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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You’re a Cutie

Picture this.

I’m sitting in a chair with a certain little puppy on my lap.

Boy – “Hi cutie”

Me – “Hi!”

Boy – “I wasn’t talking to you.”

Me – “Oh. So I’m not cute?”

Boy – “Well, you are.  But come on, you’ve got to admit – she’s cuter.”

Me – “Thanks.”

Boy – “Sorry, but it’s the truth. Look at her!”

You can’t argue with the truth.

Cute puppies who love to play on the computer make blogging more challenging.  But I’ve got a bunch in the arsenal – stay tuned.

 

 

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. 

Photo Challenge – Week 2

Did you think I fell off the wagon already? No-no.  I just spent the weekend with the puppy instead of pre-posting for Monday.

Here we go:

January 9 – Simplicity

January 10 – Comfort

January 11 – Accomplishment


January 12 – Calm

January 13 – Keepsake

January 14 – Homemade

January 15 – Spontaneous (Dancing that is)

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?