Three-dog nights and days
Ahhhh . . . the puppy is napping, I'm awake, time to revisit blogland, but I better make this quick!
Thrilled, but a little testy (just ask poor Mr. B) from sleep deprivation and picking up a whole lotta poo. Woe to the next soul who ribs me about having a "mama's boy" or empty-nester syndrome. I just might bite! And I don't have baby teeth.
Utterly joyful, loving, quirky little beast who learns fast and will look at the computer screen as if there's something of interest to him on it, like an old episode of Lost. He can get the most serious look on his face I've ever seen on a pup. And those eyes. I wonder if they'll stay so blue.
Gins: "Come on, play wif me."
Gins: "I was just considering the ontological state of the universe. You?"
Gins: "Did someone say W-A-L-K? Sure you meant R-U-N?"
Gins: "Um, so...couch is base, right?"
Mostly having a blast playing with the little fur ball of energy, but sometimes looks like she's thinking: "Well this was fun. When's he going home?"
Charlotte: "Yee-haa! Someone to romp with!!!"
Charlotte: "It's a freaking puppy! Why does he take so long to wear out?"
Warming up but determined to stay in charge. If Charlotte gets too rough with the puppy, Cora comes over and drags her off by the scruff of her neck. She's the protector and teacher. She also lets Ginsberg know when he's out of bounds.
Cora:" Hmmm...I'm not sure they're in the same weight class for this event."
Cora: "Foul! Take a time out."
Cora: "And as for you, Mister. Don't think I'm not watching you, too!"
Cora: "Follow me, kid. If you can stay still for half a sec, that is."Accidents
Very few. Closing in on 8 weeks old, Ginsberg is starting to mill around the front door when nature calls.
Ever the nurturer of small things, he is definitely falling in love.
Everywhere we turn!
Gins: "I hope my new friend Pingping gets another visa so she can hold me again!"
Hilarious. Especially when balls are involved!
Definitely deprived. Remember pulling all-nighters with school or babies? Yeah, like that. On the bright side, Ginsberg for the past 2 nights has awakened only once to make a deposit outside. He then promptly scrambles back up the stairs, comes inside, and goes back to sleep in his crate by me. Good boy!
If my fitness level doesn't increase, I'm going to stop believing exercise physiologists! Gins goes out at least 10 times per day. Mr. B and I are taking all 3 dogs for 3 longer walks, during which the young'un runs at full tilt to keep up with the big dogs. Man alive, Alaskan Huskies are serious about their running, even at 2 months!
Current condition of the house
Toys, balls, bones strewn everywhere. Papers piling high on the desk. Dirty dishes mounting. Pretty normal, actually.
Still trying to buy one. None of the mushers in Marquette, MI, where I picked up Gins, had any to sell.
Starting next week! Gins is a sled dog but he also has to learn to be a good canine citizen in the city -- that is until we find our 100 acres of pristine north woods land for a dirt cheap price! Any leads out there?
Winning a Red Lantern award, like my personal hero, Shannon Miller!
Oh, yeah, we're good!
Back again, soon!