Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Even though thoughts of this have been running through my head for some time now I would continually shake them off thinking there was no way I would ever go through this again.
Well I was wrong thanks to a friend of mine that just got two gorgeous German Shepherd puppies. Thanks. A. Lot. Bruce.
I liked having little dogs, but in reality I needed a larger dog for protection. Never, ever, have I considered a German Shepherd, One look at the two remaining pups and my life flashed in front of my eyes and I knew I wasn't going home without a few bite marks, scratches from baby claws, a huge 8 week old puppy, and an even bigger smile.
Oh my gosh she has this girl hopping! She's been home now for 3.5 days and we've been pretty busy keeping her busy, and out of trouble.
Starting crate training is a pain in the ass, especially with a puppy whose bark is bigger than a semi truck, and whose puppy dog eyes are sadder than sad, but we're sticking to it.
Karma's a smart little (big) pup. She knows several commands so far, is doing great with leash training and house breaking, and is doing an incredible job of burning my calories. I'm trying to see the equality of this, nearly 20 pound, puppy growing larger, stronger, and heavier, while at the same time forcing me to consume calories I don't have to consume. Well at least I'll be getting more cardio.
We've began socializing her by multiple daily walks, meeting lots of people, and tonight we walked NW 23rd and she sat by my feet, as quiet as a mouse, as we dined at Papa Haydn's outdoor patio. She was captivated by the eclectic atmosphere of the area. She was taking it all in and it was amusing to watch her attempts to figure out all of the "Keeping Portland Weird" people and activities.
So far Miss Karma loves the scrubbies from my shower, she loves the shower period. She loves to try to play with the other dogs, chew on their beds and shake them wildly with her head while holding them tightly in her razor sharp teeth. She's learning that it's not so cool to sneak up on an old, deaf, Maltese, or to jump at a sometimes surly Shih Tzu, and I have a feeling she thinks the Yorkie is a squeaky toy.
She's the sweetest little thing and I'm certain she's going to be the perfect service/companion/guard dog. She's certainly captured my heart. Then when a friend on Facebook saw my news about Karma he ended up getting the one remaining litter mate. I'm thinking we need to arrange sibling play dates.
Here's to a new chapter!