As she looks up at me with those adorable black eyes, she tilts her head to the side ever so sweetly, squats right down in front of me as if to say “Mommy I wuf you” …. And then takes a pee………AMY!!!!!!! We just peed outside not five minutes ago!!!!!! Let the good times roll.
And so it is…..life with puppy Amy, who is now tipping the scales at 25 pounds at 15 weeks old; long, lanky, and skinny as can be; never a dull moment. When she’s not chasing butterflies, begging someone to play catch with her, she’s target practicing. And oh, she’s doing very well. Just the other day she pooped in Dan’s favorite shoe! Yup, right on target, but not quite a perfect score. She made two turds out of five go right inside the heel. Oh please don’t tell Dan! I’ve already lied to him about certain things that went missing from his room, but actually, I think he’s onto me already. Took me all day long to clean those shoes.
I’m busy too! Very busy, down on my hands and knees scrubbing away her accidents. But at least we seem to be holding at 3 a day on an average. Can’t seem to get that last 3 out the back door in time. It’s kinda like an old lady on water pills. When you gotta go, you gotta go NOW! And that means, she can’t wait for a commercial when you are watching a great movie and it’s about to climax. Nope, it means NOW….open that door or you will see Lake Titicaca gush through your kitchen in seconds.
Did I mention that Amy loves to eat? She loves to eat things besides the furniture. So far, she has had a variety of puppy foods, bones, and treats, but her favorite meal is horse poop. You can find her on any given day romping through the fields with a mouthful of high protein, energy packed, recycled horse food bulging inside her cheeks. A fine dining cuisine at it’s best.
Oh, poor Devin. He’s growing old and tired, but still the crabby, nasty dispositioned junk yard dog that Hus adores. Amy is abusing him terribly! She rides him like a cowboy. She bites his tail. She gets right up in his face and barks and barks and barks. She rams him and jumps all over him and on top of him and uses him as a launching pad for her to soar off into outer space. Poor old doggy can’t even take a good nap around here anymore. He is really trying to maintain his composure, but it’s dangling on a thread.
What happened to that puppy that was going to be my best friend, my contant companion who would never leave my side? Where's that loyal puppy that was going to listen to my problems, console me when I can't stop crying, and lay across my feet at night? I really hope she's in there somewhere! I'm counting on it! Cause I really need her.
Nevertheless, Amy is great chair side entertainment! When she enters the room it’s like “everybody hold on to your stuff” because she’ll take anything you’ve got that’s not nailed down. Grab that pepsi bottle quick! I thought I had a baked potato on my plate! Oh my gosh, where’s my purse? Hey! That’s my ten bucks, give it back! Lookout Dan, she’s heading for your new sunglasses! She runs through the house like a bull in a china shop, sliding and skidding on the slick hardwood floor, crashing into things and looks up at us like “What?” because we can’t stop laughing at her antics. Dan gets on the floor with her and she eats his head like she’s nibbling on cob of corn. She loads up on Jerry’s lap and bites his ears, but as for me, she’s fixated with chewing on my toes!
We are great at leash training. We sit, stay, and come. We’re good. But off leash, forget it. She ignores me completely and heads for the hills. I call her; she stares right at me, and then takes off full blast in the other direction. “Betcha can’t git me!” And then the chase is on. If I’m lucky, I’ve captured her within the hour. Did I really need all this exercise? Are we having fun yet?
All and all it’s going as well as expected……I think! It could be better, but it also could be worse. Today, she posed for a photo shoot! She wanted to show you that her big, very big ears are beginning to stand up at attention.
Amy says to tell yalls to have a nice day, because no doubt, she will!
Devin is loosing his patience!
And so it is…..life with puppy Amy, who is now tipping the scales at 25 pounds at 15 weeks old; long, lanky, and skinny as can be; never a dull moment. When she’s not chasing butterflies, begging someone to play catch with her, she’s target practicing. And oh, she’s doing very well. Just the other day she pooped in Dan’s favorite shoe! Yup, right on target, but not quite a perfect score. She made two turds out of five go right inside the heel. Oh please don’t tell Dan! I’ve already lied to him about certain things that went missing from his room, but actually, I think he’s onto me already. Took me all day long to clean those shoes.
I’m busy too! Very busy, down on my hands and knees scrubbing away her accidents. But at least we seem to be holding at 3 a day on an average. Can’t seem to get that last 3 out the back door in time. It’s kinda like an old lady on water pills. When you gotta go, you gotta go NOW! And that means, she can’t wait for a commercial when you are watching a great movie and it’s about to climax. Nope, it means NOW….open that door or you will see Lake Titicaca gush through your kitchen in seconds.
Did I mention that Amy loves to eat? She loves to eat things besides the furniture. So far, she has had a variety of puppy foods, bones, and treats, but her favorite meal is horse poop. You can find her on any given day romping through the fields with a mouthful of high protein, energy packed, recycled horse food bulging inside her cheeks. A fine dining cuisine at it’s best.
Oh, poor Devin. He’s growing old and tired, but still the crabby, nasty dispositioned junk yard dog that Hus adores. Amy is abusing him terribly! She rides him like a cowboy. She bites his tail. She gets right up in his face and barks and barks and barks. She rams him and jumps all over him and on top of him and uses him as a launching pad for her to soar off into outer space. Poor old doggy can’t even take a good nap around here anymore. He is really trying to maintain his composure, but it’s dangling on a thread.
What happened to that puppy that was going to be my best friend, my contant companion who would never leave my side? Where's that loyal puppy that was going to listen to my problems, console me when I can't stop crying, and lay across my feet at night? I really hope she's in there somewhere! I'm counting on it! Cause I really need her.
Nevertheless, Amy is great chair side entertainment! When she enters the room it’s like “everybody hold on to your stuff” because she’ll take anything you’ve got that’s not nailed down. Grab that pepsi bottle quick! I thought I had a baked potato on my plate! Oh my gosh, where’s my purse? Hey! That’s my ten bucks, give it back! Lookout Dan, she’s heading for your new sunglasses! She runs through the house like a bull in a china shop, sliding and skidding on the slick hardwood floor, crashing into things and looks up at us like “What?” because we can’t stop laughing at her antics. Dan gets on the floor with her and she eats his head like she’s nibbling on cob of corn. She loads up on Jerry’s lap and bites his ears, but as for me, she’s fixated with chewing on my toes!
We are great at leash training. We sit, stay, and come. We’re good. But off leash, forget it. She ignores me completely and heads for the hills. I call her; she stares right at me, and then takes off full blast in the other direction. “Betcha can’t git me!” And then the chase is on. If I’m lucky, I’ve captured her within the hour. Did I really need all this exercise? Are we having fun yet?
All and all it’s going as well as expected……I think! It could be better, but it also could be worse. Today, she posed for a photo shoot! She wanted to show you that her big, very big ears are beginning to stand up at attention.
Amy says to tell yalls to have a nice day, because no doubt, she will!
Devin is loosing his patience!
