We acquired a new member for our family two weekends ago: Albert the Old English Sheepdog puppy. Our last dog, who passed away three years ago at 12, was an OESD and we really liked the temperment and characteristics of this goofy breed. And so we piled into the van and drove up to Squamish to look at the remaining four pups from a litter of 10. He's Albert for Einstein as he'll have a lovely mess of white and grey hair on his head before too long.
The older boys are totally smitten with the puppy and thrilled to have a dog again. They looked so proud when he came to the schoolyard! We've had some exciting times with this little fluffball of kooky energy who is teething and is only just coming to understand that the children are not his chew toys.
Some of the highlights:
Overhearing Book'em tell his older brother G-man, "Ewww. Dog food tastes disgusting!" G-man said incredulously, "You TASTED it?!!!" And Danno replied, unconvincingly I might add, "Uuuuh, no. But I think it does."
Our wee Rosie regressing in her toilet learning. She is disgusted when puppy piddles in the house, "No! Woof! Baaaad pee-pee!" she scolds. But she has messed on the floor herself several times now and smiled at me with a strange look, saying, "Bad pee-pee?" Mmm. Testing. I'm ignoring it and trusting this will pass!!!!
Book'em playing with Albert the other night using my bathrobe belt. I was making dinner and not paying attention to the game really, when all of a sudden Book'em was wailing and blood was dribbling down his chin. It was hard not to laugh when we found out that Book'em in his six-year-old wisdom decided to play tug-of-war with Albert puppy style: He used his teeth because Albert was pulling with his mouth. Guess whose teeth are stronger? And guess who has a very, very loose baby tooth now??
The older boys are totally smitten with the puppy and thrilled to have a dog again. They looked so proud when he came to the schoolyard! We've had some exciting times with this little fluffball of kooky energy who is teething and is only just coming to understand that the children are not his chew toys.
Some of the highlights:
Overhearing Book'em tell his older brother G-man, "Ewww. Dog food tastes disgusting!" G-man said incredulously, "You TASTED it?!!!" And Danno replied, unconvincingly I might add, "Uuuuh, no. But I think it does."
Our wee Rosie regressing in her toilet learning. She is disgusted when puppy piddles in the house, "No! Woof! Baaaad pee-pee!" she scolds. But she has messed on the floor herself several times now and smiled at me with a strange look, saying, "Bad pee-pee?" Mmm. Testing. I'm ignoring it and trusting this will pass!!!!
Book'em playing with Albert the other night using my bathrobe belt. I was making dinner and not paying attention to the game really, when all of a sudden Book'em was wailing and blood was dribbling down his chin. It was hard not to laugh when we found out that Book'em in his six-year-old wisdom decided to play tug-of-war with Albert puppy style: He used his teeth because Albert was pulling with his mouth. Guess whose teeth are stronger? And guess who has a very, very loose baby tooth now??
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