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I post about Sasha so much I feel like we have a new baby!
This past Saturday we took Sasha to her first vet visit to get her all checked out and get her all the shots she needs. The vet told us that she looks good and we can expect her to be fairly big. She also recognised the predominantly German Shepard in her, but as far as any additional dogs in her make-up she said there could be 20 different breeds in her, and she’ll change a lot as she gets older and as different breed characteristics become more evident. She also did wonder if she had some boxer in her given her (adorable) underbite.
They did also find that the poor thing had two different worms, apperantly the kind that feed off her blood, which probably really explains how ‘layed back’ she is for a puppy; she just doesn’t have any energy! So aside from treating her for the worms, they also gave me something to give her twice a day to make sure she doesn’t get anemia (like mother like daughter). We can already tell a huge change in her energy level and playfulness. This makes us feel good, as we enjoyed that she was not an insanely crazy pup, but her calmth was getting to be a bit concerning.
She gets to go back in three weeks for her booster shots and to check her doo-doo just to make sure the worms are taken care of. We got her a name tag while we were waiting, and along with her rabies tags she’s a regular tinker bell all day long. At night she get’s so loud with the klinging and the clanging we have to take her collar off so she doesn’t keep us up all night.
This is Sasha and Nolie getting to know each other. Three days before this would have been a screaming horror to Nolan, but while this lick attack was in progress Nolan was giggling the entire time.
We don’t go to the farmer’s market nearly as much as I wish we do, but me and the stinker finally made it out there again this week and I just love to watch Nolie take it all in, sample the different fruits, and start a chat with anyone who stands still long enough for him to ask them their name, and from there on he fully engages them in intricate conversations that can include anything from fans to yellow bananas to puppydogs to purple ‘apples’ as seen above (yes. that’s a bell pepper, not an apple, but who dares calling the produce police on Nolan?). He located this little gem and brought it to me while I was paying for something else, and when I asked him to put it back where he had found it the teenage girls that worked the booth that he had already mesmerized by his impressive vault of knowledge of colors, fruits and numbers insisted that he just keep it and take it home to eat it. So he did, and he palmed the thing all the way home, asking me the whole way about his purple apple. And was it really an purple apple? and did he find this purple apple? and did the girls give him the purple apple?
After that he killed a watermelon and ate the sample piece. Skin and all.
One day down, and so far she’s been a dream. She had a little bit of a protest when she realized we weren’t going to let her sleep on the bed with us, but that really only lasted about as long as it took for her lead eyelids to shut and take her off to a full night’s slumber. She did bless our bedroom doorway with a puddle of puppy nectar, but she was considerate enough to do it on the side that’s hardwood, as opposed to the side that is carpet, so I figure she really did us a favor.
Today she has yet to have any accidents, and has produced consistently almost every time I take her outside. I have a feeling she’s going to be easy to train with commands, as she’s already starting to respond to a few of the basics, and we really haven’t been working on that much yet.
Nolan just needs to figure out that the high pitch squeeling that he does when she gets close just gets her more excited and makes her want to jump up on him and make out with his ear. But she’s already getting better at not overwhelming him too much, and he’s getting better at letting her nibble on his toes.
Speaking of tricks, this is one of Nolan’s favorite, we have NO IDEA where he picked it up. He calls it upside-down-man
and if you’re lucky he does this, and claps his hands at the same time. Talent. Pure talent!
We heard about this little girl last week after someone took her out of a pound the afternoon before the morning she would have otherwise been put to sleep. After seeing her pictures we pretty much immediately knew she would be ours.
We went to meet her today, and left with her in tow.
She’s probably about 12 weeks old and seems to definitely have German Shepard, but possibly also some boxer in her. She’s the most laid back pup I have ever met.
Nolan still needs to do a bit of warming up to her. I think living with our less-than-friendly cat Lucky, and years after losing his favorite four legged friend Peppy, who had to leave us so suddenly, and too early for Nolan to remember him, hasn’t helped him warm up to new furry friends, he is very put off by this wet nosed love-bug. He’ll come around, I know as it’s an easy addition to his ‘list of things to coo over’ which currently include babies, kitties, fishies, and birdies.
First things first; it’s house training time. Needless to say that with the trials and tribulations that are Nolan’s potty training chronicles, a second charge with the same goal is pretty much the last thing I want to think about, but from what I remember- as long as I really stay on top of things, she could be in full working order in as little as two weeks! Fortunately she is 1) a dog and 2) in no possible way did she inherit Greg’s the mystical stubborn gene that seems to be at full throttle within the chemistry that makes Nolan function.
Say, why don’t I keep a tally right here so you, the internets, can enjoy along with me!
~~Day one~~
Pee; Oops! (inside)-3 * Designated drop (puppy pad) – 0 * Good girl (outside)- 1
Poop; Oops! – 0 * Designated drop (puppy pad) – 0 * Good girl- 1 !!
For father’s day Nolan surprised his daddy with tickets to the Durham Bulls, which is something Greg has talked about doing since before Nolan was ever even conceived. Going to the Durham Bulls on father’s day with his son is something he mentioned every time father’s day rolled by, and this was the first year that I thought Nolan may actually be old enough so sit still in his stadium seat for approximately 5 minutes, which would be just long enough to fulfill his daddy’s father’s day dream.
The game didn’t start until 5pm, so after the gift giving in the morning we went to church where all the daddys fittingly received a drill bit after the service, and then we headed out for some ‘bacon and pancakes’ in our favorite greasy spoon diner Finch’s. After lounging around at home a bit we headed to Durham where we ate some pizza right next to the stadium, and after purchasing matching orange Bulls hats for the boys we found our terribly cramped seats. I know I can honestly say the back row of section 119 is NOT made for people over 5′ 6″, which meant my 6′ self had the head of the guy in the seat in front of me permanently wedged between my knees.
Nolan did considerably well, he did not pay one second of attention to the game that was going on, but he did try to convince us for two hours that it would be perfectly okay for him to run around in the outfield. Fortunately I was able to distract him from the lush open and green-ness that was said outfield by making a few trips to the playground near our seats.
On the way home we stopped for ice cream, and by the time we got home my little man collapsed from all the fun we had that day. Nolan was pretty worn out too.
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