Bragging moment.

Today Keira completed her second day of puppy kindergarten.  I was unable to attend because I had committed to subbing classes at the gym.  The hubby told me that Keira was used by the instructor to demonstrate many new things today.  I will take that to mean she was the model student and set a perfect example for the rest of her puppy friends.

Little do they know.  Our house is full of the usual puppy shenanigans.

She knows when the hubby is about to come home even before his Jeep turns onto our street.  Canine intuition?   Some sort of dog sixth sense?  Kind of.

It has more to do with a keen sense of hearing that dogs have which is likely diminishing for me from too many years of teaching group fitness classes with the sound system blaring.  Plus it’s not like I sit by an open window in anticipation of my hubby’s arrival.  I love him and all that, but that sort of behavior would have likely scared him away on day 1.

The fact of the matter is, my hubby’s Jeep has squeaky brakes which can be easily heard as he drives past the house.  Seeing Keira become excited over his imminent arrival is cute.  But not so much when it’s someone else’s car and she is absolutely convinced that one of her favorite humans is about to greet her with open arms.

It amazes me how much strength a 16 week old puppy has, especially when fueled by anticipation.

I won the tug of war, and she sat on the corner whimpering.  I felt sorry for her for a moment (because she is really very cute and really didn’t know better).  And then I decided it will be in my best interest (as well as anyone else who would like to avoid being dragged down the street) to avoid potty breaks at 6:45 a.m. when this neighbor apparently goes to work.

In the mean time, as she continues to be a model student at school, we will just smile proudly and award her another treat.

Apparently I can’t count.

So all along I have been counting the weeks incorrectly.  I made Keira one week older than she actually is.  In people years it makes no difference, but in dog years it definitely does, especially when comparing Keira’s seemingly tiny, squishy size on her homecoming day to how huge she seems today.

We started puppy kindergarten last week and socialization is well under way.  I feel as though I am now part of the Society of Dog People.  Friends have come out of the woodwork to invite us for puppy playdates.  Our perceived likability has gone up a few notches, so it seems.

Even the first couple of weeks with Keira were a slight challenge, it seems we have eased into a routine that works.  We probably sleep a little less, maybe nap a little more, rush home a little faster when we are away, and turn down social invitations.  All for this new addition to our family who has sniffed her way into all of our hearts, even that of the older Teenager, who apparently is now over the nose-biting incident.

 

Ah, so many adventures!

I finally have a moment to sit and write about the latest Keira shenanigans.  We just returned from the Teenage Boy’s first soccer game, which was Keira’s first time going somewhere with lots of sights and sounds.  So far she associates car rides with trips to the vet, so I’m trying to make the car experience a positive one so she can go with us to as many places as possible.

As a new dog person, I’m quickly learning:

Bully sticks.  Keira loves them.  They are the ultimate treat when we need to leave her at home in the crate and they provide a good positive distraction for car rides.

The vet.  Keira’s last visit started off full of curiosity and exploration. Then the vet walked in and she peed everywhere.  I guess I don’t blame her.  However, at 26 pounds, three of us had to assist in keeping her calm during her quick exam.  I’m not sure how she will be when she doubles in size because now she seems huge to me.

Carrots and apples are the bomb.  No more accidents in the house.  She earns her treats well.

Kiddos.  She loves them.  Especially the Tween, who can play silly little games with her for what seems like hours.  Keira is extra tired when the Tween is able to spend extra time with her.

Puppy kindergarten starts on Thursday.  I have a feeling she is going to be one of the big kids.

At 13 weeks.

As a new puppy mom, I’m slowly learning the ropes of dog-rearing.  A simple carrot “treat” has successfully stopped pee accidents in the house and the bedtime routine has been established.  We’re usually in bed well before 10 p.m. due to an early morning for the hubby, but Keira has actually slept all the way until 4 a.m. a couple of nights.  Most nights, however, she wakes up once around 1 or 2 a.m. for a quick potty break, which isn’t too bad now that the weather is finally starting to warm up.

The hubby was successful in teaching Keira to go down the stairs, much to our relief because she is getting a little too big and bulky to carry down the stairs, especially down a dozen steps at 2 in the morning.  This required removing the gate from the kitchen to block off access to the Teen Boy cave, which was the original configuration, but so far it seems to work well.  The true test is when the kids come home, for Keira used to stare at them longingly from behind the gate during meal times.  Now she has full access to all the crumbs that make it to the floor.  Even with two teenagers and a tween, sometimes this is whole entire chunks of food.

Next we plan to register Keira for puppy kindergarten.  Along with her increase in size comes a substantial increase in energy, so much so that I’m not yet comfortable letting the kids walk her on a leash.  A leaf, a branch, a bird, a child – anything will trigger Keira to run in any given direction randomly, and sometimes with such unexpected power.  The only thing that will make her stop dead in her tracks is another dog.  For now it’s so that she can partake in a staring game.