Puppy sitting is hard work!
- Posted on 19th October 2010
- in Blossom (Daisy) 2010
- by jvfairbanks
With the “big dogs” (Vicky and Jeff) out of town, I am tasked with keeping up with five very adorable, very energetic, growing puppies. It has been on of the most pleasurable experiences, albeit one of the most tiring.
A quick background – I am Kyla, Daisy’s Mommy, and I am here playing to role of ultimate dog sitter. In the past week or so I have had the pleasure of watching each of the five puppies really begin to develop into their own individuals as they practice being who they are for their forever homes. I have watched Linus as he cuddles calmly and presents a stoic, “old soul” to the world; Lucy as she torments all of the adult dogs in the house but afterwards still finds time to give kisses and love; Charlie as he greets everyone and commands the attention of all persons in the room with his big frame and even bigger presence; Sally as she runs to you, crookedly and most adorably, with such joy on her face before tackling her brothers and sisters and then taking time out to spend a moment alone with her thoughts; and I’ve seen Snoopy demanding that you pick him up and play with him all of the time because he knows that he has quite possibly one of the cutest faces ever known to man or dog.
I’ve watched them transition from mother’s milk to “real” puppy food and I’ve watched them try (and usually fail, but it’s ok) to drink from the same bowl as the big dogs and to go down stairs that are just as tall they are. I’ve heard enough yelps, growls, barks, whines, wheezes and sighs to last a liftime, yet I still want more. I’ve even seen the result of clothing entering the path of puppy destruction and the “terror” their tiny little sharp teeth impart upon fabric. The casualty – a work shirt of Andrew’s (Daisy’s dad). He proudly ran up the stairs to show off the shirt to me when I got home from class today, proudly exclaiming, “look at how big and fun the puppies were today!” He was wearing it when he got home and deicded to have puppy play time. The poor shirt never had a chance against a puppy pile. And amidst all of the feeding,cleaning, laundry, and sometimes a little puppy breath – we wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Stay tuned for pictures of pure joy and innocence in tiny packages of barks and fur. I can’t wait to share the photos with you of the five reasons that I have to smile everyday, no matter what might have happened before I walked in the front door.
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face. ~Ben Williams
-Kyla
Tags: "Australian Labradoodle puppy", "labradoodle breeder", labradoodle puppies
