Yesterday was pup’s first visit to the vet. It was also his first time going for a walk with a harness and leash outside of the house. The vet said he was in perfect health and gave him his nine week vaccination. It made him quite drowsy within half an hour, which for me was pretty good because it meant I got shit done while he was happily curled up in his bed crate, sleeping for hours on end. Bear and I even got more than three hours sleep between toilet breaks last night. \o/ Not that the past fortnight of broken sleep isn’t killing us, but it’s a bit better than it was in the beginning. We don’t look quite so haggard and exhausted. Our sex life’s gone to shit though, we just don’t have the energy for more than a cuddle and a kiss goodnight any more.
Walkies was fun last evening, if you leave out all the times pup decided to try and eat something. He spent most of the 35 minutes we were out walking around a 3 minute route, sniffing the air and watching people and traffic, and walking all of a metre before stopping, sitting down and surveying the temporary boundaries of his new Kingdom. He also got carried a short distance because he decided he didn’t like the texture of the road surface and refused to budge. He looks so cute in his new harness, but he walks with a wiggle, which is so funny. 😀 He’s also found more things to chew on, which is starting to drive me a little nuts. This morning Bear had to move a huge patio plant pot because pup has managed to figure out how to get into it to chew on the newly blossoming stems.
I had to move my genealogy book and box, because he’s managed to wet the corner of the box enough, through licking it, to make a hole and then started ripping into it and eating the cardboard. Little bugger.! You’d think he didn’t get fed enough or didn’t have enough chew toys to play with, or didn’t get enough attention. Believe me, he does… I spend my entire day entertaining him, racing around the patio while he tries to bite my shoes, playing with a big broom he likes to chase and bark at and rolling his Kong-type ball around and playing tug with his squeaky bear and new rope toy he got from the vet’s yesterday. If anyone needs attention, it’s me. When I’m not entertaining the dog and trying to keep him from eating shit that could seriously damage his health, I’m cooking meals I barely have time to eat, sleeping like crap and missing out on a lot of the basic affection I used to get pre-puppy.
The laundry needs doing and I’m barely managing to keep Bear in underwear, only getting me time when pup is dozing happily in his bed crate for the 15 minutes before his next meal is due and my hands are red raw and dryer than parchment, and bloody sore. Maybe I should go to the vet’s for a shot to make me drowsy. 🙂
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