Roomie went away for Easter Weekend.
Once again, I’m dog wrangler and now puppy wrangler.
Something new has been added.
As the dogs are not yet fully comfortable with the puppy (and for everyone’s protection) they are bivouacked downstairs, and the puppy (in her carrier) is quartered upstairs.
Usually on the roommate’s bed, with the crate door open (!) (Not that the puppy is spoiled, or anything…)
SO, in an effort to be consistent (sigh).
Each night since Friday has been a little different, but she has mostly slept through the night, and alerts me if she needs to use the facilities. (She is paper trained and has one in the communal bath). A good dog, but still a puppy. (3 months!)
The most difficult time is the shower. The puppy likes to join the
queen roommate in her shower, but with my physical disabilities, I fear I might step on her or slip.
So Lola has been relegated to her crate. Which she deems to be medieval torture, and screams and cries bloody murder! I’m certain the neighbors think I’m Michael Vick!
Showers have been quick.
Then, while getting dressed, Lola wants to steal socks and underwear, and play biting games with fingers and other flesh. OW!
SO, I took one of her toys from her crate – Flatty Fox – an unstuffed toy with squeakers at helm and stern, and played tug-of-war while getting dressed. Better than using my shorts!
Nope. She’s not spoiled.