A week on and Oscar the puppy is beginning to settle in. He’s stopped waking us in the night, which means that I am no longer to be found in my back garden, in my pjs, in the rain, without slippers, shouting ‘go wee Oscar’ at 3am. (I am extremely happy about this).
Having a puppy living with us has been such a shock to the system. It’s a bit like having a toddler pop around for a brief visit and then him deciding that he’d very much like to move in and chew things. The last week has caught us off guard, having to move things around and rescue toys and shoes from Oscar’s mouth.
(please tell me that it’ll get easier)
In the last week Oscar has had his first set of injections at the v.e.t.s, he’s been bathed, he’s been played with, he’s delivered poo after poo (tmi?) but mainly he’s learned to love his crate. At first I did think that making a teeny tiny puppy sleep downstairs in a crate would be cruel, but Dogs for Dummies (oh my goodness, have you read it?) told me that it’s ‘the most versatile piece of dog gear’ and when used can be the ‘easiest and fastest way to house-train’.
Can’t be true, I thought. Oscar will hate it, I thought. But no, Oscar loves sleeping in his crate, it’s his little bit of peace and space in our hectic home. And because Oscar is happy and settled, we can all get some sleep (hooray!) and this all links back to the ’3am and me half-dressed in the garden’ nightmare.
So, clearly, my new life motto is: If Dogs for Dummies says it’s ok, then it MUST be ok.
The next stage is continuing training (buying many poo bags) and trying to figure out all about leads and collars and finding a toy that’s puppy-sized and biteable.
(gosh, my life is the new rock and roll)