Good morning with the Mink and Missy AM bulletin!
After we got home, Mink enjoyed checking out the grass with me while sitting inside his XPen, but he also walked me over to his familiar crate that I'd left on the sidewalk from when we walked it over out of the camper. It was a familiar thing in a new environment? Or still a possible source of water or food (itty bitty cups they had strapped to the gate were nowhere near enough water for that trip.) It was like an old friend, almost...
With the 6 hour jet lag, I knew we would not know when his Off Switch might trip, if it ever did! Newsflash: seems there was not much of an Off Switch!! At least not last night. He resisted going into his bed crate, just like all toddlers. I amazed myself at how I've learned over the years with Missy to recognize the potty cries versus the abandonment whines versus complaints about confinement...so off to sleep we went at my bedtime, even though I did read my iPad in bed and he could tell I was awake. I figured if I ever want to be online at night again, I'd better start off letting him see the glow. Soon it was fine in puppydom.
Until the 2 am wake up call. I slipped on the leash as he tried bolting away, had to hold him halfway up and collar him, or he would have run rampant right over to Missy's side of the room and all that wouldn't have helped anybody sleep! Out the door and the two steps to the sidewalk, I had to rein him in from jumping the both of them. Straight into the pachysandra (toxic plant if chewed, did you all know?) and did a big pee, which showed me his protests had been legit, he was really holding it! And also did a big poop in the longer field grass - just like our other two always preferred. Must be instinct. I didn't allow him to do the thing he immediately is trying to make part of the bathroom trip routine: jumping up on a very low settee in the hall on the way back to the crate. We call the Victorian velvet settee Missy's Princess throne. Of course, she will be annoyed when she discovers this, but darn it, he is cuteness itself. I sat there with him the first time he did that, but not at 2 am! So we got back to sleep after some puppy protest whines I ignored and a lot of Missy protest howls until I told her "that's enough, Missy!" They do listen to us sometimes...you can tell because they taper off gradually as they keep an eye out on the human, to see if we'll do something else!
Next thing I knew, he woke me at 5:40 am, as daylight was already starting to stream through the glass door into his crate. I thought of you Tushnurse, and felt relief I had already made it through his first night with minimal sleep deprivation. I put on a long bathrobe and struggled to lasso him again, and out we went. He did his pee straight away, again I noted that his whining was for real. (Missy girl whines as a hobby, so I have been conditioned to be a bit skeptical.) But then he was all about chewing and tugging on my long bathrobe, my nightgown, or his leash. It's morning now, playtime! I had to gather up my clothes hip height, then he tried a few legs nips, before romping off in the grass. I was trying to give him the time to do more business but he did not seem to need that.
And back inside he led me, still hasn't quite got the two steps figured out. Puts his front paws on the upper step, back paws still on the sidewalk. I lift a back paw up one step and he takes it from there...straight over to the hall settee, for some cuddles outside of Missy's range. I could have fallen asleep like that! He just soaks up the strokes and arm holds, a living breathing doll baby! With needle teeth, is all....I gave him a large rubber S tug through the crate bars and I drifted back off to sleep to the sound of thump, thump, thump...
I put his morning cup of feed in a rubber puppy ball which burns off more of that morning energy while I try to wake up. Missy got her usual morning routine with her Daddy walking her. Newsflash: poop normal!! And he fed her in her crate. It is actually helping this situation that shr is in a cone...she thinks her confinement is all because of the cone! We still haven't allowed closer contact in the house. She knows he is here and I talk to her just as always. She doesn't get to see me pet him, yet. I dread that hissy fit!
Sweet Mink just took a puppy nap, and now is licking water out of the food bowl we put in there, which has all those pinwheel swirls to slow down a fast eater. Turns out to be a good water dish as he can put his paw right on it, it doesn't splash, tip over or anything. I refill it through a big funnel so I don't have to open that door too often. Mink is now starting to wake back up, and Missy is getting some love across the room from her Daddy. Ooops, well, until she just started barking at Mommy; NO you can't come in here just yet, girl!
PP, Monks book is the Bible of GSD raising around here, too! I plan to tether him with me while I do my gardening. But Missy has never been permitted to set a paw in the garden, so I guess that's another boundary violation she will duly note!
WR, just saw your update. How sad that Bella is grieving so much for your hospitalized H, it must be hard emotionally on you! I had hoped she would be your baby girl. Hope things smooth out soon.
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