One year… ish.

Let’s take a little break from the big C to talk about a little G.  Gordon.  Gordie Howe. Wee Gordy. The Brown One.  Little Brown Dog. G-dog. Monkey Face.

Can you believe it’s been a whole year(ish) since this little face came into our lives?

When we picked her up - on her new Dad's lap.

Tuesday after Thanksgiving was when we went to go and pick out (but not take home) our puppy. The plan was to go and pick one but go back on Friday so we could spend a sleepless weekend with her rather than start mid-week.  The plan did not go well.  How could we leave that little face there for another 3 days?

A cuddler - yes please!!!

In honour of our one-year puppy-versary here’s five things about the G-dog.

1. What’s in a name?

The Boy and I had been referring to “our dog Gordon” since we moved in together 3 years earlier. Gordon is named after Gord Downey the lead singer of The Tragically Hip – the Boy’s favourite and (until Shred Kelly came along) only band. When it came to actually getting a puppy we had many predetermined variables. Name. Breed. Colour.  Sex wasn’t one of them – we didn’t want to be too picky! Gordon was the only brown (more gingerish really) puppy in her litter.  Her litter-mates were all white.  How could we not pick the one that was different? Clearly we needed the ginger dog.  And so we have a girl, named Gordon.  We have since met a giant boy dog named Kimberley. To each their own.

Puppy's first bath - not a fan

2. When we get a dog….

When the Boy first came home to meet the parents all those years ago he got his first real taste for what it means to have a city dog. He even went as far to say that if reincarnation is a thing – he wanted to come back as my parents’ dog.  I can’t blame him. When we got a dog, he had some rules he wanted in place. Don’t teach the dog to lick your face – it’s disgusting. Must be well behaved. No dogs in our bed. I’m not claiming that I’m any less of a suck with her, but I will say the Boy has definitely let her lick his face, and while she’s pretty good – she did jump up on my lap while we were in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner this weekend.  And as for the latter….

Sleepy Puppy

Gordon sleeps on our bed.  In our bed. And on our pillows.  If your arm is out to the side at all, she will curl herself up in the crook of your armpit and put her face next to yours.  Like a person.  I let her sleep on the bed one night when the Boy was away.  The Boy officially liberated her on March break when she was spade. They say a picture is worth 1000 words.

Nothing Staged About This One

3. The Road.

This might be a little TMI but this dog does not like to poop on grass.  She’s a road girl.  She’s been known to literally stop traffic when she decides it’s time to go. I think this is hilarious. Others have commented that it makes her the most princessy of all the princess dogs in our lives.

No picture of this one.

4. Sock. 

The dog loves socks. Most puppies seem to, but this one has not grown out of it.  She will try and take them right off your feet if you’ll let her. When the Brother taught her the basement wasn’t scary but a wonderful magical place where all the socks get dumped on the floor… it was a good day in her life. A bit of a nightmare in ours.

5. Tragic Flaw.

Gordon has a PIERCING bark.  As I type this she is barking at me because she wants to play and I’m typing.  Despite her lack of English language skills , she’s pretty good at telling you what she wants, unfortunately she doesn’t typically let you know quietly. Only at ear piercing squeeky volumes.

However, despite this flaw, she makes up for it in her only-child suckiness. The best part of a sucky dog, how happy she is to see you.  Gone for five minutes? Back from a day at work? Gone for two weeks? Devastated when you leave… but when you get back

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The Doorbell

Our little puppy is causing me quite the conundrum.  She has developed this habit of barking at the sound of the doorbell.  I know, nothing surprising, nothing weird.

She barks anytime a doorbell rings on TV.

I know.  This is not surprising.

Here’s the thing.  No one rings our doorbell.  In her 7 months of life she may have heard OUR doorbell ring twice – maybe three times.

Sure, sometimes people come over – but they rarely ring the doorbell. They just come in – knock while opening the door.

So, I ask you – where did she learn this? How does she know that the sound “ding-dong” means she should run angry and defensive to the front door?

It truly baffles me.

The only explanation I can come up with is barking at a doorbell is instinctual as a result of generations of domestic Shih-poos who have evolved like Pavolv’s dog to respond to a doorbell with a bark.  It’s fascinating to me.

Have you ever stopped to think about this?  Or is it just me… and the Boy – he finds it weird too.

Other quirks we’ve noticed: She refuses to go to the basement.  No particular reason that we can tell.  She is fully capable of going down the stairs.  She has been down there maybe once or twice when she was a baby and we carried her around everywhere we went.  Nope. Will not do it.  She stands at the top of the stairs and peeks her head around the doorframe.  We’ve called her from the bottom of the stairs – no dice.

That’s not really a big deal since our basement is not finished we’re really only down there doing laundry most of the time.  But this last one – is getting to be a pain in the butt.

She won’t come up the deck stairs from the backyard.  She’s done those stairs with ease for months.  No problem,  running up and down without a care in the world.  The last 2 weeks(ish)? No thank you. Stands at the bottom and barks at us until we come out and get her.  At which point she trots away a few feet and sits down, waiting to be picked up and carried up the stairs. 

We’ve started trying to treat train her into doing them again, and I’m pretty sure it has something to do with the 2″ ice patch at the bottom of the stairs that makes the ground nearly level with the first little stair.  And then there’s the fact that sometimes her leash gets stuck on a hard bit of snow and gets stuck.  This happened to her right before the refusal to climb the stairs started, she ran up the stairs and got pulled back a bit because her leash was stuck.  Is that enough to scare her out of it? And how long will she remember that happened?  How smart is this dog?

It’s a good thing she’s cute.

 Sleepy Puppy
Does your pet have a habit that you don’t know where she got it from.
BTW – she totally sleeps in our bed now. And I would like the record to show that it wasn’t me that put her there – not that I mind, I was the one that said she would end up sleeping with us.  The Boy was adement.  No dogs in the bed.
Puppy love
This is where she likes to nap, and most mornings she’s wrapped around the Boy’s head… on his pillow.

Foreshadowing

An update on the cutest puppy you’ve ever seen? She’s great. Still cute.  Cries less. Loves her bed.  Still not a big fan of being left in the crate.  Slept through the night Friday and Saturday night – woke up once Sunday and up early Monday morning – of course. But since then she’s been sleeping through the night and minimal crying in the crate at bedtime – we’re such proud parents.

She’s very cuddley, when she’s not trying to eat your hair, your ear or generally biting your face.

FYI puppy teeth are SHARP!

People say that a puppy is good practice for a baby. I don’t really know who these people are – but I’ve been told, “people say it.”  Being a new puppy parent, I can say there might be some truth to that, but don’t think it’s really practice so much as foreshadowing.

The Boy is VERY fond of Gordon. He’s very protective of her, worries she’s going to fall off the couch and hurt herself.  Tells me frequently where she is in proximity to my feet so I don’t step on her.  When I do catch her while I’m walking and she goes sliding across the floor he says “you have to be careful! She likes to stay right with you!”

 

He says she likes me better – not necessarily true, but there is one difference between us.  I get up with her and the Boy does not.

Actual conversation after night 2 with puppy.

The Boy – I’m not a morning person

Me – I know.

The Boy – I don’t know how you do it

Me – What?

The Boy – get up with her at 4:30 and 5 in the morning.

Me – She needs to go out. And I don’t want my day to start at 4:30 while I listen to her cry for 2 hours, so I get up let her out play with her and then we have a nap for another hour or so.

The Boy – I know.  I can’t do it. I’m sorry, but I can’t get out of bed and get up with her.

Me – I’ve noticed.  I’m sensing some foreshadowing here.

The Boy – Are you? Good.  Me too – at least you won’t be surprised.

Here’s the thing about puppies, they’re pretty much sleeping through the night by about day 4. Maybe getting up once until Day 10. That is a small but significant difference between dog babies and human babies. I informed The Boy that while I am fine with getting up with our furry little puppy-child this should in no way be taken as solidifying our roles once we have little humans to take care of.  Babies do not sleep through the night by day 10.  And while I can handle a few days of sleepiness while we get our puppy acquainted with her new home – I am by no means prepared to take the night shift entirely by myself for any humans that may come our way. No dice my friend.

So while I don’t think that looking after a puppy is the same as looking after a baby – the saying is not without some truth.  We’re getting an idea of what battles may lie ahead – and since they also say to pick your battles – I guess Gordon is helping us man our  stations. 

Puppy or Baby?

Which one do you think is easier to manage?

The Boy was puppy sitting Molly the other day since all of her regularly scheduled people were going to be out all day and Mom felt like it was a long time to leave the baby.  So she brought her by on her way downtown for The Boy to watch.  He was so excited about his date “with his girlfriend” as he put it.  But when she got to our house… M for Meltdown.  The little dog was so sad.  Crying and whining and generally would not settle.

I came home at lunch and she was thrilled to see me, mostly she likes to bite my hair, but even that was short-lived, she just wandered around the apartment making sad little noises.

We tried everything, playing, taking her out to pee, we even took her for a 20 minute walk (a long time for those little legs).

Nada.

How can a 3lb little ball of fluff be so demanding?

Mom forgot to send some food with her, so the Boy resolved that she must be hungry/stressed to be out of her house so he packed up her stuff (she came with a substantial amount for an afternoon) and took her home to Alliston.  Back to her house. Back to her brother Denver.

While we were walking her (so awkward BTW she’s so small and underfoot all the time it’s crazy!) we passed by a friend/neighbour who just had a baby.  Little Issac was 4 weeks old and sleeping soundly, as we stopped to chat with her, Molly started to whine again.  We exchanged details about our new little ones, and this mom of 2, a three year old and a 4 week old actually said – “I don’t envy you – I’d rather take a baby than a puppy”

Really?

Molly really hasn’t been that bad (says the person who is not getting up with her at night), she is into everything of course, but she is also super cute and cuddly which obviously makes it okay. When I came home and the Boy was freaking out that he couldn’t get the dog to stop crying it made me laugh in my head and think – is this is a glimpse into my future? How are you ever going to handle a baby if you can’t handle a puppy for an hour!  So this thought that the baby would actually be easier really threw me way off.

I’ve never agreed with “we’ll get a puppy to practice for a baby” the whole idea makes no sense to me, but if it’s true a baby is easier than a puppy – maybe a puppy is good practice?

So I’m putting it to you new mommies out there – and I know you’re out there.  Which do you think is easier, new baby or new puppy?

It’s a Puppy Surprise!

New year and all that, but I still haven’t covered the last of last year… so we’ll get to that today.

The Boy and I travel over the holidays, every year we are reminded how lucky we are that we get to see everyone, blah blah blah, but every year we think at some point, one day we will stay put and tell people to come to us… not going to happen for a while I know, but it’s nice to dream.  It’s not that we don’t love seeing everyone it’s just that by New Year’s it’s time to go home.  Sleepy, sleepy.

December 24 we went to my parent’s house and were greeted as we came in by an early stocking surprise.

A 3lb, Shi-poo, little fluffy black ball of a surprise.

Meet Molly or Suga’ Mama – whatever you prefer.

Look at that face.

And that is basically how we spent our week, squishing her and cuddling her.  Sure, we went to the Boy’s parents too and we spent a few days in London while the Boy coached volleyball.  But mostly, we just wanted to come back to my parents and play with the puppy.

Wouldn’t you?

The new addition has made great strides in our own puppy vs. laundry debate. In our current apartment we can’t have a dog.  I know I know, a landlord cannot tell you – you cannot have a dog. It’s against the law.  But we also don’t really want to make our landlord pissy since they live right across the street from us.  So we’ve put it off. The Boy and I have been half-heartedly looking for a new apartment, but so far we have had very different lists.

The Boy wants – Laundry, and pay as little for rent as humanly possible.  He doesn’t really care if it’s a basement, if it’s in the same town, if it’s 600 square feet, if it’s got 7 foot ceilings. None of it matters.  Is it under $1000/month inclusive and does it have access to laundry on site.  Sold.

Call me picky, call me a princess but I’ve got a few more things on my list. I hate moving and if I’m going to do it, I want everything on my list so we are definitely happy there until we are able to buy something.  My list includes, pet friendly, laundry, outdoor space, NOT a basesment, good size bedroom, workable kitchen, an extra bedroom would be nice, access to storage, not a highrise and a clean/cleanable bathroom.  And I’m willing to pay a bit more. I understand the theory of paying as little as possible while you are renting but I also know we are further from buying than we would like to be – so I want to be comfortable and am willing to pay for it.

So what does this have to do with the little face?

One of the first things the Boy said to me after seeing her was, “we need to move… and I want a puppy”

Thanks Molls!

A Glimpse into the Future…

We have a house guest.  He’s furry, he has four paws, and he’s sick. He’s Denver, and he has diarrhea.  The thinking is that the golf course my parents moved to had heavily sprayed the grass before closing the course for the season.  The dogs get to play on the fairway once the course is closed – coincidentally now all the neighbourhood dogs are sick.  Awesome.

Mom and Dad have left for Florida and that leaves my four-footed friend bunking with the Boy and I.  Sick.

He’s made a turn for the better (sister – don’t worry he should be back to normal by the time your shift comes), but this weekend did offer a slight glimpse into my future.  While the Boy has been fine with him during the day (he even cleaned up the GIANT mess in the bathroom Friday after work), at night Denver suddenly becomes “my dog.”  When he jumps off the bed, and wants outside at 2:30, 4:00, and 6:00 in the morning – the Boy hears him before I do, wakes up, but then shoves me and says “Your dog wants out.”  I’ve gotten up, put on my shoes and coat and taken him outside. It’s made me wonder… is this what it’s going to be like?

I decided to engage the Boy in this thought…

Me – Why is it that Denver is suddenly my dog anytime after you’ve gone to bed (9:30), but you’ve got strong opinions about what we should be feeding him any other time?

Boy – Because he’s your dog.  He’s your responsibility – especially at night.

Me – Is this going to be your answer if we have kids – are you going to hear them cry, wake me up and say “your kid needs you!”

Boy – Well, we’ll always be sure they’re your kids – they come out of you after all.

Me – Are you saying you’ll need a DNA test before you’ll change a diaper?

Boy – Hmmm…. I hadn’t thought of it… but that sounds like a good idea.

Great.

For those concerned – Denver has made a turn for the better, he slept through the night and without getting too graphic – things are looking more solid.  If you find yourself in a similar situation – I gave him rice and boiled hamburger and found some kind of puppy pepto at the pet store.  He doesn’t seem to particularly care for it, but he’s better so too bad.  The pet store also suggested Gatorade in his water – he didn’t like that.

"My tummy hurts"