Last week I announced we were bringing home a new foster puppy. And then I disappeared.
Because just showering, feeding the family, and getting my paid work done is hard enough with a puppy in the house.
Add blogging to the mix? No way.
When my husband got home from work, one phrase dominated our conversations: Where’s the puppy?
And here’s where was, from the most common to the least common answer.
Where’s The Puppy?
Looking cute just a few steps away.
Right between my legs so I fall over when I move.
Sniffing around the floor, looking for something to chew on.
Walking around on Honey’s back, trying to find a comfortable place to nap.
Grazing on the plants in the garden.
Chewing on the threads hanging off the hem of my jeans.
Exercising his jaws on the aluminum frame of the lawn chair.
Peeing in the yard.
Dozing on top of Honey.
Trying to climb through the puppy gate blocking off the rest of the house.
Chewing on his Nylabone.
Eating breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
Successfully climbing through the puppy gate blocking off the rest of the house.
Looking for an out-of-the-way-place to poop in the house while my back is turned.
Grabbing Honey’s tail with his teeth and walking around with a little blonde beard when a piece comes off in his mouth.
Slipping through the door between my legs when I try to visit another room without him.
Resting in his crate.
Finding an out-of-the-way-place to poop and pooping.
Looking cute after he’s been fed, walked, and relieved himself at least twice so he doesn’t need any attention for at least five minutes.
I don’t know how you service dog puppy raisers do it—over and over again. I salute you for your bravery and fortitude in the line of puppy.
Where’s The Puppy Now?
Early on Wednesday morning I returned Oliver, that’s what we called him, to the Tompkins County SPCA where he was reunited with his litter mates and put up for adoption. They are all adorable and precious and I doubt they’ll still need homes by the end of the weekend.
Sorry I didn’t regale you with puppy stories over the past week. But every second I would have spent writing was time Oliver would have spent plotting puppy adventures. And while puppy adventures are fun, they’re a lot of work to clean up after.
Your Turn: There are two kinds of dog lovers—puppy people and non-puppy people. Which are you?