One really nice thing about having a hyperactive puppy is I’ve been sleeping like the dead all week. Alas, not the case tonight.
It also has the unfortunate side effect of waking up the little buddy. I have no clue how my husband could sleep through all the noise, but my solution was to throw the puppy into bed to get him to go back to sleep. He learned, very quickly, that the human bed is the best for naps.
He had his big vet checkup yesterday. Our vet was very impressed with his behavior and how docile and friendly he was – tail wagging, licked the vet through the whole thing, even the shots. I suspect it’s because Sprocket saw the cat in the waiting room.
For some reason, Sprocket is TERRIFIED of cats. He won’t even look at them, even though our three have mostly ignored him and generally love dogs. Tesla and Joule are both still avoiding contact with him…but Sagan is curious and likes to snuggle in my lap during the day, which is where the pup also wants to be. It’s making things a bit interesting and forcing a new, all dog, all the time, perspective on my world.
He’s 20 pounds now, knows several basic tricks, and is almost finished house training. If I could train my husband to recognize the puppy’s pee signs, he’d be done completely – he only pottys outside during the day and can make it through the night…but in the few hours hubs watches him, he goes at least twice on his training pads (by evening, pup is tired from rough housing all day and wants to pee after waking from every nap…it shouldn’t be that hard!) Ugh. We’ll get there.
With hubs, I mean. Sprocket has been great.