Tuesday, February 3, 2009

New motherhood

"Mine. It's Mine."

Though I love the little lovable, too smart for his own good or mine puppy, he is playing havoc with my life. Writing-sleeping-housecleaning-interruptus. This boy has taught me the meaning of being a new mother. And at my age. Well, it will be great fodder for a book.

I kept thinking about what Leah told me about being in charge. I'm determined that I will be the boss.

Today, we tried to overcome Dusty's bad behavior to get his collar on him. CFM, big guy that he is, succumbed to Dusty's flailing by letting go and getting bitten. So after he left, Dusty and I had a talk. I managed to get the collar on him but it wasn't tight enough and of course, he ended up in a bind with it locked in his jaws.

Then we had to work through that crisis which seems to have given him some faith in my handling him. Each time he got through the traumatic process he got a treat. Maybe we're building a little respect between us. I hope so. That's one of my goals today. To get a leash on him so I don't have to chase him into the night, down the muddy hill to the bayou, or off into the Wildlife refuge where the night predators can get him.

It gives me nightmares just thinking about it.


Cora Zane said...

What a cutie! :*)

Anonymous said...

Oh don't let that cute face fool you. He's always on good behavior showing off how photogenic he is when I'm trying to catch him in a temper tantrum.

Of course then he turns that sweet 'who me?' look on Momma and she's gone.

Mini doesn't do that to you does he?

Leah Braemel said...

Hmm, I could have sworn I'd left a comment on this post the other day.

Yes, puppies are very much like kids - Mother Nature makes them with those big sweet faces and eyes so their real mom's won't kill 'em in frustration!