Since I was struggling on what else to write about, I thought I’d just give a little update on ShNo. Today is exactly two months since we brought the little guy home.
When we got ShNo, I couldn’t believe how big he was for an 8 week old puppy, and he weighed in at 10 lbs and barely reached my knee. But, now, at 17 weeks, he’s tripled in size – at just over 30 lbs and reaches mid-thigh.
He’s basically potty-trained, though he hasn’t learned to bark or come call us when he needs to go out – which has resulted in or two accidents when we were not paying attention or the door wasn’t left open. Or if he’s left in the crate for longer than five or six hours (which we try not to do ever).
He sleeps through the night, and will even walk into his crate without having to be carried in there.
He can ‘sit’ and ‘lay down’ on command every time.
He can ‘shake a paw’.
He can ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ and wait till I say ‘ok’ to get his food, or treat, or walk through a door.
He knows his name – but chooses to ignore it sometimes.
He can ‘Drop It’ but only when the item in his possession is not a piece of clothing or a shoe – in which case he runs in the opposite direction.
He runs with his ears pulled back and his tail wagging a million miles a minute when he sees one of us.
He’s been the prime suspect in a few cases of shoe fatalities – one being a nice dress up heel I wore to a wedding just a few days before, the others being flip flops that he oh so casually destroyed.
And, while I can’t wait for the chewing stage to end, I’m already mourning the loss of my little itty bitty puppy, as he all-too quickly grows into a dog.