Rescue has been a bit quiet here lately … which is a good thing when one considers the overall picture. No strays and no dogs surrendered by their owners. On the home front, it has been a bit hectic, however. The end of August, I flew to Minnesota to meet up with friends, attend a four-day dog show and pick up a new puppy. My retired champion, Dante, sired a litter in Canada and we were there to evaluate the puppies and bring home the new little one. Meet Apsolutely FFT Tell Me No Lies a/k/a “Teller” (yup, that’s a red Apso!). He did just fabulous on the trip home, including sitting calmly on my lap in the airport watching the travelers go by and sleeping in his Sherpa bag during the flight with nary a peep.
Given that it’s been seven years since we had a puppy in the house, there’s been a learning curve. Potty training is a challenge and I’ve had to refer back to my own article a time or two. Thank heavens for belly bands and hardwood floors! The kitchen floor by the water bowl is scrubbed daily as puppy can’t get a drink without getting his whole beard wet and trailing water through the kitchen. Frankers has earned the nickname of “Uncle Grumpy.” Thankfully, Teller is respectful of the old man and will back off with a correction from Frankers. The geriatric resident — Boogins, the cat at 15.5-years old — isn’t so fortunate as the puppy is fascinated with him.
The house looks like it’s inhabited by toddlers with toys strewn from the kitchen to the bedroom and everywhere in between. Last night Teller came flying into the front room with a bath mat in tow, shagged out of the master bath. Other times, it’s a crate pad from the master bedroom. And he’s certainly not above running off with whatever clothing item that hits the floor. My last routine for the evening is gathering up all the toys and putting them back in the toy baskets … which reminds me of dusting the house. Wait 12 hours and it looks like it’s never been done.
Grooming Teller has been … ummm … interesting to say the least. Yeah, “interesting” is a good word. Here’s why:
Can’t say that the subsequent baths have been any less loud or any less vocal. Just not as long! Given that Dante was very vocal about his baths for the first couple of years, it would appear that Teller comes by it honestly. While only 5.5-months old, Teller is quite well-traveled. From Canada to California to Minnesota to Colorado. He’s been through a puppy kindergarten class and has attended two conformation classes.
Fall arrived in Colorado with some fabulous color in the mountains … and decidedly colder temps. The hard freezes have taken out the annuals and we’ll start the yard cleanup here shortly in anticipation of putting it to bed for the winter. Have a great fall y’all!