Day three

All my reading and vigilance seems to be paying off. I still have my fingers crossed that it is really true, but it seems that Lila knows she is supposed to go out to “do her business.” Three times this morning she ran to the door and so far, no accidents today. I am overwhelmed, honestly. Sebastian, my third dog (the one who died at three), was housebroken in four days, and he was a week younger. It was in the middle of winter (he was also a November puppy). But we had snow that winter. And I had sprained my ankle just after I brought him home. So I could only put him onto the deck. After that, every winter, that was his favorite toileting spot.

When I take Lila out, she loves to romp around, still bouncing like a kangaroo. The only big problem at the moment is the chewing. She does like to chew! I need to get some Bitter Apple spray to protect the furniture (and my clothes!). If I squeal like a hurt puppy, she stops attacking my hands. But still, her little teeth are sharp.

She woke up twice again last night: at 1 and 4 am. The second time she didn’t want to settle down after I took her out to pee, but I was gently firm, and finally she did. She does go into the crate easily at night, but not too fond of it during the day, unless she is totally wiped. So I am learning to calm her when she goes in. I need the time to do other things than watch (and play with) her! I was even able to work in my studio for an hour this morning. Life will get back to “normal” soon, but it will definitely be a different “normal.”

Posted by leya at January 7, 2006 02:56 PM