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I must be insane to introduce this chaos into my
busy, but otherwise calm pet caretaker life…
Gracie was adopted from the Seattle King Co. Humane
Society last Friday (7/8/05). She is 12 weeks now and yesterday weighed
in at 18 pounds at the vet. She is c-eeeeee-ute there is no doubt, but I
forgot how much work puppies are. She chews on everything from rocks to
plants to her sister’s tail. It’s like the world is Costco on a
Saturday afternoon and she is going to try all the samples! She runs,
she jumps, she woofs a little too. She follows you everywhere, like a
stalker, weaving between your legs while you’re walking and if you are
wearing sandals she is absolutely going to mistake your toes for
sausages and taste them – usually while you’re walking so you can trip
over her. She has zero manners. She is all over poor Molly who has
been a trooper taking it most of the time and just verbally correcting
Gracie when she’s had enough “puppy love.”
She doesn’t “come” or “stay” or “wait” or “sit” or
anything else for that matter. She wants to be where she wants to be
when she wants to be there and if you’re in the way, oh well, Gracie is
coming through. But when she is wore out and curls up to nap she is as
angelic and peaceful as a new born baby – then the screaming, crying,
pooping, peeing, and constant feedings start again…
She really is a sweet dog and hasn’t done anything
really bad. It’s just the usual know nothing puppy stuff. She starts
puppy classes next week and I just keep telling myself that she will be
better when she has had some training. Molly is putting up with her
very well, they were even playing together the last two nights running
around the back yard together and this morning they were both snoozing
on the bed – not touching, of course – when I got out of the shower.
She’s going to be good you all will see – She has Molly as a teacher.
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