The second week of being a puppy parent was a rollercoaster. It does not get easier, you just get more exhausted… We’ve had some highs and lows, for sure.
Training is going very well. Rubeus understands “sit” and “lie down” now. His recall is perfect, unless he’s found a cat poo buried in the garden. And the number of accidents in the house is down to maybe one (or two) a day.
However, he’s still the least independent dog ever. He needs constant attention and supervision. If you take your eyes off him for a minute, he screams bloody murder. And he gets bored easily, so there’s a lot of crying for no reason. The only way to get anything done is to wait till he’s sleeping. We tried a puppy kong, which is supposed to occupy them for a substantial period of time… Doesn’t matter what I put in it, he’s not interested! We’re just hoping he will grow out of the crying…
He’s also sickly. My housemate’s bloody cats have their food down constantly in the kitchen. Apparently cat food is irresistible to dogs,and he spends a good portion of his day trying to get around us to get a snootfull of the good stuff. When he succeeds (which is roughly twice a day), it’s shortly followed by violent diarrhoea. We’re becoming worried, because he seems to spend half his day expelling something vile. But what can you do? My housemate won’t move his cat food, and we’re already taking every possible precaution to stop the dog getting into it. And when he can’t get the food, there’s always the cat poop in the garden – which he regards as a close second choice, and has much the same effect on his digestion…
This also complicates house training, because we’re never sure whether he’s crying to get downstairs because he needs to pee – or because he wants cat food.
He’s still incredibly adorable. He got his first hiccups thisweek and was visibly confused. It was the cutest thing ever!
Oh, and his taste in reading matter has evolved… He tried to eat a Trisha Ashley book this week. He did not succeed, and took it out on my phone charger.