New puppy is now eight months old. Yeah! We've made it through the potty training, although it was touch and go there for a while. Now it's the chewing stage that's about to drive me crazy. Not to mention what it's doing to my writing time.This puppy is part goat, I swear! She eats rocks, bricks, flower pots, cardboard boxes, plastic of any kind, and my worst nightmare, my walls and parts of the house.
Seriously? Why? I just can't imagine that any of this stuff taste good. And she's lost all her puppy teeth, so she's not teething.
We've had several puppies over the years, but this one takes the cake. Love her energetic personality and her desire to be snuggled up against you. But I'm exhausted, I tell ya! LOL
I've had so many deja vous moments it's not even funny. The not sleeping. The crying. The constant need to eat every waking moment. Me not getting anything done until puppy sleeps. It's like having a brand new baby in the house again. Thankfully, there are no diapers to change.
And to think. I only have two years and four months to go.
Oh, Joy!
It's a good thing she's so lovable! And talk about great research. The unbelievable material I'm collecting will be great for a YA book someday. :)
Sure hope I'm not in a straight jacket by then. LOL
