Well we got a puppy. Against my better judgement, I agreed to adopt a dog, an 8 month old "labradoodle" to be exact. First of all, he's not a labradoodle, he's 16 lbs and is only going to get to 25 lbs MAX...that's not a labradoodle and it's even to small to be a mini. Second of all, we were promised he was crate trained and he's not even house broken. As much as I admire the mission of the rescue we adopted him from, I am more than irritated that we were mislead. Talk about stress and frustration. The only thing we've taught him so far (it's been 6 days) is "Sit" and he only listens when he wants to. Sometimes he answers to his name "Chief", but it's normally only if you add a "Y" to the end...so it's "Chiefy".
Needless to say, he's been signed up for puppy school and it starts on Tuesday, I can't wait to see what they tell us. Hopefully they'll have a suggestion for his barking (at shadows, TV commercials, other dogs, people, etc), his lack of potty training, ways to crate train him (being that we now have TWO crates) and his 'play biting' as the vet so affectionately called it.
I keep thinking about the 15+ years that I begged my mom for a puppy and she kept asking "Who's going to take care of it?" and she only gave in when my brother found a gorgeous show quality Wheaten Terrier that needed a home and he was TRAINED (really) did she give in. Once again, she knew what she was talking about...
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