So, I got this puppy. I wasn't looking for another dog, it just happened and I fell in love.
Nine years ago we lost our German Shepherd mix. We also had two girls, a black mouth curr mix and a chihuahua when he passed. They were both puppies. They are still with us just a little older, greyer, and maybe a little heavier.
The second week after I got him was a very hard week. Nothing really to do with him. Problems were hitting me at all sides, but all my focus was on training this puppy.
In one way that was good. I couldn't dwell on things I couldn't fix at the moment. However, I also couldn't deal with the problems being thrown my way.
Since I was so focused on him I have discovered that puppies are sponges. He can sit, stay, lay down, wait for permission to eat, and now is learning to ring a bell to go potty. I've only had this guy for about 3 weeks!
I still have to get up in the middle of the night to let him out to potty and I still have to watch him like a hawk when he's awake. Still, this is a good experience at this time in my life. My first kid is about to leave the nest, and things will be changing around here. I hope to stay on a good track with this boy, and I hope he helps fill the hole that Bourbon left when he passed away. He's looking like he's going to be a very good boy.