Friday, March 8, 2013

Wake Me When It's Over, aka Puppy Rearing

First of all, don't get me wrong.  I love my puppy.  She is the sweetest snuggliest little lady the canine world has ever produced.  She is funny, energetic, and  loves my children. On her good days she is the most awesome dog and I am obsessed with her.  On her bad days, well, let's just say tears have been shed.

The last time I trained a puppy was 11 years ago when I was a younger, more patient, childless version of myself.  I had total control over the comings and goings of Carl.  He was in tune with me and obeyed without challenge (mostly...he could be an awfully sneaky jerk sometimes).  Stella, on the other hand, comes and goes (by goes, I am including poops and pees) where she wants however she wants despite the countless hours of reading I have done, methods I have tried, and time I have spent trying to harness my inner dog whisperer. She IS making progress, however slow it may be.  She is sitting on command and pooping in the preferred spot 90% of the time. Some days she just decides,"I'm gonna pee in this doorway today" or "these shoes look delicious."  I can't make reason of it, but I'm not a dog.

I've probably heard about 100 times,"all you need to do is..." with some bit of advice that I may or may not try.  She just seems to be doing things when she's good and ready.  Like a kid.  Like my kids.  I know I'm doing the best I can and I know she's happy.  I guess that's most important for right now. I'm just ready to take down the baby gate.

She loves me.  She loves me so much it makes my heart hurt to think how this devoted dog would do anything for me and my family.  She wants to be with me every second of every day and when I'm most frustrated, that's what I think about.  Her life is all about loyalty and I am the object of her affection. I am a very lucky lady, indeed.  


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