Being a New Fur-Mom

Shelby has been home for a month now, and today was literally the first day she was willing to sleep on her chair, and not on me, or next to my feet.  She’s growing like crazy, and is showing more and more personality each day.  It’s wonderful having such a bundle of energy around, but I’m exhausted. 🙂    I still miss Mandy, but the pain of losing her has definitely lessened with the fun of watching this new little being learning how this world works.

I was told that Shelby was the ‘reserved, shy’ little female in a litter of 3 puppies. Her bigger brothers may have been a little hard for her to handle, but she has gotten over that ‘reserved’ business with no problem.  I’ve had to throw away several toys that she has decimated.  Tonight, she had me laughing hysterically as she tried to pull a jersey knit baby blanket out from under herself, and was going at it like some sort of twisted paddle-ball imitation….her head was the ball part.

Today was also a bit of a wake up as to how much of a baby she still is. I’ve known about supervising puppies and dogs when they chew on rawhides for a while, thank goodness. Today, I had some arrive that I’d ordered for her, and gave her one. She was having a good time with it, and really seemed to love the thing. Then I noticed she was circling on her blanket like maybe she was trying to ‘bury’ it- but I didn’t see it. I heard her making some throaty noises, and immediately went to her and opened her mouth. The rawhide was wet and mucky about 1/3 of the way, and that third was down her throat… the dry part was in her mouth, invisible from the outside. If I’d gotten in the shower thinking she was a ways from it being too far gone, she could have choked.

Paper training has gone well- two full days with no accidents !  Not bad for only being three months old  🙂  She’s still eating three times a day, so what goes in must come out.  It was doing so within about 5 minutes of input- now she’s bigger, so there is more time for her to run around and play.  And, then she’ll stop and trot to her pee pads.

I’m exhausted.  I take naps most days, as does she- fortunately, puppies take 2-3 naps of at least 2 hours each day.  I put her back into the tent on my bed and zip her in, and she’s good about going back to sleep for at least one of those.  In the morning, she usually has an early pee run (I do the ‘running’ by carrying her to her papers), and then back to sleep before eating breakfast. I go back to bed when I can, and she’s trustworthy enough to put on the bed with me; she likes to snuggle against my back (or climb all over me until she chills out), and is learning that things don’t  move very fast around here (except for her).  I know that she will be worth it in the long run, but dysautonomia is no match for a puppy’s energy.   I rest when I can… and I love having her here no matter how tired I am.

Shelby with 'Grandpa'

Shelby with ‘Grandpa’

Shelby and one of her larger toys :)

Shelby and one of her larger toys 🙂

I have missed reading blogs, but hope to get back to some regular reading and writing as Shelby gets older, and more tolerant of me not being %100 focused on her. 🙂

 

Shelby the Hairy Tornado

Shelby is 10.5 weeks old now.  She has energy that my ‘closing-in-on-50-years-old’ body isn’t used to (especially with the disabilities I’ve got).  She IS a hairy tornado.  She wakes me up in the morning by pawing at the inside of the tent she sleeps in (on my bed- to keep her contained and safe, but next to me) to go potty.  She has learned how to paw the zipper from the inside and get the door all the way open- well at least enough to poke her head through, so I can’t dawdle.  I’ll carry her to her potty papers, and insist she unloads both tanks before moving on to feed her (I keep a baby gate up until she’s done).  Otherwise, it’s like a Tootsie Roll dispenser malfunctioned and left ‘gifts’ in a trail on the floor.  She’s a mobile pooper.  According to the puppy training information, she’s doing well.  She gets it right about %80 of the time already; the info says that most pups aren’t totally trained until they’re 6 months old.  In the meantime, there are barricades all over my apartment, and I bring her to her papers about every hour, when she wakes up after a nap, or after a period of psychotic playing.

She’s into the piranha-teeth phase now.  One of her favorite activities is to sink those sharp little puppy teeth into the back of my fuzzy slipper and just hang on for a couple of steps. Then she waits to sink those teeth into the other one. Walking (for me) has become a hazardous situation. So, I shuffle.  I look like some sort of deranged Parkinson’s patient with a short,hairy stalker behind me. And she follows me everywhere ! The puppy training info tells me that ‘communicating’ with her as her fur-mom would do is the way to go… growling an intense and definitive ‘no’ growl is what she’ll understand.  What I understand is that I look like an idiot.  I don’t have a good growl. Go figure. I don’t even holler/yell all that well.

Her ‘guard dog’ attributes need a lot of work.  She barks when someone is leaving. When my dad came over yesterday, he took off his coat and hung it on the back of one of my dinette set chairs.  OK. No problem. Once Shelby got some love from her grandpa in the form of ear scratching, she turned around and eyeballed his coat (the only different thing over there), and proceeded to bark at it until she got up enough courage to slowly approach the ‘dangerous’ coat and give it a good sniff. Then she was fine. But barking once someone is already inside and comfortable enough to remove their coat is a bit backwards from alerting me when they’re trying to enter. Granted, I let him in.  But she’s done this with a friend who was here… let her come right in, but then gave her the business when she was getting ready to leave.  Uh huh.  She’s a scary one!  But I can’t bark at all, so I guess she’s one up on me there.

Then there are the times when she is just too sweet for words. She must sleep near me during the day (her ‘rule’, not mine). She has her own recliner with a soft comforter, but she’d rather sleep on the floor under the leg part of my recliner when it’s up, or next to my recliner on the floor.  If my feet are on the floor, she sleeps between them with her head on top of one foot.  When I pick her up to move her, she just lays in my arms, limp, and lets me do whatever I want to her. She’ll sleep on her back like a baby in my arms to the point when she’s dreaming and twitching. She is very trusting, and as long as she’s able to sleep near or on me, she’s content.  During the first part of the day, if I’m still worn out from an interrupted night’s sleep, I’ll let her play like a maniac until she wears herself out, and then haul her fuzzy butt back to my bed, put her back into her tent, and we both get another hour or two of sleep.

Shelby is  a kisser. When she’s on my lap, she loves to stand up and slurp my face.  Her tail is also semi-motorized, and moves so fast it’s hard to see the actual movement.  It’s just a little black blur on her butt.  And it’s in motion a lot!  She seems to be very happy just about all of the time (unless she’s trying to figure out why I’m growling at her).  It’s sweet to see how curious she is about everything, and that simple things give her joy.  All people should be so content with their lives.

The puppy stage lasts a good year to year and a half.  We’re only two months in.  I love her like crazy, and I’m worn out !  I look forward to watching her grow and learn things she needs to know to be a safe, civilized dog.  In the meantime, I am the hairy tornado monitor, pee pad changer, food dispenser, belly scratcher,  and toy cleaner-upper.  And I wouldn’t trade that for anything 🙂

Sleeping in any position

Sleeping in any position

Killing her toys...

Killing her toys…

In one of her toy bins...

In one of her toy bins…