Where’s The Puppy?

Last week I announced we were bringing home a new foster puppy. And then I disappeared.

Why?

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.

Oliver is a foster puppy.

He doesn’t look like he’d be so hard to keep up with, does he?

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.

Oliver the foster puppy chews on grass.

Oliver loved chewing on green things. He thought the garden was a salad bar.

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.

Honey the golden retriever relaxes with Oliver the foster puppy.

Don’t you think it’s a little hot to be so close, little guy?

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.

Oliver the foster puppy looks at the tail of Honey the golden retriever.

My tail is not your tug toy, Oliver.

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.

Honey the golden retriever plays with Oliver the foster puppy.

Without Honey as a baby sitter, I wouldn’t have gotten anything done last week. Thank you, Honey.

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.

Oliver the foster puppy is on an adventure.

I’m off on my next puppy adventure.

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?

 

 

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Comments

  1. I did miss you this week and wonder what happened – I figured you were consumed with puppy infatuation. I want to be a puppy person, but I think I”m a senior dog person…

  2. He is adorable! I love puppies! They are precious and so much fun, but also a lot of work!

  3. I love puppies, but they are a ton of work. Good thing you had Honey.

    • I’d be lost without Honey. When Oliver came home with me, he was trembling with fear. Honey was the one who got him to relax and feel comfortable.

  4. A year ago our world was turned upside down with Bailie’s arrival. Our routine was out the window, Mom was scrambling to get her regular job work done, blog stuff, take care of Katie and I, and watch Bailie 24/7. It was a blast, but it was stressful. We would do it again in a heartbeat, but a year later with our routine back and Bailie mostly being a good girl, it is nice. Mom still calls her a stealth dog, though, as she sneaks off without being heard or seen and gets into stuff. She started that from day 1, and no matter what jingles are on her collar, she manages to silence them and sneak off.

    • Puppies do have amazing stealth abilities. I hear the U.S. military has an entire branch dedicated to trying to duplicate it.

      I’m sure you, your mom, and Katie are very happy to have Bailie growing into a nice young lady after puppydom. It does turn everything upside down.

  5. Oh definately a puppy lover.Having had Princess Leah for 6 months now (wow has that gone quick) we are having so much fun with her. You forget just how much work they are but boy do you get back so much more in bucket loads, the laughs, the exercise, the companionship etc
    Yep, just loves them !

    • And you picked a pup that will always have those cute puppy looks. Even when Princess Leah is a mature lady, she’ll still have some puppy cuteness about her. Good choice.

  6. My last comment was eaten! I am a puppy person 100%! I love puppies! But I am a religious crate user. If I can’t watch/play with the pup with full focus, into the crate he goes. I never leave my pups free to find trouble in that moment or two my attention lapses. Wilson and Jimmy were crated until one year old any time we weren’t interacting with them. Of course they were so darn cute, A LOT of time was devoted to play time! It’s funny, both boys were “tested” at 10 months for more freedom, and both boys did the same damage. Chewed off a windowsill. How’s that for consistent naughtiness. LOL! A couple more months of crate caution and they had matured enough to leave out. After that, neith one has ever been naughty. It helps that they are too short to counter surf 😉

    • Crates are magical, aren’t they? When Honey was a puppy, she came to work with me. And she was always in the crate when I couldn’t watch her.

      Unfortunately for Oliver, he came to us at 3 months with no crate experience. In fact, he pooped in it on the way home from the SPCA.

      My goal for the week was to make the crate a happy place for him. So he ate all his meals there. And I tried to build up his tolerance for it. But he started out very unhappy there and we didn’t want to poison the crate for him since we knew he’d need to be in one after getting neutered.

      I relied on closing off a room with baby gates so I could watch him carefully, which worked out pretty well. But no plan is foolproof, is it?

      I’m astounded to hear that Jimmy and Wilson had the same test failure. What do those boys have against windowsills? :)

      • I was lucky. Wilson came to me fully crate and potty trained. Gotta love those responsible breeders! Jimmy was younger with less training under his belt, but he took to a crate like he was born in it.

        I think they both ate windowsills because in my house the windows go quite close down to the floor. The sill is right about 12 inches off the floor. Exactly at corgi mouth level! Watch the squirrels outside, nibble on some window sill :-)

  7. I love puppies and babies…as long as someone else is taking care of them. I would rather wait a few months or years until they are somewhat civilized and have satisfied some of their curiosity about the world.

  8. PUPPY!! I am definitely a puppy person! Gah I was going crazy waiting for you to find that camera cord so you could post puppy pictures!! LOL

    • The next time I foster a puppy, plan a road trip. Honey would love to have some adult Sampson and Delilah time while you’re keeping track of the puppy. :)

      BTW, I never did find the camera cord. I ALMOST NEVER lost stuff. But when I do, it stays lost. One of my commenters said that perhaps Blanche took it with her when she left.

  9. I love puppies (and that one’s a CUTIE!) but I get my fill of puppiness at the shelter every Monday. That’s enough to keep me from feeling the need to have one of those critters in my home again! Puppies are a LOT of work! I mean, they do make them that cute for a reason. (Cuz otherwise no one would want one!)

    • OMD, the cuteness is a weapon. I swear I saw Oliver taking a hosta leaf in his mouth as he looked up at me from the corner of his eye as if to say, “You know you can’t resist me.”

  10. I am an older dog person – ideally if/when I adopt again it’ll be a dog that’s at least 4 or 5 – I really don’t want any of the puppy time anymore. It’s a little too much to juggle with everything else. I commend you for your work with Oliver, I’m sure he’ll be adopted soon. And thank goodness for Honey being such a great babysitter.

    • Honey is a superstar baby sitter. If it weren’t for her great dog skills, I would never be as successful fostering.

      And yeah, I don’t see myself choosing to adopt a puppy. Older dogs are awesome.

  11. Silas was such an easy puppy–he is naturally a very tidy dog, and I could trust him from day (so, five weeks old) not to relieve himself on the sofa or our bed. So we spent a lot of time hanging out on the couch together. And yet, he still almost made me crazy.

    • Honey was also easy to house train. And a lovely puppy.

      But that soft golden retriever mouth? It doesn’t happen by accident. I spent months in tears because Honey was constantly biting me. It was horrible.

      BTW, now that I’ve read the first sentence of your comment, I’ll be thinking of Silas as the Felix Unger of dogs. :)

  12. I love puppies, but I think my days of having another puppy are over. My husband has adjusted to Theo much better than he did to Nelly and Sophie whom we got as puppies. I am glad you had a good week and took some photos of Oliver!

    • Yeah, my husband and I have spent a lot of time comparing our first days with our last dog, Shadow (8 years old when we adopted her) and our puppy months with Agatha and Christie and Honey. There’s no comparison.

      Puppies are cute. But older dogs rock!

  13. I am a puppy person! I love them. I understand the work, but I love to watch the bonding period, exploring all the new adventures, and watching how quickly they grow and learn. I dread the accidents, and the many walks in the nasty weather, but one sniff of puppy breath makes it all go away. Besides it doesn’t last fur-ever….

  14. The crate definitely saved my sanity with Luke, putting him in there for a nap was the only time I could get anything done! I think I’m a puppy person….I can’t believe Luke is almost a year old now and I would do it again (just maybe not getting a puppy in the middle of winter again though). I have to keep reminding my hubby though that Luke is still a puppy!

  15. What a cutie! I love puppies, but have adopted an adult, and one “older” puppy.

  16. What an adorable pup! I’ll bet Honey had her hands full!

  17. what a little cutie

  18. Love puppies and if Greyhound puppies weren’t very hard to find I’d be tempted if I ever get another dog. But I don’t mind admitting adopting a dog that isn’t a puppy is so much easier. Frankie was about 10 months old when I adopted him and he was a bit of a handful to begin with. Still way easier than a puppy.

  19. He is so lovely, sounds like it has been quite the week. Honey is so fab to put up with all of that!

  20. Yep. That’s exactly why I still haven’t posted the Clover-comes-home story on the blog. Puppies? They require constant vigilance.