Puppies, man. They are ROTTEN. Well, maybe they aren’t all rotten, but Mae is a spaz. We picked her up on Saturday, a sweet, affectionate little puppy that didn’t even make one peep during the 2 1/2 hour drive home. She seemed so sweet and innocent, snuggling and napping in our laps. Tate and I each secretly wondered if we had hit the puppy jackpot or if maybe it was just the calm before the storm.
Hoo boy, it was definitely the calm before the storm. She constantly terrorizes Carson and Ella, pees on the floor seconds after coming in from outside where she just peed, cries for hours during the night in her kennel, and is a fuzzball of constant motion.
For the record, Mae is a perfectly “normal” puppy, exhibiting perfecting “normal” puppy behaviors. I mean, she’s only lived with us a few days and still needs to find her place in our family. I’m just really, really thankful for her kennel.
And I’m also really, really thankful for Carson.
Six year old boys, man. They are AWESOME. Well, maybe they aren’t all awesome, but Carson could not have been more helpful these past few days with Mae. I’m in awe of how patient and kind he is with her, even though she is WILD as a buck with her constant nipping.
Carson listens carefully and follows all of our suggestions with how to deal with Mae’s nipping. When Mae has peed on the floor and I have had to rush her outside, Carson has cleaned up the tinkle without me asking. Today, we had to bring a poop sample to the vet and he’s the one that reminded me to grab the bottle with poo before leaving to run our errands. (Gross, I know.) He has watched her when I’ve had to run to another room. I keep forgetting to bring a treat outside to praise Mae’s pottying and Carson has suddenly come to my rescue with a treat.
“Hey Mom. Did you forget the treat again? Thought I’d bring one out, just in case.”
His eyes light up every time he sees her.
This kid! Seeing Carson shine has been the best part of adopting Mae so far.