May 28, 2011 17:32
Piper is 25% Labrador retriever and 100% puppy. This means that everything is meant to be eaten and chewed. It feels like I'm in an epic battle of wits with her - there is no such thing as a puppy proof house. She's gone through one pair of shoes, one bar of soap, two razors, and has started in on the plastic parts of the shower. And this is me keeping her in a confined "secure" location with shit picked up and out of the way. She's near the end of teething, and I continue to up the security, but she is just so persistent and smart that she almost always finds a way to get what she wants.
When I was young(er) and stupid(er), I thought that a bond with a puppy would be automatic. That the simple act of raising said puppy creates an insta-relationship. I didn't really understand that a relationship with a puppy takes just as much work - even more so, because their little puppy brains are so busy focusing on growing and learning how to survive in their "packs." I can see the gears winding around her tiny little head, and sometimes there will be a light in her eyes that says, "Oh, yes. I understand. I'm still going to do my little puppy thing, but I'm sure one day I'll listen." I feel like we are finally starting to connect on some levels.
I see a lot of myself in Piper - we are both stubborn and cheeky, independent, awkward in social groups, and we pee all over the floor when meeting new people.
::beamy out::
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