...All that stuff
We got our pup back yesterday. It was a very long day. I've been sick, and so has kick... I went to the doctor; I've got a sinus infection. Huzzah. No sleepy for me-me. She's fine.
Baxter is doing fine. In fact, as I type this, he has gone to his room and gotten a toy. He's demanding that I play with him. He's cute. He's well mannered. He plays well by himself. He's a good only chile. He slept with us last night. I don't think the boy sleeps at night. Everytime I woke up to have a coughing session, he was already away and playing with his squeaky bone. I have to admit, I'm glad we have him back. I'm so thankful to Mother for taking care of him. But, he's ours and our responsibility, and I was feeling serious guilt for not having him.
He's eight months old now, and he's three pounds. He's getting to be a big boy... for him. He's a happy, healthy dog. He likes to play all the time. I don't know. He just seems happy. I hope we can keep him as happy as mother did.
Since his coat is completely white, we went out and bought some cleaner for his little face where his tears stain it. It's non-toxic, non-lethal... all that good stuff. Tonight, he gets a face wash, a bath, and he bangs trimmed a bit. Oh, and his heart worm medicine. We want to keep him healthy, after all.
I'm looking forward to taking him to meet my dad's side of family. I'm really very excited about that. They've never seen him, but they ask about him all the time. I can't wait for them to see my puppy is cutier than all of their puppies. ;)
One thing Mom did that I'm not really sure I liked was she just left food down for him all the time. I would really rather just feed him once a day, or, at the very least, put him on a feeding schedule. But, I'm not sure how to move him from free range eating to a schedule.
I suppose I'll work something out.
Baxter is doing fine. In fact, as I type this, he has gone to his room and gotten a toy. He's demanding that I play with him. He's cute. He's well mannered. He plays well by himself. He's a good only chile. He slept with us last night. I don't think the boy sleeps at night. Everytime I woke up to have a coughing session, he was already away and playing with his squeaky bone. I have to admit, I'm glad we have him back. I'm so thankful to Mother for taking care of him. But, he's ours and our responsibility, and I was feeling serious guilt for not having him.
He's eight months old now, and he's three pounds. He's getting to be a big boy... for him. He's a happy, healthy dog. He likes to play all the time. I don't know. He just seems happy. I hope we can keep him as happy as mother did.
Since his coat is completely white, we went out and bought some cleaner for his little face where his tears stain it. It's non-toxic, non-lethal... all that good stuff. Tonight, he gets a face wash, a bath, and he bangs trimmed a bit. Oh, and his heart worm medicine. We want to keep him healthy, after all.
I'm looking forward to taking him to meet my dad's side of family. I'm really very excited about that. They've never seen him, but they ask about him all the time. I can't wait for them to see my puppy is cutier than all of their puppies. ;)
One thing Mom did that I'm not really sure I liked was she just left food down for him all the time. I would really rather just feed him once a day, or, at the very least, put him on a feeding schedule. But, I'm not sure how to move him from free range eating to a schedule.
I suppose I'll work something out.