Chester is an evil dog in cute and cuddly teddy bear fur. He was a loving, sweet, cuddly, lazy napping puppy for all of about one week.
Now, he is a full-fledged puppy (the equivalent of a two year old). He is into everything. I'm so worn out from dealing with "The Dog" (which is what I call him when he's doing something especially rotten).
He's also teething. His teeth are so small they feel like needles in my skin and he is constantly attacking me. Out of the multitudes of dog toys I have bought for this lad, he prefers my meaty calves most of all. I literally walk around all day with a fluffy-haired mop attached to my calves. He grasps from one leg to the next as I walk. It is the most annoying thing ever.
And oh, people say it's so cute how he follows me so closely. It wasn't cute even the first time he did it. I trip over him all the time. I get very little done anymore other than cleaning up accidents and re-directing him to other activities. In fact, many times I'll be working in the kitchen or at my computer and he will be attached to one of my legs gnawing at my pants and it's gotten to the point where I've learned to ignore it as long as he isn't chewing on my skin. Luckily his teeth are too small to do any damage to my clothes. It's amazing how quickly you block things out just to get the dishes done or dinner cooked.
He's been impossible to house train. Oh, the perils. He's just about mastered peeing outside, of which I'm very proud because I'd rather deal with little poops than urine. I mean, poops can be picked up relatively easy and discarded without much of a stain. Pee just soaks into the carpet, stains it and if not taken care of immediately, can leave a horrible odor that is difficult to remove.
So while he's gotten very good at going out to pee, I hadn't been able to get him to poop outside for over two weeks. I finally succeeded last night by taking him out on a leash for five minutes, then back in the crate for 15 when I realized he was only interested in playing, then back out for five, repeat cycle until he finally did it. You would have thought Ed McMahon had just walked through my back fence to give me good news. I immediately gave him the treat I had hidden in my pocket and scooped him up and danced him around the yard telling him what a brilliant, handsome, perfect pup he is. I'd forgotten this was also the reaction I had the first time my son ever pooped where he was supposed to go also.
My son is going to 4-H camp this coming week with his class so I'm planning to lock myself in the house for the entire week and stick to a strict schedule with him and see if I can't at least get this ship sailing in a better direction.
Despite the nipping, biting, jumping, and pooping in the house, I am still incredibly in love and he has my complete and total devotion. I'm so happy to have him in my life. He is worth it and I know if I can get him trained, he'll be such a good pet for me and my son. We're going to start puppy classes very soon. He turns 12 weeks next Saturday and so I will be enrolling him ASAP.
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This furball has captured my heart and soul while managing to reduce me to a blithering idiot who talks like a baby for the majority of the day.
But look at him. Look at his hair! I cannot help myself. This is what I look at all day long. I am in love with a dog named Chester.
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This is Chester. In addition to Chester, he's already acquired several nicknames including Bubba, Chester Cheetah, Love Muffin, and Sweetie Petey.
Chester is a Cockapoo (Cocker Spaniel/Poodle mix). My son named him. Yesterday, I really did not like the name but it's grown on me now and I can't imagine him being any other name. He's such a goofy, loveable animal.
He's our new puppy and J. and I are both so in love with him that he's already being spoiled rotten. He loves to be cuddled. He will just curl up next to me or J. on the sofa and sleep. He takes the longest naps! Like, konked out & doesn't respond when I leave the room, kind of nap.
He hasn't been in his crate (we call it his "room") at all today. I know some dogs like their crates and it feels like home to them. Chester does not like it - he settles down after a few minutes - but he makes sure to tell me just how outraged he is before he konks out again.
He's different than any dog I've ever had before (and I've had plenty) in that he actually loves plush squeaky toys. I think dogs prefer different toys. Some like bones, rawhide, that kind of thing ... others like the rubber toys ... some aren't interested in any type of toys, period ... and others like the plush ones. I've never had a dog that gets so much enjoyment out of a plush toy that squeaks.
He attacks his toys by pouncing on them -- keeping his hind legs straight with his tail in the air. It's hilarious. He gives all of them equal attention too, making his way around the sofa with each one.
My son says "Let's jog!" and Chester takes off after him and they jog laps around the living room. We took him for a walk this morning and J. played in the yard with him too. He loves being outside just as much as inside. We're taking him out about every 20-30 minutes. I'm going to get a timer so that my mind can focus on things other than how long it's been since Chester last went out.
Anyway, in case you haven't noticed, Chester has won my heart and soul. There could not be a more perfect dog. He truly brings happiness to me and my son. It's so weird. I've never experienced pet love before. I've had dogs and enjoyed them but never really felt an emotional attachment. At this point, there's nothing I wouldn't do for him. My mother told me to be sure to take him to the Vet tomorrow to get him checked out since I only have 72 hours on my "warranty" but you know, even if they found something wrong with him, there's no way I could return him now. It's funny how quickly love and loyalty kick in.
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Let's talk about something fun for once! How about television?
When I find a show that I really, really like, I squeal during the good parts. Does anyone else do this? Or am I once again proving how mental I truly am? I know that it's just television and even the reality shows aren't reality anymore but there are a few shows that consistently make me extremely happy to watch.
Project Runway - I didn't watch last season but I'm hooked on this one and I'm very sad the finale is coming up. I am rooting for Daniel V (I don't like his model though. She's done a good job for him, obviously, but she always looks so angry.)
Boston Legal - I've already talked about this one in depth. Have I mentioned that I love James Spader?
The Amazing Race - I love this show!
*Caution: Spoilers Ahead*
more . . .
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I found this site not very long after its inception and I've spent countless hours pouring over all of the secrets. When Frank used to have the archives online, I would go back and look at all of them from the very beginning. I wiled away many hours on a Sunday afternoon glued to this computer screen. When the PostSecret book came out, I pre-ordered it on Amazon. I have looked at every postcard in the collection. Both the secrets online and the ones in the book have all spoken to me in some way. And the art work on most of the cards speak volumes also.
New secrets are uploaded every Sunday but I happen to know first-hand that sometimes they are posted late on Saturday evening. And occasionally, they won't be up until Monday (but I think that's only happened once or twice). I go there religiously, every Sunday. It is my church.
I go there each Sunday, looking to see if someone else has sent in the same secret that I have. I hope there will finally be someone that has gotten the courage to send in the secret so that I will feel somewhat normal. But, it hasn't happened yet. In the hundreds of secrets revealed throughout this project, I've yet to see it. This makes me very sad. And I wonder if I should just gather up my courage and send it in myself. Who knows, maybe someone else is sitting at their computer, waiting for the same thing I am.
This blog is turning into a fucking train wreck.
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