Puppyology 101

Ah . . . the joys of Motherhood. 

Having a puppy in the house is like experiencing labor and delivery all over again.  After it's over and done, you vow NEVER AGAIN, but then you conveniently forget the horrors and step right in the pee piddle all over again.

I knew I would be the main person dealing with house training of the little fuzzybutt, but for some reason I miraculously forgot all the whiz that I cleaned up when we first got Katie . . . trust me, Maggie is bringing it all back.  It's not that she's a bad puppy, it's just that she's A PUPPY.  They're little, with tiny little bladders, and they like to chew on EVERYTHING.  Right now, we have her contained to the kitchen and the family room and she won't be allowed to roam the house until we totally train her.

Due diligence is the key here to training a puppy.

We've had Maggie for twelve days and I've lost track of how many 'accidents' I've had to clean up--only one poop, though, nope make that two--see how forgetful you get??  I've washed her bed towels daily since she can't hold her pee from 10-6. And though I've cleaned up numerous accidents by using supreme amounts of 'anti-marking' stuff, the house still smells like doggy whiz.  Trust me, we will be renting a steam cleaner when she's more reliable and if that doesn't get rid of the smell then we plan to replace the carpeting. 

But I have to say that having a puppy is fun, with their little needle-like teeth and their open mouth greetings as they try to chomp on everything and their endless appetites. 

Next week the kidlet has basketball camp and I hope to start editing my stories.  So, until later--

Write on!