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We have a new puppy in our house. About a month ago we had to say good-bye to our Maggie. We had helped her get through over a year of end-stage CHF, but the time had come to help her shake free of her earthly bonds and run free at the Rainbow Bridge.
A couple of weeks later I was on Facebook and there was a post from Lucky Star Rescue that they had a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel they were looking to get adopted and he was only about 100 miles from us. He was a cute looking fellow, but when I dug a little deeper I discovered he was 9 yo. I just didn't think we could handle another short-timer. Just on a whim I checked the Cavalier Rescue USA web page. I almost fell out of my chair when I found a Cavalier puppy, again only about 100 miles from us. I put in my app and 1 week ago he came to live with us.
He is 9 months old and hasn't had much training. We're working on house breaking him and he's making good progress. When we got him he wouldn't go outside after dark. Now he just needs someone to go with him after dark, so the number of 'incidents' have decreased significantly. He is also a chewer. I suspect that his adult teeth are coming in. Oh my! He chews EVERYTHING. Even through we have chew toys all over the house, they aren't enough. A couple of days ago he managed to get hold of my cordless mouse and totally destroyed it. Sigh - off to Best Buy for a replacement. He's managed to get hold of pill bottles, sewing thread, and on and on. Last night at about 3:00am I was awakened to the sound of crunching. Beau had managed to get hold of a full bottle of pills and was merrily chewing the cap to pieces. I leaped out of bed, chased him around the house a bit and finally got the pills away from him. As I headed back to the bedroom I heard the Mrs. hollering at him. Evidently, as soon as I got the pill bottle from the little rascal, he dashed back into the bedroom, jumped up on the bed, and got my glasses off the nightstand!
By the time we got them away from him, he had popped one lens out and scratched both lenses. Arrrrgh! This morning at 9:00am I was waiting at the glasses store to see what could be done. Answer: you need to get the lenses replaced. And here's where the karma kicks in. I asked them to check the warranty (the glasses come with a 1 year unconditional warranty, but I couldn't remember when I got my current pair). My warranty is good through May 10! So, they will replace the lenses at no charge!!
The dog gets to live.
3catwoman3
(24,088 posts)Last edited Mon May 6, 2019, 04:15 PM - Edit history (1)
...can't imagine life without him.
There are myriad similarities between puppies, kittens, and toddlers.
Stonepounder
(4,033 posts)And our Bella, who is 1 1/2 yo now has a playmate to wrestle with.
mopinko
(70,295 posts)civilized. he was supposed to be a wheaton terrier mix, according to the shelter. in fact, he is half great pyrenees. 100 lbs of holy terror.
i damn near took him back to the shelter more than once.
ate many pairs of glasses, tho thankfully only cheap readers. ate not one but 2 couches, a brand new, very expensive pair of work shoes, plus several crocs and other shoes, innumerable pillows, several quilts, not to mention a couple of my chickens.
but he finally started to get better, w a lot of good training, he is finally a pretty good boy. still eats pillows, and steals food, but we are getting there.
he is a great replacement for a big boy who was my gladiator that i had to give up. my big bully is so warm and fuzzy, he doesnt really
one of the best things he has learned is "leave it", which we managed to up to "drop it", mostly.
hopefully in 6 mos or so he will settle a little more, and we will make a therapy dog out of him. my bully and i do that, and tho they are very different, they both have a lot of love to give.
still waiting on some good karma here, tho.
tblue37
(65,524 posts)Boomer
(4,170 posts)Only she's not a puppy going through a teething phase, she's an older rescue dog (we think maybe 8 years old) with severe food anxiety. If she gets the least big anxious, Sallie grabs something to chew.
Casualties:
my glasses
a phone dock
a back scratcher
several vacuum cleaner attachments
assorted pens
assorted brushes
electric plug end of appliance cords
countless bags of oatmeal, cookies, crackers, candy, coffee, and cereal that she's dragged out of cupboards
yard tools
hose nozzle
wall faucet
She's a one-dog wrecking crew!