My nephew also says hi!
We didn’t set out to get a puppy. I knew we would bring home another little soul sometime (I was thinking, perhaps, in the spring), but the universe had its own plans. We got wind that this little girl was on her way to the shelter; here was this bright-eyed, sweet-faced puppy, complete with all original parts (no tail docking–joy!!), and the Texan and I both knew we were done for. She was not going to the pound on our watch. I just wish we could take in more.
How could we say no to the sad puppy eyes! Kryptonite! Put them away!
She is now ten weeks old (by best guess) and full of piss and vinegar. The White Dog has been uncertain; afterall, the puppy is so tiny that she is virtually squashed by only one boxer-bop (in Abbie’s world, your worth is measured by how well you can wrestle).
Here’s a short video that shows the mortal peril the puppy faces just from being tiny:
But Abbie is slowly coming around.
It’s a big deal when Abbie shares her bed.
While I have struggled emotionally with taking this step (it is still a bit soon for me), she has won me over with her shenanigans. I would expect nothing less from a boxer. She is also very willing to learn, to cuddle, to roll up into a wiggly kidney bean when she’s excited, to keep your lap warm, and to deliver an endless, stinky supply of puppy kisses.
Here’s a short video showing Phoebe’s domination of the stairs (at first she was afraid, she was petrified…but then she got the hang of it after Abbie showed her a thing or two):
Funny how the only photos I can get of her are while she is sleeping. Otherwise she is a blur of floppy ears and tail.
Here is an example of the blur:
And then we must rest.
She’s been doing great with the cats and the chickens (although the ginger-chicken has chased her off a few times, but that’s what the ginger-chicken do). Nix already calls her by name (although, for the record, when the bird says ‘Phoebe’ it comes out sounding like ‘Seebie’, but she gets an ‘A’ for effort. Well, maybe more of an ‘A-‘). She has even gotten the stamp of approval from cousin Milo, the Frenchie (who is not too big to wrestle with).
All-in-all, I think she’s a great fit for us. I look forward to when she is big enough to box because there is just nothing more joyful than two boxers duking it out for fun.
Welcome to the chaos, Feebs!