The Lucky is men’s Lucky! And the rest is for me, lol. Yet another blog about my newest shipment – read on! read more…
The Lucky is men’s Lucky! And the rest is for me, lol. Yet another blog about my newest shipment – read on! read more…
Well, it seems our puppy has a lazy right eye, there is just something not quite right about it. I’m not sure if it impairs his vision at all though, and he might not even know that he’s retarded. It does make it hard to keep a straight face when you are trying to scold him though, because you aren’t sure which eye is the good one, and whether or not he’s just staring off into space ignoring the crap out of us.
He’s also an effin magician. No matter how smart we think we are about trying to keep him in his pen, he’s been escaping, every. single. time. He has figured out how to climb over baby gates with ease, and also that he can push his way out of the other side. The plus side to his escaping, is that he doesn’t destroy the house when he gets out. When we get home, it usually looks as if he’s been sleeping, with everything all in good order, and he hasn’t peed or pooped all over.
Well, 90 mins is his breaking point for peeing in the kitchen (his pen) apparently, he does it every time. Well, like 4 times in 3 days. We’ve been reading more into his crying, and we think it has something to do with separation anxiety… in other words, he has mommy issues.. sighhhh.
t’s 4:30 am, and I think I actually managed to sneak away with almost 5 hours of sleep tonight. We opted to go sans crate, and trade it for just a giant fluffy doggy bed and a leash, mostly so he could leave the mirror alone. The howling stopped completely, and he slept really well… Still waking up every 2 hours to pee, but he’s a puppy. We are sitting in the living room right now, he’s really restless. I’m trying to convince him that not every single thing in this house is edible, but he’s not catching on very fast. He has chewed on the tv trays, the rug in the living room, my computer, and his pen…. all in the last 15 minutes. Luckily he enjoys his chew toys, so i just give him a quick “no” or “not yours” and replace it with HIS toy. It’s been working.
Really? I mean… I knew that there would be some whining at night, possibly a little barking… but howling? Like a warewolf that is taken in by the full moon, Chubbs was at it ALL. NIGHT. LONG. I figured he would stop at some point, because well… even I would get bored.
My name is Brian, and this blog is about my dog Chubbs. I live with my wonderful girlfriend Stephanie in bright and sunny Hawaii, enjoying a relaxed life. Well, it was relaxed… until yesterday. We had been planning on a puppy for a while now, and after a long hard search, we brought our puppy home. This, is my family.