Day 4 - Jim destroyer of worlds or socks, mostly socks … mostly.
Everyone says Jim is 18 months, but he doesn’t smell that, he has the puppy smell.
Today my Sister tried to get Jim to do things her way; Raye loves animals and cares for them but she just isn’t the kind of person that is close to nature. When that meets Jim, a force of Primal puppy power, things go sideways pretty quickly.
Raye (My sister) was home with Jim most the day normally this means bonding and such. But Jim is … well Jim.
Jim stole her shoe and ate it, she got mad about it, Jim brought the not so freshly chewed shoe to me and I looked at him and said “you shouldn’t have done that, it’s too late to be angry, but this is bad.”
Shortly after the shoe Raye told me she was moving out soon as she was able. I was a bit sad to hear that, but it is good, that was always part of her intent and seeing my sister achieve goals is a big thrill, any brother worth his salt will agree.
This morning I went to put on a pair of socks, the socks had no toes. Jim is bringing the 80’s back, through the re-invention of the leg warmer. I fell back, looked at the ceiling. I imagined socks that were dry and had toes - my inner self stepped up ‘that is not going happen today princess, man up and ship out.’
Today Raye and Jim continued their poorly timed clockwork dance.
It all started with her attempt to wash him, this failed in the most remarkable way. The Lab's love of water doesn’t sit with Jim, he loves dams and streams but water from the tap, He looks at you with that ‘I can’t see where that comes from, that’s a really dumb idea’ face.
With that in mind lets add Jim is a young, playful, spry, k9 and Raye is like a Brick. So after Raye managed to somehow get Jim wet enough to soap and scrub, I imagine no small feat of man handling and mutual water dosages and Jim no longer smelt of dead thing, the side point is it’s been raining, the yard is mud … So my Golden Labby has a nice shade of dirt through his hair.
I love books; I even took a course on how to make them. Jim also thinks their fabulous, they are wonderful little packages, food for the soul, heart and mind. Of course a dogs mind see’s the word ‘food’ in a more literal sense. So, if the whole paper confetti thing wasn’t enough of a clue, my sister’s library book got a right chomp. It was a book called ‘Battle Magic’ by Tamora Pierce, I heard the name and laughed. I’m not sorry about it because it’s such a common book.
Jim was good when I got home, least I think so compared to his introduction to the house and how many days it took for him to see the place as home. We went on a run and he was happy to get home, he loves running and he watches me and trots along next to me. Last night I was in a lot of pain, my legs were a nightmare a combination of bad shoes and running on concrete. I made an effort to stay on the grass, I think Jim could tell. He stuck to the grass as well and was hesitant to move onto the asphalt.
I can see why they’re a good police and military dog. Jim is really starting to grow on me, he's shaping up to be a good companion. Except for his inability to stop, finding a diverse field of toys and items for the chew and keeping a constructive training environment is not so much a challenge but a lifestyle change. Bed time, Jim is already asleep outside the door to my room, he’s not allowed into bed rooms he’s happy about that”, sometimes he goes in because he knows he’ll get chased out.
I’ll post this in the morning
Today my Sister tried to get Jim to do things her way; Raye loves animals and cares for them but she just isn’t the kind of person that is close to nature. When that meets Jim, a force of Primal puppy power, things go sideways pretty quickly.
Raye (My sister) was home with Jim most the day normally this means bonding and such. But Jim is … well Jim.
Jim stole her shoe and ate it, she got mad about it, Jim brought the not so freshly chewed shoe to me and I looked at him and said “you shouldn’t have done that, it’s too late to be angry, but this is bad.”
Shortly after the shoe Raye told me she was moving out soon as she was able. I was a bit sad to hear that, but it is good, that was always part of her intent and seeing my sister achieve goals is a big thrill, any brother worth his salt will agree.
This morning I went to put on a pair of socks, the socks had no toes. Jim is bringing the 80’s back, through the re-invention of the leg warmer. I fell back, looked at the ceiling. I imagined socks that were dry and had toes - my inner self stepped up ‘that is not going happen today princess, man up and ship out.’
Today Raye and Jim continued their poorly timed clockwork dance.
It all started with her attempt to wash him, this failed in the most remarkable way. The Lab's love of water doesn’t sit with Jim, he loves dams and streams but water from the tap, He looks at you with that ‘I can’t see where that comes from, that’s a really dumb idea’ face.
With that in mind lets add Jim is a young, playful, spry, k9 and Raye is like a Brick. So after Raye managed to somehow get Jim wet enough to soap and scrub, I imagine no small feat of man handling and mutual water dosages and Jim no longer smelt of dead thing, the side point is it’s been raining, the yard is mud … So my Golden Labby has a nice shade of dirt through his hair.
I love books; I even took a course on how to make them. Jim also thinks their fabulous, they are wonderful little packages, food for the soul, heart and mind. Of course a dogs mind see’s the word ‘food’ in a more literal sense. So, if the whole paper confetti thing wasn’t enough of a clue, my sister’s library book got a right chomp. It was a book called ‘Battle Magic’ by Tamora Pierce, I heard the name and laughed. I’m not sorry about it because it’s such a common book.
Jim was good when I got home, least I think so compared to his introduction to the house and how many days it took for him to see the place as home. We went on a run and he was happy to get home, he loves running and he watches me and trots along next to me. Last night I was in a lot of pain, my legs were a nightmare a combination of bad shoes and running on concrete. I made an effort to stay on the grass, I think Jim could tell. He stuck to the grass as well and was hesitant to move onto the asphalt.
I can see why they’re a good police and military dog. Jim is really starting to grow on me, he's shaping up to be a good companion. Except for his inability to stop, finding a diverse field of toys and items for the chew and keeping a constructive training environment is not so much a challenge but a lifestyle change. Bed time, Jim is already asleep outside the door to my room, he’s not allowed into bed rooms he’s happy about that”, sometimes he goes in because he knows he’ll get chased out.
I’ll post this in the morning