This is Rachel. She is quite the mess.
Last week, I adopted Rachel, a seven-month-old black lab, from the Fredericksburg SPCA. I had been checking out the dogs at the local shelters for awhile, and when I played with her earlier in the month, I decided it was finally time for a puppy. And oh goodness. Life has certainly changed. (Thus, fewer posts on the blog!)
The first few days were rough. Rachel didn’t quite know I was the boss. A spray bottle filled with water has mostly fixed that misunderstanding on her part, but she’s still using her teeth to show her love. At least, I hope it’s love?
Speaking of teeth, she tore apart the hand-me-down dog bed that my dad sent me over the weekend. It only lasted a few days. Now, she’ll have to make do with a towel underneath the crate.
She also chewed right through my roommate’s couch. Yum? It certainly tasted better before being covered with a bitter apple chewing deterrent. Anyone know how to get furniture repaired? (I’m so sorry, Emily!!)
“Nighttime” is still a difficult concept for Rachel. As soon as any bit of light comes through the shades in my bedroom in the morning, she’s ready to play. Even before 6 a.m. Moving around the crate makes the metal jingle, and I, being paranoid about accidents, have to climb out of bed, try to make it down the stairs without tripping over the 46-pound pup, and let her out in the backyard. If only she would stay out there by herself, then maybe I could sleep another hour. But no, she wants to sit next to the door and whine if I go back inside. And, I’m not sure how much I trust her. I haven’t slept much lately, needless to say. I’m not quite sure how single parents have jobs and raise kids, and manage to function during the day.
But Rachel has been so much fun. She absolutely adores playing with other dogs at the dog park. Her favorite game is to steal another dog’s toy, provoking the other pup to chase her or to be chased. They’ll grab ends of the toy and fight for it. Or, they’ll just run side-by-side, holding the toy, neither giving up. The other day, she was so worn out that we walked soooo slowly on our mile-long trek home. Quite the change of pace from our 13-15 minute average pace, 3-4 mile walks, twice a day. (I have also been quite hungry with all this walking!)
Rachel also likes parading around with sticks that she picks up on our walks, or biting the water that comes out of sprinklers. My parents and boyfriend have enjoyed watching her play via video, since they haven’t met yet. Once I figure out how to post videos here, you can watch her puppy antics, too!