Saw Aussie Lap Puppy licking my Wonder Woman’s cat’s butt again, and thought, “Hey! Could save $$ on toilet paper if. . . ” Nah. While it would be a $$-saver, I just think. . . nah. After all, I have enough problems with his “cat-butt tongue kisses” already.
Birthday Boy
So, my Wonder Woman gave Aussie Lap Puppy a birthday present she had bought him (a heavy duty nylon “bone” with a beef wrapper). He gently took it from her hand, then set it on the floor and laid down just “cuddling” it for a bit. THEN. . . bit. And chewed and chewed and chewed. . .
Happy puppy. (The part where he grabbed it between his paws and rolled over on his back to enjoy it from another angle? *smh* Nutso.) 12 months old today and undergoing another wee growth spurt? Yeh, that.
Leveling Up
I have Leveled Up several times in the “Achey-Breaky Body” game. I have dislocated a knee rolling over in bed and dislocated a hip by just laying there, unmoving.
And then there are those “rough patches” of clear, smooth, open floor. . . Dangerous when barefoot or in shoes that give good traction, ya know. Socks or smooth-soled slippers, dude. Less likely to trip over a stray cat hair.
And lest you think it’s all age-related, nope. Pretty much been this way my whole life, with the rare decade of well-coordinated, healthy, fit body wedged in.
Of course now, what with New Guy puppy* and all that, it’s fun working downfield past a VERY active Defensive Tackle; it’s challenging. . . *heh* (I dunno why he’s working so hard to take me down when he has rung his Doggy Door Bell to go out, but I guess that’s the game, eh? *heh*)
*At least, as a puppy, he needs about as much sleep as he does activity, so I do get a little bye on heading “downfield,” at times. 😉
More on New Guy
*huh* New Guy pup will be 5 months old come Sunday. Growing like a weed and into everything he can get to! Not so bad outside, but we are making him into an inside/outside dog, and, ya know that facial tissue ya missed the trashcan throw with? Yeh, it’s a race to pick it up before him. He has also found that my “Poang” ottoman is a great way for him to stay on top of my feet when I’m at the keyboard. *heh*
Still, as active as he is, he continues to have about an eighteen hour zonked out time every day (in bits and pieces, with eight hours—broken into a couple of four-hour chunks—in his “transition to crate” sleep area).
A few commands are working their way into his repertoire, but some behaviors (jumping on folks is worst) are only very, very slowly coming under control. Ah, but he’s a real people person/lover boy, and finds people to be MUCH more interesting than his toys. I expect he will be a zero as a watch dog, though. ¯\_(?)_/¯