So call me naive. I haven't had a puppy since Max in 1992. When I was living at home. With my parents. So perhaps in the last 16 years, I'd sort of forgotten how much work a puppy is. Esp. when YOU'RE the parent dealing w/it. It's like having a baby! And Woody isn't a fan, he's currently on sedatives to deal. Seriously.
Sherman is a great puppy--it's just that housebreaking and training is a LOT of work. I'm constantly on guard wondering what he's up to. I just am. And until he's 100% housebroken, that's the way it is going to be. We're getting there. I know we're getting there. But it's a process...
He started puppy school today. So while I didn't have him all day, he's wearing a leash and training collar and I have to correct him any time he does anything wrong. Which means I've got to have a free hand for corrections when he's out of his kennel. And he always wants to be out b/c he's in a kennel most of the day at school. Aye yi yi.
So I'm tired. And crabby. And Jamie just doesn't understand what the problem is...
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. This too shall pass, right?
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