March 4th 2009 8:10 am
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Being a Puppy is tough. Now not many realize that - cuz we are so cute and make all this puppyhood stuff look easy. Let me tell you first paw - it's not all that it is cracked up to be.
I have been in my home for 1 1/2 months now ~ and I am learning the "DO's and DONT's of being a Puppy"
Here's what I learned so far~
1) Always greet everyone and everyfur you meet with a grin, a butt wiggle and lots and lots of puppy kisses.
2) Always use your pee pee pads (in their designated spots in the house) when you need to go potty and you can't make it outside in time.
3) Always pretend you like a bath. Cuz no matter how much you splash and whine - you're still going to get a bath.
4) Always eats everything on your plate - if you are a growing Puppy. If not - Mom will chase you down with a spoon in hand, and make you eat at least 1/2 of what's in your food bowl.
5) Don't chase Skinner (kitty bro) - cuz not only does he have claws - but he has a long, fast reach (and gets your nose faster than you can say Scooby Snacks).
6) Always obey the rules of house access - and don't whine and whimper when Mom decides to close a room with a puppy gate. Believe me - I've tried it - and whining gets you no where fast!
7) Remember to take lots of naps. When you are growing - you need all the beauty rest you can get - so you can grow to your full potential
8) Don't go poo in Mom's luggage - on top of her clean clothes. I learned this first paw. You get into LOTS of trouble - and you have even less freedom to roam in the house.
9) Do PLAY, PLAY, PLAY. Be silly and enjoy life with your pawrents and your siblings!
In a month and a half - those are some of my observations on the DO's and DONT's of being a good puppy :)
February 18th 2009 2:07 pm
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I was born on November, 27th, 2008 (on Thanksgiving Day - to be exact) in Diamond, MO. I was one of 12 pups born in my litter to Dazie and Andre. My Dad, Andre, is direct from Germany - so I am 50% German. I will be posting picture of my Mom and Dad on my page - in the near future :)
My Mom Dazie is also the Mom of Lizzy's Boxer Mom Daisy Jo (am I confusing you?) - so Lizzy (my boxer sister) and I do share some of the same bloodlines.
Being that I came from such a big litter - well - we all ended up smaller than the average sized boxer. I didn't realize how small I really was.... until......
But - back to my MO roots. I ended up being the 4th pup chosen - out of my litter - and the breeder humans told me I was going to go on a car ride that would take me to my new home!! I was confused as first - because I thought I was already at home. You know the saying - "Home is Where the Pups Are" - right?
On January 17th - I went on a car ride, and spent my last hour, all by my lonesome, with my Mom Dazie. We met my new human parents in Springfield MO - and I couldn't believe my eyes - there was a BOXER in a shiny red truck - and I was being carried in that direction!! Oh Happiness - when I found out that the shiny red truck was going to take me to my new home - and the BOXER in back - that's my sister Lizzy! At first - I was confused, as she was the size of my Mom- but yet SHE smelled like a puppy herself?!?!?!? I decided to try and nurse from her anyway (Cuz I was very thirsty) and who knew that a big girl like that could jump so high and so quick ? Lizzy was startled - and I had to settle for bottled water from a syringe. I was so small - that I really wasn't doing a great job of drinking from in bowl - in fact - I didn't really know how to.
After a long truck ride - I arrived to my new home, and a big family of cats, in Indiana! I was one tired pup - so Mom made me and Lizzy some chicken breast and we ate it. After that - Mom had to burp me (because I couldn't burp by myself at that time) - and we all settled in for a long night's sleep.
When I say I was small (and I still am for my breed and my age) - I was SMALL. When I had to go the the ER (cuz I fell and hurt my leg) - I only weighed 3.5 pounds - that was January 26th. Mom was concerned - and Dr Heather (known at our house as our Angel) came and examined me. On January 30th - Dr Heather decided to run a series of test on me - to rule out any congenital defects - because I just didn't look "right" for my age. Dr Heather weighed me - and at that time - I only weighed 4.3 pounds. (Did I mention I was small?)
My tests all came back normal - so with a collective sigh of relief in my family - our lives could continue as normal - and no more serious talks about "what if this is wrong with Lennon","what if that is wrong with Lennon" ~ you know what I mean.
Mom did say that no matter how my tests turned out - she would never, EVER return me to the Breeders. Dr Heather said NOT ALL Breeders are like this - but she wanted Mom to keep in mind that some breeders - when they get a pup back (due to a congenital condition) will put the pup down. Mom said that it is good to be aware of all the possibilites - but in the end - Mom would care for me nonetheless. Dr Heather told Mom that if things got to be too much, for caring for me, she would take me in and adopt me as her own. Like I said - all tests turned out normal - but I kinda wanted to give you an insight to how heavy all the talks where until my test results came back.
Well - I've been keeping Mom busy with feedings, cleanings, and everything else since she got me - BOL. But - I am growing. On February 15th - I weighed 10 pounds ~ I more than doubled in 2 weeks time!!
Dr Heather came by today - and I had a set of vaccinations - cuz I am finally big enough - where she feels safe administering the vaccinations to me :) Dr Heather said I look so much better than when she saw me 2 weeks ago.
Wanna know why?
Never underestimate the Power of a Puppy
(and Lizzy has some REALLY REALLY YUMMY snacks too)!
This is a little bit about me ~ Lennon.
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