Taking Home Your New Puppy
How many of us have been taken by those big brown eyes, floppy ears, and cute "take me home" look from a puppy in the pet shop window.
I know I have more than once, I have even had a foot stomping tantrum at the age of 40 outside a pet shop window because my husband wouldn't buy me that cute puppy with the bent ears and waggly tail! Everyone loves a puppy, it brings out the nurturing and playful side of even the biggest burliest of men.
No matter what the breed, a pup is still one of the cutest things in the world and I think everyone at some time in their life should have the sheer pleasure of owning their own dog, or maybe I should say a dog owning them.
It's funny though, because when you bring your puppy home, they are cuddly and cute and funny and generally quite well behaved, it's as if they are waiting for 3 or 4 days, waiting until you have really fallen in love with them and can't imagine life without them, that they turn your whole life upside down, in the nicest of ways of course.
That newspaper that used to sit on the coffee table for a week or so has all of a sudden been shredded as if by a lawnmower and spread into each and every corner of your home, your expensive shoes that cost you a weeks wage have moved out of the wardrobe and one lays up the back of the garden in the mud and the other one lays half chewed in your puppy's basket.
Your underwear that you take off when you have a shower manages to walk up the hall and end up on the lounge, along with your hairbrush, half eaten toilet roll and remnants of the bone, which was supposed to only be chewed outside.
But they're still cute, they love you unconditionally and you even manage to laugh at the perforations around your expensive shoes.
Fast forward 8 months, your white leather lounge now has it's stuffing coming out of one of the cushions, all of your doors are looking like somebody has tried to burrow through them with a meat cleaver, your carpet has more spots than a dalmatian and every window in the house has an opaque look due to the amount of slobber and nose marks that your little darling leaves when he tries to communicate with each and every moving thing outside including a wayward leaf.
This is just inside the house, you are also at risk of breaking a limb if you fall down one of the many tunnels that have been dug in the garden, if that doesn't happen it will be a miracle that someone isn't seriously hurt when a bone or chewed up piece of electrical cable hits the lawnmower blades, and it is flicked at one hundred miles an hour into the air.
It's amazing though, we still love them, one wag of that tail, and we are just like regurgitated newspaper in their paws! Thank god the puppy stage doesn't last forever, unless your puppy is a Labrador of course, they soon become a huge part of our life, someone to talk to, someone to walk with, a constant non judging companion that simply wants to please you and be your friend.
A home without a dog, isn't a home, who needs clean windows and perfect shoes.
I know I have more than once, I have even had a foot stomping tantrum at the age of 40 outside a pet shop window because my husband wouldn't buy me that cute puppy with the bent ears and waggly tail! Everyone loves a puppy, it brings out the nurturing and playful side of even the biggest burliest of men.
No matter what the breed, a pup is still one of the cutest things in the world and I think everyone at some time in their life should have the sheer pleasure of owning their own dog, or maybe I should say a dog owning them.
It's funny though, because when you bring your puppy home, they are cuddly and cute and funny and generally quite well behaved, it's as if they are waiting for 3 or 4 days, waiting until you have really fallen in love with them and can't imagine life without them, that they turn your whole life upside down, in the nicest of ways of course.
That newspaper that used to sit on the coffee table for a week or so has all of a sudden been shredded as if by a lawnmower and spread into each and every corner of your home, your expensive shoes that cost you a weeks wage have moved out of the wardrobe and one lays up the back of the garden in the mud and the other one lays half chewed in your puppy's basket.
Your underwear that you take off when you have a shower manages to walk up the hall and end up on the lounge, along with your hairbrush, half eaten toilet roll and remnants of the bone, which was supposed to only be chewed outside.
But they're still cute, they love you unconditionally and you even manage to laugh at the perforations around your expensive shoes.
Fast forward 8 months, your white leather lounge now has it's stuffing coming out of one of the cushions, all of your doors are looking like somebody has tried to burrow through them with a meat cleaver, your carpet has more spots than a dalmatian and every window in the house has an opaque look due to the amount of slobber and nose marks that your little darling leaves when he tries to communicate with each and every moving thing outside including a wayward leaf.
This is just inside the house, you are also at risk of breaking a limb if you fall down one of the many tunnels that have been dug in the garden, if that doesn't happen it will be a miracle that someone isn't seriously hurt when a bone or chewed up piece of electrical cable hits the lawnmower blades, and it is flicked at one hundred miles an hour into the air.
It's amazing though, we still love them, one wag of that tail, and we are just like regurgitated newspaper in their paws! Thank god the puppy stage doesn't last forever, unless your puppy is a Labrador of course, they soon become a huge part of our life, someone to talk to, someone to walk with, a constant non judging companion that simply wants to please you and be your friend.
A home without a dog, isn't a home, who needs clean windows and perfect shoes.
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