's name to do with this dog of ours (we'd love her to be a good therapy dog for Lucy), and he let us know in no uncertain terms that Bo is one of the most "spirited" dogs he's worked with.
This is how we spent the first month or so with this puppy of ours:
That and trying our darnedest to get her to go potty outside. Yes, we tried the bell and everything everyone mentioned back in this post back HERE, (thank you by the way for all those great comments!), but she was a pretty slow potty learner at first. And non-biter. And non-jump-up-on-everything. (she is a puppy after all...)
Which has resulted in us removing every rug from the area of the house we allow her in (kitchen, family room, mudroom)...at least for a little while until she gets better at all this jazz.
She has ripped two pair of Dave's suit pants, caused some good debates between me and Dave (I think she loves him the most and he loves her not-very-much...YET!), and she has changed our way of life around here quite a dramatically.
We have to keep an eye on her all the time...or carry her with us:
She gets into everything we do:
...and is getting big enough that she is getting into even more.
She has to be right next to us no matter where we go.
(But I'll be honest I kinda love that.)
But some days I'll admit I have definitely felt pretty "woe is me" and kind of like a martyr "taking one for the team."
So would we do this over again?
Because just look at this puppy:
(My friend took that picture...thanks Maureen!)
And look at these kids:
The girls STILL come home from school and get over-the-moon excited having her run back and forth to them, waging her tail so hard that her whole body is waging and shaking with pure glee.
She provides endless entertainment for the neighborhood. Here's one of the young women holding her doing yoga for YW one night:
And she's already the best little companion for Lucy.
Nothing can quite describe how it makes my heart feel to look out the window and see this:
She provides some serious entertainment when we give her baths and all her fluff sits wet against her tiny body:
And she just "graduated" from her training...
But at least we now know what to do and how to act and react to this new little family member of ours.
My sisters and I joke that I have a "mantra" I repeat to myself every morning:
"I like dogs."
Repeated three times.
They joke that I'm not ready for the "I love dogs" mantra quite yet, but I'll get there.
But really, I do love this dog of ours.
And I like it.