I cannot pinpoint the exact moment that my puppy was not a puppy anymore. Lola is an old soul, but to me, JC has always been the baby and has such, been treated like one. This week with the help of a visiting friend, a real puppy, I observed that my little one was little no more.
Pete is staying with us for 10 days and in true puppy form has been a bouncing obnoxious ball of energy and excitement. If I thought that when put together both puppies would play and play then I wrong wrong wrong.
JohnnyCash displayed his total annoyance by getting up and moving away every time that Petey bounded up to him but mostly he just emitted this crazy low growl from the center of his chest that I had never heard before. I guess Pete knew what it meant though, because he showed respect for my dog.
I suppose it's time that I do the same. Not making excuses for his imperfections because he's a baby, not forgiving his bad behavior because he's so cute. Stronger corrections! A tighter leash! I can do all of that. A dog is a dog is a dog will be my new motto!
But birthday cupcakes are ok too.
