It’s been so nice of many of you to ask how I have been doing at my new home, so Mom said I could write a guest post for our LifeInBetween friends.
It’s been 10 days since my new Mom and Dad drove me two VERY Loooooooong Hours in the truck to Mars from my temporary home at the dog shelter in Ohio. As my mom already shared, I threw up three times. Seems I get a bit car sick, and I was EXTREMELY nervous too.
I was pretty shy at first. There were so many new things to discover, and I wasn’t sure I trusted these people, but my Mom works from home most of the time, so she has been able to be with me A LOT, and I am really growing fond of her.
Dad has to leave most of the time during the day to go to his job, but when he comes home, boy is it fun to have both of them here!
There is A LOT to learn here. My mom said it is for my best interest and safety to learn all of these rules, and it will make me a better dog, so I am trying very hard to make her happy. Sometimes, however, I just can’t help myself…
I went to the doctor yesterday for my first check-up. I really didn’t want to get in Mom’s car, but she turned the air conditioning on full blast in my face, laid a big blanket down on the seat (in case I threw up again – and to catch the unfortunate drool that I just couldn’t help). Thankfully it was a short drive, and I didn’t throw up! YAY!
Once there, however, I was a nervous wreck again! I did NOT want to go in. So many new smells, new people, things I just didn’t understand – nor did I want to! But once again, Mom convinced me it was for my best interest, so in we went.
The doctor and his helpers were really nice. They were patient with me. They told my mom I was very handsome and very healthy, and that I am about a year old. Dr. I liked my teeth and my coat and my ears. He told her I need a lot of TLC because I am nervous. I weigh 40.8 pounds. Seems I lost a few pounds during this transition time, but I look pretty svelte if I do say so myself!
One of the ways my mom says she is trying to “help” me is with this stupid red “bizzer” collar I have to wear, and these horrifying orange flags around the edges of the yard. We walk around and around and around the yard, but we don’t dare go near those flags. Mom tells me we are in “Charlie’s yard.” (yeah yeah – whatever! I get it lady – you’ve said it a couple gazillion times).
At first, though, I have to admit I really wanted to check out beyond “Charlie’s yard” a couple times. Well – let me tell you, it is not something you want to do! If there is one thing you take away from this post – I implore you – look out for orange flags everyone!
If I don’t have my “bizzer collar” on, it is exciting, because that means we are going for a walk BEYOND Charlie’s yard – YIPPEE! Unfortunately, there are more rules to that, however, like we have to stop and stay off the street when these things called “cars” come zooming by, and I am not allowed to eat all the interesting things I find on the ground that mom says you really don’t want to hear about. She says it is “YUCKY!” I say it is “YUMMY!” Sometimes she wins. Sometimes I win.
My mom wants me to eventually be able to go out in the yard without a leash, but so far, I really can’t be trusted (as I have proven two times already). So one of her “training techniques” is that she leaves a leash on me with a long rope attached, but she doesn’t hold onto it. This way, if I do start to run or head out beyond the orange flags (NOT!), she can catch the long rope. She knows I can run much faster than her (wink!), and I like to run!
Last night, we played in the yard and on the deck. It was so nice out, and I played with some of my favorite toys.
I also like to relax on the chaise lounges when I get tired or to just chew on a bone or ball for a while.
I’m settling in nicely, and I hope to have lots of stories and adventures to share in future posts if Mom allows me.
After all, I’m one of the things she likes about “life in between.” 🙂
Cheers & Puppy Kisses,