Our golden retriever is a saint — not a very smart one — but she is one just the same. Dharma is a big bundle of high-powered energy. She flits around Gracie like a moth around a lightbulb nipping at everything in her path. A tender lip, an ear… she doesn’t care. Yesterday, I watched her ride Gracie’s tail into the kitchen. Dharma had a firm grip and was sliding behind — the ride looked a lot like a water skier behind a boat. I laughed at poor Gracie’s expense. Don’t judge me. You would’ve laughed too!
I did learn something last night that you should store in your memory banks somewhere. Puppies do better in a crate if you simply cover part of it up. After hours upon hours and nights multiplied, I remembered reading something about dogs thinking of their crate as a cave. Dharma’s wailing stopped immediately after I placed a blanket over the top and 3 sides of her prison. We both slept peacefully.
I also learned that this puppy gig would be easier in a climate where mornings aren’t frigid. Bare feet and pajamas aren’t enough for an urgent trip outside when it’s 40 degrees. I guess I should enjoy these before they are all gone…
