If you follow me on Twitter, I’m sure you know that I recently got a new puppy.
This is Lily. She’s an adorable little mutt. Her mother is a beagle/bulldog mix and her father is a husky. She’ll be 3 months old on January 15th.
Since I’m a proud new puppy parent, I thought I’d take the opportunity to inundate everyone with an excessive amount of pictures.
This is Lily the first time I saw her, when she was only six weeks old. She was so sleepy and calm. I fell right for that bait & switch.
Lily with her daddy on her first night at her new home. At 8 weeks she was still so tiny! Only 10lbs when we got her.
After we got her home and settled, we introduced her to her kitty siblings. Momo, who is suspiciously absent from all these photos, was not (and still isn’t) impressed with the new addition to the family. Max was more curious than anything.
I love the look on Max’s face during their first meeting. “What the fuck is that?!”
Sleepiest puppy. On her first night at home we were too wimpy to put her in her crate so she slept under the bed.
I never had a puppy before. The first night was fun. The next few days were overwhelming. She was peeing everywhere, chewing everything, biting everyone. She had me in tears by the third night. I was so used to quiet, low maintenance cats, and puppies are so needy and need to be watched constantly.
Max proved to be a good puppy watcher, and followed her around the house all the time to try to make sure she wasn’t causing trouble.
Lily learned to play fetch pretty quickly.
The nicest thing about puppies is that they sleep a lot. We finally got into a pattern where she would be awake and get to run around for 60-90 minutes, then go into her crate for a nap for 90 minutes. Once we started this pattern I felt a lot less exhausted and overwhelmed. (And finally had some time to sit down and play the video games I got for Christmas).
She’s still pretty crazy though. She has so much energy and sharp little razor teeth, I can’t wait for those to fall out. My biggest source of frustration right now is that she is so bitey. Hands, feet, clothes, she wants to chew them all. And it’s not just nipping, she’ll latch on to my hand and try to bring it to her bed with her. Ouch. I’ve tried all kinds of things to get that to stop, but am not having too much luck so far. Hopefully it’s something she starts growing out of soon.
We try to distract her from biting us with toys and delicious marrow bones, but nothing seems to keep her attention for more than a few minutes when she’s riled up.
She also steals Max’s catnip toys because she’s a jerk and verboten chew toys are the most fun chew toys.
Not only does she steal his toys, but she also likes to try to mount poor Maxmoo. Max doesn’t seem overly pleased with this, and Lily tends to get bit shortly after. This week they were approximately the same size (18lbs each), but she’s going to outgrow him fast.
Last night Lily had her first puppy socialization class. I was afraid she was going to be awful and unruly since she can be so wild at home, but she was actually very good! She did the best out of all the puppies at the obedience stuff. She played nice with the other puppies. I was worried because she was twice the size of the rest of them (the other puppies where much smaller – a pomeranian, a shih-poo, a greyhound and a shiba inu), but I only had to step in to intervene once. She actually seemed a little intimidated by the little 7lb greyhound (man, that thing can run). As an added bonus, the class wore her right out. She was a very nice, sleepy puppy for the rest of the night.
She can be infuriating, but she sure is cute. Over the last few weeks I’ve come to accept that she’s just a puppy, and not a little demon in disguise like I first thought she was. I love this bad puppy.