A Perfect Day

Perfect Manners Puppy comes with a price.

Going out to Potty: 11 times. (and three #2s too!)
Must watch Emily's every twitch, and predict when she needs to go.
- including three times in the rain. She always picks the most disgusting part of the yard. Once I peeled an earthworm off her leg. She always steps back on her puddle of #1, and stepped on #2 once too. Must wipe her bum, clean her paws, and praise her with cuddling and warming, while picking up her messes, and cleaning up the yard with hot water and broom.

Meals: 4, soaked in warm water, and hand fed one kibble at a time, while practicing "come!" and "sit."

Averting Cujo Hours: 4 times, around 1 hour each of careful interaction and ignoring the bratty behavior, cutting short barking and tantrums before they escalate, and taking away the wrong toys and giving her calming chew toys.

Then, there's the other 7 post-nap playing that must not become Cujo Hours.

Include 30 minute cuddle-walk, greeting strangers for socialization, and you have Emily's 24 hours.

Result: One Perfect Day.
Puppy Parents: Exhausted.

[ETA] That was Sunday. Monday morning, Emily has forgotten everything. Oi.

Cujo Hour

After a power nap, Emily Puppy turns into Evil Monster. I call it her "cujo hour," when my sweet cute baby turns into Dog Hyde. We're trying to keep these short, under 15 minutes, then quickly calm down, but she can go on up to 1 hour, with barking, howling, air-biting. Rampage!

It escalates if she gets the Bunny, so it's off limits for now.

Clean at Last

We gave Emily a bath last night! M. wanted to be cautious, so we skipped washing her face, but I go at her with cotton wipes 3 times a day anyway.

Still a lap junkie:

[Peekaboo!]

Though her second favorite thing is digging at the cardboard crates we set up as the gates to her play pen. H. has to run after her and extract pieces of paper from her mouth.

ESPuppy

Somehow, Emily Puppy seems to know that she's getting a bath today, and is not doing #2 at all, in a futile attempt to delay it.

[Her Nibs]

After her first morning Potty, she ran for the neighbor's again, got garden gunk all over, rolled in something stinky, and came back smelling like a rose garden... that's been dumped with fresh manure.

I brushed it all out, and two huge gobs of eye-boogers, too. But pink stains are here to stay, at least until teething is over. Doesn't she look like Obi-wan Kenobi?

[Use the Force. Snuggle me!]

Say hello to Uncle Shaggy, Emily. Cats don't like him, so he's okay:

Post Trauma

At 5 am Emily had done Potty#1 in front of her crate, before I woke up at 5:20, but that was OK. She's new to the play area, and we only introduced the night tray yesterday. I cleaned up and put the tray over her #1 spot.

We got up again at 7, then at 8, and went out for Potty, which she did. Good girl!

Instead of letting her clamber on my lap, I had her sit at my toes, and she we practiced "Sit" while I hand fed her kibble.

Perfect Manners Puppy.

When Mommy's not being confusing, that is. I've learned my lesson.

Day 3 Trauma Part 2

She slept in her crate, but woke up while we were having dinner, and cried her heart out, cranky. We let her cry because Ian Dunbar and Brian Kilcommons and Cesar Milan say not to comfort her in the middle of bad behavior. That just reinforces it.

We took her out when she calmed down.

Then came evening potty, during which she decided she hated the leash A LOT. Instead of Potty, she pulled and balked and fought it. Then ran straight under the fence to the neighbors. Good thing the leash was on. She CRIED. In the YARD. Like we were MURDERING HER.

So, I had to ignore her after that. M. hand fed her dinner. She was good then.

Bad Mommy taught her some silly rules the first 2 days. Now we have to undo them before it's too late.

Day 3 Trauma Part 1

As with all things, it began with Potty. She made a mess in front of her crate before I woke up, but that wasn't her fault. It was outside her crate, and her playgym blankie touched both #1&#2. Had to cut those parts out.

Later in the day, she did a beautiful Potty outside, both. So I was taken off guard when, after I'd stood up to clean something, she ran to jump on my red cushion. Then prompty peed on it. Trauma! Said my first "No! Bad Puppy!" in the act. *heartbreak*

After that she clambered for my lap again, and I realized I'd started a bad habit. So, more heartbreak, as I kept telling her "No," and keeping her from climbing. Lap time, only when invited is the New House Rule.

Hello 2009

Emily is part cat, part groundhog. She likes burrowing into dark cushy places. This is the old stinky blankie we cover her crate with. It's the playpen next door.[find the puppy]

Of course, laps are best. Insta-snoozer:

Mirror Stage

Emily did not recognize her reflection in the large steel dish, and kept barking down at it, from the safety of my wrist. I think she scared herself. (sadly, it was over too quickly for a picture)

She likes laps too much.
Also snuggling inside my coat (which I have to wear indoors to take her out for immediate potty-training).

[In Ur Coat, Eating Ur Belts]

Spoiled Puppy

Emily's favorite thing is to find a warm person nook and snuggle.
When I let her on the floor, she scrambles back for my lap, feet, anything. She likes to hang out under my butt.
She slept all day yesterday, and woke up at midnight. Upon which, she proceeded to PLAY, all night long. Keeping me awake, playing and snuggling the puppy. Yes, H. spoiled the puppy on her first day. This morning, she had one pee and one poo accident. It's all my fault!
So, we're back to Dr. Ian Dunbar's hardcore crate training:
She woke up in the crate, and cried for about 20 minutes, but we fed her 1/4 her lunch in there, and she cried a bit more, and fell asleep. Potty time scheduled in 30min.

Maybe it would be easier to train her if she were ugly.

First Day!

We woke at the crack of 7am, and M. trudged off to the mechanic's to get the flat tire changed. Exciting start to the day. Printed out 6 maps, set the navigation, crossed fingers. Amazingly enough, we didn't get lost on the way there. (last time we'd taken the train)

Emily recognized us as soon as we walked in--she was hyper and frisky, bouncing around and wagging her little tail. We said goodbye to her old family, and all the drive home, she was still curious puppy. Digging in her box, chewing on the plastic bag, zipper on my coat, her terry toy, her chew toy, and crawling out of the box continually, and up my coat.
She didn't potty in the box. When we got home, she was introduced to her collar, the evil thing she tried scratching off to no avail. So intent was she on this new menace that she ignored the first potty time. Then fell asleep in M.'s lap:
Woke up after 10 minutes, and ran around trying to get rid of her collar, drank water, refused to potty again, then fell asleep on my lap. My foot, then my whole fell asleep.
This time, she slept deeper, so I could move her to her box. (her crate is still en route from Germany)
I know what 엄마 is thinking: I want to wash that puppy! (I picked the 덜 꾸질꾸질 pics)

Now she's wearing something my friend Yoshi had sent me a couple of years ago. A pennant for Emily, the Kim Puppy.
[eta]
1) 1/2 pee accident b/c I didn't recognize the signs of desperate puppy
2) 2nd pee (4:40) + 1st poo (5pm): outside! success!
3) 1st grooming: soaking then clipping butt hairs that had bits of old dried poo stuck on them.
4) 1st weigh in: 980 g
5) 1st meal: at 7:30 pm, 20g Orijen Puppy
6) 2nd potty (both): at 8:40 pm
7) already used to me bugging her: wiped away some tear goo, which she avoided at first, then fell asleep on.