Boarding our Dogs While Mama and Papa are Away

Buddy Taking It Easy

King, an earlier photo

Difficult though it is, sometimes boarding our pets is necessary.  When I look at those eyes as we drop them off at the Kennel, my heart sinks. I remind myself  they will sleep a lot and be treated well.  But five days in a dog’s life, compared to the total time they are expected to live, is long. We have an older Chocolate Lab and a 6 month old Yellow Lab.  We We brought them home last Friday.  The older one, an adopted dog at age 5, Buddy, sulked a bit, but he is a sedate dog.  The younger one, King, raced around, licked, tried to crawl inside us with excitement.  He is big enough now to create a balance tipping thump if he makes a direct hit!  We think we are making headway in training him.  But exuberance is something hard to measure and create behavior modification without damaging their wonderful spirit.  Wish us luck!  Pointers willingly accepted, not as in dog breeds, but as advice.  (smile)

I am comforted by the memory of our former precious lab, Nicky, who showed great excitement and couldn’t wait to be turned over to the kennel, run by our veterinarian.  They do walk and play with the dogs.

Progress: No more office garbage raids when King opens the door.  He is now allowed to enter and sits (after some show of exuberance) quietly on my throw rug.

Puppy Pranks & the Cleanup

King in Training

My office has enough room for several wastebaskets, including the one in the office bathroom.

Adjoining the office, a laundry room doubles as a closed off area to sequester our 6 month old yellow Labrador puppy … when we need a break from his ultra-energetic playfulness.

Now me … aging slightly … I’ve learned how to cope with lifelong absent-minded tendencies.  But I can pound a behavior into my mind and seldom forget to follow through.

Pup, named “King” by his daddy, likes garbage. Especially Kleenex tissues, toilet roll, and other waste products common to bathroom waste baskets. (Eeeuuww)

Don’t I close my office door every time I leave?

I’ve lost count of the ‘mood benders’ when entering the area,  finding the door open and garbage strewn about. Chewed into tiny bits. Everywhere.

I closed the door.  If I forgot, why didn’t my husband check before putting King pup in his special area? I mean, really!

Yesterday, looking at the view while peeling potatoes, I noticed pup outside, jumping up and scraping his paw on the handle of the sliding glass deck door. Odd. Ha! He’ll never move it. Silly puppy.

Today, the garbage again, two hours after I shut the door and left. Didn’t I? I mean, shut the door? Whacked by self-doubt, I spewed some gritty comments and entertained  mental  spousal accusations.

Moments later, flash! I  connected the dots. The failed attempt on the glass deck door.  The levered handle on the office door. The little stinker knew how to open the door!

Yeah, he’s still adorable. I made silent apologies to my husband.  I’m sure he didn’t blame me for the open door … did he?

So fellow dog lovers, what is the solution? I considered tying the handle to a hook on the ceiling but discovered the lever opens the door up or down.  Do you have a puppy story to share?  I’ll wager nobody makes it through puppy-hood without adventures.

There’s usually a blessing. I rejoice that he prefered the garbage and ignored the computer cables.

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