There she is, one week old. Already a fashionista in this lovely purple collar. I know, so gay.
She’s been home 5 days. She is a very sweet, cuddly, adorable, smart, submissive and rather reserved puppy. Yeah, she’s a little anxious. So am I. We make a good pair. Anyway, her shyness is only momentary, fleeting. And then she’s all up in your lap snuggling down for a nap. This new puppy thing is a LOT of work! I mean, I’ve done it several times before. But I was younger then. And it was so long ago. I’d forgotten the every 15 minute runs outside to tinkle and praise, the strict crating schedule, the 3 meals a day that take 15 minutes each to portion out and use as informal training (making her sit and wait until I say ok before she lunges for her food). Whew! It’s exhausting!
But it is also exhilarating and exciting and fun. I hate the cold and during the winter months I tend toward quiescent, somewhere between hibernating and comatose. I remembered today how energizing it is to have a dog, how a dog gets me outside. Cleo and I walked a brisk 2 miles and ended with racing in the park while I fetched a tennis ball repeatedly. Seriously, I’m probably the best non-canine fetcher in my age and weight class.
So welcome miss cleo. Let the fun begin!